A Girl's Testimony of Her Imprisoned Father

In September 2001, my father was arrested and sent to a detention center in Hengyang City by the local police. When I got to the detention center, I saw my father wearing a uniform. He was also dressed in blue. His hair was shaved very unevenly. He had a big scar on his head. He looked very thin. He had a very traditional, dignified image of a father. He was also a very neat person. His beard had always been shaved very cleanly. His shirt was very neat. But at that time, he looked like that. I couldn't help but cry. My father is a very traditional person. When he came in, he also cried with me. He told me that a few people in the police station kept hitting his face, head, and nose. Before entering the detention center, my father was hung on the ceiling with handcuffs. There was a person who hung the prisoner. When he was hit, his head broke a big hole and bled a lot. They threw him into an abandoned iron cage. It was like a dog cage. He was thrown into the cage. He didn't care about his own life. Until an old police chief retired. When he came back, he said, If you leave him here at this age, he may get hurt. In this state, they took him to the infirmary. I remember that after I saw my father, I cried a lot. I felt like all the sorrows were gathering. The police next to me said, You don't have to cry. Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? Now that I think about it, I feel very unreasonable. I don't even have the right to cry. My father was persecuted like that. My mother was persecuted like that. I don't even have the right to cry.