At 11:20am on December 27, 2000, in Tiananmen Square, together with some other practitioners, we held up a banner that says, "Falun Dafa is Good!" and we shouted loudly, "Falun Dafa is good!" "Falun Dafa is good!" "Falun Dafa is good!" ...
Upon hearing our voices, a few plainclothes policemen rushed over to us. In order not to be carried away so easily, we ran in different directions while still calling out, "Falun Dafa is good!" I ran towards the road in front of Tiananmen Square. They couldn't catch me so they called a police car. The car drove fast at me and tried to knock me down twice. I had a narrow escape. Then they called a motorbike; it roared toward me with a tried to run me over. I dodged several times and simply couldn't find any words to describe the dangerous situation. It was just like what Master said, "...the way the evil is currently performing shows that they are already utterly inhuman and completely without righteous thoughts." (From Beyond the Limits of Forbearance) Finally the police car and the motorbike together with a lot of cops surrounded me on the road in front of Tiananmen Square and struck me down. They violently punched and kicked me with steel-toed leather boots and hit me with their truncheons all over my body. I said to myself, "Let it be. If I die, I die for Falun Dafa." Upon this thought, I didn't feel any more pain. My face began swelling and bleeding. When they beat me, I remained silent. So after a while the cops dragged me by my coat towards the police car. My shirt got pulled up and cut into my throat. I couldn't breath anymore and I knew I would be choked to death in a minute. Again I said to myself, "Let' it be. If I die, I die for Falun Dafa." With this thought, the button suddenly burst forth. I escaped from death again. In a flash I realized that giving up concerns with life and death doesn't mean I would die.
The police car drove me to the Tiananmen Police Station where many Falun Dafa practitioners were detained. Even some people who were not practitioners but showed sympathy for Falun Gong were locked up there. They gave me a warm applause and were concerned with my serious injuries. They also shouted loudly, "Return the reputation to our Master!" "Return the reputation to Falun Dafa!" "Suffocate the evil!" "No more beating practitioners!"...Then we recited Master's Poems and some other articles.
After about an hour, they took about 50 practitioners in a police van to a shabby workshop in Huairou County. A group of malicious cops and local ruffians welcomed us with a heartless thrashing. More than 30 soldiers in uniform stood around with truncheons in hand. While beating us, they put us in fetters and force-fed some of us with medicine. They also forcibly searched our bodies while taking our pictures and fingerprints.
An old cop interrogated me, "What is your name?"
I said, "I won't tell you."
I guess by your accent that you are from a southern province."
"I won't tell you."
"How is your family?"
"This I can tell you. My parents are in their seventies and I have two children. We are a family of 6, plus my wife."
"What did you do in Tiananmen Square?"
"I went there to tell people Falun Dafa is good! I also called out 'Falun Dafa is good' and held up a banner with "Falun Gong is Good!' in Tiananmen Square."
"When did you start practicing Falun Dafa?"
"I have been practicing from March, 1998, until now."
"Who beat you so badly?"
"The cops in Tiananmen Square."
"... How can I send you home if you don't tell me where you live?"
"I won't go home before the Fa gets rectified." Finally I said, "How could our government allow the people's police to beat up its own kind-hearted and unarmed people so viciously?"
"... I know you are good people and I don't have an answer to your question."
At 6:20 P.M., somebody suddenly called my number. I didn't expect to get released. Together with me, a few practitioners in their sixties, seventies and eighties and a few teenagers were also set free. So they even detained young children as well as old people!
After I escaped from their evil hands, I thought I still had a lot of truth telling to do in my hometown. I used all the money I had and bought a ticket to go home. I was penniless when I finally got off the train and I was still far away from home. I didn't eat or drink anything for a whole day and a whole night but I kept walking. Thirteen hours later I arrived at a practitioner's home. I told them what I had experienced and they all cried; I also cried. We cried because we all know that it is our great benevolent Master that bears all the sufferings just to give us this precious opportunity to cultivate in Falun Dafa and it is the Master that helped me fulfill my solemn pledge of holding up the banner saying, "Falun Dafa is Good!" in Tiananmen Square.
