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After Suffering Years of Persecution, A High School Student Still Firmly Walks the Path of Fa Rectification

April 26, 2003

(Clearwisdom.net)

I am a high school student. Because I believe in "Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance" I have been imprisoned four times in succession by Jiang's criminal regime. Now, the school has expelled me and I have become destitute and homeless to avoid illegal arrest. I cannot go home.

Ever since childhood I was very weak. My father passed away when I was very young. There was only mom and I. In order to make it possible for me go to school, mother worked days and nights and she had all kinds of health problems. We had no money to see doctors. Eventually, mother started to practice Falun Gong. At that time I was strongly opposed to her practice, but mother persisted. I was angry with her about this. I did not even talk to her. Gradually, I began seeing mother's changes. She was very happy every day, and was in high spirits. Unbelievably, her long-term illnesses also disappeared. I pondered: is Falun Gong really so miraculous?

When mother went to practice, I secretly read her Zhuan Falun. Slowly, I began to like this book, and then learned to treasure it. When mother discovered my interest, she let me practice with the other practitioners. I started to understand Falun Gong. It was Teacher and Falun Dafa that enabled mother and me to again have hope in those difficult days. Because of Dafa, mother and I lived in happiness. Moreover, I also became an outstanding student at school.

In July 1999, Jiang's regime started to persecute Dafa and Dafa practitioners. On July 28, 1999, because I was short of money, I decided to sell our family's grain to help with travel expenses to Beijing. I went with two other practitioners to appeal for Dafa. After we arrived in Beijing, we saw police everywhere. When we had just arrived at the entrance of the Appeals Bureau of the State Council, police surrounded us and asked us whether we were Falun Gong practitioners or not. I answered yes, and then I was searched. When they threw Teacher's Zhuan Falun on the ground, I went to protect the book, but they shocked me on the back of my head with an electric baton. I lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was already being held at the Qianmen Avenue Police Station. I was detained there for three days. Afterwards, the police extorted 500 Yuan [500 Yuan is the average monthly income for an urban worker in China.] from me. They said later that I was not permitted to practice again, nor go to Beijing to appeal. They said going to Beijing to appeal was "disrupting public security."

After I returned home I told mother of the situation in Beijing. Mother found some practitioners to discuss this matter. They decided to sell everything that was worthwhile, for travel money. On September 16, 1999, once again I went to Beijing to appeal. I saw many other practitioners on Tiananmen Square who were from various places in the country. In the evening, we lived in a hostel basement. The next day we went to the Appeals Bureau. When I filled out the form and turned it in, I was called by the bureau's public security police to go inside. Then I was beaten up. They said, "You really know nothing. How dare you appeal for Falun Gong." I remembered Master's teaching; as a Dafa disciple, I learned Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance. We should not fight back when we are abused or beaten. They illegally detained me three days. After I was released, I had nothing left.

I went to Tiananmen Square again where we remained for two days. We endured hunger and thirst. In the evenings we rested on the side streets near the square. On the morning of September 23, I ran into 12 practitioners from Shandong Province. After hearing of my experience, they decided not to go to the Appeals Bureau. We decided to go to Tiananmen Square on October 1st to display banners. That evening, we stayed in a hostel. We shared our experiences, practiced, and studied the Fa together. At about 5:00 a.m. on October 1st, we arrived at Tiananmen Square. Many people were there; the entire Square was full of people. We pushed our way to the Monument to the People's Heroes where we unfurled our banners. Shortly after, a group of police came. They pushed us down to the ground, dragged us over and forced us into police vehicles. At that time, many practitioners were unfurling banners. The police dragged me to a local police station. First I was brutally beaten. Then I was hung from a heating pipe for over seven hours. Later I was escorted by police back to Qinhangdao City, where I was sentenced to five years of imprisonment.

In the jail, the police found out many ways to torture me. When police saw me reading Master's new lectures brought in by practitioners, they hung me by my feet on metal rods for over eight hours. The next day I was put into the "Strict Administration Class." In the class I was not permitted to eat, sleep, or move at all. But we still studied the Fa in our hearts. After suffering 14 long months of inhuman abuses, I was tortured out of shape.

In January 2001, the police wanted to transfer us to Shijiazhuang City. Several practitioners and I were packed into a police vehicle. At 12:00 midnight, when we arrived at Langfang City's Station, I quietly got out of the vehicle and escaped from police custody. I felt very excited and could not hold my tears back. Master takes care of every practitioner. Without Master, it would have been impossible for me to get out. I did not know anyone in the streets. While always remembering that I am a Dafa practitioner, I was not afraid of anything. After wandering around for about ten days, I arrived in another city where a practitioner helped me.

In October 2002, once again I arrived in Beijing. After policemen arrested me they brutally beat me. My right arm was fractured and then I was thrown in the street. My arm hurt severely. I could not afford to pay the expensive fees to have an operation on it. After enduring the pain for about 12 days, I went to the county hospital and had my arm amputated. Countless Dafa practitioners have been tortured into disability like me.

As a result of the persecution from Jiang's regime, mother and I have had no contact for three years. Because I am a Dafa practitioner, I should do Dafa work and study the Fa well. At present, I am firmly walking on the path of Fa-rectification.

Written on April 8, 2003