The Power of Altruism Changes Police Officers’ Minds

(Minghui.org) In June 2016, a fellow Falun Dafa practitioner and I went to the countryside to distribute truth-clarification pamphlets. As we were about to leave, my companion approached a middle-aged woman. She not only refused to listen, but she also cursed us and threw the pamphlets on the ground. I then explained the truth about the staged “Tiananmen Square self-immolation,” how Dafa has spread throughout the world, and why it was important to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). She seemed to understand a little but said, “You guys should leave quickly. The police will soon come to arrest you.” It was her husband who reported us.

As we got on the road, a plainclothes policeman was blocking the road. I said to the other practitioner, “We can’t take this route. Let’s quickly get on another road.” The officer saw that the two of us were riding very fast, so he didn’t dare to grab our motorcycle. I heard him talking on his phone, “Come back, they’re coming!” After a while, a police car came towards us. We then turned around and saw another vehicle blocking the road behind us. We were sandwiched.

I said to the fellow practitioner, “Don’t answer anything they ask, just clarify the truth to them.” She nodded. Three policemen got out of the car, and one of them huffed: “You ran! You two dare to run?! You made us chase you.” An officer searched my bag and asked, “Where is your phone?” I replied, “I don’t have one.”

I was thinking: “What did I do wrong on my part? If I didn’t do something well, I will fix my mistakes based on the Fa. I will never allow the old forces to use the police to commit crimes against Dafa. I have to save them!” I patted him on the arm and said, “Brother we didn’t do anything bad. So don’t persecute us. It’s not good for you.” He looked stunned and, after pausing, said to the plainclothes officer, “Let her get in the car first.” I said, “I’ll just ride and follow your car.” He very politely helped me into the car and said, “Someone will take your motorcycle back to the station. You will not lose it.”

I saw that the police were dragging other practitioners into another vehicle. At this point, two elderly men on bicycles passed by. The police stopped them and said, “You two come with us and be our witness.” The bikers said, “We just happened to be passing by.” Nonetheless, the officers forced them into the car with me and said to the plainclothes policeman, “Take them to the station.”

On the way to the station, I clarified the truth to the three of them. The officer who was driving said, “I am not against Falun Dafa.” I said, “Good. When we get to the police station, please don’t talk.” He nodded and said okay.

When we arrived, I had fear and recalled the persecution I experienced in 2013. I became dizzy and thought, “I’ll pretend to be sick.” Then I wanted to throw up. At this point, I could not focus on reciting the Fa. A young policeman said, “You practitioners of Falun Dafa, why did you come here like this?” This remark awakened me, and I said to myself: “Yes, who am I? I’m a Dafa disciple that even gods envy. I can’t disgrace Master; I must act like a divine being. I’ll validate the Fa with dignity, Master is by my side.” As soon as this thought came, I stood up, as if I had broken free from being tied up with ropes.

A younger officer returned and ordered me to go to the interrogation room. I went into the room and saw that there was a surveillance camera. The officer asked, “What’s your name? Where do you live?” I replied, “If I tell you this information, you will be doing evil. It is for your own good that I don’t tell you. Master Li (Dafa’s founder) said that all people in the world were once his family members, so you are also my family member. In the cycle of reincarnation, we used to be brothers and sisters. Before we came down from an incomparably beautiful heavenly realm to this world, we told each other: ‘If one becomes lost in this world, the other must wake him up!’ In this life, when you wear this police uniform, you must protect Dafa disciples!”

I then told him the truth about the staged Tiananmen Square self-immolation, the spread of Dafa around the world, and the lawsuits being filed against former CCP leader Jiang Zemin. I also explained that good and evil have their due outcomes and gave many examples of people who persecuted Dafa practitioners and were then met with retribution.

I then looked up at the monitor and said, “Just let the surveillance camera record what I said so all the police officers can listen to it, understand the truth, stop persecuting Falun Dafa, and choose a better future for themselves.”

He said, “If you don’t tell me your name, I can still find out.” He went onto the public security website, while I sent out a thought to the computer: “Falun is Rotating, Falun is Rotating.” He kept searching, and I kept reciting the phrase in my mind. He eventually failed to find what he wanted and muttered, “This is strange. Why can’t I find it?” He hastily turned off the computer, picked up a Dafa pamphlet from the desk, and asked, “Who passed this out?” I replied, “My name is not written on it. How would I know who passed it out?”

At this point, the officer who took my fellow practitioner away came in. I asked, “Where did you take her?” He replied, “I’m going to take her to the hospital to see a doctor.” I then exclaimed, “Did you hit her, or scare her? If she is hurt, I won’t let you go!” It seemed that he was quite afraid, “I didn’t do anything to her. She is in the car. Why don’t you talk to her.”

When I went out, I saw eight officers surrounding the car. I got into the car and found the practitioner crying. I took her hand and said, “Don’t be afraid, sister, these policemen are good people. I’ll help you out here soon!” The practitioner touched my hand. I understood that the policemen wanted me to disclose the identity of the practitioner. But I couldn’t be fooled. They said, “Come out. Why are you both crying? This is a real headache. What can be done about you?” One of the officers said, “You go inside. We’ll take her to the hospital to see a doctor.”

When I got inside the station, I told the policeman who had searched my bag: “You look very kind. You don’t seem like the same person who just chased us.” He said, “Sister, it was your calling me ‘brother’ and your kindness that moved me.” I said, “It’s our predetermined relationship that led to our meeting. The reason I don’t give you any information about me is for your own good!”

I then heard a policeman answer his phone and say, “Don’t be afraid. She is pretending. After the examination, I will send her to the detention center.” He then said to me, “Sister, I’ll let you go. Tell me your family’s phone number; I will ask them to pick you up.” I sternly replied, “If you don’t let my fellow practitioner go, I won’t leave.” He said, “I just don’t like people who have a Northeastern accent like her.” “Brother, there are good people in the Northeast, and she is a good person just like me.”

I insisted that if he didn’t let my fellow practitioner go, I wouldn’t leave. He then left, made a phone call, and came back: “We will take you two out separately and release you where nobody is around.” I was afraid that he was lying to me and said, “I’m not going anywhere. You bring her here, and we’ll leave together.” He went out to make another phone call, then returned and said, “You don’t want to tell me your name even before leaving? How will I contact you in the future if something comes up?” I replied, “If you want to persecute me, you can’t find me. But If you want to learn the truth about Dafa, we will encounter each other.”

“Sister, just tell me your name?” I said, “It’s okay to tell you, but I have a few conditions. First, you can’t persecute Dafa disciples; second, you can’t put this incident in your data bank; and if a Dafa disciple is reported in the future, you must protect them.” He replied, “Well, I’m a dignified man. My word counts. I will make an exception today and honor your kindness. Sister, I’ll take you to the hospital to find your companion.”

At this point, an elderly policeman returned from the hospital and said goodbye to me. I said, “Brother, I’m sorry we caused you trouble, by making you come to work on Sunday.” He then ordered the plainclothes officer to load my motorcycle in the car. The officer sounded the siren all the way to the hospital. I told the young policeman, “In the future, don’t persecute Dafa disciples. Remember that, ‘Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’” He replied, “I will remember.”

At the entrance of the hospital, he called out to his colleagues to take my bicycle down. He said to me, “Sister, it not good for you to be seen with me in uniform. Go ahead, you will see a man in a police uniform with four plainclothes officers and your fellow practitioner. Go find them. Take care. No one will follow you on your way back.”

I said, “Brother, I’m sorry I didn’t do well. I made you work on such a hot day. Thank you for your kindness. Your parents will live long and safe lives because of a son like you. Your wife and children will be proud of you. It’s getting dark, so don’t rush on your way back. Pay attention to safety. I wish you, good people, a safe life. Please remember, ‘Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,’ and you will have a bright future!” The policeman had tears in his eyes and couldn’t say a word. He just nodded his head repeatedly.

I found my companion was in good condition. I said to the plainclothes officers, “Our motorcycle scratched your car. I have 100 yuan. The money may not be enough, but please take it as compensation.” They refused to take the money. The policeman in uniform also said no. I said, “A cultivator has to be a good person everywhere. If I scratched the police car when you were chasing me, I would not pay because you were doing a bad deed. But the car was scratched when you drove me here, so I must pay for it.”

They saw that I was sincere, so they took the money. The other practitioner then said, “The police paid 50 yuan for me to see the doctor. I must return it. I can’t let them pay.” I smiled and said to the officers, “I’m sorry for making you work on Sunday. Drive safely on the way back. You must remember that ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ We wish you peace.” Several policemen in the car all waved to us.

After more than three hours of a battle between good and evil, eight police officers finally chose to do good. Thank you, Master, for protecting and blessing your disciples along the way. We are sincerely grateful.