(Clearwisdom.net) On the evening of December 17, 2001, each of the more than forty Falun Gong practitioners at a particular forced labor camp were flanked by two inmates and forced to watch a TV show about a mental patient named Fu Yibin, who murdered his wife. The show was produced and staged to defame Falun Gong on the program Focus Interview on China Central Television (CCTV). In order to keep me under control, the two inmates at my sides held my arms almost all the time. In the written report about the show that we were required to write, I pointed out that the show was all lies, trying to turn public opinion against Falun Gong. Instructor Lang looked at me with hatred in his eyes, holding my comments in his hand.
A few days later, Instructor Lang called me to his office, his eyes shining like a wolf eyeing its prey. He said, "Read this letter carefully, and don't be so stubborn. Your father is almost 70. As a pioneer in the political and legal systems, he has experienced a lot. What he says cannot be wrong. Think about it, and be "transformed" quickly, and you will be allowed to meet with your father in a few days." I opened my father's letter, which hurt me a lot. More than twenty pages of his letter were devoted to blaming Falun Gong, which made it look like a family version of The People's Daily. My father, who had been a member of the party for more than forty years, really believed in the "Party" which had educated and deceived him for more than fifty years!
In the office, a dozen instructors watched as my grey-haired father "educated" me. Father, in tears, tried to persuade me to "come back from the lost way." Instructor Lang was fully in charge of the meeting. Whenever my father was somehow moved by my heart-felt words, Instructor Lang immediately cut me off, and he would tell my father my "wrong-doings" at the forced labor camp and the danger of my "being lost in the cult." When all of their words proved fruitless, my father could no longer restrain his anger and sadness and slapped me in the face. He then left in tears. I went to him to hold his hands, but he shook me off. I was totally aware of who had placed the hatred in my father's heart.
In March 2003 the police arrested me again. My father went to the police and said, "Since my son started practicing Falun Gong he's been nicer to me, visiting me with my granddaughter every day, so that I can really enjoy my family life." After I was put into the forced labor camp again, my father tried to talk to everyone who could possibly help from the social network he had built over years, but failed. He even went to talk to the Provincial Party Secretary in charge of Political and Legal Issues. The Party Secretary said, "I can't help. Forced labor is the lightest punishment. No method is considered too harsh for persecuting Falun Gong." My father was desperate. During those one and a half years, father aged a lot. He never allowed people to mention "Falun Gong" to him.
In January 2005 I placed a copy of "Nine Commentaries on Communist Party" quietly on my father's desk. I helped install a computer and Internet access at my father's place. Father started to visit websites like Dajiyuan.com (Epoch Times), secretchina.com, and renminbao.com. In March my father, who had had over forty years of party membership, renounced his membership on the Dajiyuan.com website under an alias. In his declaration there was this sentence: "I have been deceived by the party for my whole life, and I am quitting this party, which has stained my morality."
In February 2006, now in a foreign county, I received a phone call from my father. He said, "It's safer for you overseas, and I am relieved. Now I visit dajiyuan.com and minghui.org everyday, and try to convince people to quit the CCP's organizations, including my old friends from the army. More than ten people have quit. Can you help me make an announcement on minghui.org that I renounce the bad things I said about Falun Gong and the Teacher while I was fooled? I want to apologize." Tears flowed from my eyes.
In March 2006 father told me on the phone, "I am printing dozens of copies of Sujiatun Death Camp materials to give to people, to finish this party sooner."
I miss my father. Although there are thousands of miles between us, in all my life I've never felt as close to my father as I do now.
April 4, 2006
