What I Encountered after Being Secretly Tossed into a Male Prison Cell in Masanjia

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Arrested Seven Times, Imprisoned in Labor Camps Three Times, Carried Home near Death from Torture Six Times

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My name is Yin Liping, 47 years old this year, born in Siping City, Jilin Province. I started practicing Falun Gong in October 1998. From September 1999 to 2013 before I fled abroad, I was arrested seven times, imprisoned in labor camps three times, and carried home near death from torture six times, all because I practiced Falun Gong and not willing to give up.

I went to Beijing twice to appeal, once in September and once in November 1999. Both times I was arrested and sent back to the local detention center. I was sentenced to labor camp for a year and half, and was imprisoned in Tieling Forced Labor Camp.

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On January 30, 2000, I was transferred from Tieling Camp to Liaoyang Forced Labor Camp where I was slave driven for nine months. In there, most of my hair turned white in three days, and my menopause stopped coming after a little over three months. During the day, it was hard labor work such as the menditory completion of eight tons of steel daily by four of us installing and pressing steel, paving rail road tracks, installing asbestos (toxic) , tearing open cement bag (caused our bodies completely covered with cement), cleaning aged garbage that released biogas, etc. In the evening, we were not allowed to rest, we bounded flowers until 2 am, it made my fingers so wounded that fingerprints could hardly be seen. The flesh of my arms was cut open by steel rods and bled continuously. My body hurt so badly very day that I could hardly climb up the upper bunk. Every day, we were required to finish washing at 5:10 and started working. I spitted blood many times and lost 20kg in the nine months there. They enslaved me to make money for them. They forced me to work extra long hours and do extra harsh labor work. I made money for the Labor Camp 100 – 200 RMB a day .I was not allowed to sleep for three days and nights for not willing to sign the “Three books” (books of guarantee, breaking up, disclosing and criticizing). I was able to sleep for a couple of minutes when squatting in the toilet room.. I was not allowed to see my family. I was brutally beaten by police Huo Yan for not reading books that slandered Falun Dafa.

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In mid-September, 2000, I was transferred by Liaoyang Labor Camp to Shenyang Masanjia Labor Camp. Warden Su Jing said in a general meeting that, “This is a war of no smoke, the funding used for ‘Falun Gong’ is equivalent to an international war.” The battle began as soon as the meeting was over, the attack started. I was pulled into the toilet room to be physically tortured, brainwashed, and sleeping deprived. I was shocked with electric batons by police Zhang Xiurong and Wang Naimin intened to force me to write confessions. Judas (Falun Gong betrayers) used needles poking me, used wooden clubs and screwdriver beating me. I was in the state of trance every day.

In the seven months there, I was one of the few survivors in this “war without smoke.” I had witnessed too much sins of theirs.

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On April 19, 2001, Masanjia Labor Camp secretly sent me to the black jail where a group of men knocked me on the head and eye bones, gang raped me and vieotaped (for details see Part II). Later on, we learned that it was the Zhangshi Forced Labor Camp in Shenyang City. The little white building there was the black jail specifically set for the persecution of Falun Gong practitioners. At that time, there were about 40 unidentified men conducting the persecution of female Falun Gong practitioners.

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On 24 or 25 April, 2000, a group of tall male police appeared in this evil nest, dragged me out and sent me to Shenxin Labor Camp in Shenyang City. In Shenxin Camp, I was electric shocked by police Guo Yong, my back bone was misplaced from the beating that caused paralysis of my lower limbs.

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On May 1, 2001, Shenxin Camp again secretly sent me to Longshan Labor Camp where Gao Rongrong was disfigured (died later from persectuion). I was threatened and intimidated there. I went on hunger strike and refused water for 10 days in protest. On May 10, Longshan Labor Camp transferred me back to Shenxin Labor Camp.

On May 27, 2001, Liu Jing, the head of Shenxin Labor Camp, came to the solitary confinement room to say to me that; you were so stubborn, you didn’t want to live anymore? Jiang Zemin’s extermination policy indicated that, to you stubborn Falun Gong practitioners, beating you to death was nothing as it would be counted as suicide.” If you wanted to die, don’t you count the death on my tab. That day, I was sent to the Shenyang underground prison imates’ hospital.

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On June 5, 2001, I was sent back from the imates’ hospital to Shenxin Camp. On June 14, I was again carried back to the imates’ hospital when my life was in danger. Whenever the hospital persectuted me, they sent away prisoners with heart diseases.

On August 10, 2001, I was sent home dying. This ended the 20 months’ persecution in six labor camps, black jail, and imates’ hospital.

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In mid-September, 2001, I was arrested again when going to Beijing to appeal. The local police used 8,300 RMB found on me to bribe Shenxin Labor Camp, only then Shenxin accepted me. I went on hunger strike protesting for 10 days, and was carried home near death.

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In December 2001, while in Shenyang destitute and homeless, I was arrested at the Falun Gong truth-clarification materials production site by the Renao Road police station. I was cuffed and interrogated sitting on an iron chair for two days and nights. Eventually, with wounds all over me, I was sent to Shenxin Labor Camp for the third time. When the police there saw it was me, they rejected to take me and sent me back. The local police also rejected to take me as they saw I was carried back.

On October 8, 2002, I was arrrested in Tieling and sentenced to three years in Masanjia Labor Camp. After seven months of hunger strike without food and water, I was carried home.

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On October 8, 2002, I was arrested the seventh time and sentenced to three years in Masanjia Labor Camp. After three months of hunger strike without food and water, I was again carried home.

The twice persecutions in Masanjia Labor Camp this time, I suffered fleeting nature of blindness, mental disorders, and frustration many times. In the solitary confinement room in Masanjia, loudspeakers were played to persecute me, it made me collapse into tears whenever I heard noisy sound. I was force-fed inhumanly and savagely. I was repeatedly dragged to the hospital for ultrasound, electrocardiogram and blood tests.

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In this persecution, as of now, I know of 10 Falun Gong practitioners persecuted to death. Wang Jie from Shenyang died in my arms. There were 30 Falun Gong practitioners whom I knew suffered mental disorder or once suffered mental disorder.

Brutal Torture Reenactment: Cuffed on a Bed

On the Minghui website focus in July 2013; Thirteen videos, including; the inside persecution story of Shenyang Labor Camp, the “Above the Ghosts’ Heads: The Women of Masanjia Labour Camp” by independent producer Du Bin, etc., were made into “Disintegrate Masanjia” DVD’s for the distribution to public. At that time, the danger was walking toward me once again, because the National Games convened in Shenyang, the whole city was in a state of tension. On August 26, 2013, I had no choice but to flee abroad. My husband was arrested in Mong-La, Myanmar and sent back to China, through the effort of multiple rescue means and after 36 days on hunger strike, he was saved and returned.

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(Two)

My Bitter Experience When Being Secretly Tossed in Men’s Prison

My seven months’ atrocious days dealing with devils ended on April 19, 2001, this is a day I will never forget.

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On that day, Zhang Xiurong called my name and asked me to pack up, I didn’t know why, out of the 30 people in the room, I was the only one to pack up and bring the luggage. As I was wondering, Zhao Suhuan in the opposite room was also called to come out. The two of us came to the courtyard with our luggages. In the courtyard, a large bus was parked, and many male policemen were there. At that time, the captains of all units also came out, and the vicious guards brought out the ten Falun Gong parctitioners whom they tortured but not “transformed.” Among them, Zou Guirong was the last one out because she was confined alone. One of the captains said, this time, you were going to a nice place where you could practice well. Zou Guirong asked, where were you sending us to? No one answered.

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Before leaving, I realized that we would not come back, I looked at the two captains who persecuted me and wanted to say something to them. I worked up my courage, then walked to the chief captain Wang Naimin and said in tears, please straighten your work relationship on the matter of Falun Gong, please treat Falun Gong practitioners kinder. Her eyes didnot show maliciousness but smiled at me helplessly. As I took a look at Zhang Xiurong, scenes of how she persecuted me appeared in my head one after another. She was one year younger than me, should this persecution did not happen, it was only right that we were friends being in the same age range. My heart felt pitiful of her, I walked in front of her and opened my emaciated arms and hugged her, and whispered to her, you had to learn to be a little sharp, the account of this matter would eventual be settled, it was best if you didn’t participate. She suddenly and panicly talked in my in a hurry with a very small voice: “You are sick, remember you are sick, you are sick.” I didn’t know what those imminent warning meant, but knew there was no trace of malice. I learned later that she knew exactly where I was being sent to and what I was to face.

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The ten of us (Zou Guirong, Zhao Suhuan, Ren Dongmei, Zhou Yanbo, Wang Li, Wang Min , Wang Keyi, Ms. Qu, etc.) were handcuffed by male police and boarded the big bus. There were several electric batons on the bus. The bus was driven to the male brigade, two male Falun Gong practitioners, escorted by several male policemen, got on the bus. One of them was Peng Geng (had already been persecuted to death by the CCP), and the other one unidentified.

The bus stopped suddenly, it came to a Labor Camp for male prisoners. I didn’t know where it was at the time. Much later, I learned from Minghui website that it was the Zhangshi Forced Labor Camp. It was a black jail specialized in the persecution of Falun Gong practitioners, but to the outside world, it was called Zhangshi Labor Camp.

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We were gathered in the courtyard in a row, oppsoite to us stood another row of people from unknow place. One of the two police with big arms and large waist roll called with a name sheet in his hand. After the roll call, he started reading the Declaring Regulations, passed dowon from higher up, to the “not transformed” Faln Gong practitioners of us that, “To those ‘not transformed’ Faln Gong practitioners, it’s nothing to beat you to death as it will be counted as suicide.” He also said a lot of terrible words that I cannot remember now. This is Jiang Zemin’s orders. The other male police holding electric batons deployed two male imates to video tape us.

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Peng Geng and another male Falun Gong practitioner were taken away, the ten of us were taken to the little white building of the male camp. As we arrived at the little white building, our blood pressure was taken. A Falun Gong practitioner Ms. Qu was sent away, leaving the nine of us. There was a duty room at the door of the little white building, on the side of the duty room was steel railings, and there were layers of sound proof steel doors inside the railings.

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The nine of us were placed in nine different rooms. I was assigned to the first room, the room had a large double bed and a wooden clothe rack, four men were already there waiting. When I went to the toilet room, I saw a large room lying at least thirty men of different ages sleeping. I was a little afraid, didn’t know what the place was, who they were, why there were so many men sleeping on the floor, I had the answer later at night.

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Over 10 pm in the evening, I asked the middle-aged man ,who was in my room all along, why they didn’t leave my room, I wanted to sleep. One man said: Sleep? You wanted to sleep? Haha, in this place, no sleep was allowed if not “transformed,” one woman “practiced” 18 days without sleep, and she “achieved” psychosis from the practice.

Shortly after, the shift changed, as they left to go back to sleep, came another four or five, and another group after that. They shouted loudly making a lot of noice in the hallway, smashed doors, and cursed nonstop. Then they kicked the door open, entered my room, and held recorder video taped me wildly. Suddenly, Zou Guirong’s miserable cry came from the hallway, she kept on calling my name, “Liping, Liping, we had been sent to tiger’s den from the wolf’s nest by Masanjia Camp, even the government was playing hoodlum.”

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As I heard her miserable cry, I rushed out with all my might. She also fought desperately to get to the corridor, I embraced Zou tightly would not let go, the male prisoners watching us kept on beating us, I protected the skinny Zou Guirong with all my strength, my right eye bone was bulging out from beating, all my clothes were torn, pants dropped down to the feet, clothes from neck down all stripped, I was nearly naked. Zou and I were then dragged back to our rooms. Four or five male prisoners threw me on the bed, some pressed down my arms, and some pressed down my legs. One of them, 30 some years old, rode on me while beating me. I became confused and disoriented from beating and finally fainted on the bed.

When I came to, there were three men lying beside me, one on the left and two on the right. The one near me on the right, under 20 years old, kept on feeling my body, the one on the far right was not idle with his hands either, and the one on the left was busy with his hands and legs, he kept on scratching my face with his hand and poking my private part with his leg. Above my head was one man sitting on the floor, his hands kept on touching my head and face and eccentricly mumbling. There were two men standing between my legs, one was vedio taping, and one was watching and talking dirty nonstop. There were several staking below my feet, they kept on scratching my soles, talking dirty, laugh wildly, and said repeatedly: Don’t you play death, you have to “transformed” even after death.

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I couldn’t believe the scene infront of my eyes, a mouthful of blood rushed to my throat. At this time, my thoughts calmed down, everything on the bed, under the bed, on the left and right of the bed, and all the noise seemed so far away from me, so distant. My mind fixed at my schooling: from primary school to junior high school, teachers taught me to love the motherland, the party, and the people, the socialism was good, the money found should be turned in to the uncle police. All these thoughts appeared in my mind in a flash and also crumbled in a flash. The evil party’s party flag showed up in my head, the flag fluttered in a the dark space, a group of ghosts laughed crazily under the hammer and sickle on the flag. This scene was definitely not a delusion, it was real in my head. The so claimed “Great, Glorious and Correct” party was so rogue in reality.

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Hearing Zou Guirong’s miserable cries of “Liping, Liping” in the midst of clamor and chaos, it was as if I was in a dream, no, but it was not a dream, I was sure it was not a dream. The cry brought my mind back to this terrible hell on earth again, I could not hear any noise, could not see anything, I struggled hard to get up looking for that familiar voice. My head was hit by the clothe rack by the “devil” guarding the front door, something warm flowing dow my face, I struggled to get up, there was no longer thoughts of life and death in my sense any more. No one could stop me, I pounded on the door with all my might, and used my body to smashed the door hard at the same time. I kept on shouting Zou Guirong’s name. Zou rushed to my room, picked me up and charged toward that sinful steel gate.

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The two of us kept on knocking hard on that steel gate, and it opened finally. Our bodies were already full of wounds, we were fearless facing the police and asked: Was this the labor campe in China? Why did our government play hoodloom to us as this? Did you have mother, wife, sisters, and aunts? Was all the act of rogue performed on behalf of the country? If you men did not leave my room today, I would remember this day, it was April 19, 2001, it was you who were on duty tonight, I would definitely sue you when we got out, if we died here, our souls would certainly not let you go. Our patience was by no means unlimited. After he heard what I said, he sommoned the male prisoners guarding us, told them not to allow anything to happen to the two of us, let us be together tonight, and let us sleep.

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We were brought back to my room. This time, everything passed for the time being, only four men left in the room watching us. Zou and I looked at each other with tears in our eye, we didn’t have any shut-eye all night. On and off, we heard the door knocking and pounding sound, and howling noice coming from the corridor.

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On April 20, Zou Guirong was taken back to her room when the police changed shift, I saw a male in charge reporting with the record of last night in his hand. After a while, those “devils” from last night took the video recorder returned to my room again with a female among them this time. They brought in a lot of Dafa books, as they read a paragraph, they explained it in demonic way to me. When I didn’t want to “learn” from them, the one who rode on me the night before picked me up from the floor, threw me on the bed, beat me, and then asked why I didn’t want to learn, didn’t I wanted to learn and practice Dafa? I said, I did not commit any crime, this was not the place for me to learn Dafa, why should I learn here? Why should I be locked up to learn? They wrote down every word I said on a notebook and showed it to me if it was correct. At dinner time, facing the food here, I could no longer eat it. I was weak out of shape.

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That evening, the scene of the previous night was on play again. Because the police on duty changed, Zou Guirong was beaten and chased again to my room. When I struggled to get up, I spit a mouthful of blood on the floor. At that moment, all sounds stopped, but I heard Zou’s calling of my name crying. They reported to the captain, Zou was left to take care of me, even then they did not forget to persecute her, asked her to learn the out of context Dafa from them. Zou had not seen Master’s picture for a long time, seeing the books of Master’s speaches, she reached for the books. I said to her with hardly any strength: we could not learn here, it would be a shame …… she looked at me obediently, put down the book in her hand. Lookingd at the pityful Zou Guirong, I comforted her and said: We must learn deligently upon returning home.

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It was another night the devils did not let us be. The man at the head of my bed said later: Her head and body were all feverish, we didn’t want any death here. Every one came to feel my head and body, everything all came to a stop. I didn’t know how I got through that night.

On the third day, Zou Guirong and I thought of Ren Dongmei, an unmarried young lady, locked up in the innermost room. Since Zou and I were free from the thought of life and death, we rushed to the hallway exposing their demonic actsl loudly and shouted Ren Dongmei’s name. For three days refusing to have food or drink, having no sleep, but with fever, I struggled to find the police and told her in tears that Ren Dongmei was an unmarried young lady, should she have any humanity, she should not hurt her, and I said that, you must have a daughter also.

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On the fourth day, came a group of police, Zou and I were carried away by two male policemen seperately. Before leaving, we kept on shouting Ren Dongmei’s name, Ren was eventually carried out also. We didn’t know how the other six Falun Gong practitioners got by in there. Later, narrowly escaped death, they were also illegally and secretly detained in Shenxin Labor Camp.

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The nine Falun Gong practitioners of us guarded and maintained the purity of our souls with our lives. For years, I never put down in writing my detailed experience inside there, because my nerve was brokendown, I was afraid and unwilling to recall, because just thinking of it, I would sink into the extreme fear and pain.

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Note: I learned later that 33 Falun Gong practitioners were “transformed” there before we arrived, some became psychotic from persecution, some became male prisoners’ companions. All in all, it was an extremely evil place where devils danced. Over the years, the brutal persecution of men and women Falun Gong practitioners has never stopped.