My name is Zou Yun and I am from Weihai, Shandong, China. I am the daughter of a Falun Gong practitioner.
The CCP’s persecution of Falun Gong has been for more than 20 years and it has not stopped. I hope that my personal experience will enable more people to understand the truth about the persecution of Falun Gong, understand the evil of the CCP, and work together to disintegrate the CCP.
Let me share my experience of being persecuted.
When I was very young, I started practicing Falun Gong with my parents. I followed the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance, and at the same time doing five exercises of Falun Gong, which greatly changed my physical and mental health. I deeply felt peace and beauty of practicing Falun Gong.
After the CCP launched the persecution of Falun Gong on July 20, 1999, together with my parents, I went to the Shandong Provincial Administration to tell our local officials about our changes after practice. I hoped the government could understand the truth and respect the facts.
we took a taxi. But on the halfway, we were stopped by the police and illegally detained at the Public Security Bureau of Huancui District, Weihai.
We were forced to confess all night and were extorted about 3,000 yuan. Since then, the police often came to my home and smashed the door frantically. The life of fear begins.
Once, when my parents were not at home, the police came and smashed the door. I was scared to get under the table and hide. I was trembling and didn’t dare to cry loudly. I could only cry silently for fear of being discovered by them and forcing me to open the door.
After a long time, the police left. But my heart was still beating violently, my tears couldn’t stop flowing, and my body twitched irregularly. I still dared not come out from under the table, afraid that the police would wait outside to catch me.
It was not until my parents came back that I crawled out of the table and cried desperately in my mother’s arms. That was the first time I felt fear.
Since then, I have learned that the police in the text book and the police in reality are completely different and opposite.
At that time, I was in the youth rebellious period, and my ability to distinguish right from wrong was very poor.
Both the textbook and the teacher said that the police are good people. But this experience made me wonder what is a real good person and a real bad person for a long time. I did not know if I should believe what the textbook says and what the teacher said.
In order to hunt down my mother, the police even went to my aunt’s house many times to harass and force her to ask my mother’s whereabouts.
On June 23, 2000, my aunts suddenly came to my home and asked my father and me about my mother’s whereabouts. They said that they couldn’t stand the harassment of the police, so they could only come to force me and my father and hand over my mother’s whereabouts, so the police would not send my mother to a labor camp.
The aunts separated me and my father like police interrogation, from 8pm to 11pm.
My mind was messed up and I kept crying. It was difficult for me to choose between saying or not.
After thinking about the evil deeds done by the police, I felt that I couldn’t believe the lie that the police said that by handing over my mother, my mother would not be sent to the re-education camp. In the end, I did not tell the whereabouts of my mother.
At that time, I was facing an entrance examination of high school. On June 24th, in the examination room, I was not in the mood to answer the questions. I was worried about my mother, afraid that my mother would be arrested and sent to labor camp.
At that time, the pressure was really big, and I didn’t have the energy to think about my academic situation.
I had only one wish. As long as my family is not persecuted, it doesn’t matter if I did not go to school. I longed to stop worrying and fear, and to live a happy life with my parents.
In order to end the persecution as soon as possible, on June 25, 2000, my father and I decided to go to Beijing to protest the CCP’s persecution.
Unexpectedly, on the way, the police followed and intercepted, set up checkpoints and forced confessions everywhere. Policemen would board the train to check the ID cards and question everyone, asking about where the passengers were going and what to do.
If they confirmed the passenger was a Falun Gong practitioner, they kidnapped him directly.
At all hotels, every guest was interrogated. If anyone did not cooperate with this illegal interrogation, he would be directly arrested as Falun Gong practitioners.
On the way, my father and I changed our bus routes many times to avoid the police check before we arrived at Tiananmen Square.
The entire square was full of armed police, intelligences and thugs. Police cars roared and ran back and forth, ready to kidnap Falun Gong practitioners who went to Tiananmen Square to protest.
When my father and I came to the center of the square, they opened up banners that written « Falun Dafa is good » and « Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is Good ».
In an instant, the howling police car rushed towards us, squeezed us into the police car, and robbed us.
On July 1, 2000, my father and I were illegally detained at the Beijing Qianmen Police Station.
My father clarified the truth to the police, but was slapped twice by the police. I was detained by the police alone in another room for questioning.
They asked me where I came from, but I didn’t tell them. I knew that I would be arrested if I said it.
They were very annoyed, so they yelled at me, frightened me and prepared to beat me.
When they found out I would insisted not to say anything, they threatened even more evilly, saying : « If you don’t tell where you are from, we will take you back to Tianjin and put you in a male prison.
We have also met the girl like you who didn’t listen to us, so we put her in a male prison, and when she was released, she had two children. »
I was only 15 years old at that time. I was really frightened by what they said. I cried and told them where I came from. Later, my father and I were taken away by the police from Weihai.
In order to avoid the persecution, my mother became destitute and homeless. The police often came to my school to harass and threaten me, forcing me to tell my mother’s whereabouts.
They even spread rumours at school and framed that my father had taken away family property of my grandparents.
From then on, I became the target of discrimination by teachers. For fear of being implicated, the teacher actively helped the police to ask about my mother’s whereabouts.
In 2002, my parents were arrested. At that time, I was still studying painting in Beijing, and I had no financial resources at all. I totally depended on borrowing money from my classmates to make a living.
At that time, I often woke up from nightmares, or woke up from crying. I washed my face with tears almost every day, and I was frightened and could not taste what I ate. I never really laughed happily. My youth was spent in such panic.
Today, in China, the persecution of Falun Gong continues, and it extends to other religious and belief groups . More children and teenagers are experiencing what I have experienced.
Thank God for giving me the opportunity to survive from this persecution, and for being lucky enough to sit here, and thank the organiser for giving me such an opportunity to expose the evil of the CCP.
I call on kind people all over the world to pay high attention to the persecution of Falun Gong and all religious beliefs in mainland China, and to recognise the evil nature of the CCP through these persecutions. Only by ending the CCP can this persecution be truly stopped.