(Minghui.org) I was among the first group of practitioners in our area to file lawsuits against Jiang Zemin, former head of the Chinese Communist regime. Therefore, I was one of the first to be interrogated for doing so.
The policemen were no match for me, as I have my way of dealing with interrogations like that.
I told them about Falun Gong and the persecution and explained why I filed a criminal complaint against Jiang. I listed the crimes and other evil things he had committed.
The policemen said they were just following orders.
I told them that the Chinese people often say that local authorities can always countermand and defeat any policy. For example, if one is ordered to shoot someone, one just raises the muzzle one inch.
They smiled and relaxed. The interrogation turned into an educational event.
We Call the Shots
During interrogation last winter, a dozen practitioners and I called the shots.
I told the police officers that the prosecutor and court are not authorized to do a judicial interpretation and that the so-called “Six regulations of Domestic Security” violates the Constitution.
“As for the persecution of Falun Gong, Jiang Zemin is the one who violated the law, but you are willing scapegoats,” I said.
The police relaxed, and a few found excuses to leave the interrogation room.
A detective from the city police department, who was assigned to supervise the mass arrest, realized that they had lost control of the interrogation. He challenged me, “I heard that no one of this substation is man enough to interrogate you. Now, I am here to interrogate you. Show me how you can talk yourself out of this!”
I told him that whatever he says does not count, and that my Master is the one in the driver seat.
He pounded the table and yelled that he could detain me. He demanded to know who the decision maker is–he or my Master.
So, I pounded the table, too, and said firmly, “Look, you can't even control your temper. My Master decides. Why are you so upset?”
He became discouraged, and his attitude softened immediately.
Turning the Table
In the evening, the chief of the substation and a group of policemen re-entered the interrogation room, including the supervising detective from the city police department.
By this time, they knew that I am a medical doctor. The detective asked, “Your Minghui website said that hospitals in our city are involved in harvesting organs. I don't believe it.”
Then, I told them that all transplant operations are recorded in the medical files, including the names of the university president, dean of the medical school, head of the department, and names of surgeons who had done thousands of transplants.”
Next, I explained the short timing window from removing an organ to transporting and transplanting it.
Lastly, I said, “Who supplies these many organs? Who are the donors? Can you explain the source of the organs? Or dare you investigate the source of the organs?”
One could hear a needle drop. They all fell silent and did not ask another question, thus ending the interrogation.
