Lu Chunlien, citizen of Baoding County, 42 years old
Feb. 26th, 2000: I was arrested when defending Dafa in Beijing and sent back to the Nan Guan police division of Baoding County on the same day. Officers took away all of my money during a body search.
April 13th : I was sent to Shi Jia Zhuang city Labor Camp.
April 17th : This morning while I was compiling an appeal letter, a camp prisoner guard (police use them to control Falun Dafa practitioners 24 hours hours a day) in the same room, grabbed what I was writing and tore it to pieces.
April 25th: I was brutally beaten by camp prisoners for joining other Dafa disciples group practice. I felt dizzy after that. My face was purple and swollen for days.
May 1st till July 1st : I was locked up in solitary confinement. 18 other practitioners and 20 camp prisoners were also placed in solitary confinement. We all suffered horribly. We could not see each other even when using the toilet or washing room. We were required to "sit" with our backs against the doors, facing the wall, but not allowed to sit cross-legged. We were not allowed to close our eyes. All of us endured physical and verbal abuse. Some faced it everyday. Two camp prisoners who acted as our guards were especially cruel and violent. They used abusive language as everyday speech and beating people as daily exercise. They hit our heads, pulled our hair, and pinched our legs and arms, leaving purple bruises that stayed for several days. They broke our thumbs by bending them back 180 degrees. They also used their shoes to slap our faces, back, etc. They often twisted around our arms and kicked our private parts. When some of us spoke kindly to them and tried to explain the principles of Dafa, they replied: "Nobody believes that. Be realistic. All of you are subjects for abuse and we can do any harm we want."
What was even more unbelievable was that the jail supervisors not only did not stop the beatings, they also joined in. One day in late May, due to lack of sleep, a Dafa practitioner closed her eyes unintentionally. A male officer violently slapped her face.
Starting from June 14 , because we wanted to practice the Dafa exercises, we were handcuffed to the table legs for several days or hung by handcuffs from windows, with our feet dangling. After being in this position for a while, we felt nauseated, sick, and miserable.
About 8 PM on June 20th , the seventh day of handcuffing, a male officer in his thirties used the excuse "unfit sitting position" to single out each Dafa practitioner for beatings. He kicked our lower backs and thighs, punched our faces and chests and shouted while hitting us. After the beatings, he double handcuffed us from the windows, or onto heating pipes. He did not let us sleep all night.
July 1st till 30th : In the Fourth Division of labor camp, I was beaten and insulted many times for reading and rewriting Master Lis articles.
July 20th : I tried to practice the exercises outside. They handcuffed me onto a bed for 7 days and nights and wouldnt release me even when I had to use the toilet. The weather was steaming hot and many practitioners were locked in one room, without any fan or ventilation. We could barely breathe because of the bad air. Our degree of suffering was beyond imagination.
July 7th till 30th : In order to prove that Falun Dafa is a righteous cultivation practice, and that practitioners are innocent of any crimes, more than ten practitioners did not answer during name count. The officers punished us with standing. We had just come out of a 7 or 8 day hunger strike, and were still very weak, but they forced us to stand from morning till midnight, or even 2 AM. The standing punishment lasted till July 31st, when we were transferred to Ba Li Zhuang, Baoding County. Zhang Aiping, Kong Lingquan, Zhang Huae and I were never excused from the standing punishment, even when our legs were swollen, and we suffered from diarrhea.
Chen Huiran, citizen of Baoding County, 46 years old
April 12th, 2000 : I was jailed in Shi Jia Zhuang Labor Camp. In order to prove Dafa is righteous, I resisted the forced labor. I was punished by standing along the wall from 6 AM till 1 or 2 AM. If my legs were not straight, camp prisoner guards would handcuff and kick me. They verbally and physically abused us even when we were in the toilet.
April 30th: For doing Falun Dafa exercises, several guards punched the left side of my chest. The pain lasted for more than a month and kept me from moving while lying down. When the camp prisoner guards wanted to beat me, a group of them would try to drag me behind the wall, so nobody could see. I struggled very hard to resist. From May 1st till July 1st, within the First, Third and Fifth divisions of Shi Jia Zhuang Labor Camp, every Dafa practitioner had to pair up with a regular camp prisoner. During one of the months, I was abused verbally or physically everyday. Two camp prisoners were just like devils. They practiced boxing on Dafa practitioners daily. They beat us so hard that one of them would be too exhausted to even raise her arms. When they opened their mouths, it was only to curse.
Dong Chunling, citizen of Baoding County, 48 years old
March 14, 2000 : For practicing Dafa exercises, I endured "punishment by knots." I was tied up with ropes that had bricks on the end to make the knots tight. While tied, several male policemen beat me for not kneeling. They pulled my hair, and threw my head against the table. They worked so hard that they all sweat profusely.
March 20th : For reciting Master Lis articles, I was beaten on the head by the jail supervisor. When I asked for his name, his assistant pushed and hit me, replying cruelly: "It is I who asked him to beat you, go ahead and sue us! Let the doctor check you out. If you are not sick, we will beat you more!"
March 30th : For attending group practice, Zhang Huae from Handan city and I were "punished by knots." 80% of the Dafa practitioners were beaten. The head officer and camp prisoners joined forces and used police sticks, rubber poles, or electric rods. After five minutes of group beating, they put ropes on me. Because the rope was too tight, it broke apart. They changed it with another rope that blocked my circulation, increased my heartbeat, and made my mouth very dry. The jail officer asked the doctors to measure my blood pressure. He said I was fine because I could still talk. He told another prisoner to pull the rope up from the back, while saying viciously: "Come see the free puppet show!" After ten minutes, they handcuffed me and made me stand till 11 PM. They would not allow me to use the bathroom when I needed to. They allowed two visits a day.
The camp prisoners of the First Room in the third division did not beat Dafa practitioners. For this, they were given more chores.
Wang Shujun, female, 49 years old
For practicing Dafa exercises in Shi Jia Zhuang labor camp, I was beaten by camp prisoners. They pulled hair from my head and kicked my legs many times, making them swollen for 2-3 months. After the beating, they used handcuffs to hang me from an iron door for about one and one-half hours, only allowing my tiptoes to touch the floor. A prisoner pushed the door back and forth to hit me against the wall. She also twisted my arms, poured dirty water over my body and used boiling water to burn my arms, saying "I am cleaning you by high temperature." When the jail supervisor came to work, he handcuffed me to the windows to let me bake under the hot summer sun for six days. For nine days handcuffs were on me 24 hours a day. They alternated the positions sometimes, cuffing me to a table leg and making me squat. They never allowed me to sit. Both my hands were really swollen and my legs looked like purple logs. If I sat down, the jail supervisor would beat me up. They also would not allow me to sleep at night.. Once, because we fell asleep, a male officer kicked mine and three other practitioners backsides and private parts. In Shi Jia Zhuang labor camp, physical torture was a daily routine for 2-3 months. Other Dafa practitioners experienced toothpaste, feminine products, soap, hot pepper, and even tissues wrapped with saliva, being stuffed into their mouths. These jail supervisors and camp prisoners were inhumane, worse than animals!
Zhang Jinying, female, 41 years old
On the evening of December 30th, 1999, I was arrested at Tiananmen Square. As soon as they pushed me into the police car, one policeman drew the curtains, then grabbed my hair and slammed me against the car. When another policeman cautioned him not to break the glass window, he slapped me until he was too tired to continue. After a brief rest, he kicked my head and chest more than 20 times, until he was exhausted. He never stopped insulting me with dirty language.
When I was transferred from Beijing to my home police station, a policeman there hit my hands with his police stick and stomped my feet with his boots. He kicked me down to the floor and repeatedly kicked me until he fell on the sofa, exhausted. He was so tired that he didnt notice his police stick drop to the floor. After a while, he wanted to hit me again, but couldnt find the stick. While he was looking for it, someone came and told him, "Do you know why she doesnt feel pain when you hit her? It is because shes protected by their mighty Gong." He didnt want to believe him, and asked another policeman to beat me. Strangely, the first policeman started to feel a headache very soon, and tears and mucus ran all over his face. I saw his hands were shaking.
Feb. 17th, 2000: I went to appeal in Beijing but was arrested at the Qianmen train station. I witnessed a Dafa practitioner being beaten badly for not allowing the policeman to tear apart the Dafa books. I went to reason with them, and was hit on the head with a sharp edged table leg two times. The two big wounds bled so badly that I soaked three rolls of bathroom tissues. The police were terrified. I told them: "I just came to appeal for Dafa. Even if you beat me to death, I will not hate you." My head still has two long scars.
Feb. 2000 : A Dafa practitioner from Jiang Cheng District, Baoding County, went to appeal for Dafa in Beijing. She was arrested and sent back to the local police station. Police made her take off her shoes and socks and stand on top of a pile of snow. Her arms and hands had to be raised straight up. There were more than ten policemen taking turns hitting her with wooden sticks. They especially targeted her bony body parts. Starting with the finger tips, they moved to each section of her fingers and then up to her wrists, beating them all the way around. They then moved on to her cheek bones, elbows, knees and ankles. After the group beating, she was almost unrecognizable. Her disfigured face was purple and blue, her hands were swollen to the size of a loaf of bread. She was sent to detention for 15 days, during which time she did not eat or drink.
Li Hui, 41 years old
When police tried to interrogate me in Baoding police station, a six foot tall police officer, shouted at me: "Speak!" I asked: "What should I say?" He slapped my face with his small suitcase, and swore at me profusely. Then he repeatedly slapped my face in quick succession. When he was too tired to hit me, he used his boots to kick my legs, turning them black and blue. He took a break when he was exhausted but was replaced by another high ranking officer, who started cursing aggressively the minute he stepped into the room.
Xu Xuizhi, Female, 31 years old
Jan. 25th, 2000: I went to appeal in Beijing and was arrested in the Tiananmen Square. One plainclothes policeman holding a radio asked: "Where are you from?" I said: "Baoding." He asked again: "Only yourself?" I said: "Yes." Then he shouted to me: "How dare you! Get into the car, I will teach you!"" Just when I got into the car, he punched me hard in the face, and followed with more heavy punches. I was almost knocked unconscious. When I got out of the car, I spit out many gulps of blood. When I arrived at the police station, one policeman slapped me heavily again because I didnt want to tell them my name. The room full of Dafa practitioners witnessed these unfair treatments.
A male practitioner from Shanxi province was told to go upstairs because he was not willing to tell them his name or address. From below, we heard "Bang! Bang! Bang!" After a while, he came back down the stairs with tears running down his face. His tie was gone, his clothes were messy, and there was blood on his head. He told us that the policeman beat him without his clothes on.
Feb. 27th, 2000 : I was locked in Baoding station. On March 4th, the sixth day of my hunger strike (I hadnt even drunken any water,) the head of the station summoned me. The moment I walked in, he abruptly started to hit me. After two heavy blows, my lachrymal glands were ruined: the tears could not be stopped. He was like a mad man, hitting me for about half an hour. My tear-soaked face swelled enormously and turned a bloody red. He grabbed my hair and hit my head against the wall. In the end he kicked my legs heavily with his boot.
