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Greetings kindhearted fellow Dalian City residents:
My name is Qu Hui and I am 35 years old now. My address is 41 Yihe Street, Zhongshan District, Dalian City, Liaoning Province. Before being persecuted, I was a cargo clerk at the Port of Dalian. My wife's name is Liu Xinying, and she is a nurse at the Dalian Gynecology and Obstetrics Hospital. We started to practice Falun Gong in 1995 and 1996 respectively. After beginning the practice, we always considered others first, and did our jobs well. Within a very short period of time, we realized that our physical health had improved and our moral level had elevated. Our performance at work naturally improved and we were rewarded by our work units. Our family became more harmonious and happy.
Feet Paralyzed due to Torture | Genital Festered due to Long-time Electric Shocking | Bloody Urine
On July 20, 1999, the persecution against Falun Gong began. On July 22, after our appeal at the local government was unsuccessful, my wife and I prepared to go to Beijing to appeal to the government to stop the persecution of Falun Gong. However, I was arrested at Dalian Airport and was detained in the Dalian City Detention Center for 50 days. At that time, my wife was breast-feeding our infant baby. She was also illegally detained in the detention center even though in China, it is illegal to detain a breast-feeding mother. Our 10-month-old daughter was separated from my wife and thus had to be weaned early.
In January 2000, seeing that the persecution was still continuing, my wife and I decided once more to go to Beijing to appeal. At Tiananmen Square, the police dragged us into a police vehicle and beat us. After that, we were escorted back to Dalian City. I was fined 9,700 Yuan, discharged from my work, and detained in the Dalian Port Detention Center. During detention, the Center authorities tried to force me to give up my belief in Falun Gong. They ordered criminals in the detention center to physically torture and beat me. One month later, I was transferred to Pulandian City Mental Hospital, where I was detained with mental patients who had histories of murder and other violent crimes. After more than a month there, seeing that I still did not give up my belief, on April 13, 2000, I was transferred to the Dalian City Labor Camp without my family members being informed. I was sentenced to one year of forced labor. Everybody knows that mental patients should not be forced to do hard labor and that normal people should not be locked up in mental hospitals. Such contradictory punishments are a violation of the Chinese Constitution. At the labor camp, the authorities punished me with forced hard labor, brainwashing, and torture. They did not even allow my family members to visit me.
Finally, after torturing me to the verge of death, they carried me out of the labor camp on a stretcher. The hospital's diagnosis was that I suffered from cervical vertebrae fracture and paraplegia. Details of the abuse I suffered are as follows:
On the afternoon of March 19, 2001, the authorities of the Dalian City Labor Camp assembled a large number of guards, torture instruments, and ambulances with oxygen bags. One by one, practitioners were brought into a room. Inside this room, the guards tried to force practitioners to say that they would give up practicing Falun Gong, and also to sign a statement to denounce Falun Gong. They tried to force us to slander our Teacher with dirty language. If a practitioner refused to do these things, he would be tortured. The sound of screaming from practitioners and curses from guards filled the building. Practitioners who had been tortured were lying all over the hallway. Some were spitting or drooling, and some groaned from pain. It was a terrible scene.
At 9:00 p.m., I was also dragged into that room. Guards continuously tortured me until 8:00 a.m. the next morning. I can not remember how many electric batons they used on me. My body was full of wounds caused by rubber clubs. My buttocks were beaten so severely that the wounds festered. My knees were swollen from being hit, and my cervical vertebrae were broken. My genitals festered from electric shocks. I spat up blood, and lost consciousness several times.
Once after I regained consciousness, camp doctor Han Qiong inspected me and said, "He's all right. You can continue beating him." He once told my wife, "It's better if Qu Hui dies." While hitting me, Officer Qiao Wei grinned and said to those watching, "For many years my cravings have not been satisfied as much as they are now." Even when I was on the stretcher and about to be carried to the hospital, he still ruthlessly trampled on me twice. The camp personnel refused to acknowledge that I had been beaten, and claimed that I had injured myself. I did not injure myself after being locked up in the mental hospital for nearly two months. Nor did I injure myself when I was detained in the labor camp for one year. Does it make sense that 25 days before being released, I would intentionally injure myself?
The next morning, seeing that I was about to die, the labor camp personnel sent me to the Town Center Hospital. In the initial period of the emergency rescue procedures, the Party Committee of the labor camp and the hospital jointly issued an order not to permit my family members to visit me. As for the medical expenses, they first tried to deceive my family into paying them. When my family refused, they threatened me. The labor camp party chief said to me, "Renounce Falun Gong, or else the Chinese Communist Party will not take care of you any more. Who would take care of you if that happens? You cannot afford such high expenses."
Because I could not get the medical treatment that I immediately needed, my condition deteriorated, my life was in critical condition, and I was on the verge of death. In October 2000, because my wife had gone to Beijing to appeal against the persecution, she had been sentenced to three years of forced labor and was being detained at the Dalian City Labor Camp. Due to emphatic requests from my family, they released my wife on bail from the labor camp to care for me. When she saw me, I had been hospitalized for 20 days. I was extremely weak and my heart rate was up to 160 beats per minute. My lung function was failing and I was unable to breathe on my own; my trachea was cut open and a breathing machine was inserted. My kidney function had also failed and a catheterization tube was inserted. In the meantime, I had severe diarrhea and was depending on infusions to survive. I had bedsores all over my body. My buttocks had the most bedsores and the largest one was nearly 10 centimeters, stretching down to my pelvis. My vertebrae were black, exposed to the outside and exuded a very bad smell.
According to the doctor, any of the illnesses mentioned above could have taken my life. After working in a hospital for more than ten years, my wife, who was able to stand all kinds of medical situations, almost fainted when she saw me. By then, I had already started to spit blood, my pupils were dilated, and I was in a coma. The doctor informed my family to prepare for my death. However, due to my wife's strong pleading and after several rescue attempts, I finally survived.
Fearing that their savage acts would be exposed, the labor camp sent police and criminals to monitor me 24 hours a day. They did not allow my family members and friends to visit me. Furthermore, they threatened my wife and prohibited her from telling the truth of the situation, telling her that she would be sent back to the labor camp. As soon as my condition stabilized, I requested to be released from the hospital and to return home. This was precisely what the authorities wished for, so they finally could let go of their responsibility for my condition. After staying in the hospital for over 50 days, I finally went home. By the time I returned home, I had already lost my job and the authorities had confiscated all of my savings. I could only depend on my parents and friends to support me financially. My wife helped me to turn my body and relieve myself. In addition, she had to take care of our young daughter. I saw my daughter's timid looks and the expression of loneliness on her face.
After we returned home, we were continuously under surveillance. The police frequently came to harass us. They also threatened that they would confiscate our family's property. On the afternoon of June 25, 2002, three police officers from Taoyuan Street Local Police Station kicked our door open and rushed into our home to confiscate our personal belongings. They arbitrarily accused us of being anti-government. We are an ordinary and kind-hearted couple, and one of us had been cruelly tortured to paraplegia. What kind of ability did we have to act against the government? They took away everything that could be related to Falun Gong. In addition, they threatened to arrest both my wife and our daughter. My wife was startled by this sudden action and felt helpless, and our daughter cried out in fear.
Over the past four years, I have been lying in bed continuously. The torture devastated my body and I often feel enormous pain. I am unable to turn my body by myself and my wife has been literally pulling out my stool with her fingers.
Facing extreme difficulties, my wife went to various government departments to request the legal punishment of those who tortured me. But as of this day, no substantive result has occurred.
Qu Hui, November 19, 2004
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