I am Yu Ming and This is My Story

With no formal education or funds from family or investors, I had become a successful businessman in the Shenyang fashion industry before the age of 30. I was the best Chinese citizen that the government could hope for a thriving business and I donated money and clothing every year whenever there was a disaster in the country. Even though I was profiled as a role model in the Chinese local press, I had not found the true meaning of life. In July 1997 I began to study and practice Falun Gong.

After the persecution of Falun Gong started on July 20, 1999, I appealed to the government, telling them of the personal benefits I gained in his health and business after practicing. On January 1, 2001, as I was peacefully distributing materials explaining the facts of Falun Gong and the persecution taking place at the Beijing University of Language and Culture, a police officer arrested me then proceeded to interrogate me for a whole night. I had not violated any laws. However, without abiding by any due legal procedures, the police sent me directly to the Beijing Police Department detention center.

In the detention center, the police used a special, big chain and locked my hands and feet together. Day in and day out, I could only bend my body to sit down on the floor or lie down on one side. I could not lie down straight, nor could I stand straight or walk. The police call this special torture instrument the “dog chain.” I could wash my face and go to the bathroom in the cell only with other’s assistance. This caused me extreme suffering and inconvenience. After a hearing I was sentenced to 1.5 years in a labor camp.

It was winter when I was sent to the labor camp and I only had on a layer of autumn clothing. My hands and feet were covered by bloodstains from frostbite. The police forced me to drill outdoors in formations, and I had to eat cold food outside in the yard. Within two minutes after picking up the food, my soup mixed with rice froze. The police, dressed in their thick cotton uniforms, ignored all this.

When walking I was forbidden to look straight ahead. I was forced to march in a strange pattern of small steps with my head drooping down and two hands placed on my belly. Whenever the police asked questions, I was required to placed my hands on my head or to squat down with my head between the two legs. Without any permission or eye contact, I had to reply to the leader in a loud voice. Then the police would curse, beat or shock me with an electric baton. After being abused, I was forced to say out loud, “Thank you, leader”, or I would be tortured again.

Every day I had to get up early and work until after midnight. I was forced to make pirated copies of the “Harry Potter” books in the labor camp. I also packed “sanitary chopsticks” for restaurants. The ends of the chopsticks were wrapped in a thin layer of paper, and these disposable chopsticks were regarded as “passing the sanitary standard”.  If I failed to finish my quota I would be beaten by the police and inmates. At night I had to stand in the yard without sleep. The compound was swarming with fleas and I couldn’t shower for a long time.

Over the next 12 years, I was released and then arrested three more times. I endured gruesome tortures. I went on hunger strikes numerous times. After my last release from prison I committed myself to investigating organ harvesting. Multiple times over the years while I was imprisoned, prison officials sent doctors to jail to take my blood and bone marrow. Also, people I knew in jail disappeared and I did not know where they went. I was puzzled because we were tortured in prison and no one cared about our health, however prison officials sent doctors to take our blood work and bone marrow.

My last release was in 2017. During 2018 I posed as a patient in need of a transplant, recording in secret dozens of  doctors at hospitals. They all said that they could get me a perfect match. I could specify age group, etc. and wait time. Price was dependent on these issues. After one year, I knew I had completed collecting evidence (photos and recordings.) I was ready to leave China. My wife and two children had previously traveled to the US under the pretense of looking at schools. They were granted asylum and later obtained legal status.

It took me several days traveling by foot, bus and boat to reach Burma illegally and then  Thailand where I went to the U.S. Embassy seeking asylum. Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi and Congressman Chris Smith wrote to the Chinese Ambassador on my behalf. Within 30 days of arriving at the US Embassy in Thailand I was able to fly to San Francisco where I arrived in January 2019.

I want the American people to know that the Chinese Communist government is persecuting Christians, Uyghurs, and Falun Gong. Even though we are in the US, my wife and I are still tracked by the Chinese. However, after everything I have been through, I am not scared. God is with me.