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The Violence of a Young Policeman

Feb. 26, 2001

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Falun Dafa is a cultivation exercise that genuinely helps practitioners attain a higher state of mentality and consequently promotes high moral standards in society. But Jiang Zemin followed his own will by persecuting Dafa and its practitioners. The intensified persecutions since the incident on April 25,1999, were never based on state law or facts. Criticism of Falun Dafa on television and reports in newspapers in China were full of distortion, and even fabricated stories of ill-intended slanders. Chinese people who do not know the truth were hence deceived by the propaganda. To suppress and crackdown on people who practice "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance" is a full expression of "Falsehood, Evil and Violence." The great danger of the extreme maltreatment to Dafa practitioners lies in that it undermines the kind nature of human beings and hence places their lives in ruins.

My heart was aching due to this situation. Knowing that to appeal to the government meant a jail sentence, I once again set out to Tiananmen Square on December 27, 2000, and held up a banner, hoping it would awaken the compassion remaining in people's hearts. Policemen in uniform and plain clothes grabbed my hair, dragged me across the ground face up, and hauled me to the police van. I was taken to the Tiananmen Police Station and then sent to the detention center in Xicheng District that afternoon.

Around 5 o'clock, a young policeman from the pre-interrogation office of Xicheng District Police Station interrogated me alone. I had committed no crime and I refused to tell him my name and address, which drove him crazy. He started by slapping my face, I can't remember for how long. Then he held my arms behind my back and pulled them upward thus my head was forced to touch the ground, he then treaded on my head and twisted my fingers, I said "You are the people's police you shouldn't beat people." He was furious and tortured me more severely. He used both his fists and feet, beating and kicking, even stamping on me violently with his boots. He tied me with an iron chain to the chair, then grabbed my hair and threw my head against the wall. After a while, he pulled my head forward, and stomped on it. I was all but choked. Seeing that I did not say a word the corrupt policeman adopted a scoundrel means and kicked at my private parts. Then he stepped on my private parts and pulled my head backward. He also pinched the interior side of my thigh and my breasts. He kicked at my breasts with his feet and prodded at them with his fingers. Every attack made me inhale compulsively. When he was getting tired, he turned to tear Zhuan Falun (translator's note: the core book of Falun Dafa), and burn the portrait of Mr. Li Hongzhi. He shouted for someone to photocopy 20 more copies for him to burn. I said to him "Don't burn the portrait of my teacher." So the ruthless policeman took out a lighter and burnt my fingers.

He used various methods to torture me for four hours. Around the third hour a policewoman came in and was startled at his abuse. She said, "you are heartless, I can't bear it any more." She left in a hurry. Finally the policeman had no way out but to make some things up as the record of interrogation and submitted it.

Twenty or so practitioners in the cell saw how cruelly I was beaten and went on a group hunger strike. We asked the director of the detention center to send our appeal to the authorities: "Stop the violence at the pre-interrogation office on Dafa practitioners." He saw my state and felt the young policeman went too far, so he promised to report the situation to the police station.

The next evening at 8 o'clock, the same officer again interrogated me alone . He was not wearing a uniform, but had an electric baton in his hand. He entered the room and immediately closed the door, fiercely saying, "You have to speak today, even if you die." He tied me to the chair and started to shock me with the electric baton, first on the hand especially the tender flesh between the fingers then on the head, starting from the left temple, he made shocks all around my head. Then he moved to shock my philtrum (translator's notes: the sensitive and important acupuncture point between the upper lip and the nose), the inside of my mouth, teeth and the whole body. He stepped on me and used the baton like an electric driller. He also shocked me at the interior side of the thigh, throat, the back of my neck, and breasts. I still refused to say where I came from. He took off my shoes and whacked my feet with the plastic sole, my feet soon began to swell, and he wouldn't stop till they became bloody. He used the electric baton again to shock the arches of my feet but I refused to give in. He then beat my hands, first with the shoe, then the backbone of a book, eventually my hands swelled up and became bloody. He then used the electric baton to shock at them. Later, he picked up a wooden club and beat me all over. When the club broke, he used the broken end to prod at my lower abdomen, and then replaced it with a new one. During the time of the two interrogations, he stuffed my mouth with a filthy cloth so that nobody would hear my cry. Seeing the violent beating produced no effect, he picked up a filthy broom, sweeping and brushing it all over me. In addition to filling my mouth with a filthy cloth, he even stuffed my nostrils and then turned my head aside to press it down, trying to stop me from breathing.

When he was running out of dirty tricks and tired, he ordered me to bow my head and stretch my arms back, to make the so-called position of "flying," then to squat on my heels. Thus he tortured me for three hours until an inspector came around for a routine check. Due to the fact that he was not wearing a uniform, interrogating alone and using physical torture, he was put on the record as violating the law. He was required by the inspector to sign on the record. After the inspector had gone, he called his boss for help. Only when his boss came did they let me stop squatting. They discussed how to cope with the supervision of their authorities right in front of me. Those were the policemen in the capital of China under the connivance of Jiang Zemin demonstrating the actions of lawlessness, shamelessness, and inhumane treatment.

These officers were worried and sent me back to the cell immediately. I gathered my strength and moved step by step towards the cell. But I couldn't lift my legs to step over the threshold. The inmates were startled, they were afraid I might die, so they called the director. He took me to the clinic for a medical examination, and during the process of examination, I lost consciousness.. They sent me to the first aid center right away, but they wouldn't tell me the result of the examination. I could feel it myself there was a wound in my lung, it felt oppressed and I coughed up blood and phlegm. My chest bone was broken and the ribs on the left near the waist were broken. There was blood in my urine. My hands couldn't hold anything (maybe the tendon was hurt). My body was covered with bruises. I couldn't get out of bed for several days and I needed help to turn in bed and was carried over to use the toilet.

The Police Station in Xicheng District feared that I would expose their wicked deeds. The Director and Commander of the station came over to persuade me and spoke for the depraved young policeman when I returned from the first aid center. It occurred to me that being evil was so pitiful. He was so fierce when beating people, yet so spineless to take up the blame. In order to protest the violence and to achieve freedom, I went on a hunger strike with the practitioners in my cell for 7 days. Afraid of my dying in the cell, the police set me free and took me in their van and dumped me off the Third Ring Road (translator's notes: the road surrounding the city of Beijing).

The malicious policeman who tortured me was working in the pre-interrogation office in the Xicheng District Police Station. He is about 30 years old, medium height with a pale complexion. Since he didn't wear a uniform, I do not know his badge number. He didn't introduce himself either while interrogating me. Anyone who has information about him and has a mind of justice, please provide more details so that he can be prosecuted in the future.

Written on February 21, 2001
by Practitioner on Mainland China