I had just arrived in Canada when I learned of this tragedy. I was overwhelmed by great sorrow. My Mom's name was Shi Bei. She was born in Lanxi of Zhejiang Province in 1951. My father's name is Xu Xianghu, and he was born in Xuzhou of Jiangsu Province in 1949. My mother was a worker in Fuyang City of Zhejiang Province. Before she practiced Falun Gong, she suffered from a serious protrusion of the lumbar as well as from heart disease. Every winter, she had to go to the Department of Orthopedics of the First People's Hospital two or three times for massage therapy. This long-term condition often left her depressed. In September 1995, she began to practice Falun Dafa, and her physical and mental health started improving. In the past, she often needed the support of the wall while walking, but after practicing Falun Gong, she could do housework all by herself, and she could help carry the gas tank together with me from the ground floor up to our home. Under her influence, my father and I also took up the cultivation practice. In August 1996, Mom became the contact person of the practice site of Falun Dafa in Fuyang City. She took her responsibility to introduce Falun Dafa to people in Fuyang as well as the villages and towns nearby. On six separate occasions, she used her own money to rent auditoriums and classrooms to hold introductory sessions on Falun Dafa. er efforts made more people able to learn and study Falun Dafa. In March 1998, one practitioner confessed to Mom that he was really a secret agent from the State Security Bureau, and he was responsible for collecting information on the local Falun Gong "organization". His experience of interacting with fellow practitioners over the preceding few months convinced him that Falun Gong would not inflict any harm to the state or society. Instead, it is a good practice that can make people healthy, enhance their wisdom, and upgrade the moral standards of society in general. In May of 1998, several plainclothes policemen took Mom away from our home, and did not release her until midnight. I asked Mom afterwards why they did that. Mom said the police demanded that she submit a list of all the local Falun Gong practitioners. Mom patiently introduced them to the teachings of Falun Dafa. Mom also told me that the practitioner from the Security Bureau had told her beforehand that she should stay together with other practitioners and not go home that day. But Mom took this opportunity to share Falun Dafa with the police officers. In July 1999, Jiang Zemin and his followers in the Chinese Government denounced Falun Gong as an "illegal organization". After that, Mom and Dad were forced to report to the local police station about their "thoughts" every month. They took this as a good opportunity to let the policemen gain a better understanding of Falun Dafa. After a period of time, even the policemen said to Mom: "Why don't you just say something bad against your conscience, so that we can report positively to our supervisors." But Mom had been determined about her faith, and never agreed to recant. In May 2000, the Police Department of Fuyang City forcefully "committed" Mom to the Seventh Hospital of Hangzhou City. This hospital is a psychiatric hospital for mental patients, although there was nothing wrong with her. In mid June, I went to the hospital to visit her. I could not believe what I saw. The "ward" should really be called a jail cell. There was only a "bed" made of pieces of wood, covered with straw. There were not even the basic necessities for living and sanitation. But Mom was still very optimistic and talkative, introducing Falun Dafa to people she met. The staff members of the hospital, under pressure from the police, gave Mom forced injections of sedatives using a large syringe. When I left the hospital, I had the ominous feeling that it might be the last time I saw my Mom. My Dad was also detained. I dared not to go home. I could only live at the office of my school. I had hoped that my parents would be released, but my Dad was later sent to Laodongyue Jail. In the end, my Mom was starved to death by the police. They did not allow her any food for a whole week, in order to prevent her from speaking on behalf of her faith. I have lost my Mom. I don't know the condition of my Dad who is currently detained in Laodongyue Jail of Hangzhou City. This family tragedy made it very difficult for me to continue my studies in Canada. But I cannot go back to China. Otherwise, my entire family might perish under this ongoing persecution. I will learn from Mom to be determined in my faith. No matter where I am, I will uphold my belief in Falun Dafa. A Practitioner in Canada.

Category: Accounts of Persecution