<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 1

of Part One

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Foreword
My name is Zhong Fangqiong (I once used the name Zhong Mingfang). I am a woman
of 39 years. My home address is: Apartment #7, 3rd Floor, No. 4 Renheyuan Building,
36 Dongsan Section of Erhuan Road, Chengdu City, Sichuan Province. The address of
my childhood home is: 7th Commune, Yangming Village, Yunlong Township, Jianyang
City. I used to own my own business with a personal net worth of 700,000 Yuan1 and a
monthly income of more than 10,000 Yuan. I was born with an aneurism of the cranial
artery in my right leg and spent more than 30 years seeking for a cure but got nowhere.
In 1995, surgeons at the Chinese Army General Hospital operated on my leg and
removed an entire blood vessel from my leg, but my illness still didn't improve. In 1997,
over 30 renowned experts from the Eastern China Medical University (also known as
the Sichuan Medical University) gathered together to discuss my case. Their unanimous
verdict was that intracranial artery aneurism is a rare and difficult disease to treat and
the international medical community has yet to develop an effective cure for this
disease. But after practicing Falun Gong for just two months, my intracranial artery
aneurism miraculously disappeared. I experienced the joy of being completely healthy
for the first time in my life. On July 20, 1999, the regime of Jiang Zemin violated the
Constitution of the People's Republic of China and started a ruthless persecution against
Falun Gong and its practitioners. Like tens of thousands of other practitioners, I have
endured indescribable persecution during the last several years. More than 38
organizations have participated in my persecution. I have been illegally detained a total
of 29 times and spent a total of 743 days in various detention centers and forced labor

camps. I have been subjected to all kinds of inhumane torture. To this day, I can't go
home and am forced to wander from place to place to avoid being arrested again.
Part I. Life in a Sphere of Suffering
Summary: Before I started to cultivate Falun Gong, all I wanted was to make money, to
cure my illness, and to prepare myself for becoming paralyzed soon
Chapter 1: A Bitter Childhood
a) Purple Birthmark
On August 21, 1965, I was born to an unfortunate family at the foot of Miaozishan
Mountain, Yangming Village, Yunlong Town, Jianyang City, Sichuan Province. The
misery in my life started from the day I was born. Upon arriving in the world, purple
birthmarks covered my right side extending from my buttock to my foot. I'm the second
child among four girls. My father once had hernia surgery, and couldn't handle heavy
labor afterwards. My mother was raised in a poor family that couldn't afford to send her
to hospital when she was sick, and she was left limping on her left leg. My older sister
contracted infantile paralysis when she was five. As she didn't receive proper medical
care, her right leg and foot suffered permanent damage, and she became a well-known
cripple in the village.
In the summer when I was six years old, I suddenly saw a black blood vessel running
from my right foot to my buttock among the purple birthmarks, which scared my
parents. They borrowed money and took me to our village clinic and then the Yunlong
Township clinic. They spent quite a lot of money, and I took quite a lot of medicine, but
my condition didn't get any better after half a year of treatment at the local clinics.
Winter arrived and the weather turned cold, but my parents' loving hearts toward their
unfortunate daughter did not turn cold. Despite his own ailment, my father took me to
Jianyang City's Chinese Medicine Hospital 22 miles away. The doctor said my blood
had died inside the vessel and blocked the vessel. He prescribed a great amount of
Chinese herbal medicine shaped in balls as big as dates to invigorate my blood
circulation and told my father that I had to take the medicine for a long time. After
paying for the medicine, my father had no money left. If we were to take the bus home,
my father didn't need to buy a ticket for me since I was a young child but he would have
to spend 90 cents for his own ticket. At that time, 90 cents was definitely no small
amount for a peasant. It would take him over 10 days to earn that amount of money. So
my father and I decided to walk back home. It took us from 1 PM to 9 PM to walk the
22 miles home.
b) Seeing Doctors and Looking for Medicine
In order to help my parents earn money to treat my sickness, I started to get up early and
go to bed late to collect manure or grass since I was a young child. The junior high
school I attended was 5 miles from home. Every morning I would carry a basket to
school. After lunch, while my classmates took a nap, I'd go out to pull some grass on a
nearby mountain. Also on my way home, I'd pull grass. When I got home, it would be
pitch dark. By the time I finished my homework, it was usually past midnight. There is
a cemetery near my house. At the age of eight, I saw ghosts in the vegetable field next
to my house. I couldn't erase what I had seen from my memory. So I often became very

scared at night, and had to turn on the radio while I was doing my homework so I would
not hear the sounds outside.
My parents went everywhere looking for a cure for my illness. My condition was finally
stable enough for me to make it to junior high school. When I was in junior high school,
my mother heard from people in her parent's hometown that there was a very good
acupuncture doctor in Dafo District, Lezhi County. My parents decided to take me to
see the doctor. They wouldn't give up as long as there was even a glimmer of hope.
Once the treatment started, I would walk 20 to 25 miles to see the doctor every Saturday
after school. I was only 12 years old at that time. The doctor said the same thing that my
other doctors had told me - my blood vessel was blocked and he needed to use
acupuncture to force the blood to circulate and prevent it from stagnating. In every
single treatment, he would insert different sized acupuncture needles, some long, some
short, some big, some small, into all the acupuncture points from my buttock to my
right foot. I felt like tens of thousands of mosquitoes were biting me. I also felt a lot of
sensations at the same time, including swollenness, pain and numbness. What's more,
the doctor would twist all the needles every once in a while. Just when I started to feel
that the pain was gong away, it would rise up again. A single treatment would last half a
day. I always comforted myself by telling myself that I would be better off in the long
run if my temporary pain meant that I would not suffer pain the future and that I would
be able to have a good life once my illness was cured.
c) A Muddy Road in the Storm
Whenever school was out, I would go with the girls from my village who were five or
six years old than I to a place 10 miles away to collect grass in order to earn money to
cure my disease.
Since we wouldn't get back home until dark, it wasn't possible to eat lunch. My mother
always did her best to find me some tasty snack, such as a few peanuts, a cooked duck
egg, or a piece of candy. I always shared the snacks with the girls from the village to
make sure that they would take me with them the next time.
One day I collected 40 to 50 pounds of grass. I was only 12 years old at the time, and
the weight felt so heavy that I couldn't keep my back straight. It was getting dark and
we were still miles from home. I tried my best to keep up with the older girls. It
suddenly started to rain, and the road became muddy and slippery. My shoes were made
of cloth and it was hard to walk in the mud and rain in those shoes. I took them off so
that I wouldn't fall. Because I couldn't see clearly in the dark, I walked on some thorns
and they pricked into my feet. Tears flowed down my face but I didn't dare to tell the
other girls and just kept on walking. My face was covered with rain, sweat and tears. On
the way home, we had to climb down the Longzhongtuo Mountain. We had to pass
through a narrow shoulder next to a cliff with rapids running below the cliff. By that
time, it was pitch black. We couldn't see anything. The only thing we could hear was the
sound of the rapids. The shoulder was paved with rocks. There was one piece of rock
that was very small. It was a temporary replacement and didn't feel stable at all. When
you stepped on it, you could feel the stone shifting underneath your feet. Because a lot
of people had walked on it, a thick layer of yellow mud had collected on top of that
stone. Because of the rain, the mud had made the rock very slippery. If I fell, I would go
over the cliff and fall into the torrent below. I was terrified but managed to make it

through. We kept walking and walking. We finally saw some lights from our village
and I was just too tired to take another step forward. I told the village girls that I would
wait there and asked them to tell my parents to come and get me. When my father
finally came for me, pain flew out of my heart like a flood. I fell into my father's arms
and cried and cried. I felt so angry about my medical condition. If I didn't have it, how
would I be made to suffer this much?
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1
Yuan: Chinese currency. The average monthly income in China is 500 Yuan per
person.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 2

of Part One

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong

Chapter 2. Working Extremely Hard to Build a Career

a) Unsuccessful First Love
[PureInsight.org] When I was eighteen years old, a matchmaker re-introduced me to a
young man who lived in the same village as me and was a classmate of mine in
elementary school. His father was a prosperous homebuilder. He himself was quite well
known in our area for being a skilled steel framer and had several students studying
under him. Their family was quite wealthy and was the first family in our area to buy a
television. A lot of people in our village went to their house to watch TV. We dated for
half a year. One day he suddenly told me that he didn't want to see me anymore. I didn't
know why. I was heartbroken. Later I found out that he had heard about my leg problem

and was afraid that I wouldn't be able to have children. It's that damn leg again! It
destroyed my hope of a happy marriage! Before long, he started to date a high school
classmate of mine, and they often walked past my house. I couldn't bear the pain of
seeing them together, and decided to leave home to start a life in Chengdu City, the
capital city of Sichuan Province. I told myself, "Let's see which one of us will be more
successful in a few years, him or me!"

b) Going to Chengdu City with Barely Any Money in My Pocket

My father didn't want me to leave home. So he only gave me 5 yuan, just enough to pay
the bus fare to Chengdu and back. My mother saw how determined I was and gave me
another 10 yuan without telling my father. I took the 15 yuan and arrived at the home of
a relative in Xichadizi, a suburb of Chengdu, on February 20, 1985.
Shortly after I arrived there, the Yingkoumen Township Clothing Factory started hiring.
Several hundred people applied for 60 positions. My sister was a seamstress so I had
learned how to sew when I was young. I was the first one that the factory hired, and was
put to work in an assembly line that only employed those who had several years of
experience as a seamstress. I got up at 5 a.m. every day and walked a long way to get to
work. During lunchtime when others were resting, I would quickly eat two steamed
buns and go back to work. In the evenings, when other people were off watching TV
and resting, I would work until late at night sewing buttons on clothes. In the summer it
was too hot to wear shoes. I would put a piece of cardboard on the footboard of my
sewing machine and put my bare feet on the cardboard. At the end of every evening, my
feet would be badly swollen.
I managed to work enough overtime to earn around 60 yuan a month, twice my normal
salary. I lived very frugally and saved 40 yuan every month toward my medical fund. A
childhood friend worked in the factory with me and I would split one penny's worth of
preserved vegetable for breakfast and five pennies worth of vegetables for lunch. In the
evening, we often heard a watermelon vendor shouting, "A dime for a piece of
watermelon, a dime for a piece of watermelon!" We really wanted to have a piece but
we never bought it even once. After living like this for a couple of months, I developed
a strong craving for meat and finally bought the cheapest meat I could find. It was from
the pig's head, and was almost pure fat. In order to save money, my friend and I didn't
rent an apartment. We paid some people a small amount of money to sleep in their
office at night. The office was very cramped and there wasn't enough floor space for us
to lie down. So we had to sleep on a desk. Every night, we took things off the desk, and
moved it slightly away from the wall. The two of us slept on the desk but the desk
wasn't long enough for us so we placed chairs next to the desk and put our feet on the
chairs. In the morning, we put everything back so people could use their office again.
While working in the factory, I went to the Hongguang Hospital on Shihui Street of
Chengdu City seeking treatment for my leg. A doctor there told me that it was varicose
vein and I needed surgery. My mother came to the city so she could take care of me
after the surgery. She brought 50 eggs for me, which was a rare, rare treat. I even paid
the deposit for a hospital bed. But right before the scheduled surgery, another doctor
examined me and said that I didn't need the surgery after all. He told me that while it
was unsightly, the black vein running along my leg wasn't causing any harm to my
health. I believed him so I cancelled the surgery.
I took a string of jobs after leaving the clothing factory. I first worked as a cleaning lady
at the Waidong Air Force Hospital in Chengdu City. After that, I operated a flea market

stand near Jiuyan Bridge followed by another stand on Liulichang Street selling
automobile accessories and cigarettes. After earning some money, I attended Wainan
Taipingyuan Provincial Truck Driving School in September of 1987. In March 1988, I
graduated from the school. I then leased an old truck from Sichuan Music College for
200 Yuan a month and began to earn money as a truck driver.
By the end of 1988, I had earned enough money to buy a used truck and began to work
for myself. At the beginning, I transported truckloads of sand from Jinmahe District,
Wenjiang City to different places in the province. I then transported coal from Rongjing
County and Weiyuan County. Later on I transported waste metal and cement.

c) Putting My Life at Risk Just to Earn a Living

I feel very sad when I recall the dangerous things I went through when I transported
coal from Weiyuan County.
Because I had suffered from so many health problems, I wanted to make as much
money as I could while I was still young. The coal that I transported came from several
small privately owned coalmines. The coalmines didn't have ground scales to weigh the
coal and the owners of the mines could only roughly guess the weight of the coal by
looking at how big the pile was. When a buyer went to buy 5 tons of coal, he often
actually got coal that weighed close to 7 tons. Since the buyers got a good bargain, they
were willing to pay the truckers more for transportation. Weiyuan County is in the
mountains. The road there was rudimentary and narrow. It had only one lane going both
ways. It was too narrow for a car to pass a bicycle rider or a pedestrian traveling on the
same road. There was a story of a skilled truck driver who had a terrible experience the
first time he drove that route. The road was in the mountains next to a river. He was
afraid that the road wouldn't be able to bear the weight of his truck so he tried to drive
his truck as far away from the riverside as possible. After driving over pieces of rocks,
the oil tank belt of his truck broke and the rocks also damaged the truck body. He was
so scared. Luckily, he managed to complete the trip. But he never dared to go back. I
was only 23 years old. I had just gotten my driver's license and had no experience. But I
began making regular trips there and put my life in danger on numerous occasions in
order to make some money.
One time I was driving seven tons of coal going down the mountains after a heavy rain.
It was impossible to control the speed of the truck with just my hand brake and foot
brake. I changed gears and used the recoil of the engine to control the speed. The road
was slippery and the turns were sharp. I was driving as carefully as I could.
Unfortunately, the front wheels of my truck slipped off the road and fell into a pea field,
and the truck was left hanging over the edge of a cliff. The buyer of the coal was also in
the truck with me. He had been on the road a lot but he didn't know how to drive. The
only way out for us was to back the truck up. But it was a very dangerous thing to do.
The truck was loaded down, and the road was going downhill and it was slippery. If I
didn't move the truck with absolute precision, the truck would go over the cliff and we
would die. We ended up placing big rocks in front of each of the four tires to slow down
the movement of the truck a little bit. I climbed into my driver seat, stepped on the gas
pedal, and let loose the clutch with great care. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and I
was fighting for my life. I must have had someone watching over me that day. I was
able to back up the truck with just one try.

There was another time when the road was flooded after a heavy rain. When the buyer
and I had almost arrived at the coalmine, I suddenly saw that the flood had washed
away a part of the road. It was impossible for us to turn back because the road was too
narrow and I would have to back up a long way before I could find enough room to turn
the truck around. I parked the truck on the side of the road. The buyer and I tried to
figure out what else we could do, but in the end we realized that we had no choice but to
try to drive over the flooded road. The buyer said to me, "Ms. Zhong, it is not a big deal
if I die. I'm already in my 40's and my son is all grown. I have already experienced so
many things in my life. But you are still young, and you aren't even married yet. It will
be a shame if you die this young." I replied, "It's okay. If I die, that is fine by me, as it
will put me out of my misery. It means that I won't have to suffer anymore and I won't
have to find money to cure my leg." The reality was quite grim - the road couldn't bear a
lot of weight and the flood might wash the truck away if I didn't control the speed well.
But there was no other way out. I pushed the gas pedal down as much as I could and we
finally managed to drive over the flooded road.
One time when a buyer went to Weiyuan County to buy coal, he asked me to carry a
load of used construction supplies from the Southwestern Institute of Ethnic Minorities.
I knew that there were a lot of dangerous roads near the place that he wanted to go. So I
asked him ahead of the time if the road he wanted to take was well paved and could bear
the weight of a truck. He answered yes but it turned out what he said was not true.
When I arrived at the Wuhuang region near Ziyang City, the road ahead became
narrower and narrower. It was a very rudimentary road that rose up and down along the
mountains and clearly not designed for trucks. It was getting dark, and the weather
suddenly changed. Lightning and thunderbolts started to roll, and gusty wind and a
rainstorm soon followed. The rain was so heavy that I couldn't see a thing even though
my windshield wiper was going full speed. In addition, the construction supply I was
carrying was loaded too high and the truck felt heavy at the top and light at the bottom.
All of a sudden, the truck began to roll over. I didn't dare to drive forward anymore and
had to park the truck by the side of the road. It was raining heavily, and water started to
leak into the cab. Looking at the coal owner and his grandson who were sleeping
peacefully in the covered truck in the back, I couldn't hold back tears. At that moment, I
hated my diseased right leg. When the daylight finally came, the villagers saw the truck
that had almost rolled over and couldn't believe their eyes. They said among themselves,
"Who dares to drive a truck here? If the truck had rolled over, you would have no
choice but to dismantle the truck and sell it for scrap metals. Who would dare to tow
your truck back in town?" I ended up placing some cornstalks on the road to increase
the friction and used centrifugal force to straighten up the truck.
Even though I had repeatedly placed my life in danger, I continued to make trips to the
coalmines. I felt it was the only way I could make enough money to treat my leg. I left
Chengdu City at 3 a.m. every morning. It was midnight before I finished loading coal at
the coalmines in Weiyuan County. I would then drive the truck back to Chengdu City
and unload the coal. By the time I finished unloading the coal, it was almost time to go
back to the coal mine again. A whole week would often go by before I could even sleep.
Whenever I felt sleepy, I would pull over and take a nap inside of my cab. Often times
just when I fall asleep behind the wheels, a trucker behind me would wake me up with
his horn since the road was too narrow for him to pass me. I was so tired that I could fall
asleep anywhere at any time. I was taking on too much and I felt I could collapse at any
moment.
Even though the work was dangerous, the pay was excellent and truckers often had to
wait in line to pick up the coal. Some drivers didn't want to wait in line and tried to cut

in. They ended up bringing some snakes with them and would release the snakes when I
wouldn't let them cut in line. When the snakes began to crawl toward me, I would be so
scared that I had to run away and had no choice but to watch them load the coal ahead
of me. I swallowed my tears and I vented my misery by writing the following in my
diary, "I'm just like a tire, wearing out, running around and around, and not knowing
when the end will come. When it is pricked by a nail, it's when I get ill. When it
explodes, it's when I leave this world."
I kept on asking myself why being a human being is so miserable and why we came to
the world. I went to see a fortuneteller and I was told, "A noble person will come and
help you." So I eagerly waited for the noble person to come.

d) Unsuccessful Marriage
After my first boyfriend broke up with me over my leg problem, I stopped being picky
about whom to marry. I would marry any guy as long as he was willing to overlook my
leg problem. I wanted to prove to people that I was capable of having children. I hastily
married a worker and gave birth to a son. Because of various reasons, I separated from
my husband when my son was only three years old. In my son's mind, he never had a
father.

e) Motivation Comes Only with Pressure

Shortly after I became pregnant, I started to transport cement for Xiao Yongcai, the
owner of a cement factory in Chongqing County. After working for him for some time,
he found me trustworthy and asked me to work for him exclusively. His relative, Mr.
Hu, was also a trucker who worked for him. I always got up early in the morning and
came back very late at night. Because I put in long hours, I was always able to complete
one more trip than Mr. Hu could. Mr. Xiao began to call Mr. Hu "Lazy King Hu" and
joked that Mr. Hu was not as capable as a pregnant woman. Mr. Hu said jealously,
"Motivation only comes with pressure." He was exactly right. I indeed felt huge
pressure and wanted to make as much money as I could while I could still move around.
There is a Chinese saying, "After suffering from an illness for a long time, nobody will
be left with a dutiful son." What would happen to me when I couldn't move and there
was nobody to take care of me?
Less than three months after giving birth, I went back to work. I shipped cement for Mr.
Xiao during the day, and shipped bricks for Li Huacheng from the Guixi Cement Plant
at night. Since I was still breastfeeding, I had no choice but to take my infant son with
me on all the trips that I made. He often stayed up late with me. Sometimes I wouldn't
be able to take him home all night.
Because I had worked for Mr. Xiao for a long time and he was pleased with my work, at
the end of 1991 he helped me land a job transporting cement for the Materials Section
of the Road Construction Department of Chengdu City. At that time, Chengdu City was
constructing its Loop 2 Highway. I was given a special permit. With the special permit,
I could transport as much cement as I could. I was also allowed to overload my truck
and drive on roads that trucks normally weren't allowed to drive on. The road
construction project needed a lot of cement and I couldn't meet the demand with just my
own truck. So I hired the city's No. 5 Transportation Department to help me. At the end

of every month, I billed the City Road Construction Department and paid the cement
factory and the No. 5 Transportation Department. My bookkeeping was always
meticulous and I never made a mistake. I ended up becoming a major trucking
subcontractor for the City Road Construction Department.

f) Unsuccessful Surgery
As the years went by, my business flourished and I became more and more successful.
But my right leg grew worse. The bulging blood vessel became as thick as a thumb and
I could see several big lumps along the blood vessel. I had to rest my leg on a chair
while playing Mahjong or watching TV. I often felt a sharp pain in my leg after driving
for a long time. When I couldn't bear the pain anymore, I went to Chengdu City's Army
General Hospital in January of 1995, several days before the Chinese New Year. I was
diagnosed with varicose veins, and was told that I had to be operated on right away. The
surgery took place around the Chinese New Year. Dr. Chen Chongdian was the surgeon
who operated on me. The surgery started at 9 a.m. I was given anesthesia only in my
lower body so I was fully conscious and could hear the sounds of the surgical
equipment banging into the tray and my flesh being cut open. Everyone was silent and I
felt I was attending my funeral. The surgeon cut open the blood vessel from the outside
and then from the inside. He clamped down the blood vessel, cut the flesh around the
vessel on the outside, and pulled the blood vessel out. I felt pain but I didn't dare to
move a bit. The doctor showed me the vessel that he had taken out. It was long and as
thick as a chicken's throat. The doctors in the operating room soon appeared puzzled
and told Dr. Chen to cut open another blood vessel. I soon heard Dr. Chen say, "What
happened? It is not varicose vein after all." Another doctor said, "No. It appears to be
aneurism of the cranial artery." After that, the room fell dead silent. I knew that I had
been misdiagnosed and the surgery was a mistake. But at the point, what else could I
say or do? I just tried my best to forget the whole thing and move on. I spent a week
resting in the hospital and went home after the doctors took out my stitches.
After a period of time, the surgery incision healed, but my leg remained badly swollen
in the place where the blood vessel had been taken out. I went back to Dr. Chen
Chongdian, and he told me, "After discussion, the hospital has decided to operate on
you using the newest technology pioneered by surgeons in the U.S. We feel bad about
what had happened before and will operate on you the second time free of charge. Let's
give it a try." It was a difficult decision for me to make. The surgery was very risky and
there was a chance I would be paralyzed if the surgery failed. Although my leg was
swollen and painful, the aneurism was contained. I was still very young, and I could still
move around. So I decided not to do the second surgery.

g) Wish for Cultivation

In August of 1996, I took my mother and my son to climb Qingcheng Mountain. We
took the back route. It was a difficult climb. We had to grab onto tree branches and
rocks to climb up the mountain. The heels of my shoes broke and my right leg felt
swollen and painful. But I kept going because I didn't want to disappoint my mother and
son. We took frequent breaks along the way. When we climbed half way up the
mountain, a group of about twenty old ladies quickly passed us and climbed up very
quickly. I was amazed by how fit they were. Even though they looked to be about 60

years of age, they didn't seem to be tired at all after the difficult mountain climb. I heard
them chanting "Buddha Amitabha" from time to time. I thought to myself, "How can
those old ladies climb so fast? Maybe there are really Gods waiting for them up ahead?
They walk so fast and so effortlessly!" My mother, my son and I finally climbed to the
top of the mountain when the sun had gone down and visited the Baiyun Temple. I
attended the Buddhist ceremony along with those old ladies, donated some money to the
temple, and begged the Buddha to cure my disease and to bless my whole family.
We spent the night in the mountain. The next morning as we were leaving the Baiyun
Temple, I saw a nun at the gate waiting for people to draw straws to tell their fortunes.
She appeared to be about 30 years old. I went up to her and asked her curiously, "You
are so young. Why did you want to be a nun?" She told me about her painful marriage,
and said she had enough of the secular life and went to the temple to cultivate. I was
interested in the word "cultivate." She seemed to have read my mind and said, "You
should come to cultivate too." I said, "I have a mother and a son to support. I also can't
let go of all the worldly things. Can I still cultivate?" She replied, "Yes. You can
cultivate at home. Just read the scriptures at home." I flipped through the thick
scriptures and asked, "Do I need to come back to the Baiyun Temple if I decide to
cultivate?" She said, "Yes." Looking at the sky-high mountain, I thought, "Forget about
it. The mountain is too high and too hard to climb. I won't cultivate here. I'll find
someplace near home and then start to cultivate."

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 3

of Part One

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Chapter 3 A Life of Desperation
a) Drowning in Piles of Medicine
My mental state worsened after the unsuccessful surgery at the Army General Hospital.
I knew the days when I could still walk around on my own were numbered and I could
become paralyzed at any time. But I didn't tell any of my family or friends about my
deteriorating condition because I didn't want them to worry about me. I often cried
myself to sleep at night. I don't remember when it first appeared, but I soon began to
experience a new health problem - whenever I got excited or angry, I would feel blood
vessels in my brain start to tighten up like musical instrument's strings and my whole
body would become numb. I started to carry several medicines to treat cerebrovascular
diseases in my purse together with my makeup supplies. Sometimes when I walked, I
felt I couldn't support my own weight. I also suffered from several episodes where I lost

my eyesight temporarily. One day when I drove my own car to work, I suddenly went
blind. I pulled my car over, swallowed some medicine, and bent over on the wheel. It
took me about an hour to recover.
One day when I was fishing with my family in Wangjiang Park, a guy came up to me
and tried to sell me an insurance policy. I asked him if the insurance was an investment
that would increase in value. He said no so I didn't buy it. The encounter got me
thinking of investing in the stock market. I bought some volatile stocks in the secondary
stock market. The stocks in the secondary stock market hadn't been officially listed in
the stock exchange yet. So they were much riskier than regular stocks. But I was
attracted to them by the promise of higher returns and I hoped they would be able to pay
my expenses when I could no longer work.

b) No Known Cure for Aneurism of the Cranial Artery

I didn't want to learn more bad news about my health so I kept putting off more visits to
the hospital. In 1997, my condition had deteriorated so badly that I was left with no
choice but to go back to the hospital. This time, I went to the Western China Medical
University. The professor who saw me felt I had a rare disease and didn't want to make
a definite diagnosis by himself. So he told me, "Every Wednesday afternoon we have a
session where all the professors and medical experts in our hospital get together to
discuss rare cases. Please book an appointment for that session." When I went there,
over 30 medical experts saw me. They reached the unanimous conclusion that I was
suffering from the aneurism of the cranial artery, a rare disease with no known cure.
They told me that the surgery I had done earlier only made my condition worse. They
said, "It's as if a load that was once shared by two people is now left with just one
person to carry. The situation is now much worse. If the blood vessels weren't tied up
carefully enough, it could cause damage to the nerves of the cerebellum and leave
sequelae." So it turns out that the pain that I was feeling in my brain was caused by the
botched surgery. They finally told me, "There is nothing we can do for you right now.
Please leave your name, address and phone number with us. We will contact you when
the medical technology is advanced enough to offer you a cure." The call hasn't come to
this day.
In 1998, some renowned experts from a major hospital in Shanghai came to Sichuan
Province to see patients. I made an appointment with them, and they confirmed the
diagnosis of aneurism of the cranial artery. They said that I could pay 100,000 Yuan to
do a surgery in Shanghai. I said, "Are you sure the surgery will work? If it will work, I
am willing to pay even 200,000 Yuan." The doctors said that they weren't sure the
surgery would work. I thought it over and declined the surgery.

c) Deterioration
One day in the fall of 1997, the father of my son paged me and asked me to go over to
his store. I went to see him and he asked me for money. I told him that I had no money
because I had just bought a car and I even had to borrow 3,000 Yuan from my brother to
pay for the car (I had spent all my savings buying stocks in the secondary stock market).
As soon as I told him I couldn't lend him any money, he grabbed a kitchen knife and

charged toward me. His employees and friends rushed over to hold him back. I was so
stunned by what had happened that I collapsed into a chair and began to shake
uncontrollably. My entire body felt numb and icy cold. My tongue felt stiff, my lips
turned purple, and my face turned ashen. People around me became scared. They didn't
know what to do and didn't dare to touch me. It just happened that I had finished the
medicines that I normally carried in my purse. I managed to write down the names of
medicines that I normally took with my shaking hands.
After that, the cerebrovascular disease I was suffering from steadily deteriorated. It
flared up constantly. The discoloration on my face became more and more pronounced.
My right leg always felt swollen and painful. I often had to lie in bed, lifting my right
foot and pushing it against the wall to keep my leg elevated.

d) Small Comfort
Heaven is fair to people. Even though I had to go through a terrible marriage and was
suffering from terrible pain, I had always been very successful when it came to my job.
I thought it was the heaven's way of evening things out for me and giving me a little
hope to continue my miserable life.
My husband and I had separated when my son was only 3 years old. After the incident
when he came after me with a kitchen knife, I began formal divorce proceedings. But
we couldn't reach a settlement over my money and property. So I had no choice but to
temporarily postpone the divorce proceedings. During that time, my business had
become better and better. I always overloaded my truck and it was better to drive at
nighttime since there was less chance of getting a traffic ticket then. But because of my
health problems, I couldn't drive at night by myself. In the spring of 1997, I sold my
truck and subcontracted the truck transportation work that I used to do to someone from
Pengzhou City who owned two big Chinese-made trucks. In 1998, Chengdu City began
the construction of its Loop 3 Highway. There was a lot of work. I subcontracted four
big trucks plus trailers from Chenghua District Transportation Company, and the trucks
ran day and night. I was indirectly employing a total of 30 truckers and cargo loaders. I
got to the point where I only needed to work about one hour a day. I just needed to drive
to the headquarter of the city's Road Construction Department at 11 AM to pick up the
work order for the day and then assign the work to the subcontractors. I was only
working a total of 20 hours a month, and yet I was making over 10,000 yuan every
month. Sometimes I made as much as 20,000 yuan in a month. I bought a house, a car,
and an expensive cell phone. I sent my son to an exclusive school. I also achieved my
personal investment goal I obtained 100 orders of stocks from the secondary stock
market at a total cost of 400,000 yuan.

e) Living without a Soul

Unfortunately everybody knows money can buy a house but not a home; it can buy
medicine but not health.
I could never forget about the aneurism of the cranial artery in my right leg. It was a
constant source of stress, and I knew I was doomed to spend the second half of my life

paralyzed. So I tried my best to make as much money as possible when I was young.
That was why I bought 100 orders of stocks from the secondary stock market. I was
hoping to make a killing when the stocks were listed officially. But I constantly thought
to myself, "Would I really make money with the stocks?" When the stock market
dropped in 1997, I lost 200,000 yuan overnight. After that, I couldn't eat and I couldn't
sleep. Sometimes I felt I didn't even have the strength to step down on the gas pedal. I
was living without a soul. The stocks couldn't give me a sense of financial security that I
was hoping they would bring.
There were a lot of conflicts and emptiness in my life. I also felt sick and scared all the
time. Other than spending an hour working every day, I spent the day trying to find
different ways to bring a little happiness to my life. I was always getting facials and new
hairdos or playing Mahjong. Sometimes I thought that I should just kill myself since
this way I would be able to leave some money for my mother and son before the
medical bills ate up all my savings. But then when I thought how sad they would be if I
died, I had to give up that idea. I constantly cried and swallowed my pain everyday all
by myself.

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of Part Two

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part II. A New Life
Preface: After I started to practice Falun Gong, I experienced for the first time in my life
what the saying "A body is light when it's disease free" means.
Chapter 1. Predestined Relationship
a) A Friend's Change
In August 1998, a classmate of mine at the driving school started to practice Falun
Gong. She is one year older than me and we were very close friends. She told me, "A
fellow practitioner in Shahepu Place who used to be bald has grown back hair after
practicing Falun Gong. And the white hair of an older woman from Lianhua Village has
turned black. Why don't you also come to practice!" I replied, "Qigong exercise is for
those who are elderly and retired. I won't do that. I will enjoy my life more by eating
better food and wearing better clothes. If I die, I die." She felt sorry for me because I
was letting a great opportunity go by. Every Saturday night, I would go to her home and
play mahjiang with her husband and his two friends from work. Sometimes we played
all night. She wouldn't play with us and instead would read Falun Gong books all by
herself. I couldn't understand her huge change.
When Chengdu City's No. 3 Loop started construction, my business became busier. My
good friend's husband was the manager of a Forage Factory in Meishan City and was
equipped with a Peugeot sedan. She helped with the driving. When winter came, both of
us were busy with our own businesses. She and her husband seldom came back to
Chengdu. Before the Spring Festival, she called me, "I bought you some special treats
for the Spring Festival. They are all Meishan City's special local products. Please come
over to pick them up." When I saw her, I found she had become better looking. Her son
used to call her "ugly mom." She used to have a lot of freckles on her face, but now her
face glowed with a flawless complexion. I asked her curiously, "Where did you go for
the operation on your skin? It's very well done." She said, "I haven't had any operation
on my skin." I continued, "Which beauty parlor do you visit for facial skin care? What
lotion do you use?" She said, "I haven't visited any beauty parlor, neither do I put any
lotion on." I didn't believe her so I touched her face with my fingers. She said, "Don't
you believe me? Let me wash my face to show you." She immediately rinsed her face
with cold water. I asked, "Then why has your skin become so beautiful?" She said,
"Through practicing Falun Gong." A negative feeling immediately came over me, and

my mind couldn't believe her. I said sarcastically, "Your Falun Gong is so divine, it's
something that can only be found in heaven, not in the human world." She didn't say
anything. Even though I said those words, I had to admit that her skin had indeed
improved.
Back home, I thought to myself how I had been going for weekly facial treatments
without fail for the past six years to [remove] the discoloration on my face. What's
more, I had taken a lot of Chinese herbal medicines prescribed by Chengdu City's
Chinese Medicine Hospital. I also had used a lot of famous healthcare products made in
China and overseas, such as Chun Bo Lao (forever young), pearl powder, Sunrider and
so on. I even used an expensive American facial serum on the birthmark and had
acupuncture treatments numerous times. I'd spent over ten thousand yuan to improve
my facial appearance but it was all in vain. How did her dark freckles that I'd seen for
over ten years completely disappear like that?
b) Dafa Reveals All Mysteries
Out of curiosity, I went back to see her but I was too embarrassed to ask her about Falun
Gong directly. She read my mind and gave me a tape of Teacher Li Hongzhi's lecture.
She also quoted a line from Teacher, "You can kowtow every day until your forehead
bleeds and burn bundle after bundle of incense, but it's still useless. It only works when
you really cultivate your mind." On hearing this sentence of Teacher's, I suddenly
understood everything. It was as if all the things that I couldn't understand before
suddenly made sense. No wonder I didn't receive any special blessing from the Buddhas
after I spent so much money and time burning incense and worshiping them. I couldn't
understand it before. In order to cure my disease and have a happy family, I put all my
hope on Buddhas and Taos. I once donated money to build a Buddha statue in a
Guanyin temple in my hometown. I also paid an elderly artisan to put gold coating on
the statue of Bodhisattva in Jintang County's Tongzi Temple. I went to temples in
Chengdu City and went to Leshan Buddha statue, and drove to Shijing Temple to burn
incense. I went to the Baiyun Temple on Qingcheng Mountain to donate money and
asked the Buddhas for help. I even went to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan City, Henan
Province. I also visited Mount Hua in Shaanxi Province to ask the Gods and Buddhas
for help. However, all of my hopes were shattered. No Gods or Buddhas blessed me to
get rid of my disease. I continued to live in despair. It turned out to be useless to depend
on others; instead I had to cultivate my heart, and assimilate to Truthfulness,
Compassion, Tolerance. I thought the teaching of Falun Gong made sense to me and I
decided to give it a try.
But I still thought myself as someone with a high social status and felt that I'd lose face
if my acquaintances saw me sitting on the ground with some ordinary elderly women. I
didn't want to go to a Falun Gong practice site on my own and decided to wait until the
following Sunday when my good friend came back to town so I could join her at a
practice site near her home. When I arrived there, I saw around 100 people standing
there doing the exercises with their eyes closed, their movements were in unison and
looked beautiful. There were elderly people, young children and well-mannered young
people. I looked everywhere but couldn't find my friend and her son. I then drove to her
home to look for her. When I arrived at the gate in front of her house, I saw her and her
son running out of the door on their way to the practice site. After we got to the practice
site, she asked a fellow practitioner to teach me and she joined the group exercises. I

asked him lots of questions, and that practitioner patiently answered them all. At the
end, he told me, "There are several practice sites in the Xinhua Park near your house.
One at the front entrance, one at the back gate, and some inside the park, and there is
one in the garden of Chenghua Elementary School. You can go to any of the practice
sites. The practitioners there will all be glad to teach you patiently and at no charge."
c) The Feeling of Returning Home
At 6:30 a.m. on March 5, 1999, I arrived on time at the practice site at the front entrance
of Xinhua Park. A female practitioner with the surname of Li taught me the standing
exercises there. Later she taught me to do the sitting meditation. Shortly after I sat down
with my two legs crossed, my legs began to ache, my heart started to feel restless, and
both of my feet looked like purple eggplant from the pain. Sweat came out on my head,
and wet my underwear. I was very uncomfortable. At the moment, I remembered
Teacher's words, and decided to endure the pain. I forced myself to endure it. After a
while, I saw myself sitting on a dam beside a quiet and tranquil temple, wearing a
golden Buddhist robe. The robe was shiny and emitted light. It was so wonderful. I felt
the temple was my home and I hadn't been back for thousands and tens of thousand of
years. I became so excited about returning home; I tried to control my tears from
dropping down my face lest people would see them. But I couldn't stop the excitement
inside, and I finally started to sob.
The exercise music stopped. I opened my eyes. Everybody was getting ready to leave. I
felt there was still something rotating in my legs. At that time, several old women came
over to console me, "You can take your legs down if you feel it's too painful. Don't cry
while practicing." I then told them what I just saw. They said, "You have a good inborn
quality. Your celestial eye has opened." "What is the celestial eye? This is my first time
to do the exercises; I don't even have a book yet." I told them again, "I feel there is
something rotating in my legs." They told me, "It's Falun rotating there. Do you have
illness there?" I thought, "They are more effective then fortune tellers. I have seen many
fortune tellers, but none of them was so efficacious." They told me, "The Falun is
adjusting your body. It'll adjust wherever you have illnesses." They asked me to put my
legs down, but after I put my legs down, the Falun was still rotating. They told me to
move the two soles of my feet so that they wouldn't face each other. I did that but the
Falun was still rotating.
On the same day, I received a Dafa book. I began to read eagerly when I got home. Ever
since then, I've never overslept, and never played mahjiang. Every day I arrived at the
practice site at 6:30 a.m. on time, and went to work after that. After arranging the work
well, I'd grasp every minute to read the book till late night. I changed the pop music
cassettes in my car to Teacher's lecture tapes.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 2

of Part Two

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Chapter 2. Dafa Gives Me a Second Life
a) Experiencing a Miracle
I had planned to visit the Shizishanzhuang Resort with my son's teacher Meng Yurong,
her Taiwanese friend, and my aunt on March 8, 1999. That morning when I got up, I felt
a lot of pressure on my face and I was running a fever. I felt very uncomfortable. I
looked into the mirror and was startled. My whole face was swollen and red. What
should I do? I rinsed my face with cold water, but it didn't help. It's almost 11 o'clock.
My aunt was waiting for me to pick her up at home, and Ms. Meng had already gone to
the Shizishanzhuang Resort. What should I do? I called my good friend's cell phone,
"You told me to practice Falun Gong. Now my face has become swollen. People are
waiting for me, but I can't go out." She said, "It's a good thing. Teacher is adjusting your
body." I had no choice but to go out as I had planned. On our way, my aunt asked, "Did
you apply blush today? You look so beautiful." She didn't know my face was hot and
swollen. Hearing her question, I felt better. It showed I was the only person who could
feel the symptoms from my face. Other people could just see that my face was a little
red.
The next day I went to my office. A colleague with a surname of Li asked me, "People
look radiant when something wonderful has happened to them. Ms. Zhong, you look
fantastic today. What good news do you have to share?" I replied, "I started to practice
Falun Gong." She said, "Wow, is Falun Gong really that good? I want to practice, too."
One week later, my face felt normal again. Miraculously, the large deep discoloration
on my face disappeared. I had made many attempts for years to get rid of it by visiting
beauty parlors, but all attempts were futile until I began to practice Falun Gong.
b) Celestial Maidens Flying in the Sky
I became a firm believer in Falun Gong, and had greater belief in every sentence
Teacher says in the book. A mystery I had hidden in my heart for over a decade has now
revealed itself to me. I was 24 at the time. One night I was driving a fully loaded
Chinese-made truck from Chengdu City to Dujiangyan City with a coal buyer. When I
arrived at Tuqiao area, it was around 4 o'clock in the morning. I saw groups of celestial
maidens flying in the sky. It was so magnificent! I was curious and thought, "You are
always flying ahead of me. What if I drive a little faster to see who is faster?" But our
distance remained the same. I then thought, "What if I slow down a little?" I released
the gas pedal a little, but our distance was still the same. I woke the coal buyer sitting
next to me, "Mr. Li, look! Celestial maidens are flying in the sky!" He opened his
sleepy eyes, "Where?" I said, "Look, there are so many of them in the sky. Can't you see
them?" What a pity, he opened his eyes wide-open but couldn't see the beautiful
celestial maidens. I now know they [the celestial maidens] truly exist. It's just that
ordinary people cannot see them.

c) The Whole Family Benefited

After experiencing the miracle and wonderfulness of Falun Gong, I wanted my mother
and my son to learn this wonderful practice as well. My son was willing to learn the
minute I told him. It took a while to persuade my mother to practice. I said, "Mom, let's
practice Falun Gong together. It is better than my giving you a hundred million yuan. It
is so wonderful to be disease-free! Look, I have only practiced for a week, the birthmark
on my face that I had spent over ten thousand yuan trying to remove but in vain is now
completely gone. You can see it with your own eyes." Mother replied, "I know Falun
Gong is good. But you guys get up early and stay up late to practice it. And you stand
for half an hour to hold the wheel, isn't it a torture? It's time for me to enjoy life." On a
Sunday evening, after dinner my son said to my mother, "Grandma, let's go to do the
exercises." My mother said, "I won't go. You go." My son held grandmother's hand and
begged, "Grandma, let's go. If you feel good, you practice. If not, you don't practice. It
doesn't cost a penny anyway." My mother was left with no choice but to go to the
practice site with us.
At the practice site, fellow practitioners were very friendly to my mother, and taught her
the movements with great patience. As my mother was illiterate, she could only listen
when we read Falun Gong books. After the group study of Teacher's book, at 9 p.m., I
drove my son to his teacher's home. Mother went home alone. She washed her feet and
was ready to go to bed. Suddenly it seemed that her cerebrovascular disease had
recurred, and she felt everything was moving in front of her. She couldn't even pour the
water, and had to lie in bed and wait for me to get back home and find medicine for her.
After hearing her description, I said, "It's a good thing. You have predestined
relationship with Dafa. Teacher has begun to take care of you, and He is adjusting your
body." I read Zhuan Falun to her. She fell asleep while listening. She woke up in the
middle of the night and found she had recovered completely. She was perplexed, "It's so
strange - I had such a serious attack last night. I thought I would have to take medicine
and injections for two weeks like before. How could I make a complete recovery
overnight this time only after listening to my daughter reading a book for a while? I
have never seen Teacher Li, and he has never checked my pulse. How was the disease
cured this time? Falun Gong is really miraculous. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I
wouldn't believe it no matter what others tell me."
Ever since then, my mother began to practice Falun Gong earnestly. She felt practicing
the exercises was more important than making money as many diseases can't be cured
with money. Every morning she got up at 5 AM and walked to the practice site. After
practicing for a month, all her diseases disappeared. More surprisingly, she could walk
normally using her left leg that had been lame for the past 50 years! Seeing her change,
everybody around us knew Falun Gong was great. So her two daughters, their husbands,
and her daughter-in-law's parents who live in the countryside all started to practice,
although after July 20, 1999 some of them stopped practicing out of fear. A more
inconceivable thing happened. One day after mother had been practicing for two
months; she suddenly had a stomachache and vomited (just like what described in
Zhuan Falun.) What she vomited was all black. For the next several days, she didn't
want to eat anything and just kept vomiting. She even vomited two worms out one day.
On the 5th day, she thought, "Teacher, people would feel disgusted seeing me vomiting.
It'd better to have diarrhea. With that thought, she started to have diarrhea in the
afternoon. What came out was still black. This went on for two more days. My mother

didn't have any food for seven days and seven nights, but she didn't feel hungry at all.
It's just her lips became dry, and she'd dampen her lips with water. On the 8th day, the
diarrhea stopped. She wanted to have a little rice soup, and started to have some congee.
On the same day, I drove her to the practice site. She not only finished the standing
exercises, but also the sitting meditation and didn't feel a bit of pain. Through doing the
exercises and studying the Fa for a week, her health was completely restored. She had a
good complexion after that. Her external and internal rheumatism, sciatica, gall-stones,
serious appendicitis, and cerebrovascular disease were all gone.
My son also had great change after practicing Falun Gong. He was a "skinny monkey"
when he was younger, but became "chubby kid" after he started to practice Falun Gong.
He was dishonest when he was younger. I remember he had once scored 65 out of 100
for his Chinese Exam in Grade 1. For fear that I'd scold him, he changed his teacher's
markings and changed the score to 100. After he began to practice Falun Gong, he
stopped telling lies. Everybody said he has become honest and well behaved. In the
latest test, his score ranked No. 1 in his class (he is now in 7th Grade). He also knows
that all this is due to the power of Dafa, because Teacher requires him to follow
"Truthfulness- Compassion -Forbearance."
d) The Incurable Blood Vessel Tumor Disappeared
Two months later, my good friend said to me, "Zhong, you have a very good
predestined relationship with Dafa. The aneurism of the cranial artery in your right leg
may have been cured too." Her words reminded me: During the previous two months,
my son was in boarding school. Besides working, everyday I got up early and stayed up
late to study the Fa, listen to Teacher's lecture tapes and do the exercises. I had been so
busy that I've forgotten about my leg problem. Thinking back, I've been sitting for long
hours till late night to read the books, and I drove for my business as usual. Why hadn't
I felt any pain in the area where I had surgery? Why were there no symptoms of my
cerebrovascular disease? Is it because the diseases are all cured? Yes, it's because of
doing the exercises, because of practicing Falun Gong! It's Teacher who cured my
diseases!!!
My tears kept running down my face. I was too excited to speak. It is Falun Gong that
saved my life! It is Falun Dafa that gave me a second life and good health for the first
time in my life! It is Falun Dafa that made my heart feel as pure and clear as jade! It was
then I started to have a light and disease-free body!
d) Heart as Clear and Pure as Jade
Having no disease, having no mental burdens, I acquired a happy mood, my complexion
turned brighter and my manners became gracious. My mother said to me smilingly, "I
wish you had started to practice Falun Gong earlier! If you had started to practice
earlier, your wouldn't have had so many hurtful words to say." My son said, "Mom's
temper has improved so much." My friends joked, "We felt you were very overbearing
in the past. Now you've changed. We think you are pretty nice, and are not bossy any
more." I said, "It's Falun Gong that changed me."

Falun Gong is so wonderful, so miraculous! I told myself that I must persist in

cultivating myself and I must tell its beauty and miraculous power to all my relatives
and friends and ask them all to practice Falun Gong!

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 3

of Part Two

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Chapter 3. Spreading Falun Dafa
a) Spreading Falun Dafa in My Hometown
I packed some Falun Dafa introduction flyers, Teacher's Jinan lecture tapes, video tapes,
and 20 copies of Zhuan Falun and drove back to my hometown Jianyang with two
volunteer assistants from my practice site, a young practitioner, three little practitioners,
and my mother. On the way, I couldn't control my excitement. I said in my heart, "My
fellow villagers, Falun Dafa is coming to save you! Please don't miss this precious
opportunity that occurs once in tens of thousands of years!" Upon arriving at my older
sister's home, the neighbors all came to see us. I told them I came back to teach them
the Falun Gong exercises, they were all willing to learn and passed the message on to
others. On the morning of the next day, we gathered in a flatland near the road and we
taught them the exercises. There were around 20 people. We told others in the village
who had gathered to watch us about the wonderfulness of Falun Dafa, and people all
said that Falun Gong is great.
After I returned to Chengdu, I couldn't wait to tell my aunt about the miraculous healing
effect of Falun Gong. My aunt started to practice too. I then called my youngest uncle in
Beijing who was a high-ranking army official and told him the good news about my
aneurism of the cranial artery being cured. After he heard my story, he was grateful to
Falun Dafa too, and also wanted to practice Falun Gong. I asked him to look for a
practice site. A few days later when I called him again, he told me sadly that he couldn't
find one after looking around for several days. I told him, "You have to get up early in
the morning to look in the parks. They all go to work during the day."
b) Rain and Wind on their Way
A few days later, it was at the end of June. I called my uncle again to see if he had
found a practice site. He said, "Now the government has banned it. Party members and
army men are prohibited to practice it. They said some bad words towards your
Teacher. I suggest you to stop practicing, now that your disease has been cured. You

have worked very hard to build a successful business. Since the country now forbids it,
you should just stop practicing it."
I was speechless after hearing his words. My heart ached. In my eyes, my uncle was the
most educated, reasonable, and insightful person that I knew. Whenever I had any major
decisions to make, I'd ask for his opinion. I often listened to him if what he said made
sense to me. But this time, I felt a battle raging in my mind. I thought that it was not a
small matter, and I had to make up my own mind. I thought to myself, "Others may say
that Falun Gong is not good, but I have personally experienced its mighty power. Others
may say that it is not good. But I was able to see things in other dimension with my
celestial eye when I just started to practice the exercises and hadn't even read any of the
Falun Gong books, and what I saw was exactly like what was said in Zhuan Falun.
Others may say it isn't good, but why have my aneurism and cerebrovascular disease
gotten cured? Others could say that they can't tell if my diseases have been cured or not,
but they can't deny the birthmark on my face is indeed gone. Everybody could see that.
How could I say it's not good just because others have said so?" Isn't it 'Seeing is
believing?' What you hear may not be true?" I thought the matter over again and again
for two whole days. I thought about giving up practicing cultivation, but I couldn't do
that because Dafa is so good! I wanted to continue practicing cultivation, but was afraid
if my hard-earned business would be affected. I cried again and again thinking things
over. Finally I made up my mind to firmly persist in practicing cultivation no matter
what.
During that period of time, the voluntary assistants at the practice site often led us in
reciting three poems from Hong Yin [the collection of Teacher's poems]:
Assisting the Fa
Making a wish to save sentient beings,
Assisting Teacher in his journey in this world;
Aiding me to turn the Fa wheel,
The Fa succeeds and free in heaven and earth.
Mighty Virtue
Dafa never leaves the body,
Heart contains Zhen-Shan-Ren;
A great Arhat in the world,
Spirits and ghosts fear the most.
Non-Existence
To live with no pursuits,
To die with no regrets;
All excessive thoughts extinguished,
Cultivating Buddhahood is not difficult.
We all vaguely felt that a mighty storm was about to come.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 1

of Part Three

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part III. Detained Eleven Times
Coming Through the Ordeals of Repeated Detention and Torture
Chapter 1. The Early Stage of the Persecution
a) Massive Arrests on July 20th
On July 20, 1999, the Chinese government banned the practice of Falun Gong and
arrested the chief volunteer assistants of a number of Dafa Assistance Stations. I
remembered the words of "True Nature Revealed" by Master Li, "Steadfastly cultivate
Dafa, the will unflinching, The raising of cultivation levels is what's fundamental, In the
face of tests one's true nature is revealed, Achieve Consummation, becoming a Buddha,
Dao, or God (Essentials for Further Advancement II)." I was determined to steadfastly
cultivate Dafa with an unflinching will.
I felt I had deeply benefited from Falun Dafa. I thought [the reason why the Chinese
government decided to ban Falun Gong] must be some kind of temporary
misunderstandings on the part of the government. Therefore, I drove my whole family
and other fellow practitioners to lawfully appeal to the provincial government. We went
to urge the government to unconditionally release all illegally arrested Dafa disciples.
We also wanted to tell the government officials our personal experiences of receiving
tremendous benefits through practicing Falun Gong. When we arrived at the
thoroughfare outside the Sichuan Provincial Government Complex, we saw many
fellow practitioners. We stood in a line on the sidewalk outside the front gate. I saw
fully armed policemen lined up in square formation marching in quickly from every
direction. Many police vehicles hurriedly drove toward us with loud sirens on. All kinds
of police sirens were blasting in the air. The whole scene was terrifying. The air felt
almost frozen. It seemed that we were all holding our breath in. We stood there
solemnly waiting for the government officials to come out and give us a reasonable
explanation [about why Falun Gong was banned]. Many policemen had camcorders to
record the scene and take face shots of individual practitioners. Without any expressions
on their faces, the fully armed policemen walked up and down through the crowd of
practitioners. About 2 PM, a policeman called out orders with a big bullhorn, "All of
you, get on the bus!" The policemen pulled us into the buses without letting us say a
single word. They took us first to the Chengdu Olympic Stadium and then transferred us
to Liang Zhung Hotel. They searched us illegally and took away many Dafa books that

practitioners were carrying with them. Finally, they took us to the Xinhong Road Police
Station for illegal interrogations that lasted until late in the night before allowing us to
go home.
After I went home, I couldn't sleep all night. I could not understand what was
happening. Before the sudden crackdown, many newspapers and TV stations in China
reported how Falun Gong has the miraculous power to cure diseases and keep people
fit. Right at the end of May of 1999, hadn't the largest Chinese newspaper published an
article about not believing in rumors and not propagating rumors concerning Falun
Gong? The article said clearly, "It was an unfounded rumor that Party members and
military personnel are not allowed to practice Falun Gong." Didn't it say that the
government had never banned the practice of Falun Gong? How could it change
overnight? What happened to the government?
In the following days, in every corner of China, every newspaper, every radio station,
and every TV station began to viciously slander Dafa and Master Li. Big lies covered
all of China. Dark clouds pushed down on the earth and seemed to have the strength to
topple everything. My heart was crying. I couldn't understand why such a great practice
was being oppressed for no reason. Why do the long-suffering Chinese people have to
endure so much political persecution? Why have ordinary people like us been deprived
of the freedom and right to cultivate ourselves to be good people?
b) Buying a Condo for Group Fa-study and Exercises
What should we do after we lost the environment of outdoors group exercise as
established by Master Li? After considering the issue for a long time and consulting my
good friend who had introduced me to Falun Gong, I decided to purchase a condo with
a big living room for group Fa-study and exercises. I wanted us to have a quiet, peaceful
practice environment, where we could freely follow the principle of "TruthfulnessCompassion-Forbearance" like before. How wonderful that would be! I went to many
places and checked out countless number of condos. Finally on August 8th, 1999, I
purchased a condo in Renheyuan Subdivision with a 33 square meter living room.
I spent 200,000 yuan purchasing and renovating the condo. Even though buying the
condo had used up all my savings from many years of hard work, I felt very happy. I
thought to myself, "As long as we have the environment for group Fa-study and
exercise, we won't have to worry about anything." I thought I could always earn more
money in the future. Who would have guessed that, on October 1st, while my house was
still under renovation and we were planning to move to the new place the following
month, because I spoke up to defend Falun Gong, I was arrested by police from the
Dongtongxun Police Substation and detained in an unimaginable living hell, the
Jiurucun Detention Center in Chengdu City?
c) The Incident at the Business Daily Office
On October 1, 1999, during the festive occasion of the 50th anniversary of the founding
of the People's Republic of China, Chengdu City's Business Daily not only listed Falun
Gong as one of the top ten major criminal activities in the nation, it also called Falun
Gong an evil cult. The report completely distorted the truth and misled its readers. It
was clearly the work of a political thug. After reading the article, I drove to the Business

Daily with five other practitioners. We wanted to talk to the chief editor of the
newspaper. Because the chief editor wasn't in his office, other staff members at the
newspaper met with us. After we conveyed the intention of our visit, a reporter talked to
us and also took some pictures of us. We were very happy. We thought the newspaper
was going to publish a positive report on Falun Gong. We told the reporter how we had
all benefited both mentally and physically from practicing Falun Gong. In the
meantime, the newspaper contacted the Dongtongshun Police Station. We were arrested
and illegally questioned until five o'clock the next morning. Each of us was then sent to
the Jiurucun Detention Center and detained there for fifteen days. (The Business Daily
did receive its due retribution. It was later shut down after inadvertently offending an
important Party official).
That night, it rained the whole night. I was cold, hungry, and tired. I collapsed on a
wooden bed board as soon as I entered the dark holding cell of the detention center. I
wasn't given either a pillow or a blanket. I managed to sleep for less than an hour before
I was awakened by the boisterous morning calls of the prison guards. For a moment, I
forgot where I was. I got myself a bowl of rice soup. It was too hot to eat, so I put it
down to let it cool. A prisoner told me, "Come on, hurry up and eat it. In a few minutes,
they'll come and tell us it's time to wash the dishes. If we aren't finished, we'll get
scolded for that. The guards here are very vicious." Upon hearing this, I couldn't stop
my tears. I couldn't understand how I wounded up being imprisoned here just because I
said a few honest words about Falun Gong. I've always taught my son that one should
be a good person. I couldn't understand why we were put in prison for being good
people.
What kind of people does the government want to turn us into?
d) Policemen - "We Are Hired Guns"
When we were in the detention center, we weren't allowed to read any Falun Gong
books or to do any Falun Gong exercises. Instead, we were forced to read books by
Chairman Mao. We told the police, "According to Chairman Mao, real personal
experience is the only way to test whether something is good or not. Chairman Mao also
said that when people say it's good, we'll do what they say. We have all personally
benefited from Falun Gong. Faun Gong has proven to improve both one's mental and
physical health. Why is it that, after tens of thousand Falun Gong practitioners went to
Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong and to tell the truth about Falun Gong, not only
wouldn't our government listen to us, it also put us in prison? Why has the country'
Appeal Bureau turned into the Public Security Bureau? Why does the road to file an
appeal become the road to prison?"
The deputy head of the detention center with the surname of Xiong said, "There is
nothing we can do. We are hired guns. We've taken money from someone (meaning the
dictator Jiang Zemin) and we must do what he has told us to do."
We were imprisoned inside a dark room all day. We were deprived of the basic rights of
a detainee, and were not allowed to receive visitors or use the telephone. We were
totally isolated from the outside world. For lunch, we often were given only a small
amount of unwashed, overcooked potato with mud on top of it. Dinner was usually a
thin rice soup made from a mixture of leftover food from breakfast and lunch.
Sometimes it even contained leftovers that others had dumped into the garbage can.

That was taking place at a time that Jiang's gang claimed this was the time "when the
human rights situation in China is at its best." After half a month of mistreatment in the
detention center, I had lost a tremendous amount of weight. Upon witnessing my
condition, my family members were so sad they couldn't help crying.
e) Being Forced to Lose My Job
After I was released from the detention center, I felt that I shouldn't hold the stocks that
I had purchased as an investment anymore. I planed to sell all my stocks. At that time,
the total value of the stocks was around 300,000 Yuan. My friend's uncle advised me,
"Don't sell them now. The price is too low and it is hard to find a buyer right now. If
you need money to remodel your house, I'll lend you some money. Leave your stocks
with me and I'll find a buyer for you." So I gave him all the stocks I had.
Over the next several months, all the newspapers and TV stations continued to make
slanderous remarks about Falun Gong.
In November 1999, I went to the City's Road Construction Headquarter to do my
regular business. Ms. Li came to speak to me, "If they find out that there is even one
Falun Gong practitioner in our unit, we will be fined ten thousand yuan. Although you
aren't one of our employees, you have done business with us for a long time. We all
have families to take care of and they all depend on our incomes from work. You should
be considerate to our situation and do not practice Falun Gong anymore. If you insist on
practicing Falun Gong, we won't dare to do business with you anymore. Please try to
understand our situation. The evening news really has nothing worthwhile to watch
anymore; it talks nothing other than the two Li's, One is Li Denghui, the President of
Republic of China in Taiwan, and the other is your Teacher Li Hongzhi." Finally, she
said, "All you need to do is to say you won't practice Falun Gong anymore."
I replied, "Ms. Li, all of you are aware of the fact that both my body and mind have
benefited so much from practicing Falun Gong. You should know in your heart whether
the news media is speaking the truth or not. I cultivate Truthfulness-CompassionForbearance and will not tell a single lie. How could I go against my own conscience to
slander Dafa and Teacher Li just for the sake of earning money? Please understand why
I won't lie to you and say I won't practice Falun Gong anymore. (In Zhuan Falun our
Teacher said, "Daoists cultivate True, Good, Endure with an emphasis on being True.
That's why Daoists strive to, 'cultivate truth and nourish inborn nature, say true words,
do true things, be a truthful person, return to your original, true self, and ultimately
cultivate into a True Person.' But they also have Endure, and they also have Good, it's
just that the emphasis is on cultivating the True part. Buddhists emphasize the Good of
True, Good, Endure, in their cultivation. Cultivation of Good can develop a heart of
great compassion, and once this heart of great compassion comes out you can see that
all sentient beings are suffering, so you'll be filled with one wish, to save all sentient
beings. But they also have True, and they also have Endure, it's just that the emphasis is
on cultivating Good. Our Falun Dafa discipline, the Law Wheel Great Way, goes by the
highest standard of the universe, to be True, Good, and Endure, and we cultivate these
all together. So what we cultivate is huge. (Zhuan Falun, First Talk, One Standard
Alone Determines if Someone is Good or Bad: Whether He is Able to be True, Good,
and Endure)"

Under pressure and the directive from the government, I was forced to give up the
trucking business I had been doing for the past 9 years. My monthly income of over ten
thousand yuan suddenly disappeared. What was my family going to live on? Where
could I find the money to I send my kid to school? I knew Jiang's regime was trying to
use economic means to force Falun Gong practitioners to give up their faith. However, I
would never give up my cultivation and I was determined to walk the path of universal
truth forever.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 2

of Part Three

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part III. Detained Eleven Times
Coming Through the Ordeals of Repeated Detention and Torture
Chapter 2. A Difficult Journey to Appeal for Falun Gong
a) First Appeal
On December 3, 1999, a fellow practitioner who had just been released from Ankang
Mental Hospital in Chengdu City and I decided to go to Beijing to appeal for Falun
Gong. I took my 8-year-old son with me. I wanted to tell the government how I had
seen improvement in every area of my life after I began to practice Falun Dafa.
At that time, the government had placed plainclothes policemen everywhere to block
Falun Gong practitioners from going to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong. Instead of
going to Beijing directly, we decided to travel to Mianyang City in Sichuan Province by
bus. Then we got on a train to Zhengzhou City in Henan Province. From there, we took
an express train to Shijiazhuang City in Hebei Province. After that, we spent 800 yuan
on a taxi from Shijiazhuang City to Beijing. We finally arrived at Laiguangying, a
suburb of Beijing. We went to a temporary lodging place where practitioners from all
over the country who had come to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong were staying. We
arrived there on the morning of December 8, 1999. My original plan was to stay there
for two more days so I could share experiences with other practitioners there and then
go to make a formal appeal for Falun Gong. My son wanted to go home early so he
could be there in time for the new semester in his school to start. A male practitioner
with the surname of Nie was going to appeal for Falun Gong at Tiananmen Square that
afternoon. My son decided to go with Mr. Nie to make his appeal, and they left together

after lunch. The next morning, an unknown person came to interrogate us (besides me,
three other practitioners from Sichuan Province were staying there). That person asked
us if we practiced Falun Gong, and we answered yes. That person immediately placed a
phone call using his cell phone. A bunch of people came in and kidnapped us. We were
brought to the Laiguangying Police Station. Ten hours later, we were transferred to the
Liaison Office of Chengdu City, Sichuan Province to Beijing.
b) The Chengdu Liaison Office
The Chengdu Liaison Office has a small courtyard in the back. The courtyard has a row
of small rooms on three sides and a gate on the fourth side. Practitioners who were
brought there were strip-searched and then locked into the small rooms. I was forced to
strip down to my underwear. The liaison office has a hotel. The woman who stripsearched me was probably a member of the staff of the hotel since she was wearing the
hotel's uniform. Another female practitioner and I were locked in the same room. The
guards took away one of my Dafa books and several hundred yuan left on me. They
found a note I was carrying that contained the phone number of another practitioner,
and placed the note on a table. I grabbed the note and swallowed it immediately because
I did not want them to use it to persecute other practitioners. Feng Jiuwei, the evil head
of the Chengdu Liaison Office, immediately ordered a guard with the surname of Wang
to handcuff me. Wang dragged me outside and handcuffed me to a stone lion statue
outside the main entrance of the liaison office. The weather was extremely cold. I was
handcuffed there from 7 PM to a little after 11 PM. They then started to interrogate me.
I told them, "Being a good person is not wrong. As a Chinese citizen, I have the right to
file an appeal to the government. I haven't even had the chance to file my appeal yet,
and I am already locked up here." They tried to force me to tell them who organized my
trip to Beijing. I told them, "We have no organization of any sort. We are all doing this
on our own." They could get nothing else out of me, so they locked me in Room #6.
During the illegal interrogation, the policeman asked me whether Zhong Caiyi was my
son. It was only then that I learned my son was also being detained there. They locked
me and my son up separately for 5 days before sending us back to Chengdu.
Before we left, around 3 PM, Feng Jiuwei, the head of the liaison office, came to see me
again and said, "I'll give you 30 minutes to tell me the phone number on the note you
swallowed the other day. Otherwise I'll call Chengdu and send you to prison for at least
three years." He then got up and left. No matter what he said, my heart was not moved
at all. After a long while, my son asked me, "Mom, it's been such a long time. Why
hasn't the policeman come back?" Feng never did come back because he knew he didn't
scare me a bit and I would never tell him anything.
Meanwhile, my son told me what happened to him after he went to Tiananmen Square
to appeal for Falun Gong. This is what my son told me:
"When you accompanied me to the bus station that day so I could go to Tiananmen
Square with Mr. Nie, my heart felt heavy and I did not want to say anything on the way
there. As we got near the bus station, I slowed down my pace and hoped that time could
tick slower. I wanted to stay with you just a little longer. You said to me, 'Son, after you
get back home, remember to listen to your grandma. Study well at school and cultivate
firmly.' I could not fight back my tears and answered yes in a choking voice. At that
moment, no words could describe how sad I felt. I asked you, 'Mom, when will you be

back?' You answered, 'I don't know.' We both cried then. It was snowing and we kept
crying. I am only 8 years old, and yet I left you not knowing whether you were going to
live or die, or if we would ever see each other again. When I got on the bus, I couldn't
see clearly through my tears. As it was driven away, I stuck my head out of the window
and saw the bus moving further and further away from you."
"After we arrived at Tiananmen Square, Mr. Nie and I walked to the middle of the
square. I was a little nervous. There were not many people around. We stood there and
started to practice the second exercise (Embracing the Law Wheel). Only a minute went
by before I heard the sound of the police siren. I opened my eyes and saw the bystanders
around us were all watching the two of us doing the exercise. A police van came and
stopped in front of us. Several policemen jumped off the van and forced us into the van.
A number of Falun Gong practitioners were already in the van. One policeman asked
me, 'You are so little. What are you doing here?' I said, 'I am here to safeguard the Fa!'
He said, 'Safeguard the Fa? You didn't mean to safeguard you hair (in Chinese, "Fa" and
"hair" have the same pronunciation)?' Other policemen started to sneer at me. Then the
policeman who questioned me slapped me hard on the face, and I began to cry. A young
female practitioner took me into her arms and tried to comfort me, 'Don't cry. Don't cry.
A little Dafa practitioner will not cry. Master Li likes young practitioners the most.'
Soon after that, the police took us to a big room. The room was completely fenced in by
tall iron posts. Inside the room, a long bed made of concrete ran alongside an entire
wall. On the bed sat many Falun Gong practitioners. After we stayed in the room for
about half an hour, the police took Mr. Nie and me to the Chengdu Liaison Office to
Beijing. We were locked in a room. There were more than a dozen chairs and several
tables inside the room. I placed several chairs next to one other and made a bed for
myself. After I lay down, Mr. Nie took his coat off and put the coat over me. I was later
awakened by a loud noise. A policeman was yelling at Mr. Nie and slapping him
because he was angry at Mr. Nie for giving me his coat. After the policeman left, I
asked Mr. Nie if the slap was painful. He said, 'Because I gave you my coat, I've been
freezing. My face felt so cold that I could not feel any pain from the slap.' It was several
degrees Celsius below zero at that time. A kind-hearted person tried to keep a child
warm with his own clothes but was slapped by a policeman for doing that. What kind of
a world is this? The lights in the room were on all the time. We could see through the
curtains to see what time of the day it was, and I did not know how many days we were
locked up there. One day, Mr. Nie said to me, 'Your mother is here.' I hastily asked,
'Where?' He said, 'Just outside.' I immediately tried to look outside through a crack in
the curtains but couldn't see anything. My heart sunk again. Mr. Nie said, 'I saw her
being locked up in another room.' About two days later, I saw you and ran to your side."
I was saddened to hear my young son being mistreated by the police. But then when I
looked at his young face, joy and pride flowed from deep within me. I told him, "Son,
you did very well!"
Several policemen were on their way back to Chengdu, and they took three other
practitioners, my son, and me with them. They forced us to pay them 50 yuan each,
claiming it was the transportation fee from the liaison office to the Beijing train station.
After we were taken to the Beijing train station, they forced us to pay for the train
tickets, including the cost of two beds on the train.
c) The Stewards Know the Truth

The policemen reserved a private cabin on the train so they could sleep more
comfortably. The cabin had six beds with an upper, middle and lower level bed in each
one. The three other practitioners, my son, and I were forced to share 2 beds. When the
policemen slept at night, one of them remained awake to guard us. All of us were
handcuffed to the beds.
One morning, upon hearing that we were Falun Gong practitioners, several stewards
pulled up the curtain on the cabin window to take a look inside. A policeman told them,
"Be careful. These Falun Gong people have supernormal abilities. You might get hurt."
One steward said, "Actually, a lady who used to work in our department practices Falun
Gong. She treats people very well and we all like her a lot. Who knows what happened?
Once the government turned against Falun Gong, she was laid off for no reason."
d) Qingyang District Drug Rehabilitation Center
Two days later, at around 7 AM, the train arrived in Chengdu City. We were met by a
police van at the train station and taken to the Qingyang District Drug Rehabilitation
Center. With a deafening noise, a loud megaphone blasted groundless slanders against
Falun Gong and Master Li. The security guards inside the center guarded us closely. We
were not allowed to speak. The police took my son away around noon. After dinner,
they locked in a big room and tried to brainwash us. I refused to listen to their lies and
stood up to do the Falun Gong exercise. The security guard noticed me, and began to
kick me. I was kicked outside. The guards forced other practitioners and me to take off
our coats and stand outside in the freezing cold wind. At the beginning, the guards
rolled up the plastic door panel so they could see us from inside the room. Even though
they were eating a hot pot meal, they got too cold as time went on and cold air drifted in
from the outside. So they gave up and let us back inside. We were forced to squat on the
ground for a long period of time. My feet and legs became numb. When I was about to
lose balance, I grabbed the iron frame nearby to brace myself. I requested to use the
restroom. Only then I got a chance to rest a little. When I returned, I had to continue to
squat.
e) Jiurucun Detention Center
After going through two days of forced brainwashing, I was sent to the Jiurucun
Detention Center and illegally detained there for 15 days. The female section of the
detention center was running out of room because it was holding too many female Falun
Gong practitioners and had to clear out room in the male section to hold female
practitioners. Nonstop broadcasting of lies to defame Dafa and Master was sent through
loudspeakers every day. In such a filthy environment, I thought of Teacher's Fa from
"Further Comments on Superstition,"
"The understanding of the Truth of the cosmos by students of Dafa cultivation is an
elevation that results from rational understanding and experience. It's futile for human
beings to refute regardless of what their stance is the Fa-principles of the cosmos,
which transcend all theories in the human society. At a time when the morality of
human society is on the verge of total collapse, in particular, it is the great cosmos that
has once again shown mercy to human beings and given them this final chance. This is
mankind's hope, which it should treasure and cherish immensely. Out of selfish wants,
however, humans are undermining this last hope the cosmos has given mankind,

infuriating Heaven and Earth. Ignorant people even call the many disasters "natural
phenomena." The cosmos does not exist for mankind. Humans are merely a
manifestation of the existence of the lowest-level beings. If humankind no longer meets
the standard of existence at this level of the universe, then it can only be weeded out by
the cosmos's history.
Mankind! Awaken! The ancient vows of Gods are being fulfilled. The Dafa is judging
all beings. What path a person takes in life is his own choosing. One thought a person
has might determine his future.
Treasure and cherish it: the cosmos's Fa-principles are right in front of you. (Essentials
for Further Advancement II) ."
In order to make us give up the truth and accept the lies, the staff at the detention center
forced us to read fabricated articles written by former Falun Gong practitioners who had
been brainwashed and watch TV interviews of those former practitioners. Every day we
were kept in dark cells with no daylight for a very long time. We were not allowed to
study the Fa or do the exercises. We were often beaten with electric batons or tied up
with ropes and left outside in the rain. Knowing that they had the former Chinese
dictator, Jiang Zemin, behind them, the guards were extremely cruel toward
practitioners. A practitioner with the surname of Wang tried to practice the Falun Gong
exercises inside the detention center. The guards repeatedly beat her with electric
batons. Then they tied her up with ropes and threw her outside in the rain without letting
her eat first. She soon lost consciousness. Despite their cruelty, the vicious guard
couldn't shake the faith of Falun Gong practitioners who understand the truth of the
universe.
Half of a month passed and the New Year's Day of 2000 arrived. I was picked up by a
policeman with the surname of Tang from the Longtansi Police Substation in Chengdu
City. I thought he was going to let me go home since it was the holiday. Instead he took
me to the police station. Tang asked me whether I was still going to practice Falun
Gong. I replied, "Yes." Just because I said yes, after lunch he charged me with a
criminal offense and sentenced me to 30 days at the Chengdu City #2 Detention Center
located in Lianhua Village. When I arrived at my cell in the detention center, over 20
Falun Gong practitioners were already locked up there. We were not allowed to study
the Fa or do the Falun Gong exercises. Each night we had to take turns staying up and
doing sentinel duty. We had to sit on the bed and study the prison regulations daily. If
we tried to practice Falun Gong exercises, the guards would place heavy shackles
around our ankles and handcuff our hands either in the front or in the back. Both the
hands and feet of Xing Chen, a college student in her twenties, became swollen and
turned purple and black after the guards shackled her ankles and hands for long periods
of time. She couldn't even eat or sleep. When her period came, other practitioners had to
help her change her sanitary pads. When practitioners held a hunger strike to protest
being mistreated, the guards would force-feed the practitioners through their noses. The
whole process was hellish. We were allowed to purchase necessary items only once a
week through the foreman of the jail cell. The items were priced two or three times
higher than the actual market prices.
After being locked up in the detention center for 30 days, I thought I was going to be
released and allowed to go home in time for the Chinese New Year. Once again, the

same thing happened - the policeman from the Longtansi Police Station with the
surname of Tang picked me up at the detention center. He once again asked me if I was
going to continue to practice Falun Gong. When I answered yes, he sent me to the
Wannianchang Police Substation. He claimed that even though my official residence
registration said I was a resident of Longtansi, I actually fell under the jurisdiction of
the Wannianchang Police Subtation because I owned a house in that district. After I
arrived at Wannianchang police station, when the police there asked me if I was going
to continue to practice Falun Gong, I again replied, "Yes." So they sent me back to the
Jiurucun Detention Center. Like a soccer ball being kicked around, I was sent back and
forth between various police stations and detention centers for 96 days. During that
time, I was not allowed to go home or even take a shower. From December 7, 1999, the
day when I arrived at Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong and was arrested even before I
had a chance to lodge my appeal, to March 2, 2000, I was officially detained six times
without any breaks.
f) Policeman Wei Daping Extorted 3,000 Yuan from My Younger Brother
I finished serving yet another term at the detention center on March 2, 2000. I thought
to myself, "I shouldn't allow myself to be detained here endlessly. No matter what, I
need to go to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong and let the central government know
how the vicious policemen are abusing power and trampling on the basic human rights
of innocent Falun Gong practitioners." When policeman Wei Daping came to pick me
up again around 3 PM, I took my quilt with me. Wei told me that I should just leave the
quilt behind since I would immediately be sent back in the detention center anyway. I
told him that I didn't want to go back to the detention center that day. He was happy to
hear that and asked, "So you've finally figured things out? You're not going to practice
Falun Gong any more?" I replied, "I've been kept here for more than three months. I've
been locked up in the same cell with criminals who steal, cheat, pick pockets or
prostitute themselves, and their rude and dirty languages made my head hurt. I need to
go home and think things over where there is some peace and quiet. After that, we'll
see." He thought that I had finally changed my tone so he let me take my quilt with me
back to the police station. Then he called my younger brother and told him to bring
3,000 yuan as a security deposit to take me home. My brother came quickly and he only
had 2,000 yuan with him. Wei Daping said, "I told you to bring 3,000 Yuan! It can't be
even a penny short! This money is a deposit to insure that your sister won't go to Beijing
anymore. If she goes again, we will use this money for the expense of bringing her
back." My brother had no choice but to go home and borrow 1,000 yuan. I was finally
allowed to go home with my brother around 9 PM that night. Before we left, Wei told
me that I had to report to the station every day at 9 AM. In order to be able to go back to
Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong, I signed a note promising I would report to the police
center every morning. Later on, I realized that I shouldn't have done that. I wrote
another note nullifying my previous note and handed it to Wei Daping in person.
On the way home from the police station, my brother said, "Sister, I've tried everything
but couldn't get you released from the detention center. Now you're finally out. Let me
hold a celebratory dinner party for you. I'll take our entire family out to have a hot pot
banquet." It was already around midnight by the time we finished dinner and returned
home. My brother slept on my sofa and wouldn't leave. He was afraid that I would go
back to Beijing. He was afraid I would be detained by the police again and might not be
able to get out. I told him, "Go home, brother! Your wife is waiting for you at home.

She will worry if you don't go home tonight." With a great deal of uneasiness, he finally
left around 2 AM

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 3

of Part Three

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part III. Detained Eleven Times
Coming Through the Ordeals of Repeated Detention and Torture
Chapter 3: Going Back to Beijing to Appeal for Falun Gong Again
Getting around layers of police blockade
At 7 AM next morning (March 3rd), I went to a friend's house to get some money and
prepare to go back to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong again. When I returned home,
my Mom told me: "Some people from the police station and the Chengdu City Liaison's
Office came looking for you around 9 AM. They rang the doorbell and called out your
name, but I didn't open the door." I ate a quick lunch and immediately set out for
Beijing.
The local officials had set up many layers of police blockade trying to prevent Falun
Gong practitioners from reaching Beijing. In order to get around the police blockade, I
took the long way to get to Beijing. I first took a bus to Chongqing City. Once I arrived
at Chongqing, I took a boat to Wuhan City. From there, I took a train to Beijing. When
the bus arrived in Chongqing, I heard on the radio that the Chinese National People's
Congress and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference would start their
annual meetings in Beijing at 3:30 PM that same afternoon. My heart began to beat
faster as I wanted to reach Beijing as quickly as possible so I could make my appeal for
Falun Gong. But unfortunately only after I boarded my boat to Wuhan City did I realize
that I had gotten on a sightseeing cruiser, which traveled very slowly and made frequent
stops. It took a long four days and nights before it finally arrived in Wuhan on the
morning of the 7th.
Once I arrived in Wuhan, I rushed to the local train station. I purchased a ticket for the
next train going to Beijing, which happened to be an air-conditioned express sleeper
train that was scheduled to leave at 1 PM. When it was time to board the train, the
passengers were divided into two lines for check-in. I stood in the middle of the line on

the right. Suddenly two plainclothes policemen showed up. They asked each passenger
one by one, "Are you a Falun Gong practitioner?" I became very concerned and I said
silently in my heart, "I must not be stopped here no matter what. Master Li, please help
me! I have to get to the Appeals Office in Beijing." The policemen went through the
passengers very quickly. Everyone was shaking their heads saying that they weren't
Falun Gong practitioners. The policemen came closer and closer to me. I became very
worried and didn't know what to do. At that critical moment, the train conductor began
to check the passengers in. I tried my very best to push forward so I could hand my
ticket to the train conductor and get on the train.
Breaking through more layers of blockade
I arrived at Beijing's West Train Station at 5 AM on March 8th, 2000. The Chinese
National People's Congress and the People's Political Consultative Conference were
holding their annual meetings in Beijing. It was supposed to be the time when the
Chinese people could speak their minds to the Chinese government. The Chinese
Constitution states clearly that Chinese Citizens have the freedom of belief and freedom
to file appeals with the government. Yet the regime of the Chinese dictator Jiang Zemin
had violated the law and employed every method possible to prevent Falun Gong
practitioners from speaking up and filing their legal appeals for Falun Gong.
When I arrived in Beijing, the weather was very cold. At first, I wanted to wait inside
the waiting hall of the train station until 7 AM when the weather warmed up a bit. But
then it occurred to me that there were too many plainclothes policemen at the train
station and it was not safe for me to stay there. I felt that I would regret it for the rest of
my life if I weren't able to make an appeal for Falun Gong. So I decided to leave the
train station. I spent the next couple of hours wandering around on the street in the cold
wind and waiting for the Appeals Office to open its door.
I wanted to present a good image of a Falun Gong practitioner to people. So after I had
breakfast, I put on some makeup and jewelry. Then I took a bus toward the general
direction of Tiananmen Square. On the way there, I asked people on the bus how I
could get to Tiananmen Square once I got off the bus. Everyone told met that
Tiananmen Square was closed to visitors because the Chinese National People's
Congress and the People's Political Consultative Conference were holding their
meetings in a building on the square. So I got off the bus. I hailed a three-wheeled
pedicab, and asked to be taken to the Appeals Office. On our way there, the elderly
peddler asked me with a concern in his voice: "Miss, are you going to the Appeals
Office in connection with a lawsuit? During this period if time when the two major
meetings are taking place, it will not be easy to get inside the Appeals Office. But if you
can manage to get in, I am sure you will get a favorable ruling."
The elderly peddler followed the slow traffic lane and we arrived at the entrance to the
Appeal's Office. He clearly knew what he was doing. Instead of stopping right in front
of the office, he passed the office, turned around, and went against the traffic on the
opposite side of the road. He stopped at about two hundred meters from the Appeals
Office and said to me: "Miss, have you prepared your written complaint? Look at that
spot over there where there are a lot of people! Follow the narrow lane next to the
crowd and it will lead you to the Appeals Office. Take care of yourself!"

As I went toward the narrow lane, I saw that numerous police vehicles from various
regions of the nation were parked nearby. I walked toward the narrow lane without any
hesitation. At the entrance of the narrow lane were many plainclothes police officers
and Dafa practitioners who had been stopped from going inside the Appeals Office. I
held my breath, and dared not do anything that might cause suspicion. With difficulty, I
squeezed my way past the huge crowd, and entered the long lane leading to the Appeals
Office. To my surprise, there were even plainclothes police officers patrolling in groups
of three and five along the lane. I looked straight ahead even though I was a little
nervous. I said silently in my heart, "Master Li, please help me get into the Appeals
Office."
Appeals Office Turned Into the Public Security Department
I finally managed to make it through the numerous blockades and entered the Appeals
Office. But there was a notice on the door stipulating that to obtain the necessary form
to file an appeal one must provide a valid ID card. People at the Chengdu City's Liaison
Office to Beijing had confiscated my ID when I was arrested in Beijing the first time.
Without my identification card, how could I obtain the form? I had a sudden inspiration.
There were two middle-aged persons seated beside me and I asked them: "Sirs, could
you please get a form for me?" One of them said: "We have come from afar to appeal
for ourselves for the fifth time, and we are not in the mood to do anything for you." I
replied: "I will pay you for that." When he heard that, the other person said, "Let me
try!" He came back with a form. I secretly took out all the money I had left in my
pocket (about 80 Yuan) and gave to him in exchange for the form. Having obtained the
form, I began to carefully fill out the form. In the form, I said that I came to appeal for
the unjust treatment of Falun Dafa, and that I had benefited both in body and spirit from
the practice. I also brought up my previous unlawful detention in Beijing. I asked the
government to clear the name of Dafa, clear the name of Master Li, permit the sales of
Dafa books, provide us with a lawful environment to practice, and unconditionally
release all the detained Dafa practitioners.
There were still many plainclothes police officers walking back and forth in the Appeals
Office so I folded over the part that I had filled out. When my form was half filled, the
plainclothes police officers discovered that a young man who was filing an appeal
inside the office was a Falun Gong practitioner and arrested him. Then they found a
young lady who was filing an appeal was also a Falun Gong practitioner and arrested
her too. The atmosphere around the office became very tense.
I ignored what was happening around me and continued to fill out the form. The
plainclothes officers came up to me and asked me: "Where are you from?" I replied: "In
any case, not from where you are from!" I continued writing. At that moment, a fiendish
looking police officer came towards me. It appeared that he worked for the Appeals
Office. He caught hold of my collar and dragged me off the chair. He used so much
force that I almost tumbled to the floor. He pushed me to an area outside and I saw that
there were more than ten Dafa practitioners there already. They were forced to sit on the
ground in a line with their legs apart. One police officer asked the lady who had just
been arrested where she was from. She said: "From the XX police station in Beijing."
The police officer said, "Why did you not tell me that earlier? The officer supervising
that section of the district was my classmate. It does not matter now. The form you
filled out had been entered into the database! My classmate will be in as much trouble

as you are in." It turns out that if a Falun Gong practitioner was arrested for filing an
appeal for Falun Gong during the time that the two major political meetings were taking
place in Beijing, the police officers in his or her area would be punished by the Jiang
regime as well.
We asked the policemen to let us complete the forms that we were filling out. Finally,
one policeman agreed to let us do that. I completed my form and handed it in. After
that, each practitioner was brought back to the liaison office of his respective province
in Beijing.
Jiang's regime punishing the policemen in my district
I was sent to Chengdu City's Liaison Office to Beijing. Once I arrived there, the director
of the office with the surname of Shi once again asked a woman to strip off my clothes
and search me. They then contacted Wei Daping, a policeman from Wannianchang
Police Station in Chengdu as well as the director of the Liaison Office with the surname
of Huang, and a staff member with the surname of Huang as well. The three of them
soon arrived. It turns out that they had been looking for me in Beijing for over a week.
They knew that they would be punished by the government if I was arrested in Beijing
for making an appeal for Falun Gong and were trying to stop me first. As soon as they
saw me, the younger Huang said angrily, "I really want to pound you into a pile of meat
paste!" He then said, "You make me so angry! Your younger brother paid 3000 yuan
guaranteeing that you wouldn't go to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong any more. But
we found that you had left the second day after he brought you back home. We
immediately purchased three plane tickets to Beijing. We first tried to intercept you at
the West Train Station in Beijing. We met every single train from Chengdu to Beijing
even if it arrived at midnight. Each time we stood at the station exit and looked at each
passenger carefully. We have put so much strain on our eyes that they have become
swollen. But we didn't see you. After three days of that, we finally decided to give up
the idea of intercepting you at the train station. So we called the director of Beijing
Liaison office, Mr. Feng, and asked him to inform us if he heard anything about you.
Director Huang and I then searched for you at Tiananmen Square from early morning to
late night everyday. The weather is so cold, and the wind is so strong. Both of us have
big blisters on our feet! As for Wei Daping, he stood in front of the entrance to the
Appeals Office everyday waiting for you. After several more days, Director Huang and
I were ready to give up. We wanted to go home and wait for our punishment. But Wei
Daping still didn't want to give up. He wanted to continue the search. We didn't even
take the time to eat because we were afraid we would miss you. We are so exhausted.
Director Huang has suffered a relapse of a disease that he used to suffer from. I've
caught cold. Even Wei Daping, a young man in excellent health, has lost a great deal of
weight. Once you go back, I am sure his wife will be looking for you and retaliate
against you!" I told them, "Every Chinese citizen has the right to file an appeal. Why
would you try to stop me from doing that?"
Wei Daping then asked me, "Zhong Fangqiong, how did you get into the Appeals
Office?" I told him, "I walked down the narrow lane and got to the office." He said: "I
don't believe you. I stood at the entrance of the lane today. I didn't even dare to blink my
eyes. It's impossible that you would be able to walk by me! I am sure that either a car
took you directly inside or you got in through the back door." I said, "Does the Appeals

Office open have a back door? I don't know about any black door. I wasn't taken
directly inside by a car either."

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 4

of Part Three

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part III. Detained Eleven Times
Coming Through the Ordeals of Repeated Detention and Torture
Chapter 4: The Chinese Regime Uses Huge Lies to Deceive the People

Sichuan Television Broadcasts Lies in its News Programs

I was locked up inside a small room in Chengdu City's Liaison Office to Beijing for a
week and transported back to Chengdu under guard by riot police. Once I arrived in
Chengdu, I was sent to the Qingyang District Drug Rehabilitation Center in Chengdu
City and forced to attend brainwashing classes for two days. All Falun Gong
practitioners in Chengdu City who had been arrested for making appeals for Falun Gong
were forced to take the two-day brainwashing class.
After that, I was sent to a local detention center. The original term of my sentence was
supposed to be 15 days. As soon as I arrived at the detention center, like all other
prisoners, I was forced to remove my clothes and was strip-searched. When it came to
Falun Gong practitioners, the guards concentrated their efforts on confiscating our
money as well as books and articles written by the founder of Falun Gong, Mr. Li
Hongzhi. Each practitioner was forced to pay 15 yuan per day as living expenses. After
paying the money, each of us had to fish out a worn-out, dirty food bowl from a big
water-filled container that was left outside. Then each of us was given a pair of crudelymade chopsticks and two pieces of tissue paper. That was all the supplies we got for 15
days.
After lunch, I started to practice the Falun Gong exercises. Before I even finished one
set of the exercises, an inmate told me, "You have an aneurism of the cranial artery in
one of your legs."

"How do you know that?" I was very surprised.

She answered, "As soon as you came in, I thought you looked familiar. Your voice
sounded very familiar too. I just couldn't remember where I had seen you before. Once
you started practicing the Falun Gong exercises, I remembered that I had seen you on
TV before. Last winter, I went back to my hometown to help my family harvest wheat.
After dinner, my family sat down to watch TV. The local evening news program had a
piece of news on you. You were inside a room with several other people. You said you
were a Falun Gong practitioner. You gave your name and where you were originally
from. You then rolled your pants up to show something on your leg. After that, we
couldn't hear what you said. Your voice was cut off and we only saw the video camera
rolling. The TV reporter explained that after you began to practice Falun Gong, you
developed an aneurism of the cranial artery. The reporter also said that Falun Gong
forbade you from seeking medical treatment and you became paralyzed because of it.
How come you are here and not paralyzed?"
I told her, "I have never been paralyzed. I was detained in various detention centers for
several months since last winter. After I was released, I went to Beijing to appeal for
Falun Gong. That's why I was arrested again. The TV footage you saw was taken on
October 1, 1999 in the office of Business Morning newspaper. That day, Business
Morning published an article that slandered Falun Gong and called it a cult. Several
local practitioners and I went to the office of the newspaper to tell the reporters there
how all of us had benefited mentally and physically from practicing Falun Gong. A
reporter took some notes, and there was also a video camera. I told them how I had
suffered from an aneurism of the cranial artery in my right leg since childhood and how
the condition got worse and worse through the years despite my repeated visits to
various hospitals. A surgeon misdiagnosed my condition and removed a blood vessel
from my leg by mistake. It caused damages in my cerebellar nerve and I developed a
serious cerebrovascular disease. When the disease flared up, I couldn't walk steadily and
even temporarily lost my eyesight. Two months after I first began to practice Falun
Gong, the aneurism of the cranial artery in my right leg and the cerebrovascular disease
that I was suffering from completely disappeared. I used to have dark brown patches on
my face. I spent tens of thousands of yuan in cosmetic treatments trying to remove the
brown patches but nothing worked. The patches completely disappeared one week after
I first started to practice Falun Gong."
The inmate was shocked and asked me, "So you are saying that Falun Gong is actually
good? How come when the program was shown on TV, the anchor said that Falun Gong
was bad? It is shocking that the media could lie like that. It's hard to know how many
people were deceived by the news about you. If I hadn't seen you with my eyes, I would
still believe what the news said was true. The news about you was shown on TV more
than once. I watched it one night. The next night, I was washing my feet, and my son
told me to hurry up and watch the news as the Falun Gong lady was back on TV again."
I asked her, "Which channel was the piece about me aired on?" She answered, "In our
countryside, we could only get a signal to watch one TV channel. That is the Sichuan
TV Station." I asked her, "If someone performs an investigation on this in the future,
will you dare to stand by your story?" She said, "I certainly will. My name is Jiang
Xianbi, and I live in Fangsheng Town, Lezhi County, Sichuan Province. I own a bike
store in town. I am detained here because I bought a stolen bike."

There were over 20 people in my cell, and all of them were shocked by what they had
heard. They were dismayed that the media dared to openly tell lies and intentionally
deceive the audience in order to slander Falun Gong. After they learned the truth about
Falun Gong, more than half of the people in my cell started to learn the Falun Gong
exercises with me right away. Some other people in my cell told me that after they were
released from the detention center and allowed to go home, they would start to learn
Falun Gong too. They also said that they would tell their family members and friends
that the things shown on TV about Falun Gong were fake.
The guards soon learned that many people in my cell had started to practice Falun
Gong. The guards took out the inmates individually and threatened them one by one, "If
you continue to practice Falun Gong, your jail term will be extended, and you shouldn't
even think of leaving this place." Despite that threat, a few inmates still persisted in
practicing Falun Gong. They were forced to stand for a long time as punishment.
A Senior Communist Cadet Imprisoned in the Detention Center
Several days after I was sent to the detention center, the police sent a 70 year-old lady
named Liu Can to the detention center. She was the principal of No. 69 Junior High
School. She and her husband had been Communist Party members for several decades
and both fought in the Chinese Army during the Korean War. Both of their children
now live outside of China. Like me, Liu Can had been imprisoned in various detention
centers and the local police station for the long time because she went to Beijing to
appeal for Falun Gong. During her most recent detention at the local police station, Liu
Can learned that her husband had fallen on the sidewalk when he went out to buy food
and had seriously hurt his leg. He could not take care of himself and had nothing to eat
except cold steamed buns every day. She wanted to go home to take care of him and
refused to go back to the detention center. Three policemen from the Jianshelu Police
Station stepped on her back and tied her hands behind her back. She was tossed into the
back seat of a police vehicle and forced to go to the detention center.
At noon we went to the small store inside the detention center to buy some personal
items. Several Falun Gong practitioners, including me, chatted with Liu Can. Because
of that, the guards forced us to stand under the hot scorching sun. It was very hot that
day. We were forced to stand on a cement road, and could feel the temperature of the
ground beneath us rising. I had just bought a bar of soap from the store, and it began to
melt. Despite her old age, Liu Can was also forced to stand with us under the sun.
Repeated Detentions over a Long Period of Time
In the detention center, many Falun Gong practitioners had been repeatedly arrested and
forced to stay in the detention center for long periods of time. Many of them were
elderly people.
One day after dinner, the head of the detention center asked all the Falun Gong
practitioners to gather in a room. He told us, "I don't want you to come back here again.
This is not the place for you. In the summer, the temperature inside will be at least 50
degrees Celsius. The ventilation here is very poor and the fans don't work at all. With so
many of you being elderly, how can you bear it?" We answered, "Chief, we don't want
to come here either. You know we aren't allowed to go home. After we finish serving
one term of detention, the police simply make us start another term of detention
immediately."

The detention center soon implemented a policy once an inmate was released from the
detention center, he or she couldn't be sent back to the detention center on the same day.
The police quickly figured out their way around the policy. When a Falun Gong
practitioner finished serving one term of detention, the police simply took her out of the
detention center, locked her up in the local police station for a night, and then sent her
back to the detention center the next morning. The detention room in the local police
station was very small and narrow. It was a dark room without windows. The room had
nothing but a chamber pot filled with feces and urine. Weeks went by before the pot
was emptied. It was around April and May. The room had a terrible smell, and there
were many bedbugs and mosquitoes. I was covered with insect bites and couldn't go to
sleep at night. One night I was extremely tired and finally managed to fall asleep. When
I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw a toad squatting beside me and staring at me. I
tried to drive it out but I couldn't.
One term at the detention center was supposed to be two weeks. When I finished
serving one term of detention, the police would bring me back to the local police station
before sending me back to the detention center the next day. Since the day I spent at the
local police station fell on a Sunday, my son would come to see me at the police station
every two weeks. But the cruel-hearted policeman Wei Daping deliberately changed the
term of my detention from 2 weeks to 10 days. This way, my son would be in school on
the day I was in the local police station and could no longer come to see me.
After serving five back-to-back terms at the detention center, I asked my younger
brother to sell my car cheaply since nobody was using it. In order to force Falun Gong
practitioners to give up their beliefs, the guards at the detention center often cut off the
water supply on purpose during the hot summer. More than 20 people were held in a
room that was slightly more than 10 square meters in area. Without any water supply,
we couldn't wash away feces and urine. The smell in the room was horrible. When we
asked the head of our cell block to give us water so we could clean up the mess, he
cursed loudly: "If you want to be comfortable, go to the 4-star Jingjiang Hotel. This is
the way it is here. Who asked you to come here?" Of course, when someone higher-up
came to inspect the facility, the water was always turned back on.
Group Hunger Strike and Brutal Force Feeding
In order to protest our illegal arrests and continued illegal detention, we started a group
hunger strike in the second half of May. The head of the detention center became scared
and came to persuade us to give up the strike. We told him, "No! We believe in
'Truthfulness Compassion Forbearance,' and there is nothing wrong with that. We just
want to go home." He said, "You were sent here by various police stations. Our job is to
watch you and hand you back to them when they come to get you. We have no authority
to release you." We told him, "In that case, we are left with no choice but to validate the
Fa with our lives. Everyone knows that life is precious. But for our freedom, our belief,
we have no other choice except to hold the hunger strike."
The detention center notified the Chengdu police department about our hunger strike. A
division head named Feng Jiuwei and several other policemen brought a gang of doctors
and nurses from the Ankang Mental Hospital and tried to force-feed practitioners with
brutal violence. Each female practitioner was taken outside of the cell by several strong
men and then held down by 7 or 8 men on a "bed" made of two long benches pushed

together side by side. A person would hold the practitioner's head down. Others would
hold the practitioner's legs and arms down. Another person would pinch the
practitioner's nose shut or press down on her neck while someone else opened the
practitioner's mouth by force. The practitioner would try to struggle. But after she was
worn out, the nurse would push a tube down her throat.
The force-feeding session was very painful. I often threw up a large amount of blood or
vomit after each session. I couldn't stop tears from flowing down my face because of the
pain. At such moments, I often recited Master's poem "Knowing Heart" to encourage
myself.
There was a female Falun Gong practitioner named Yan Dihui who was detained along
with me. She was in her 50s and worked in the Sichuan Province Textile Factory. I saw
her throw up large amounts of pus, blood and spit when the police tried to force-feed
her. She was in a tremendous amount of pain. Tears were streaming down her face and
she was gagging violently. But still she didn't allow the police to force-feed her.
After we began our group hunger strike, we wrote a petition asking to be released
unconditionally. We were finally allowed to go home on May 24th.
After I returned home, many friends came to visit me. Some said that they were worried
about me after they saw me on the TV. They tried to look for me everywhere. They
thought I was hospitalized and tried to find which hospital I was in. When they saw me,
they were happy that I was finally allowed to go home but were also angry about the
fabricated news about me.
My Mother's Experience
After all the visitors left, my mother told me what had happened to her after we last saw
each other.
"The day after you and your son went to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong on December
3, 1999, I started to regret that I didn't go with you. I went to Beijing by myself on
December 6th to appeal for Falun Gong. I wanted to tell the government about my
personal experience after I began to practice Falun Gong. But even before I got to the
Appeals Office, I was arrested and detained at the Chengdu City's Liaison Office to
Beijing. I was locked inside a room with a table and a few chairs. There was no bed. It
was very cold so I put my two legs on a chair to keep them warm. A security guard with
the surname of Wang saw me and thought that I was practicing Falun Gong exercises.
He grabbed me and pushed me outside. He told me to stand outside in the freezing cold
as punishment. A fellow practitioner named Wan Suhua told him, "She is too old and it
is very cold outside. Please let me stand outside in her place." After a while, he pushed
me inside. Two days later, I was brought back to Chengdu and sent to a drug
rehabilitation Center. The center used deafening loudspeakers to broadcast slanders
against Falun Gong. Every morning after we got up, the guards ordered us to run laps
outside. Because I am too old, I couldn't keep up with the others. So I was often ordered
to stand outside for long periods of time as punishment. I was also often not given any
food to eat. The police then sent me to the Jiuru Detention Center. I was still not given
any food once I arrived there. I will never be able to forget the first night at the
detention center when I couldn't sleep at all because I was too cold and hungry.

When I was at the detention center, the guards often came by in the middle of the night
asking me if I would continue to practice Falun Gong. I always replied yes. As
punishment, I was brought outside to stand for long periods of time while freezing. I
finally made it through half a month of detention. Wei Daping, the policeman from the
Wannianchang Police Station, took me from the detention center. He lied to me and
said, "Your daughter has been sentenced to 3 years at a labor camp for practicing Falun
Gong. You will never see her again. You can no longer live in her house." After lunch,
he forced me to go to my son's house. Once I got there, the police from the Gaodianzi
Police Station who oversaw the area where my son lived forced me to go back to my
village in Jianyang. Once I returned home, my husband was ordered to watch me. Even
at home, the police from the local police station still came to find out where I was living
and planned to continue to harass me.
After the Chinese New Year of 2000, I secretly went to your home hoping your son
would start school soon. Your house was so dirty that I spent three days just cleaning up
the place. I didn't dare to go outside because I was afraid the police would find out that I
had returned and force me to go home. If I went home, who would be there to take care
of your son? I couldn't go out to shop for food. When your brother brought your son
back home, he brought some vegetables. After we finished the vegetables, we began to
eat pickled vegetables. When we finished all the picked vegetables, the only thing we
had to eat was to make some rice congee and add a little salt to it. After eating like this
for a long period of time, I am now used to it. I told myself, 'No matter how the Chinese
dictator Jiang Zemin and his gang persecute Falun Gong, I will continue to practice it as
long as there is a single breath left in me.'"
I was very happy to see how strong my mother's faith in Falun Gong was. At the same
time, I was very disturbed by how far Jiang Zemin and his regime had gone to persecute
Falun Gong and its practitioners as well as fabricate lies to deceive the public.

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of Part Three

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part III. Detained Eleven Times
Coming Through the Ordeals of Repeated Detention and Torture
Chapter 5: Clarifying the Truth

Clarifying truth at the entrance of a pictorial exhibition against Falun Gong

On June 8th, 2000, the local government opened a pictorial exhibition that defamed
Falun Dafa at the Sichuan Province Exhibition Hall. In order to let more people see
what is right and what is wrong so that they wouldn't be deceived by the lies, I wrote
down my personal experience and made several copies of my article. On the morning of
June 12th, I went to see Wei Daping, the policeman in the local police station, and told
him "Here is some material containing the truth about Falun Gong. Would you like me
to mail it to Beijing myself or would you like to submit to the leaders on my behalf?"
Wei said, "You can just leave it with me." So I gave him two copies of my article, one
for Beijing, and the other for people in the police station to read. He accepted the
material.
From there, I went to the Exhibition Hall. I brought copies of a flyer I had made entitled
"Clarifying the Truth and Urging the Clearing of the Name of Falun Gong" with me and
handed out the flyers to the people who came to view the exhibit.
The police ransacked my home
On the afternoon of June 13, 2000, Wei Daping told me to come to the Wannian Police
Station. Feng Jiuwei, an agent from Chengdu City's Public Security Bureau,
interrogated me there. He kept asking me who wrote the flyer and how many copies of
the flyer I distributed. I told him that I had written it myself. He wouldn't believe me.
He didn't think I was educated enough to write so well.
In the evening the police ransacked my home. They confiscated a lot of my personal
property, including Falun Gong books and tapes, a tape recorder, my ID card, and the
mats that I used to practice the meditation exercise. I tried very hard to stop the police
from taking away the Falun Gong books that Policeman Wei had found. Two policemen
pushed me onto my bed and pressed my knees to the ground. One policeman grabbed
onto my neck tightly and I could hardly breathe. Another policeman pushed one of his
knees against my back and pulled my arms back around. My arms hurt so much that I
thought they were about to fall off. I couldn't stop tears from flowing down my face. I
felt very sad because I wasn't able to protect my Falun Gong books from the police.
Other policemen surrounded my mom who was over 70 years old and tried to stop her
from getting close to me. When she heard me cry, she pushed the policemen away so
she could get a good look at me. When she saw me being pinned down by the police
and that the police had found my Falun Gong books, she began to wail. The whole
scene was miserable. The police wouldn't let my mom come closer to me. They shoved
her to the living room and threatened her, "Do not move. It's none of your business."
My mom said, "Her business is my business. You policemen are acting like outlaws!"
The police pushed me out of my apartment and dragged downstairs without letting me
put my shoes on. My socks were torn off and my feet became badly bruised from being
dragged. They threw me into a police car and locked me inside the local police station.
After I got there, I cried until late at night because I was so distraught over the loss of
my Falun Gong books.
The only thing I could do to protest my unfair treatment was to hold a hunger strike.
The next afternoon, Feng Jiuwei, the agent from the Public Security Bureau, came to the
police station and interrogated me again. I had no shoes on and my socks were torn. He

said, "You don't look like a successful business woman at all. Some people might say
that you are stupid. I say you are dumb beyond belief. Jiang Zemin says Falun Gong is
not good, and you say it's good. You can just keep your opinion to yourself. Why do
you have to say it out loud and act against the Communist Party? You are just asking for
trouble for yourself." I told him, "I'm a good person. How can speaking the truth be
called 'acting against the Communist Party?'" That afternoon, without filing the required
paperwork, the police sent me to the No. 2 Detention Center in Chengdu City. Up to
that point, I had already been detained 11 times.
After 11 days of detention, without any trial, I was sentenced to one year of labor camp.
I was transferred to No. 1 Detention Center in Chengdu City. As soon as I got there,
some inmates stole 400 yuan that I had on me. Prisoners who didn't have money were
beaten black and blue all over their bodies. They could neither stand up nor shift their
body positions. The guards did nothing to stop the prisoners from being beaten. The
general store inside the prison sold things at prices that are at least three times that of
the market prices.
After half a month, I was sent to the Zizhong Nanmusi Labor Camp.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 1

of Part Four

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part 4. Sentenced to Forced Labor

[Note: Inside the forced labor camps, the inmates often loudly yelled to one another,
"Do you know what the biggest cult in China is?" "It is the forced labor camp!" ]
Chapter 1. The Truth Cannot Be Covered Up
Getting lost and finding the way back
On July 28, 2000, I was sent to the 5th platoon of the Nanmusi Forced Labor Camp at
Zizhong City, Sichuan Province. The guards there arranged a drug addict to keep an eye
on me. She was to follow me everywhere I went at all times.
According to the policies at the forced labor camp, all inmates must memorize and be
able to recite the 35 rules of the labor camp. I did not break any law, so I refused to
memorize the rules. The guards punished me by not allowing me to get any sleep. They
also punished the drug addict who was assigned to watch me and wouldn't let her get
any sleep either. They also sent some former practitioners who had been brainwashed to
brainwash me as well and wouldn't let me talk with other Falun Gong practitioners.
Three days later, all other practitioners who had come to the labor camp with me were
moved from the 5th Platoon to the 7th Platoon (also known as the Falun Gong Platoon
because all the Falun Gong practitioners were held there), and I was left behind in the
5th Platoon. I felt lonely and helpless. I was unable to understand the Fa on the basis of
the Fa. With human notions, I thought that I should follow the example of other
practitioners who are better educated than me, had cultivated longer than me, and were
very steadfast previously. So against my own conscience, I copied a "repentance letter"
that contained a few sentences written by someone else and turned it in. On August 1, I
was transferred to the 7th Platoon. Even though I didn't dare to say anything, I continued
to silently recite Master Li's articles everyday. I felt I was not being honest and truthful.
I felt lost and didn't know what to do. During that time, I heard about what had
happened to Wang Xuzhi, who used to practice the Falun Gong exercises at the same
exercise site as I did. He was illegally sent to the forced labor camp for going to Beijing
to appeal for restorations of Falun Gong's respected standing. After he was sent to the
Xinhua Labor Camp in Mianyang City, because he refused to renounce his belief in
Falun Gong, he was often kept in solitary confinement, beaten, and hit with electric
batons. The guards there also ordered inmates at the labor camp to force-feed him with

feces and urine. Wang Xuzhi held a hunger strike for more than 5 months, and was
tortured to death in August 2000. He was only 28 years old.
I spent a total of 3 months in a restless and confused state. It was Teacher's article
"Suffocate the Evil" (from Essentials for Further Advancement II) that shone a light
on the lost child that I had become. I immediately realized that I had been wrong when I
wrote the "repentance letter." I shared my understandings with many fellow
practitioners at the labor camp (especially those from Chengdu City). Most of them
wrote solemn statements declaring that they would continue to cultivate in Falun Gong
steadfastly. On November 25, 2000, I also wrote an article titled "Speaking to you from
my heart." In the article, I solemnly declared that all the things that I had written and
said about Falun Gong were against my conscience and nullified. I also wrote about my
own experience after I began to practice Falun Gong. I wrote 4 copies of the article, and
gave one to the head of the labor camp with the surname of Wu, one to Li Ziqian, the
head of the management division of the labor camp, one to Li Jun, the head of the 7th
Platoon, and saved one copy for other practitioners in the labor camp to read. On the
same day, Zhang Xiaofang, a platoon leader, singled me out and said many harsh words
against me at a big gathering of the labor camp. She immediately ordered two inmates
of the labor camp to watch me and prevent me from speaking with other practitioners. I
was also forbidden to write anything else. She also extended the term of my sentence by
3 months. I lost the little bit of the freedom that prisoners who had already been
deprived of their freedom had. They had set up another special prison inside the prison
just for me.
Around April 2001, Feng Jiuwei brought some TV station reporters to the 7th Platoon
for a TV interview. He stopped me when I was walking downstairs and told the
reporters, "This is Zhong Fangqiong. She used to be the owner of a successful business.
She is very capable." The reporters immediately turned the video cameras and
microphones toward me. Feng Jiuwei said, "Zhong Fangqiong, weren't you once
'transformed' and didn't you renounce your belief in Falun Gong? Why did you go back
to your old ways later?" I replied, "In my mind, 'transformation' makes no sense. What
is 'transformation?' Is it transforming a good person into a bad one? I have always
known that Falun Gong is good. It was just that I was unable to bear the inhuman
mental and physical torture and I didn't dare to say the truth. After realizing that I had
done a bad thing, I immediately corrected my mistake. I am simply telling the truth as it
is. That is all."
A Phony Show of Kindness
During the Chinese New Year of 2001, officials from the Chengdu City Labor Camp
Bureau came to the labor camp to visit inmates at the labor camps. After an initial
meeting, they divided the inmates into several small groups. Every small group was
made to sit in a circle. They said, "All of us live in the same city, and we will take care
of you. If you have anything to complain about, please let us know." I told them, "The
local TV station fabricated a story about me and used it to deceive people. In order to
speak out truth, I wrote an article to clarify the facts. I was illegally sent to the labor
camp because of that. I haven't been treated fairly. I just want to be a good person, and
all I did was to speak the truth. There is nothing wrong with that. I want to go home."
They acted surprised and said, "Really? How could this happen? Which district are you
from?" I said, "Chenghua District." They said, "We will follow up on this after we get

back." Of course, I never heard back from them afterwards. All I know for sure is that
the local TV station broadcast their visit to the labor camp to show how much the
government cares about Falun Gong practitioners and how the officials "transformed"
Falun Gong practitioners with "gentleness and kindness."
The police often brought former practitioners who had turned onto the evil path to talk
to me. They acted as if they had cultivated to a high level and tried to deceive me with
their twisted logic. They took turns trying to make me listen to words that slandered
Dafa and defamed Teacher. When I did not listen to them, they laughed at me, cursed at
me, and humiliated me.
Master Li said, "Think about it: the enormous test at present is exactly to see how Dafa
fares and how students conduct themselves in Master's absence. How could Master
speak out? How could I again tell you what to do? Additionally, they manipulate
wicked human beings to examine Dafa and its disciples, putting them through a
comprehensive and destructive test that targets all human thoughts and attachments."
("Towards Consummation" in Essentials for Further Advancement II) I kept reciting
Master Li's teaching in my heart, and was not disturbed by any performance of the evil.
Is the Communist Party Good?
In the labor camp, the guards often ordered us to sing a song called "The Communist
Party is good." I always refused to sing the song. Zhang Xiaofang, the platoon leader,
told me that by refusing to sing "The Communist Party is good", I was against the
Communist Party. When hearing other people singing the song, I could not open my
mouth. My lips would tremble, my throat would tighten, and tears would run down my
face for no reason. Hadn't I been arrested and detained at the labor camp for simply
wanting to be a good person and speak the truth? If the Communist Party was good,
how could it send people who follow "Truthfulness Compassion Tolerance" to the labor
camps and try to brainwash them?
A Living Example
Whenever I had a chance to speak, I would tell people that the news on the TV and
newspapers about Falun Dafa were lies and made up to deceive people. I told people
how the local TV station distorted my story to defame Dafa and deceive people. I had
told the reporters that the many health problems I had suffered from disappeared after I
began to practice Falun Gong. But in the story that it was aired in the local TV station, it
said that I was healthy before and became paralyzed after I began to practice Falun
Gong. The media completely turned black into white. The police then locked up me in
the labor camp for speaking up about the truth.
I became a living example of the Chinese regime's persecution of Falun Gong, and
people listened to me. The head of the labor camp with the surname of Wu became
infuriated by it. He swore at me, "Shut up! Shut up! Sooner or later you will be
paralyzed"

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 2

of Part Four

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
Part 4. Sentenced to Forced Labor

[Note: Inside the forced labor camps, the inmates often loudly yelled to one another,
"Do you know what the biggest cult in China is?" "It is the forced labor camp!" ]
Chapter 2. Dafa Particles
Kept in Strict Confinement
[PureInsight.org] Starting from July 2001, ten determined Falun Gong practitioners and
I were locked up in a small room at the labor camp together. Some inmates were
ordered to watch us closely, and did not allow us to take even one step outside. We were
forced to sit on small stools with both eyes looking forward, backs straight, and both
hands on our laps from 6:30 AM to 10:30 PM everyday. During those hours, we were
not allowed to close eyes, let alone talk.
The temperature inside the room during the day often reached 50 C (equivalent to 122o
F) or higher. Every day, we stayed in the same small room for eating, drinking,
urinating, defecating, and sleeping. We were only given one basin of water per week.
Because we weren't given enough water and the temperature was so high, many people
fainted from heatstroke. Practitioner Huang Lisha developed painful sores all over her
body. Her clothes were stained by blood and yellow pus. She was later tortured to death.
"Why are Dafa disciples ruthlessly tortured by the evil? Because they persist in their
righteous faith in Dafa, and because they are particles of Dafa." ("Dafa is Indestructible"
in Essentials for Further Advancement II)
In September, I was moved to the 9th Platoon of the labor camp. Some practitioners
were still locked up inside the small room when I left. I saw fellow practitioners being
savagely tortured but could do nothing to help. For example, Zhu Xia was a 32 year old
practitioner who was detained in the same labor camp. Zhang Xiaofang, who was the
supervisor of the 7th Platoon, told two drug addicts to stuff Zhu Xia's mouth tightly
with dirty rags. After that, they dragged her back and forth on the ground covered with
sand and cobblestones. When passing in front of the video monitors, they would pretend
everything was normal to avoid being recorded. But after they walked past the monitors,
they would continue dragging her around. When those two drug addicts grew tired,
another batch of drug addicts came over and continued dragging Zhu Xia around. Sand
and cobblestones dug into Zhu Xia's back, buttocks, and legs, and she was covered in

blood. Zhang Xiaofang then ordered more than 10 former practitioners who had been
brainwashed to jump onto Zhu Xia, some pulling her hair, some spitting on her, some
pulling her feet or hands, and some sitting on Zhu Xia and beating her. They beat and
cursed at Zhu Xia until they were too tired to continue. By that time, Zhu Xia could no
longer stand up unassisted. Zhang Xiaofang then asked a doctor to pick the particles of
sand and cobblestones out of Zhu Xia's wounds, but it was virtually impossible to get
them all out. Moreover, Zhu Xia herself was made to pay for the expensive bill from the
doctor.
Zhu Xia was illegally detained at the labor camp for over one and a half years. After
that, she was sent to three brainwashing sessions in a row for another 10 months in all
(in Pi County, Pengzhou City, Xinjin City, respectively). The brutal persecution and
inhuman torture severely harmed Zhu Xia both physically and mentally. In September
2003 when Zhu Xia was detained in Pengzhou City Brainwashing Center, she was
already tortured to the point of having hallucinations and talking irrationally. But the
head of the brainwashing center He Yuanfu refused to release her. Instead he continued
to torture her and try to brainwash her. Her condition deteriorated and she began to have
more and more frequent episodes of hallucinations. She suffered a mental breakdown.
She was always in an agitated state, crying, laughing, talking irrationally, and hitting her
fists against doors and windows. She also littered human waste everywhere. When she
slept, she would tear up the quilt cover and used the filling made of cotton to cover
herself. After her case was made known to the public, the brainwashing center
authorities had to release her on April 2, 2004. Right now, Zhu Xia is at her home but
she is still unable to take care of herself. Her 70-year old mother has to look after her,
her 3-year-old son, as well as Zhu Xia's father, who is suffering from a mental
breakdown he developed after being tortured during the Chinese Cultural Revolution in
the 1970s. Zhu Xia's husband Wang Shilin is also a Dafa practitioner. He has been
illegally sent to labor camps three times, and is now being held at the Xinhua Labor
Camp in Mianyang City, Sichuan Province.
Ms. Zhang Fengqing is a practitioner in her 50s. Police in Longquan fined her more
than 10,000 Yuan (about $1,200), detained her several times, and finally sent her to the
forced labor. At the labor camp, Zhang Xiaofang hit her with electric batons, stuffed her
mouth with rags, and tied her to a big tree. Once she was tied to a tall wooden board,
and her hands were tied to two windows. Her body was stretched out in the shape of a
cross and she was kept in that position for a long time. One time, seven or eight male
guards in the security division pressed her onto the ground and clamped her throat with
a lot of force. She could not breathe and almost died. Another time, after she staged a
hunger strike to protest the inhumane treatment, seven or eight people tried to force
pumpkin soup down her throat. One person held her head down while others held her
arms and legs down. One person held onto her neck, while others pinched her nose and
opened her mouth by force. Pumpkin chunks got stuck in her throat. She could neither
swallow them nor spit them out, and almost suffocated to death. She wasn't released
from the labor camp until May of 2002. Around August of 2003, she was arrested again
and detained at the Pi County Detention Center for distributing truth-clarification
material. In the detention center, she was injected with unknown drugs, which led to her
mental breakdown and loss of memory. She was also tortured and lost the ability to
walk. She was not released from the detention center until January of 2004. She hadn't
completely recovered from the ordeal before the authorities illegally arrested her and
abducted her from her home for no apparent reason.

The guards at the labor camp either directly tortured practitioners or encouraged inmates
to use all despicable and brutal means to torture practitioners. Several guards in the
security division cruelly beat practitioners on the day of the Chinese Spring Festival,
then tied them up and forced them to stand for a very long time in the rain. Several
practitioners lost consciousness from the torture. Guards prompted drug addicts to drag
practitioners into the bathroom and force sanitary pad covered with blood down their
throats. Guards ordered inmates to strip practitioners naked and then forced them to
stand in front of mirrors to humiliate them. Guards incited former practitioners who had
been brainwashed or drug addicts to beat practitioners brutally till they fainted. Some
practitioners were kept in water dungeons. Some practitioners lost teeth and had their
gums severely damaged from the force-feeding sessions. In the intense heat of summer,
after some practitioners were brutally beaten, they were handcuffed and forced to cover
themselves in thick cotton-padded quilts. The guards even shocked some practitioners
with several electric batons simultaneously and continuously. When a female
practitioner in her 30s refused to give up practicing Falun Gong, the guards ordered her
to squat down and then stand up 800 times. Her pants were torn open and her buttocks
exposed. After the ordeal, she was not able to walk a week later, nor could she squat
down in the toilet.
Falun Gong practitioners moved and changed many guards and inmates with their
compassion. Due to the continued truth-clarification efforts of practitioners, many
guards came to know that Falun Gong is different from what the media propaganda said
on TV. Later, although many guards were still ferocious on the surface, they told us
privately, "We all know Falun Gong practitioners are good people. But we are paid (by
Jiang) so we have to follow orders and function like his guns. We can only do whatever
we are told to do." Therefore, although these guards committed crimes in the
persecution, it is Jiang who is ultimately responsible for the persecution.
Get out of the Evil Den with the Power of Righteous Thoughts
Platoon 9 of the labor camp held Falun Gong practitioners and drug addicts. The guards
arranged for two inmates to monitor each practitioner. Everyday, inmates read articles
that slandered Dafa out loud and practitioners were forced to listen to the readings.
Every Monday, we were forced to express our opinions on the articles. During those
sessions, I continued to talk about how the media reports about Falun Gong were false. I
often repeated my own story as an example. After listening to my story, the drug addicts
all felt Falun Gong was wrongly treated. Although they came to know the truth, they
dared not speak out.
One day, a guard with the surname of Hu told me, "Zhong Fangqiong, I think you are a
good person. The only problem is that you refuse to give up practicing Falun Gong.
What's wrong with giving up your practice? As soon as you give it up, I'll let you go
home." She also ordered some former practitioners who had been brainwashed to take
turns to talk to me and try to persuade me to give up the practice for three days and
three nights. They told me, "How can you leave here without being promising to give up
practicing Falun Gong? Do you want to fly out of here?" I told them, "Whoever sent me
here will take me home, because there is nothing wrong with my trying to become a
better person." The guards told me, "Right now, Falun Gong practitioners are
considered to be against the Party and the country. Anyone who is not 'reformed' will be
exiled to Xinjiang (a remote area in China) and spend the rest of her life working in the

fields there." Many practitioners couldn't bear the torture and promised to give up
practicing Falun Gong. All of them were released one after another. On the other hand,
not a single practitioner who refused to give up practicing Falun Gong was released
from the labor camp. Some practitioners were still detained at the labor camp a year
after they had finished serving the original term of her sentence. But in my heart, I knew
clearly that I would carry on my cultivation openly and in a dignified manner. I told
myself that even if I was executed, I wouldn't let Master Li and Dafa down and I would
die with a clear conscience. Everyday, I kept reciting Master Li's teachings. In addition
to reciting Hong Yin twice, I also kept reciting the over 40 articles all the articles
from Master Li that I could remembertwice before going to sleep.
Under Dafa's guidance, I used the power of righteous thoughts to get out of the evil den.
On September 30, 2001, it was exactly three months after I had finished serving the
original term of my sentence. Around 3 PM, the guard suddenly asked me to pack my
things up. I thought I was going to be sent to Xinjiang and spend the rest of my life
working in the fields there. So I took all the things with me. After passing the second
gate, I saw policeman Wei Daping and some others from Wannianchang Police Station.
They had driven to the labor camp to pick me up. So I told the guard who came out with
me, "Please bring my quilt back to Platoon 9 and give it to someone else since I will go
home and no longer need them." Policeman Wei Daping also said the vehicle was
packed with people and there was no room for luggage. The guard refused to take my
things back. He insisted, "Since you have brought these things out, they cannot be sent
back." It suddenly occurred to me that the reason he refused to take my things to other
practitioners is that the guards didn't want practitioners to know that I had been released
and allowed to go home.
Cultivating Anywhere
After getting into the car, Policeman Wei Daping asked me, "Zhong Fangqiong, do you
still practice Falun Gong?" I said, "Yes, I do." Everyone on the car was laughing at me:
"Haven't you learned enough lessons? It is time to wake up. We have a new director
named Li. We will tell you more about it later." On the way back, I told them how the
guards in the labor camp persecuted Dafa practitioners including me. I also talked about
the wonderfulness and magnificence of Dafa, as well as how TV and newspaper made
up lies and slandered Falun Gong. I also talked about cultivation stories from the
ancient times till nowadays. I asked them not to be deceived, but instead be clear on
what is right and what is wrong. One policeman said, "You were sent to the labor camp.
Instead of being 'reformed', you are now more and more determined, and even the other
way around trying to 'reform' us. You want us to be sent to labor camp just like you?" I
replied, "Do you think is it acceptable that the only reason for one being sent to labor
camp is speaking the truth and becoming a better person? I hope you will think it over
carefully."
We arrived at the Wannianchang Police Station around 8 PM. I thought I was going to
be allowed to go home immediately. But Policeman Wei Daping said, "The head of the
police station is off now. You have to stay here tonight. We will figure out what to do
with your tomorrow." I told him, "No, I want to go home right now. I am innocent and
should be free, why do you still detain me here?" Wei Daping said, "I am not saying
you are guilty of any crime. You just need to stay here one night." He then forcibly
pushed me into a detention room.

I spent the night by myself in the small, dark room that smelled terrible. In the early
morning, I started to do the Falun Gong exercises. When the workday started, the head
of the police station with the surname of Ran came with a young man carrying a
camera. Ran said, "You are quite young and beautiful. How dare you do the exercises
here!" I replied, "As long as there is some free time, a practitioner will do the exercises
wherever he or she goes." Director Ran then said, "How about you repeating the
exercises you just did this morning?" I repeated the exercises to show them. The young
man took some pictures. I wasn't sure if they planned to use it as an excuse for persecute
me further.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 3

of Part Four

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
Part 4. Sentenced to Forced Labor

[Note: Inside the forced labor camps, the inmates often loudly yelled to one another,
"Do you know what the biggest cult in China is?" "It is the forced labor camp!" ]
Chapter 3. Water Still Not Calm
Detained again
In the afternoon, policeman Wei Daping wanted to send me to the local detention center
again. I said determinedly, "I won't go there. I did nothing wrong. I haven't been
allowed to go home yet. For what reason will you send me to the detention center
again? As a law enforcement officer, you know what you are doing is against the law. I
will file an appeal if you send me to the detention center." Wei Daping said, "If you
want to appeal your case, you have to wait until you arrive at the detention center." Yet
again, Wei Daping sent me back to the Jiurucun Detention Center without any cause.
On arriving at the detention center, I told the guard on duty, "I want to appeal my case. I
was released from the labor camp after I finished my sentence. But the local police
station sent me here directly without letting me go home first." The guard said, "Today
is Chinese National Day. Everyone is off duty. You have to wait till October 3rd to file
your appeal when everyone is back at work." I told him, "Speaking of Chinese National
Day, I spent the day in this place back in 1999. I have spent all the major holidays
during the last several years in prison. Why? It is simply because I wanted to speak the
truth and be a good person. I have been detained a total of 11 times illegally and then
sent to a labor camp. Do you know why I was sent to the labor camp? The media report

turned white into black, saying practicing Falun Gong caused me to become paralyzed.
In reality, you know, before I was sent to the labor camp, I had already been detained
here a total of 10 times. You know I am telling the truth. When I wrote a letter to the
TV station to clarify the facts, I was sent to labor camp. Don't you think I was treated
wrongly? Why is Jiang's regime so scared of people who speak the truth? Have you
thought about this?" The guard listened to me quietly without saying a word.
The next few days passed by very slowly. On the morning of the 3rd, when a guard came
to do a inspection, I told him, "I want to write an appeal letter to appeal my case." After
I finished it, I personally handed it to the head of the detention center with the surname
of Yang. After a while, Yang told me, "I have contacted the Wannianchang Police
Station by phone. They will not resume their normal working hour until the 8th when the
holiday period is finally over. So you have to wait until the 8th."
The evil cannot achieve its goal after exhausting all means
In the morning of the 8th, Yang called me out of my cell. When I went out, I saw
policeman Wei Daping from the Wannianchang Police Station, Office Manager Li
Qiangjun as well as some people from the local residential committee were there. They
said they would let me go home immediately if I write a letter promising that I would
give up practicing Falun Gong. I replied, "Falun Gong is so good. Why can't I practice
it? If I wanted to write a pledge, I would have done that two years ago. Why would I
wait until today? You have been dealing with me for more than two years now. You
should know me well and know Falun Gong well." They said, "Other than the fact that
you practice Falun Gong, you are a good person in every sense of the word." I told
them, "I became a good person only after I began to practice Falun Gong. Tell me what
on earth makes Falun Gong bad?" They said, "No matter. Since the government says it's
bad, it's bad. We follow the orders of the government."
Seeing that I refused to write the pledge, they turned around to leave. I held onto one
person and insisted on going home. I simply refused to stay at the detention center a day
longer. Director Yang tried to console me, "Zhong Fangqiong, you should just be
patient and stay here for a few days longer until your 15-day sentence is up." It was just
like what Teacher said, "Although the evil seems awfully vicious, it has now exhausted
its tricks, and can merely keep escalating the labels it puts on our practice and keep
using the media to fabricate things; with its sick mind, it keeps forcing students to write
so-called 'repentance statements' and to sign its stuff. It knows very well that that's all
fake and can't change people's hearts, so why does it insist on doing that? Why does it
insist on having you sign that paper? Why does it insist on having you say, 'I'll stop
practicing' before releasing you? One person says 'I'll keep practicing,' and they slap
him with a sentence; another one says 'I'll stop practicing,' and just for this they set him
free. The difference between these is unbelievable, isn't it? Is this normal? It's not. Isn't
that obvious? They just want to make you fall, they just want to make you say those
words." ("Teaching the Fa at the Washington, D.C. International Fa Conference" in
Guiding the Voyage)
On October 10th at about 9 am, I was suddenly called out of my cell again. I didn't know
what was going to happen to me. When I got outside, I saw Wei Daping waiting for me.
He said to me, "Get your things packed up. I am taking you home." I returned to the cell
to pack my things up. Practitioner Feng Xiaoyun and another practitioner who were

being detained in the same cell as me were surprised. They asked me, "Weren't you
sentenced to 15 days here?" I replied, "They are the ones who have broken the laws.
Actually we should not stay here even for one day." (Feng Xiaoyun was eventually sent
to a labor camp. She remains a determined and steadfast practitioner. . She was a
graduate of Chengdu University of Electronic Science and Technology).
Encountering problems trying to get an ID card
I finally was allowed to go home to my mother and son. I had been illegally detained at
the labor camp when I was supposed to get the official title for the condo I purchased.
Neither my elderly mother nor my 9-year old son was able to handle the transaction. So
we never received the official title for the condo. After I got home, I tried to get it. I was
told that I needed my ID card in order to finish the paperwork. My ID card had been
confiscated when I went to Beijing for the first time to appeal for Falun Gong. So I had
to apply for a new ID card.
In November, I went to the Longtansi Police Station since my official residence falls
under its jurisdiction. Policeman Liao Youliang met with me. As soon as he saw me, he
asked me, "How are you doing nowadays?" I said, "I have gotten my health back after
returning home. Today I am here to apply for a new ID card so that I can get the official
title for my condo." He told me, "You need to write a summary of your current
understanding on the subject of Falun Gong." He handed me a piece of paper and a pen.
I sat down and started writing. I wrote that it was Falun Gong that brought me health
and gave me a second life, and it was Jiang's regime that persecuted me, jailing me for
two years and causing me unable to make money to support my elderly mother and
young son. I also wrote Falun Dafa is good and had been grossly mistreated. I also
wrote that I would continue to practice Falun Gong. After reading my statement, Liao
was furious, "I can toss you back to jail based on what you just wrote." I stood up and
said with dignity, "What you said carries no authority! Why don't you policemen dare to
hear the truth? Do you want me to lie and deceive you so that you will feel better?" I
continued to look at him with righteous thoughts. His voice lowered and he finally said,
"Well, I will just put your statement in your file then."
Liao told me to go to the ID Card Center to get a new ID card. After I got there, the staff
there told me that I had to get the local police station to stamp my application. So I went
back to the police station the next day. Liao was busy and he told me that I could go to
the local district office to get my application stamped. I sent forth righteous thoughts as
I walked toward the local district office. When I got there, I said hello and told the
people there who I was and why I went here. They were very surprised upon hearing my
name, "Oh, you are Zhong Fangqiong! We got in trouble many times because of you,
and we were forced to write numerous self-criticism letters because of you. But we have
never seen you in person." I told them about the miraculous improvement in my health
after I began to practice Falun Gong as well as why I had been arrested and sent to the
labor camp. Upon hearing that, they were very sympathetic. They joked, "It seems that
you are very capable person. You should make more money and help us get our office
fixed up. Look at what a bad shape it is. We are poor and have no budget to fix it up." I
replied, "If I had not been persecuted by Jiang's regime, I would have been able to
continue to operate my business. There are a lot of road construction projects in the city.
I would have made hundreds of thousands of Yuan during the last two years." Then I
started to fill out the application to get a new ID card. They told me, "You cannot write

that you original ID card was confiscated when you sent to Beijing to appeal for Falun
Gong. You can only say that your original ID card was accidentally burned or dropped
into water or things like that." I told them, "My teacher told us that we can't tell any
lies." One staff member said, "I think Falun Gong is good just based on what you just
said." Eventually I did obtain a new ID card.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 1

of Part Five

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
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Part 5. While the Trees Try to Be Still, the Wind Won't Stop Blowing
Chapter 1: Righteous Thoughts Stop the Police from Doing Evil Things
"Friendly" New Year Visits
During all official holidays or sensitive days such as April 25th and July 20th, local
police, community committee members, and members from the 610 Office often came
to harass Falun Gong practitioners with all kinds of excuses.
On December 22, 2001, Wei Daping, from the Wannianchang Police Station, and Li
Qiangjun, the director at the Community Office, came to check on me at my home. On
the 26th, the chairwoman and a staff member from the local Women's Association came
to check on me. On the 28th, Hao Wuyuan, the chairman from the Political And Legal
Affairs Committee of Chenghua District and several others from the Wannianchang
Police Station and Community Office came to my home "to show their care" for me.
During all those visits, I patiently clarified the truth about Falun Gong to them.
Around midnight on the 28th, the doorbell rang again. I tried to look through the
peephole. But I couldn't see anything. I thought the light outside was burned out but it
turned out that someone had actually covered the peephole up. When I opened the door,
a large group of people from the Wannianchang Police Station, the Community Office,
and the Community Committee rushed inside. The new director for the Community
Committee and policeman Wei Daping immediately dashed into my son's room, and
confiscated a copy of Zhuan Falun, a photo of Master Li, and an article written by
Master Li that I had in the room. They then took me to the police station against my
will. I was sent to the Pi County Detention Center without any cause the next day.
When I arrived at the detention center, I was given a physical by the detention center
physician. I told her that I had painful sores all over my body and wasn't healthy enough
to be detained at the detention center. She said, "No matter what diseases you have, we
must hold you here" I was soon sentenced to one month at the detention center.
Officer Li Wakes Up from a Dream
I was detained in a cell in the detention center along with 40 other people, including 12
Falun Gong practitioners. In the afternoon of the 29th, the head of the cell told me to go
outside. As soon as I set foot out of the cell, a female officer in her 20s shouted, "Squat
down!" I remained standing while sending righteous thoughts.

After two minutes, she shouted with anger, "I told you to squat down. Didn't you hear
me?" I continued to stand calmly before her. I looked right into her eyes and sent
righteous thoughts quietly. Seeing that there was no action from me, she fumed with
anger. Her face turned red, and she shouted toward the head of the cell, "Is this woman
deaf or mute? Why doesn't she talk?"
The head of the cell became so scared that she turned pale and began to shake. She
came over to me, begging, "Ms. Zhong, please talk to her. This is Officer Li."
I didn't say anything for another two minutes. I then said to Officer Li, "You look
absolutely beautiful. Why is it that your appearance is so different from your words and
actions?" All of sudden, it was as if she had changed into a different person. She looked
embarrassed and said, "You may not understand it. I have a hard job. My shift ran from
last night to tonight. We have to take in about 80 people per day. Some inmates are very
hard to handle. I can't get even a single break." I said, "It is a tough job to deal with
criminals every day. But you should be clear that other Falun Gong practitioners and I
are not criminals. We have been treated unjustly. We shouldn't be detained here."
Officer Li softened her tone and asked me, "How many times have you been detained?"
I asked her, "How many times do you think?" She said, "Three times? Five times?" I
shook my head. She made a bold guess and half-jokingly said, "Come on, it could not
be more than 10 times?" I replied with a serious expression on my face, "A total of 13
times. I was also sentenced to one year at a labor camp, and ended up spending 15
months there."
Her eyes opened wide in doubt, "Labor camp? You were in a labor camp? My boss told
us in a meeting that the percentage of Falun Gong practitioners who gave up practicing
Falun Gong after being detained in labor camps is 100%." I said, "That is a lie. If your
boss was telling the truth, why would I be here? Think about it. Aren't other Falun Gong
practitioners and I here simply because we insist on speaking the truth? If I simply said
that I would stop practicing Falun Gong, I wouldn't have lost my business and wouldn't
have spent the last two years in prison. Why would I lie to you?" Then I told her my
story. After listening to my story, it was as if she had suddenly awakened from a dream.
She kindly said to me, "When you are released from here, please be very careful. Do not
ever come to a place like this again." I said, "We won't meet here again. I have a niece
who is around your age. She is also quite beautiful. You should come to my house one
day as a friend. I am sure you and my niece will get along very well."
After I got back to the cell, one of the Falun Gong practitioners who was detained in the
same cell told me, "You are so powerful! Even Officer Li has fallen under your spell.
Everyone here is scared of her. She is very tough. If she catches prisoners talking to
each other when they are not supposed to, she not only takes away their TV privileges,
she also makes them copy the detention center regulations 20 times. If you had been
here earlier, I bet we would have been treated better."
An inmate who was detained in the same prison cell was the head of a factory. She was
arrested because of some financial irregularities at her factory. One day an investigator
from the Wannian Police Station took her out for an interrogation and they had a meal
together. The investigator asked her, "Are you used to life in prison?" She said, "If it
weren't for those Falun Gong people, I couldn't imagine how badly I would react to

being locked up here. I enjoy being with them. It seems time passes very quickly.
Zhong Fangqiong, who was sent here by policemen from your police station, is in my
cell." The investigator replied, "She is quite remarkable, very courageous."
The Furtive Policemen
One morning during the time when we were allowed to go outside, I stood on the edge
of an open field with my eyes closed and started to do the second set of the Falun Gong
exercises. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain on my face. I opened my eyes and found a
policewoman holding a long bamboo pole and poking at me with a furtive look on her
face. As soon as she realized I was looking at her, she did not dare to say a thing and
left quickly.
One day, around midnight, the night shift supervisor of the detention center came to tell
Mrs. Tian, a Falun Gong practitioner, to pack up her things and go home. I said to him,
"You policemen are doing things that cannot be shown to the public. You are releasing
Falun Gong practitioners at midnight. Why don't you do it in daylight? It is because you
don't want the public to find out that you have been detaining good people for no good
reason." The supervisor didn't say anything. Mrs. Tian hurriedly gathered her things and
said to me, "It's extremely late tonight. There is no one to settle my account. Ms. Zhong,
let me leave my deposit book with you. When you are released, please take out the
money the detention center owes me." I agreed to do that for her. The supervisor heard
our conversation. He held up his hand in the pose of sending righteous thoughts and
said, "You do this here everyday. How is it possible that you will be released?" I
replied, "I am sure I'll get out of here in a just few days. You wouldn't see me sending
righteous thoughts here if I were home." The supervisor couldn't think of anything else
to say to me. He left without a word.
There is No "what if " in Cultivation
One afternoon, the cell door suddenly opened. The head of the cell told me, "Ms.
Zhong, you have another fellow practitioner here." As soon as she came in, the
practitioner asked: which districts different practitioners in the cell were from. Several
practitioners, including me, were from Chenghua District. The newly arrived
practitioner said, "Those of us who are from Chenghua District cannot go home. We are
all being transferred back and forth from detention centers to prisons. Many
practitioners from Chenghua District are currently being held at the detention centers
and have served back to back prison terms. I am from Chenghua District. I have just
been transferred here from another detention center." I told everyone, "I don't believe it
will happen to me. I must go home."
An elderly lady from Chenghua District who was held in the same cell as me was
supposed to get released the next day. She was ready to go home and had planned to
leave some of her things behind for others to use. After hearing what was said by the
newcomer, she got nervous and said, "It seems I should take all of my things with me
after all. What if I cannot go home?" I said, "That thought is wrong. There is no 'what if
' in cultivation." The next day, the elderly practitioner was indeed not allowed to go
home. She was moved to a different place and forced to attend a brainwashing session at
the Pi County. The conditions there were very bad. She had to sleep on the cold cement
floor every night. She developed rheumatism and ended not being able to hold her back

straight due to the terrible pain. She had difficulty walking. She also couldn't stop
coughing. She became so thin that she looked like a completely different person. Her
family members were not allowed to visit her and had no idea if she were dead or alive.
She was forced to attend the brainwashing class for over a year. In February of 2003,
her son could no longer bear it and appealed for his mother twice at the city
government, asking the mayor to release his mother. Because of that, he was arrested
and taken to the police station. When he was released, he became extremely distraught
at the thought of not being able to save his mother. He drank a lot of alcohol, called the
police station, and told the police that he was going to commit suicide in protest. He
then closed all windows and the door and turned on the switch to let out propane used
for cooking. When the police arrived at his home, he was unconscious and foaming at
the mouth. The police took him to the hospital and the doctors were able to resuscitate
him. The police didn't want to be blamed for his death and finally allowed him to carry
his skeleton-thin mother home.
In my case, after spending one month at the detention center, Policeman Wei Daping
and Li Qiangjun, the director of the Community Office, took me back to the local police
station.
I Should Be the One Who Decides My Own Things
When we arrived at the police station, the head of the police station with the surname
Ran asked me, "Zhong Fangqiong, what is your plan after you go home?" I said, "I will
continue to follow Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance in everything that I say and
do." As soon as he heard that, Ran flew into a rage. He shouted, "Lock her up!" and
quickly left. I stood up from my chair, pounded my fist on the desk, and solemnly said,
"What you said does not count. I am going home today." With those words, I headed
towards the door. Wei Daping did not know how to respond to the sudden development.
He quickly grabbed me and said, "In a short while, we will call your younger brother to
take you home." I replied, "My brother is busy with his business. I will go home by
myself." I sat down with even firmer thoughts of going home. After a while, Wei told
me, "Zhong Fangqiong, why don't you go to the holding room for just a short while? I
will then release you. You need to give some consideration to not making Ran look bad.
Just look at this document that says that we will let you go home and will just monitor
you from there. Ran has already signed the document." I told him, "Not making Ran
look bad? What is not making someone look bad? Who has thought about not making
my teacher look bad? Who has thought about not making Falun Gong look bad? Who
has thought about not making me look bad? In society, I may very well have a more
prestigious position than Ran does. I want to talk to Ran directly." Wei said, "Ran is in a
meeting." I went over to have a look and indeed they were having a meeting. So I went
back to Wei's office, sat on the chair and started to send righteous thought towards Ran.
Around 5 PM, my brother came to pick me up with his motorcycle. Ran said, "Zhong
Fangqiong, I hear your house is very nice. I will go and visit it." That was how I got
back home.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 2

of Part Five

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Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part 5. While the Trees Try to Be Still, the Wind Won't Stop Blowing
Chapter 2: Human Rights Abuses
Stalking
After I returned home, Ran, the head of the local police station, ordered me to call the
police station from my home phone every night at 9 PM so that they would know I was
home. I also had to get permission from them first if I wanted to leave Chengdu city for
any reason. Initially I thought that a Falun Gong practitioner should always think about
other people first and it would not be a big deal to call them every day. I also felt sorry
for them as they were also victims of the persecution by Jiang's regime. So I called them
every night at first.
Since I had not visited my hometown for several years, I wanted to go back there for a
visit during the Chinese New Year. I told Li Qiangjun, the head of the residential
district office, my plan. He told me, "I can not make a decision of whether to allow you
to leave town until I talk to my boss." After the request was approved by many levels of
authorities, I was allowed to visit my hometown under one condition someone from
the residential district office had to go with me. Before the trip, the head of the police
station told me, "When you get there, you have to call me or Mr. Li from your home
phone every day." That way, they could monitor me. (Later on, I realized calling them
or telling them whenever I went was wrong. That is because when I did that, I was
saying that I should be monitored. What did I do wrong that made it necessary for them
to monitor me? What was wrong with wanting to be a better person?)
In March, I had to go to my hometown again to take care of some personal business.
This time, I left Chengdu without telling the police. On the evening before I was
scheduled to go back to Chengdu, I called the police station from my hometown using
my cell phone. Ran was on duty that night. He realized that I was calling him from my
cell phone. He asked me where I was. I replied, "I am in my hometown Jian Yang."
He became angry and raised his voice, "Who allowed you to leave town?" I said: "I
have my rights." Then I hung up the phone.
The next day on my way home, I got many phone calls from Li, the head of the
residential district office. On his last call, he asked me impolitely: "Who told you that
you could leave town?" I turned off the phone after that. After I got home, my mother

told me, "Li Qiangjun came to our home very early in the morning. I told him that you
went to our hometown for personal business and you might be back in the middle of the
day. Li came back around 1 pm and asked me to tell you to go to police station after you
came back. Li came back a 3rd time around 3 pm. He told me that you should be
prepared to bear severe consequences if you didn't visit the police station after you came
home. Finally, he came back around 6 pm. He asked me whether you have returned
home. I told him that you went out after coming back." At around 8 pm he came back to
my home again. He left after he saw me at home.
Restricting My Freedom
From May 2000 until now, the police monitored my home constantly whether I was
home or not. Ran, the head of the Wannian Police Station, told me, "You have to call
the police station from your home phone at 9 pm everyday. You must get our
permission first if you want to go anywhere outside of Chengdu city." I opposed the
order with my righteous thoughts and stopped reporting to the police every day.
In the spring of 2003, I became paralyzed after being tortured by the police (I will talk
about what happened later in the book). On May 11, 2003, I went out for the first time
after I regained the ability to walk. That day, I rode my bicycle to buy a pair of shoes for
my son. A security guard saw me and reported me to the police station. When I returned
home, just as I got to the second floor of my apartment building, I saw several
policemen and Li Qiangjun running toward me. I asked them what they were doing at
my home. They said, "We are here to see you and see how you are." I said, "Thank you
for thinking of me." Li Qiangjun asked me to open the door of my apartment on the
third floor. I said, "You are here to see me. Now you have seen me. Why do you still
want me to open my door to let you in?" Li said, "Let's talk about that after you let us
in." I said, "I'm not going to open the door." Li said, "We will wait here then and see
how long you can be like this." I told him, "All these years, I have treated you as my
friends. I always made tea or prepared fruit for you whenever you visited my home no
matter which excuses you were using. I always told you the truth about the persecution
of Falun Gong. What did I get in return? For the past two years, I have been constantly
jailed. I was tortured badly and I almost lost my life twice. Now I have learned my
lesson. I do not want you to do bad things in my home."
Li Qiangjun asked me in a menacing voice, "Are you going to open the door or not?" I
answered solemnly, "No. Why do you want to get into my house? What good things are
you going to do there other than ransacking the house and kidnapping people?" A
policeman said right away: "We aren't planning to do that today. We aren't planning to
do that. Zhong Fangqiong, don't go to different places left and right anymore. You
know, you have caused Policeman Wei Daping a lot of heartaches. Both he and his wife
have been laid off. His son is the same age as your son." I replied, "I am not the one
who has hurt him. Anyone who persecutes good people will surely face retribution."
The policeman then said: "Director Li, let her be if she doesn't want to open the door.
Let's talk to her out here!" Li Qiangjun said: "OK. Zhong Qiongfang, you listen to me.
From now on, you are not allowed to take even half a step outside of your apartment
complex. Otherwise, be prepared to face the consequences." I asked in return, "Who
made that rule? Show me the paperwork. If there is no paperwork, you should write
your order down on a piece of paper so I will have evidence when I go to appeal your

order. This way, everyone will see who is limiting my freedom." They refused to write
down anything and finally left without getting anywhere.
Several days later, I went out for a walk after dinner and went to the Guomei
Department Store in Wannian Square. The security guard at the apartment complex with
the surname of Chen saw me leaving and asked an old man to follow me. He then called
Li Qiangjun. Li hurried over in a taxi and tried to drag me home by force from the store.
I firmly refused to obey his order. Li ground his teeth and was about to strike m. But he
didn't want people in the store to witness that. So he asked the guard on duty at the
Yinhe Innovation Technology, Inc. to beat me. I said, "Who dares to beat good people?"
The security guard was restrained by my righteous thoughts and couldn't raise his fist
against me. Later on, Li Qiangjun dragged and pushed me towards home. On the way
home, I clarified the facts to him and told him that Jiang Zemin had already been sued
by Falun Gong practitioners in many countries and he himself would receive retribution
if he continued to follow Jiang and do bad deeds. Li Qiangjun said, "I am not afraid of
anything." When we arrived at the main entrance of my apartment complex, Li gave
instructions to the two guards there, Chen and Xia, "Don't let her go out of the
apartment complex. If she doesn't listen, beat her. I will take the responsibility for any
consequence." I asked them in return, "Who dares to beat people? Beating people is a
human rights violation and a crime. What you say doesn't count. I decide how I should
spend the day. I have the right to decide whether I want to go out or not." We argued for
a long time at the main entrance without getting anywhere. Finally Li gave up. He
called a taxi and went home.
300,000 Yuan turned into 11,500 Yuan
During the last several years since Jiang Zemin started the comprehensive suppression
against Falun Gong on July 20, 1999, I have suffered great financial losses. I originally
had more than 700,000 Yuan in personal assets. In addition to purchasing an apartment
unit and a car, between 1994 and 1997 I had put 380,000 Yuan into the secondary stock
market as my retirement fund. In October 1999 when I had practiced Falun Gong for
half a year, I was illegally detained at Jiurucun Detention Center. During that time I
realized that playing with stocks was a disguised form of gambling and I shouldn't
gamble anymore. When I was released 15 days later, I immediately took my stocks to
the market to sell. Because I didn't have enough financial knowledge to handle the
transaction, I had to ask an acquaintance to help me with the matter. However, in the
more than three years that followed, I had been illegally imprisoned for a long period of
time in labor camps, and repeatedly detained in various detention centers. It was not
until 2002 when I was forced to leave home and couldn't support myself financially that
I called the person whom I asked to handle the selling of my stocks. I was told that since
I hadn't been around to tell him what to do, he was only able to sell the stocks that I had
purchased for 380,000 Yuan for 11,500 Yuan. After deducting a total of 10,000 Yuan
for my mother and son's living expenses and various school expenses, I only had 1,500
Yuan left.
I had planned to use 1,350 Yuan of the money to rent a small place for three months and
the remaining 150 Yuan for living expenses. But that money was forcefully taken away
from me when Zhang Zhi, a policeman at Guangrong Police Station in Chengdu city,
led more than ten people in ransacking my apartment. Moreover, because I have been
illegally detained repeatedly during a long period of time over the last several years, I

couldn't use my car and yet I had to pay a high traffic regulation fee every month. So I
had no choice but to sell the car at a price far below its market price.

My Relatives Being Punished Because of Me

In November of 1999, I lost my contract with Chengdu city's Road Construction
Department because I wouldn't promise to stop practicing Falun Gong. I had worked
with that department for 9 years and had been on excellent terms with officials in that
department. But because of Jiang regime's persecution of Falun Gong, they didn't dare
to associate with me anymore. I had been making more than 10,000 Yuan per month. I
was suddenly left with no income. My mother is a retired farm worker and does not
have a pension. Because I had no income to support my family, I decided to find a
renter for my large apartment, which is about 100 square meters in area. My plan was to
rent a tiny place for my mother, my son and me, and use the difference in rent between
the two places to pay for our living expenses.
Under such a difficult circumstance, the local police still refused to leave us alone.
Police officers from the Tiaodenghe Police Station, a security guard from my apartment
complex named Sun Young, and a staff member from the Tiaodenghe Community
District named Liu Yingfang repeatedly harassed and threatened my younger brother at
his small business when they couldn't find me. They told him, "If your sister does not
come back to her apartment, we will issue an arrest warrant for her." They also told my
brother, "We won't allow your sister to rent her apartment out. Whoever rents the room
will be driven out!" For the next several years, the police officers from the police station
maintained continuous surveillance at my apartment to make sure that I wouldn't be able
to rent out or sell my apartment.
Making My Life Difficult in Every Possible Way
At the end of April 2003, my son was about to finish elementary school. He had to have
an official city residence registration before the city would allow him to take the
entrance examination for middle school (he was previously registered with me in my
hometown, a farming village). According to the country's official policy, my son should
be given an official city residence registration for two reasons. First, the city allows
official city residence registrations for two people in any household that purchase a
property bigger than 90 square meters in the city. Secondly, my son's father is an
official resident of the city. But Wei Daping, the policeman in charge of the resident
registration in my district, did everything he could to make the registration difficult. He
told me, "You have yet to receive the official title for your apartment. Therefore, you
can't register anybody under that apartment." It costs about 3,000 Yuan to get the
official title, and I was going to borrow that money from people in order to receive the
official title so that my son could go to middle school. But Wei then told me, "You must
first obtain a national land certificate before you can apply for the official title. You will
need about 20,000 Yuan to obtain that certificate." Because I no longer have any source
of income and I was unable to borrow that much money to obtain the national land
certificate, I couldn't use my apartment to get my son the official city residence
registration.

I decided to ask my brother to talk to my son's father and ask him to get the official city
residence registration for our son (he and I had separated more than 10 years ago). But
his apartment building had been torn down and he was renting a place while waiting for
a new apartment. His official residence registration had been transferred to the same
police station that has jurisdiction over me. It would be easy for the policeman Wei
Daping to register my son under his father. But Wei said, "The police station from your
son's father's district has to certify that he is not a Falun Gong practitioner." After my
son's father obtained that certificate, Wei said, "Your son's father's employer has to
certify that he is not a Falun Gong practitioner." When the second certificate arrived,
Wei said, "The Residence Committee that has jurisdiction over your son's father must
also produce the same certificate." As my son's father was a renter on a short-term lease,
the Resident Committee didn't know him and wouldn't produce the certificate for him.
Oh, heaven! Isn't it clear that Wei was deliberately making it impossible for my son to
get the city residence registration? Why is it that the practice of Falun Gong, which
means cultivating "Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance" and becoming a good
person considered a crime? Why is it that the police have no regard for the legal rights
of a child?
In the end, a middle school allowed my son to go there as long as I could pay an
astronomical amount of money first. I have recently been notified by the school that I
have to pay a lump sum of 10,000 Yuan to the school. If I couldn't come up with that
money, I would have to pay 4,500 Yuan per semester if I want my son to remain in
school. There is no way that I can come up with such a large sum of money. I don't
know what is going to happen to my son. Does it mean that his education is about to
end? He is just a twelve year-old child! There are many Falun Gong practitioners with
young children and many of these children have been deprived of their right to a free
public education. There are numerous families in a situation similar to mine.
Hereby, I appeal to people everywhere to help stop the persecution against my family,
stop the persecution against Falun Gong, and let our children grow up in a happy and
healthy environment.
Threatening My Family Members and Friends
In February 2003, I was tortured by the police and became paralyzed. My elder sister
had just died from an illness. My 70-year-old mother had no time to mourn for my sister
because she had to take care of me. Every night after finishing his homework my then
11-year-old son who was a sixth grader at the time, had to change the diaper that I had
to wear and washed my feet and legs with warm water to maintain blood circulation.
Even while I was bedridden, Wei Daping and a security guard of my apartment complex
with the surname of Chen broke into my apartment. They tried to confiscate my Falun
Gong books and abduct me. We used righteous thoughts to stop their evil conduct, and
got the books back. After they left, my mother told me, "While you were away, they
constantly came here to harass your son and me. One day, Director Li Qiangjun and
Policeman Wei Daping came to our home and tried to force me to pay them 3,000
Yuan. I told them that I didn't even have enough money to buy food. Li said that I could
sell our TV set and washing machine to raise that money."
Wei Daping once personally told me, "I have to support my parents and my son.
Because of that, I have to do what my superiors tell me to do. But if you can pay me

2,000 Yuan per month, I would work for you." Money is clearly the only thing that
people who assist Jiang's regime to persecute Falun Gong care about.
Shortly before April 25, 2003, Wei Daping and Li Qiangjun broke into my home one
day around noon time while I was having lunch. They wanted to take me to the local
police station. I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate the evils behind them and oppose
their arrangement. My son's father and uncle were visiting us at the time. Wei and Li
asked to see their ID cards. My son's uncle said, "Our ID cards are at home." Wei and Li
decided to go to their home to check their ID cards. The four of them left. A short while
later, Wei and Li returned. We refused to open the door. The two of them yelled, kept
pressing the doorbell and repeatedly kicked the door. They finally left when it was clear
that we wouldn't open the door.
On July 22 after 11 AM, I had just left my home. Before I even got out of the apartment
building, I ran into a policeman from the Wan Nianchang Police Station
He wanted me to go back to my apartment and unlock the door. I refused to do that. He
asked me, "Zhong Fangqiong, have you been out of town recently? Do you still have
copies of Falun Gong books at your home?" I replied, "Get out. I go out everyday to
take care of personal affairs. You can see that I am on my way out. You should leave
now." I continued to walk outside and he followed me. When we got outside of the
apartment building, he began to walk in front of me. I saw that the head of the police
station surnamed Ran and other policeman were waiting outside of my apartment
building. They had a police car with them. It was clear that they intended to take me to
the police station. I ran back to my apartment, locked the door, and began to send
righteous thoughts. They finally left after a while.
The police constantly came to my apartment to harass me using a variety of excuses. As
time went on, as soon as we heard the telephone or the doorbell ring, my mother, my
son and I would immediately wonder if it was the police again. My son has suffered a
lot after watching his mother being arrested and taken away from our home repeatedly.
Illegally Confiscating My Family's Property and Imprisoning Me
During the last several years, the police ransacked my home a total of 5 times. Out of
the 5 times, they only had proper paperwork once. They even dared to physically assault
me in front of my neighbors, which they brought in as so-called witnesses for the home
search.
Every time when the police came to arrest me, they not only ransacked my home to take
away Falun Gong related material, they also stole other personal property on the sly. In
September of 2002, I was forced to leave my home to escape from further persecution.
The local police station and the Residence Committee came to ransack my home. We
had a big roll of air-conditioning cable left over from a home remodeling. The director
of the Residence Committee took it with him when they ransacked my home. My
mother asked Policeman Wei Daping about the missing cable again and again, and
finally got it returned to my younger brother. They also stole 570 Yuan that my 11-yearold son had, which was given to him by relatives as the Chinese New Year gift.
Since July 20th, 1999, I have been illegally imprisoned 29 times for a total of 743 days.
A total of 38 different government departments participated in persecuting me. I was

arrested on criminal charges four times and detained for a total of 93 days. I was
detained 10 times for a total of 140 days for "violating public security." I was also
detained at a variety of other places, including the Qingyang District Drug
Rehabilitation Center and the Wannianchang local police station, 13 times for a total of
25 days. I was tortured over a period of 30 days once, and spent 455 days in a labor
camp (more than 3 months longer than the term of my original sentence).
Next, I would like to talk about how I almost died on two separate occasions because of
the persecution by the Jiang regime.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 1

of Part Six

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part 6. Righteous Beliefs of Falun Dafa
Chapter 1: The World of Demons
Police and Bandits

In recent years, there is a popular saying in China, "In the past, bandits hid out inside
remote mountain; nowadays, bandits hide out inside police departments." How terrible
the Chinese society has become!
After some fellow practitioners were arrested for distributing Falun Dafa truth
clarification material, I was implicated. In the morning of April 2, 2002, policeman Wei
Daping took me to the police station under the pretext that I hadn't been calling the
police station every day to report my whereabouts. He told me that he wanted me to go
to the police station to write a pledge that I would start calling the police station every
day from then on. In reality, he just wanted to get me out of the house so the police
could ransack my home while I was gone.
While I was in the police station, more than a dozen people from the local 610 Office in
Chenghua District, the Wannianchang Police Substation, the Neighborhood
Administration Office, the 610 Office in Jianyang City, the State Security Brigade, and
the Police Substation in Yunlong Township ransacked my house completely. They even
looked inside the spittoon on my balcony. When I got home, I found my house had been
turned upside down. A policeman was videotaping my home. Several policemen were
still there going through my boxes and chests. I knew they would walk off with
something (the last time they searched my house, they stole a large buddle of air
conditioner cable that had been left over from when I remodeled my apartment). Then I
found my cell phone was missing. I asked the policemen if they had seen it. Some said
they had never seen it, while others said they had seen a cell phone just now but did not
know where it had gone. Later they asked Wei Daping and another policeman to drag
me down from my third-floor apartment. Both my knees and the backs of my feet were
badly scraped. While thy dragged me, I cried out loudly, "The police is abducting a
good person!"
There was a teahouse outside my apartment building. Many people gathered to watch
what was going on. I took advantage of the opportunity to clarify the truth about Falun

Gong to them. I told them how the Tiananmen self-Immolation incident was staged. I
also told them how the Sichuan Province TV Station had fabricated a story about me to
slander Falun Gong and how the police had just stolen my cell phone.
What the policemen dreaded the most was having me clarify the truth about Falun
Gong. The evil is afraid of being exposed. So they tried to push me into a police car. I
tried my best to hold my ground and continued to clarify the truth to the people who had
gathered to watch what was going. The police tore off the collar of my dress during the
pushing and shoving. Later they sent me to the Jianyang City Detention Center by force
(The police did return my cell phone in the end and leave it in another room in my
apartment. But they stole 570 yuan that my 11-year-old son had received from relatives
for the Chinese New Year).
Repaying Kindness with Enmity
Once the police drove me to the Jianyang City Detention Center, I refused to go inside
because I felt that I had done nothing wrong. All I've ever wanted to do is to be a good
person. Finally Zheng Yongqiang, the director of the detention center, gave my back a
hard kick and kicked me into the detention center.
After I was locked up inside a prison cell, I refused to answer the roll call and memorize
detention center regulations. Instead I spent the day practicing the Falun Gong
exercises, reciting passages from Falun Gong books, and sending righteous thoughts. A
policeman with the surname of Huang ordered a security guard with the surname of
Yuan to put cuffs around my hands and feet. I still tried to kindly reason with them. I
told them, "I am not a criminal. Practicing exercises and wanting to be a good person is
not a crime. For the sake of your own future, I suggest you treat Falun Gong
practitioners kindly." Policewoman Huang responded, "How dare you say anything to
me!" Then she told Yuan to cuff my hands and feet together. As a result, I could not
straighten my back or eat.
Master Li taught us, "Every person you come into contact with in society is someone to
clarify the truth to, and what's manifest in clarifying the truth is Dafa disciples' mercy
and their salvation of the world's people."(Essential For Further Advancement II, To
All Students at the Nordic Fa Conference). Master Li also said, "You've done very well
in clarifying the truth to the people of the world. At the same time, I can tell you that
this is also magnificent and merciful. It looks like we're giving a flyer to an everyday
person, and it appears that we're telling everyday people what the truth is. Let me tell
you, when this Fa-rectification matter is over, humankind will enter the next stage, and
those people and beings who in their minds think that the Great Fa of the cosmos isn't
good will be the first weeded out. It's because no matter how bad some beings in the
cosmos are, they are even worse, for what they're against is the Fa of the cosmos,"
("Guiding the Voyage," "Teaching the Fa at the Great Lakes Fa Conference in North
America")
So even though I was treated badly in the detention center, I tried my best to write down
how Falun Gong had miraculously cured my illnesses and how I have been persecuted
during the last several years for practicing Falun Gong. I gave my article to
Policewoman Huang in person, and asked her to pass it on to Director Zhong. I hoped
that by reading my article they would come to see Falun Gong in a positive light and

treat Dafa practitioners kindly. After they read my article, instead of showing me
kindness and sympathy, they threatened me, "You have been detained for more than 10
times. It seems that you got out each time through holding hunger strikes. This time
things will be different. Just wait and see."
They cuffed my hands and feet for a long time. I was left with no other choice but to
hold a hunger strike in protest. Four days after I started my hunger strike, they began to
force-feed me savagely. Security Guard Yuan pulled me out of bed. Seven or eight men
then grabbed me and pushed me down on a narrow piece of board. Some of them
grabbed my head, hands and feet, some pinched my neck, while others pinched my nose
until I could not move. Then they tried to insert a plastic tube as thick as my little finger
into my stomach. Because the tube was too thick, they had a lot of difficulty trying to
push the tube down my throat. I vomited a large amount of blood and began to foam at
the mouth. I couldn't stop tears from flowing down my face. When they finally got the
tube inside my stomach, they stuffed a large amount of cornmeal paste inside me and
didn't stop until the paste started to come out of my nose.
Sometimes I thought to myself, "Sentient beings, how can you be so muddle-headed?
What Falun Dafa disciples are doing is to save people. Yet you torture them so cruelly.
Do you know how big a crime you have committed?" No wonder the well-known
Immortal, Lu Dongbin once said, "I'd rather save an animal than a human being." It is
so hard for human beings to be saved.
It Is All Jiang Zemin's Fault
In order to make me tell them where the Falun Gong material the police had found in
my home came from and where it was supposed to go to as well as force me to give up
my practice of Falun Gong, the police from Yunlong Township Police Station tried
everything they could think of. They even found my first boyfriend and brought him to
see me. When he saw me walking into the room slowly with cuffs around my hands and
feet, he was shocked. He knows I am a kind-hearted and upright person. He asked the
security guard, "What crime has she committed? Why have you tortured her so badly?
You can see rust on her wrists from the handcuffs that she is wearing. Yet you are still
making her wear the cuffs." The security guard answered, "She refused to abide by the
prison regulations. She has practiced Falun Gong exercises, shared experiences with
other Falun Gong practitioners and held a hunger strike." My first boyfriend felt very
sad and told me, "If you promise to give up Falun Gong, I can post the bail and get you
out immediately. The police here are my friends. Why do you want to suffer more
torture here?" I thanked him but told him that I couldn't go against my conscience and
do what he suggested.
The next time they tried to force-feed me, security guard Yuan threatened me, "If you
still refuse to eat, I will make your first boyfriend pay 50 Yuan each time we have to
force-feed you. If that doesn't work, I will bring your cousin in and make him force-feed
you himself." My cousin once worked in Yunlong Township as a policeman and had
transferred to Jianyang City a long time ago. One day a policeman came to do a roll
call. All the other inmates in the cell stood on the ground and took turn calling out their
numbers. When they finished, the head of the cell told the policeman, "There is still one
more sitting on the bed." The policeman asked me, "Why don't you come down and
participate in the roll call?" I answered, "I am not a criminal." I then raised my head to

look the policeman in the eyes and blurted out, "Cousin!" It turned out that my cousin
had been transferred to the detention center. We hadn't seen each other for several years
and saw each other again under such circumstances.
The next time I talked to him, I tried my best to clarify the truth about Falun Gong to
him. He said, "I can do nothing to help you. Falun Gong cases are special. Other people
are in charge of your case. I used to be so envious of you for everything you had
accomplished. I would have never dreamed that you would fall into such a plight."
I answered, "That is all Jiang Zemin's fault."
Death-penalty Bed
In the Jianyang City Detenion Center, I was tied onto a torture device called the "death
penalty bed" for a long period of time. The "death penalty bed" is a piece of metal panel
with small holes for ropes to go through. It is very narrow and only has enough room
for one person to lie down with hands tucked tightly next to the body. There is a big
hole in the place where one's buttock lies so the excrement can drop down. The guards
tied me tightly into the bed with my face up. The rope was as thick as a chopstick and
made of hemp. Two men tied a long rope from my neck to my arms and then tied a knot
on the bed. Then they wound the rope many times around my body as if I was a piece of
roasted meat. If I moved my head a little bit, the rope would dig hard into my neck.
After they tied me up like that, my arms soon began to ache, and then my neck and back
began to ache too. Each day felt like a year. Other than going to the restroom, I was tied
to the bed day and night. I tried to bear the agony by sending righteous thoughts and
reciting Teacher's article. Teacher said, "Cultivation is hard. It's hard in that even when
a terrible calamity strikes, even when evil madly persecutes, and even when your life is
at stake, you still have to be able to steadfastly continue on your path of cultivation
without letting anything in human society interfere with the steps you take on your path
of cultivation."(Essential for Further Advancement II, "Path")
Later on, after they force-fed me, they would not allow me to go to the bathroom to
relieve myself in order to cause me more pain. I felt my bladder was about to burst. My
forehead was covered with sweat, and even my underwear became soaked from the
sweat. I asked inmates in my cell to untie me so I could use the bathroom. My request
was met with a brutal beating. Li Ying, a prisoner who was the head of the cell,
punched my chest with her fists. Another drug dealer who had been sentenced to death
hit my head with her handcuffs. I tried to eliminate the evil elements behind them by
sending righteous thoughts while also telling them sincerely, "You should preserve your
virtue. You will have to pay back for the bad things you do." The two of them continued
to hit me and shouted, "Since you are cultivating 'Truthfulness-CompassionForbearance,' you should endure this." When they were done with the beating, the
handcuffs they were wearing left two small holes on my head. Blood flew down along
my neck and soaked my clothes and pillow. Policeman Fan came in and saw what had
happened. He said, "It serves you right. Nobody told you to embark on a hunger strike."
The inmmates dared to beat me like that because they knew the guards would condone
it.

Around noon on the same day, the security guard with the surname of Yuan who had
treated me so cruelly came in to see Li Ying and said pitifully, "I am leaving." Li asked
him, "Where are you going?" He replied, "I do not know. I will visit you later after my
friends help me to find another job." Obviously he had received retribution for his bad
deeds and had been fired from his job.
I held a hunger strike for half a month. During that time, I didn't eat or drink anything.
My wounds became worse and worse. I was dying. To avoid being held accountable for
my death, the detention center notified the Jianyang City District Court and the State
Security Brigade. After receiving confirmation from several sources that I was dying,
the detention center notified the police in the Wannianchang Police Station and Li
Qiangjun from the Neighborhood Administration Office to bring me back to Chengdu
City.
To cover its crime, the Jianyang City Detention Center did not allow anybody to see my
wounds. But when the police from Chengdu City came to bring me back, I was carried
out while wearing only a low-collar T-shirt (I didn't have a jacket). Wei Daping, the
policeman from Wanninchang Police Station, found a lot of bloodstains on my head and
neck. He asked me, "What is going on?" I answered, "I was beaten by two prisoners."
Director Zhong retorted: "Who dared to hit you?" From what he said, it was clear that
he didn't want to take responsibility for what had happened and tried to deny everything.
Wei Daping wrote down the names of the two prisoners who had hit me and then
brought me back to Chengdu.
Becoming Destitute and Homeless
After I was brought back from Jianyang City Detention Center, the police station asked
me to sign a criminal detention notification form with the box "arrested" checked. At 7
PM that same night, they sent me to No. 6 hospital. I saw through their plan they
planned to send me back to prison after I recovered in the hospital. I opposed their
arrangement firmly and demanded to go home.
After I left the hospital, the police station assigned Huang from Neighborhood
Administration Office to live in my home to watch me day and night. Teacher said in
"A Message": "Everything that Dafa disciples do at present is resisting the persecution
of Dafa and Its disciples. Clarifying the truth, at the same time as exposing the evil,
restrains the evil and lessens the persecution; and exposing the evil is at the same time
purging from people's minds the poison of the evil's lies and deception--it is saving
people. This is the grandest mercy, because in the future several billion people are to
obtain the Fa, and if people's minds contain thoughts that resist Dafa, once this evil
drama is over a large number of human beings will begin to be weeded out, and people
who have a predestined relationship to obtain the Fa or even a larger number of
innocent people might be weeded out. Therefore, everything we are currently doing is
magnificent, is merciful, and is consummating the end of our path. "(Essentials for
Further Advancement, "A Message"). To help make more people know about the
persecution to Falun Gong and have a good future, I asked Teacher's help to escape
from Huang's watch so I could go out to clarify the truth about Falun Gong and save
sentient beings.

The opportunity soon came. One day Huang asked me to go to the farmer's market to
buy some vegetables with her. I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate evil elements
behind her and asked Teacher's help. I asked to be able to freeze Huang so I could leave
to do the three things Master Li has told us to do. Everything happened as I expected. In
that afternoon, I left my 70-year-old mother and 11-year-old son with a heavy heart and
became destitute and homeless.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 2

of Part Six

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part 5. Righteous Beliefs of Falun Dafa
Chapter 2: Torture and Incapacitation

Running into a Spy

After I was forced to leave my home to avoid further persecution, I rented an apartment
on my own. The address of the apartment is Building No. 22, Apt # 6 on Guangrong
West Road, Chengdu City. I was illegally arrested and abducted from the apartment on
December 9, 2002. This is what happened:
I went back to drive a truck in order to support myself. On December 9th, after I
delivered goods in Chengdu city's North Railway Station, I returned home around 2:30
PM. When I got home, I saw a young man sitting near the entrance of the bike holding
area of my apartment building. He had a bag across his shoulder. He looked vaguely
familiar to me. But I didn't pay too much attention to him. I thought I might have seen
him at the local stock market before I began to practice Falun Gong. So I parked my
bike and went upstairs carrying my purse and several grocery bags. The young man
followed me upstairs. I felt a little uneasy. So I put my grocery on the ground and
stopped to tie my shoelaces to give him a chance to pass me. But he stopped behind me.
I knew something was wrong. I started walking again and began to send righteous
thoughts. He followed me all the way to my apartment. When we arrived outside of my
apartment, I stopped. He told me to unlock my door. I responded, "I do not know who
you are. Why should I open my door for you?" He immediately took out his police ID
badge from his pocket. He then pushed me onto the ground, pulled both of my hands
behind my back, and pressed one of his knees against my back. I yelled out loudly, "An

evil person is arresting and persecuting a good person!" In the mean time, a large
number of policemen rushed upstairs. They took my key from me. I cried out, "You can
not open the door." The police fumbled with my lock for a long time and finally
managed to unlock the door. A fellow practitioner who had been released from prison
just a week earlier after being on a hunger strike for 3 months was inside the apartment
and was also arrested.
The police pulled both of my hands behind my back, jerked them up as far as they
would go, and tied them together. They then threw me down onto the icy floor of my
living room, and tied both of my feet together. Policeman Zhang Zhi sealed my mouth
with a wide plastic tape and then covered my head with a black plastic bag. Several
policemen carried me downstairs and threw me into a police car like a gunnysack. I was
brought to the Guangrong Community Police Station. A policeman slapped me on the
face, and then pushed me onto the ground. I was covered with mud and dust, and my
face was almost as black as that of a coal miner. After more than an hour, I was
transferred to the 4th floor of Baifurong Hotel and detained there illegally.
The Power of Righteous Thoughts
A group of people from the local 6-10 Office tried to interrogate me inside the hotel
room. One person from the 6-10 Office told the police, "Do not let her sit on the
windowsill. She might jump out of the window." I was handcuffed to a chair inside a
room on the 4th floor of the hotel. The police from Guangrong Community Police
Station watched me 24 hours a day, and did not allow me to sleep.
I asked Teacher's help and sent righteous thoughts. I sent righteous thoughts to prevent
the places where practitioners were printing truth-clarification material from being
discovered by the police, to prevent more practitioners from being arrested, and to help
more people learn the truth about Falun Gong. I also wanted to get out so I could expose
the spy who had arrested me and stop him from betraying more practitioners and doing
more bad deeds.
To make me answer their questioning, policeman Xie Hansheng (male, in his early 30s)
punched me hard with his fists. When he got too tired to use his fists, he kicked me
violently. When he got too tired to kick me, he hit the back of my hand with a knife
handle. He still wasn't satisfied. So he took off my shoes and used the heel of one of my
shoes to beat me. He cursed while beating me: "Speak! Otherwise I will kill you. When
a Falun Gong practitioner dies in police custody, it is always classified as a suicide. We
will cremate you immediately. Will you speak or not?" Since I still kept silence, he went
on railing and cursing Teacher. I was beat to the point where I had purple and blue
patches all over my body. I was unable to walk on my own. When I went to the
bathroom, I had to support myself by putting one hand against the wall.
At that time, Teacher hadn't published the article "Stop the Evil Acts with Righteous
Thoughts." But I knew for certain that Dafa disciples should not be persecuted by evil in
such a way. I asked for Teacher's help. I then sent righteous thoughts to eliminate all
evil elements behind the policeman Xie Hansheng and transfer all the pain that I was
experiencing onto Xie's body. Under the effect of righteous thoughts, he probably began
to feel pain as he was beating me because he kept shifting the position of his body.
Within half a day, he stopped beating me all together and didn't even dare to come near

me. Once other policemen asked him to come inside the room and eat some fruit. He
came in, grabbed a piece of fruit and left immediately. He dared not face me at all. This
reminds me of what Teacher said in "The Chill of Autumn's Winds,"
"The evil ones should think twice about their flagrant savagery,
When Heaven and Earth are bright again, down to the boiling cauldron they go;
Punches and kicks do little to change people's hearts,
Violent winds usher in an autumn with even harsher chill."
(Essentials for Further Advancement II, "The Chill of Autumn's Winds")
I know that the evil people will receive just punishment in the end.
Hovering between Life and Death
Since my menses came that day, I asked a young policewoman named Cai Qiong to buy
some sanitation pads for me. I told him that she could deduct the money she spent on
the pads from the 300 yuan the police had taken from my home. She bought the pads.
But she told me that she wouldn't give them to me unless I told her where the Falun
Gong truth-clarification material the police had found in my home came from and
where it was supposed to go as well as the names and addresses of all Falun Gong
practitioners associated with the material. I refused to give her that information so she
wouldn't give the pads to me. My pants were soaked with blood. She realized that I was
not going to tell her anything and finally gave the pads to me.
The police handcuffed me to the chair for a long time while not allowing me to get any
sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, the police would cruelly pour cold water on me.
An overweight young man from Luzhou City, a student from a police academy, was
there as an intern. He used a torture device made of hard plastic in the shape of a shoe
with a width of about 2 inches and a length of about a foot to beat me. He lit up a
cigarette and blew the smoke from the cigarette into my nostrils. He also poured alcohol
on my face. Tears came from my eyes because of the irritation from the alcohol. When
his assignment was up and he was on his way back to Luzhou City, he told other
policemen, "As soon as she gives in, call me! I will be waiting for the good news. I do
not believe she can hold out much longer."
When policeman Dan Xuejun came on duty, I tried to clarify the truth about Falun
Gong to him. He said, "We are aiming to destroy your will by depriving your sleep." I
responded, "It will never work. It has no effect on me." He ordered student policemen
Yan Lu and Guo Qing to do everything possible to torture me. At that point, I had been
on a hunger strike for 5 days. The three policemen tortured me all night. When they
were done with me, I felt I was no longer capable of holding any thought in my head.
During the next several days, my mind was blank. From time to time, I thought of
Teacher's poem "Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions:"
"A Great Enlightened Being does not fear hardship
Having forged an adamantine will
And with no attachment to living or dying
He walks his path of Fa-rectification openly and nobly."

When I was in police custody, I spent most of my time clarifying the truth to the police
and sending righteous thoughts. I was not allowed to get any sleep and I didn't have
opportunities to recite the Fa. I was so tired that the furniture in the hotel room started to
look like the furniture in my own home, and I could not tell north from south. I said to
myself, "If I let this continue, I won't be able to hold out much longer." So I steeled my
heart and shut my eyes to sleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, the policemen began to shake me violently. They also hit
my head and my face with wet towels and poured cold water on my face (it was
December). I heard Dan Xuejun telling the two other policemen, "Shake her! Use all
your strength to shake her. Bring a tub of cold water and pour it down her face! More
water! Don't let her pass out." I could feel them moving around, pouring water on me,
beating me with wet towels, and breathing heavily. After that I lost consciousness.
I did not know when I regained consciousness. But when I woke up, I found myself wet
from head to toe. Even my wrist was dyed red from the red sweater I was wearing.
When a policewoman came in the morning to take over the shift, she not only felt no
sympathy for me, she also cursed me loudly.
That night, policeman Li Ke presented me with a formal arrest and detention order. I
refused to comply with it. A policeman who appeared to be in charge asked me "Let me
ask what you want then." I told him, "I want to go home." He flew into a rage and
gnashed his teeth, "You haven't answered any of our questions, and yet you still want to
go home. I will be on duty tonight. Wait and see how I will punish you."
I sent righteous thoughts and asked for Teacher's help. I felt that I could not stay there to
be persecuted further anymore. After I firmly sent righteous thoughts for a long period
of time, the handcuffs on my right hand felt off. . Soon the handcuff on my left hand fell
off too. I waited for my chance to leave.
At 5 AM, the police did a shift change. Guo Qing, a student policeman, and another
policeman took over. I kept on sending righteous thoughts to make the two of them fall
sleep. At about 7 AM, they at last fell asleep. I was afraid they would wake up if I tried
to leave by opening the door. I felt my chance of getting out was higher if I jumped out
of the window. So I supported myself by pushing a hand against the wall and walked
across the room while bending low. I then put on my shoes, climbed on to the
windowsill, and jumped off the 4th floor window without any hesitation. After that, all I
remembered was someone shouting, "Pinch her Renzhong acupuncture point to
resuscitate her." I lost consciousness then.
At about 5 PM, I regained conscious. I found myself lying inside a police car. There
was a policeman outside the car guarding me. But apparently they didn't get any
medical help for me. Was I lying inside the car for 9 hours from 8 AM to 5 PM? Is it
possible that they were waiting for me to die and were planning to cremate me secretly
after I died? I don't know the answers to those questions.
The police did send me to a hospital around 6 PM. Because my injury was so serious,
the first hospital refused to admit me. The police had to send me to a special orthopedics
hospital on Yihuan Road of Chengdu City. Later on, a student policeman told me that

the only reason they sent me to the hospital was because people who had gathered to
watch what was going had called for an ambulance for me.
All Kinds of Tribulations Coming Down at Once
After examining me, the doctors told me that my pelvis and my right leg were fractured,
and I was paralyzed from the waist down. The chief of the hospital with the surname of
Yang said, "Your stomach is full of blood from internal bleeding. We need to do an
operation on you." I told him, "I don't have the money for the operation." Director Yang
answered, "You got injured during your time at the police station. So the police have
given the hospital 20,000 Yuan already." I felt bad that the hard-earned money of the
Chinese people were being squandered in such a way. The hospital ended up not
operating on me because the anesthesiologist felt the surgery would be too risky.
The doctors once applied some medication on my leg. But instead of helping me, the
medication only made my leg worse. A large hole appeared on my leg and it became
infected. After that, the doctors didn't dare to put any meditation on me anymore. They
also gave me some steroids. Dr. Yang became very puzzled, "All other patients who
take this gain weight. Why are you the exception?"
In the hospital I clarified the truth about Falun Gong to everyone I met and continued to
send righteous thoughts. Once I told the man who was assigned to guard me the truth
about Falun Gong. I told him that the news on TV and newspapers about Falun Gong
were all forged and he shouldn't listen to the lies. He answered directly, "Right now
everything other than the date on the newspaper is false."
Every day the police from the Guangrong Community Police Station took turns
watching me. They tied me to the hospital bed 24 hours a day. To protest the
persecution, I went on a hunger strike for 24 days straight in the hospital. They placed a
force-feeding tube inside my stomach, which made me uncomfortable. I refused to bear
such persecution. Under the effect of righteous thoughts, the person watching me said to
me, "You smell terrible!" The doctor and nurse also said the same thing. So the police
agreed to let me clean myself with a wet towel. They finally took out the tube. I saw the
tube had turned to black because it had been inside of me for too long. A nurse said to
me, "You'd better start eating. If you continue your hunger strike, we will still have to
force-feed you." When I still refused to eat, the nurse asked the doctor to insert the tube
into my stomach again. But the doctor answered, "Her stomach has atrophied. It is
dangerous to insert a tube in her stomach."
By then, I was as thin as a rail. My weight dropped from 55 kilogram to 30 kilogram.
The skin was peeling off everywhere on my body, including my face. My lip was
cracked and as hard as a walnut. Both of my legs turned purple and were too swollen to
wear pants. Both heels of my feet had become infected and oozed with pus. The nurses
tried to find a blood vessel large enough to run an IV line through but couldn't find
anything because my blood vessels had atrophied. In order to find a suitable blood
vessel, the nurses cut a long incision on my wrist that required three stitches to close but
still couldn't find anything. They finally had to call in the head nurse who had been on
vacation. After searching for a long time, she did find a suitable blood vessel. Since it
was so difficult for them to find a suitable blood vessel, they decided to run the IV 24
hours a day.

To shirk responsibility from my impending death, the Guangrong Community Police

Station notified the Jinniu District 610 office about my case. After confirming that I was
in critical condition, the 610 office allowed the police from the Guangrong Community
Police Station to send me home on a stretcher inside an ambulance in the morning of
January 10, 2003.
At that point, my lower body was still paralyzed and I could not take care of myself.
When I was in hospital, the nurses used a catheter to drain my urine and I had no bowel
movements because I had been on a hunger strike. When I got home, I began to eat but I
couldn't urinate. I was holding so much urine inside of me that my belly swelled up like
a balloon and I was in excruciating pain. I also could not make a bowel movement for
10 or 15 days. The resulting pain was very hard to endure. I could only eat a couple of
bites at a time before I had to stop because of the pain. Seeing how much pain I was in,
my family members often cried behind my back. My back was also hurting a lot and my
heels were also still infected and oozing pus.

<I>Weathering the Storm</I>, Chapter 3

of Part Six and Epilogue

Prose

Author:
Zhong Fangqiong
[PureInsight.org]
Part 6. Righteous Beliefs of Falun Dafa
Chapter 3: A Divine Miracle

[PureInsight.org]
After I was carried home, I couldn't get out of the bed. Every day my 70-year-old
mother and 11-year-old son had to care for me. I persisted in studying the Fa and
sending righteous thoughts every day. My elderly mother and my young son also took
very good care of me. Soon a miracle happened to me yet again. Just one month later, I
was able to sit up on my own. Two months later, I was able to stand on my own and
practice the Falun Gong exercises. Three months later, I was able to walk again.
In the beginning of September of 2003, I bought some fruits, watermelon seeds and
candies and rode my bicycle to visit the doctors and nurses at the orthopedic hospital
who had cared for me. When I arrived at the entrance to the hospital, I happened to run
into the chief of the hospital, Dr. Yang Shenwen. When I greeted him, he was no longer
able to recognize me. I said, "I am the Falun Gong practitioner with the leg injury that

you treated." He said, "Oh, it is you! How could you recover without getting your leg
amputated? How did you get cured?" I told him, "It is from practicing Falun Gong. I
came specifically to talk you and other medical staff at the hospital. Could you bring me
inside to see everyone?"
He was very glad to take me to the doctors' office on the 2nd floor of the hospital. As
soon as we got there, he said, "Look who is here!" There were several doctors and
nurses in the office but none of them recognized me. I went up to them and introduced
myself, "I am Zhong Fangqiong, the Falun Gong practitioner who used to occupy the
#11 hospital bed, the one with a fractured pelvis and a broken leg. I came today to thank
you for taking such good care of me when I was hospitalized." Everyone was shocked
that the person standing in front of them was me.
Chief Yang asked in amazement, "Your leg is fine now? Take a few steps and show
me."
I walked up and down inside the office twice. When he saw how normal my legs were
following, he asked in amazement, "Which hospital did you go to get such good results
after you left us?"
I told him, "I didn't get any treatment after I left here. After I went home, I persisted in
practicing the Falun Gong exercises and reading the Falun Gong books. It took only
three months before I could walk again."
Chief Yang said, "It is a miracle that you can reach such a stage in your recovery in a
very period of time. I wouldn't have believed it was possible if I had not seen you with
my own eyes today."
A nurse named Liu Min said, "Her pelvis was completely fractured. It is unbelievable
that she recovered so well. Since Falun Gong is so good, you should just practice it at
home."
I answered, "Yes! Every single person who understands what Falun Gong is about and
has come in contact with Falun Gong practitioners knows that Falun Gong is good. That
is why there are so many Falun Gong practitioners out there. But because there are too
many people who practice Falun Gong, Jiang Zemin became jealous and began to
persecute Falun Gong. He even branded it an evil cult. I used to suffer from an incurable
blood vessel tumor. I spent decades and tens of thousands of yuan visiting different
hospitals and trying to find a cure for my condition. Despite all my efforts, my condition
only worsened. After a surgeon removed one of my major blood vessels by mistake, I
developed a serious cerebrovascular disease and as a result suffered from temporary
blindness from time to time. All my diseases miraculously went away within a few short
months after I began to practice Falun Gong. Before the persecution started, I used to be
an honest and hardworking businesswoman. I didn't go out much and spent most of my
spare time taking care of my elderly mother and young son. All I did was to use the time
that other people used to watch TV and play Mahjong to practice the Falun Gong
exercises and read the Falun Gong books. Just because of that, the police illegally sent
me to prison and used methods that are unimaginable to ordinary people to torture me.
The last time I was arrested, I had just finished delivering a truckload of goods from the
Northern Train Station. I was arrested even before I got inside of my home. Think about

it! What happened to my 70-year-old mother and 11-year-old son while I was arrested
and tortured? What is going to happen to countless people like you who don't know the
truth about Falun Gong and have been deceived by lies told in the newspapers and on
TV? As a Falun Gong practitioner, as a particle of Falun Gong, I will do everything I
can, even if it means that I have to give my life, to clarify the truth about our being
persecuted to the world's people, and tell people about the beauty and extraordinariness
of Falun Gong so that more people will have opportunities to learn about the truth of us
being persecuted."
Liu Min said, "In that case, when you were injured after your fall, you shouldn't have
held a hunger strike. Why did you have to torture yourself like that? If a person doesn't
have his health, he has nothing. You were so stupid!"
I told her, "Everyone knows how precious life is. Everyone cherishes one's own life. We
Falun Gong practitioners also cherish our lives. We love living and also want to enjoy
our lives with our families. But we also know that the shining principle of 'Truthfulness
Compassion Forbearance' is worthy of safeguarding with our lives. Waking up the sense
of righteousness and conscience of our fellow Chinese people is the most precious thing
because it is the fundamental reason why human beings can exist as human beings.
Falun Gong practitioners try to wake people up by exposing evil and clarifying the
truth. If more people can be awakened, those Falun Gong practitioners who have given
their lives for this effort won't have died in vain, and all the hardships that I've endured
won't have been for nothing either."
Liu Min then said, "Why didn't you tell us this earlier? If you had told us this earlier,
you wouldn't have suffered so much." Chief Yang said, "She was watched by the police
24 hours a day. She never had a chance to talk to us before."
They finally said, "If we hadn't seen you today with our own eyes, we would have
believed what the newspapers and TV say about Falun Gong is true."
I was very glad that they have learned the truth.
After some of my experiences of being tortured were published on the Internet in March
of 2004, Hao Wuyuan, the head of the Politics and Law Committee of the Chenghua
District, twice took people from his office as well as policemen from the Tiaodenghe
Police Station to harass my younger brother at his business. They pretended to be kind
and told him, "Tell your second sister to move back home. We won't bother her." Then
they secretly went to my hometown trying to track me down. Why did they have to lie
like that?
Currently, I am still forced to live outside and go into hiding. Every time my poor
mother manages to see me secretly, I can only stay for a couple of minutes. My poor
son never had a father growing up, and now is forced to live with his mother due to the
Jiang regime's persecution of Falun Gong. But all of us firmly believe that the clouds
will never be able to cover up the sun forever, and Jiang regime's deceitful lies will be
exposed to the public. We believe that the day when all three of us will be reunited as a
family will come soon.
The End

http://www.minghui.org/mh/articles/2004/7/23/79565.html
Epilogue: Things I Wish to Say to Everyone
Dear readers, after reading my story, you might want to say, "If you think Falun Gong is
good for you, you should have just practice it secretly in your home. Why do you have
to write your story and tell everyone about it?"
To respond to your question, I would like to quote a passage from one of my Teacher's
articles titled "Rationality." He said, "All of this is your goodness (shan) made manifest,
and it is what evil fears most, as those who attack goodness are bound to be evil. The
actions they are now adopting in the persecution of Dafa and its students are extremely
evil and shameful, and they fear these will be exposed. You must let the world's people
know about their evilnessthis is saving people as well." (From "Rationality" in
Essentials for Further Advancement II.)
Please calm down for a moment and think about my personal testimony. Don't you find
my personal experience of practicing Falun Gong exactly opposite to what the media in
China has portrayed? And I am not the only person who has benefited from the
wonderful cultivation practice of Falun Gong. Falun Gong has been spread all over the
world and is warmly received by people from over 609 countries worldwide.
Governments around the world have awarded Falun Gong with more than 12,000
proclamations as of May 2004. Mr. Li Hongzhi's books of Falun Gong have been
translated into 30 different languages and have been circulating around the world. It is
obvious that people and governments around the world approve of Falun Gong and can
identify with Falun Gong, except the Chinese Communist government. Jiang Zemin and
his henchmen are the only regime that bans Falun Gong and persecute Falun Gong's
followers. As of February 16, 2005, more than 1,374 practitioners have been verified as
being tortured to death in China. However, according to the Chinese Communist
government's official internal statistics, the actual number of practitioners who died
after being arrested had already reached 1,600 by the end of 2001. In addition, there are
at least 6,000 Falun Gong practitioners who have been illegally sentenced to prison.
Over 100,000 Falun Gong practitioners have been sentenced to forced labor camps.
Thousands of practitioners have been forcefully sent to psychiatric hospitals to be
tortured with drug injections that damage the central nervous system. Large groups of
Falun Gong practitioners have been forcefully sent to local brainwashing classes, where
they have been subjected to both physical and mental torture. Many more practitioners
have been severely beaten and had large sums of money extorted from them by socalled "law-enforcement officials." Female practitioners incarcerated in prisons, forced
labor camps or in Chinese police's custodies have been repeatedly subjected to rape,
gang rape or many forms of sexual molestation. The Chinese authorities have subjected
pregnant practitioners to abortion and even late-term abortion in order to incarcerate
them in prisons for an indefinite period of time. Large numbers of Falun Gong
practitioners are being beaten to death, injured, and their families are broken up when
they have to leave home and go from place to place because of the persecution, just like
me. Millions of Falun Gong practitioners' families, relatives, good friends and
colleagues are also implicated and brainwashed to varying degrees.
It is my sincere wish that you would try to understand Falun Gong and its followers.
They are decent people like me who try to become better and better. How can Jiang

Zemin possibly justify his persecution against Falun Gong practitioners? They have
done nothing but to tell people the truth that Falun Gong is good based on their
firsthand experience of practicing Falun Gong. I urge you not to fall prey to Jiang
Zemin and his henchmen's vicious lies about Falun Gong. Those lies were created
precisely to justify and sustain their persecution of Falun Gong practitioners. I also urge
you not to blindly follow others when they slander Falun Gong and Falun Gong
practitioners. Falun Gong practitioners are a group of kind, decent people who will
never do any type of harm to other people or to themselves. In today's degenerate world,
we can really have more Truth, Compassion and Forbearance, which are the three
fundamental principles that Mr. Li Hongzhi requires of his disciples. In fact, the entire
world, except for China, knows that Falun Gong is good. Since you have the precious
opportunity to read my story, I would like to take the opportunity to ask you to be kind
to Falun Gong and its followers. To be kind to us is to kind to yourself ultimately. If
you have not already heard the news, multiple lawsuits have been filed in the United
States, Canada, Germany, Spain, Korea, Belgium and many different countries
worldwide against Jiang Zemin and his key henchmen for their genocide and torture
against Falun Gong practitioners, as well their crimes against humanity. People with
righteous spirits worldwide have established "Global Coalition to Bring Jiang [Zemin]
to Justice" and will not stop until they bring Jiang Zemin and his henchmen to justice
for their participation in the persecution against Falun Gong.
Finally, I hope that you will soon come to your senses and accept the truth about Falun
Gong. Please be kind to Falun Gong and its practitioners and take the right stand. I wish
you and your family a bright and wonderful future.
Attachment:
The following is a list of Chinese organizations and individuals who participate in the
persecution against Falun Gong.
Legend:
"&": People who directly persecute Falun Gong practitioners.
"#": People who need to know the truth about Falun Gong.
China's Country code: 866
Chengdu City's telephone area code: 28
Tiaodenghe Police Station: 84126643
Ms. Liu Yingfang at Tiaodenghe Community: 13666190200 (#)
Mr. Sun Yong, a domicile policeman: 13881936443 (#)
Guangrong Small District Police Station: 87656434
Mr. Li, Head of Guangrong Small District Police Station: 89845906, 13708055906 (#)
Mr. Zhang Zhi, policeman from Guangrong Small District Police Station: 88012728 (#)
Deputy Head of Guangrong Small District Police Station: 88151930 (#)
Wannianchang Police Station: 84457853
Mr. Wei Daping, a domicile policeman: 88035031 (&)
Mr. Li Qiangjun, the head of the residential district office (&)
Jianyang City's telephone area code: 832

Yunlong Town Police Station: 7761165

Mr. Zhen Yongqiang, Head of Yunlong Town Police Station: 7761116 13088305006
(&)
Mr. Li Qinglin, disciplinary staff: 13183949385 (#)
Mr. Xu Changhe, policeman: 7761128 (home) (#)
Mr. Hao Wuyuan, Secretary of Political and Legal Committee at Chenghua District:
84372800 (Office), 84307297 (Home) (&)
Public Security Bureau's Chenghua District Branch: 83261024, 86406411