One Day at the Police Station

(Minghui.org) One day in April, I dropped off my grandson at school and then brought my granddaughter to the local bus terminal, where I often came to raise awareness of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP)’s persecution of Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong).

A young couple came up and asked if I had any USB drives with information about Falun Dafa. “Sure!” I gave each of them one USB drive. They then asked me how to use it. I explained the drive had two connectors, with the smaller one for a cell phone and the larger one for a computer. I added that the USB drive contained information about traditional Chinese culture, what Falun Gong is, and how the CCP made up lies to defame it. “Make good use of it and you will learn a lot,” I said.

As we chatted further, I asked if they would like to quit the CCP organizations for a better future.

“Our people are here,” the man said to the woman. I then saw six police officers approaching me.

“We are leaving now. Bye!” said the woman to the newly arrived officers.

“Remember to watch what I gave you,” I called out aloud to the couple.

The police officers immediately surrounded me.

“Hey! Give me your bag!” one of them shouted.

My granddaughter was scared and cried.

“Sweetheart, no worries. These are good people. Remember Master Li (founder of Falun Gong) has told us everyone is his relatives?”

“Yes, we are good people,” one officer said. He tried to pick up my granddaughter and she refused to go with him. He then showed her the two USB drives and some pamphlets I had given to the couple. He asked my granddaughter if those were mine.Seeing my granddaughter silent, I told her it was okay to tell the police officers. She then admitted those were mine.

The officers still demanded to search my bag. I asked for their names, titles, and a search warrant. But they refused to answer.

“Now you come with us,” said one officer as he tried to force me into the police van.

“How about my granddaughter?” I asked.

In the end, they listened to my suggestion of sending my granddaughter to an art school, where she had lessons from time to time.

After we got there, the art teacher was surprised to see a group of police officers accompanying us.

“It is okay since they are not bad people,” I told the teacher, “It would be great if you could look after my granddaughter before her parents could come to pick her up.”

Three Places of “Interrogation”

On the way to the police station, I asked Master Li for help. “Master, today I will try to help everyone in the police station to understand what Falun Gong is. Please give me wisdom,” I thought, “Like in Journey to the West, I could go into the monster's belly to suppress the vicious.”

In my mind, I also recited Master’s poem,“Disciples’ righteous thoughts are strongMaster has the power to turn the tide”(“Master-Disciple Grace”, Hong Yin II)

After we arrived at the police station, one officer checked with police station director and led me to a room for interrogation.

“Sit down and take everything out of your bag!” one officer ordered.

“Before that, could you tell me your name, title, and role in the police station along with a search warrant?” I answered.

“You are a suspect and this is an interrogation,” he reminded me.

“It is not that simple,” I replied, “I did not commit any wrongdoings and I am here to clarify a few things.”

I said, “First, Falun Gong teaches its students to follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance which are universal values. Secondly, the CCP made up many lies to defame Falun Gong and labeled it a ‘cult,’ but this is all wrong. Thirdly, the practice benefits people of all ages by teaching them to be good people and responsible citizens. Isn’t this good for society? Plus, as Falun Gong practitioners constantly improve themselves through cultivation, they can even achieve Buddhahood. Isn’t this great?”

“Could you lower your voice? You know, we need to keep the interrogation room door open,” one officer said. Looking outside, I saw a couple of officers listening outside the room since I was loud.

We switched to a different room and an officer asked me to sit in a metal chair. “It may not be big enough,” I remarked.

But the officer insisted on me giving a try. So I squeezed myself in the chair.

“It won’t work – I cannot close the front [of the chair] because of your [big] belly,” another officer said, “You are not an inmate. You look like Maitreya.”

“I am not Maitreya. But Master Li teaches practitioners to be good people and better them toward Buddhahood,” I replied, “That’s why one’s attitude toward Falun Gong is important.”

A third officer pulled out a chair for me to sit down. A fourth officer asked my name and address.

“I don’t want you to commit sins for persecuting Falun Gong. So I will tell you that three hours later,” I replied. These officers left.

Noticing several officers outside the door, I called them to come inside for a chat. But none of them moved.

“Who is in charge here?” I asked. No one replied.

“Where is your director [of the police station]?” I asked again.

“Me? I am here,” answered one person in the back.

Seeing so many officers around, he led me to yet another room. At that time, my throat was dry with chest pain and I was very thirsty.

“Can I have some water?” I asked.

“If you tell me you name and address, there will be water for you,” he replied.

“I had said I would tell you three hours later. There is still 10 minutes remaining,” I said.

He asked an officer to bring me a cup of water. It was a small paper cup, so I had several cups of water.

“You asked for water and you got it. Plus, three hours have passed. So what is you name?” asked the director after a few minutes.

Right at that time, an officer came in with a piece of paper with printed information of my husband, my son, and my daughter-in-law. They had obtained my information from my granddaughter’s art school.

“So, we know who you are now. Right?” the officer who “interrogated” me said.

“You are right. So you do not need to ask me anymore,” I replied, “Can I have another cup of water?”

“It seems you look familiar. Have we met before?” asked the director.

“Of course,” I said, “Master Li said we are all his relatives. In fact, we may know each other well in previous cycles of reincarnations.”

He did not say anything.

Talking with Four Groups of People

“I have a request,” I continued.

“What is it?” asked the director.

“Since I am here today, can I meet more people here including officers, cooks, and janitors? Basically, everyone in this building,” I said.

He agreed.

Three people came in the first wave. One of them looked vicious. I asked about their names and jobs at the police station. I also asked if they had joined the CCP and its two junior organizations of the Youth League and the Young Pioneers. Two of them had a nice chat with me and the one with a vicious look did not say anything. I sensed he might be planning to beat me, I remembered Master’s teachings and looked at the man in the eye. He then left.

Three more groups of people came. I explained to them what Falun Gong is and advised them to remember “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I told them practitioners were arrested simply because they wanted to be better citizens. I also said participating in the persecution could imperil one's own future as well.

In the end, the director came in and asked if I was done talking to people.

“Not yet,” I replied, “You and I have not talked yet.”

“You won’t ask me to quit the CCP organizations. Will you?” he said.

“Well, everyone needs to know the fact. Everyone knows Falun Dafa is righteous and the teachings will benefit society. I hope you could keep in mind ‘Falun Dafa is good’ and ‘Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’,” I continued.

“I guess you won’t be able to go home today,” he said.

I said that was not on my mind.

“Don’t you know Falun Gong is a cult?” he said.

“It’s a lie – everyone knows that. The CCP has made up so many lies to deceive people in the past few decades. Right?” I explained.

He then pulled out his phone to play some videos that defamed Falun Gong.

“You know those are lies and hate propaganda,” I said to him, “The higher-ups have hardly issued any official persecution policies in writing. Most were from oral orders – because they were afraid of being investigated as scapegoats afterwards, like previous political campaigns.”

I then clarified some defamatory propaganda that the CCP fabricated.

By that time, it was already 6 p.m. The director went to have dinner. He came back two hours later and asked his officers to take me to my son’s place, where both my husband and I live.

“Your mother was reported to police and we are here to check things out,” said one officer, who was ready to search my room.

“No need to do that,” my son said, “We do not have those [Falun Gong] materials here.”

My husband agreed. “She [referring to me] has practiced for many years and is very stubborn,” he said, “There is nothing we can do.”

Raising the Muzzle to Save the Innocent

They brought me back to the police station and the director asked me to sign statements denouncing Falun Gong before he could release me.

“There is no way I’d sign those things,” I looked at him in the eye and he left after a few minutes, before returning a while later. I asked to have water as my throat was dry again.

“You’ve already had 7 cups and you want even more?” the director said, “You go home now – no statements to sign, nothing. Otherwise, it seems many of us would become Falun Gong [practitioners] too. I cannot stand it if you stay here longer.”

I said I’d be back tomorrow, and he immediately said no.

“We have not finished talking yet and you have not quit the CCP,” I explained.

“You know my name, right? You can help me quit,” he said.

“I forgot to tell you that Falun Gong is not on the CCP’s cult list. That is, it is wrong for the CCP to persecute something so righteous like Falun Gong,” I added.

“Whatever you say, I agree,” he said, “please just go.”

Before leaving, I told them a story related to the Berlin Wall. In 1992, former Eastern Germany guard Ingo Heinrich was convicted for shooting Chris Gueffroy in 1989 for fleeing across the wall. When Heinrich said he was just following an order as a soldier, judge Theodor Seidel dismissed that and said that it was no problem to follow the order, but one could have always raised the muzzle by one centimeter to spare the innocent.

“If this happens to you, what would you do?” I asked.

“I will raise the gun by one meter,” said the director.

“Me too,” added the officer who “interrogated” me.

The other 7 officers said they would do the same – raising the gun by one meter.

“What should we do now?” one office suggested, “Auntie, you should go home now.”

“Agreed,” nodded the director, “please send her home.”