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| Dupe entry: The Xinjiang 'Procedure' |
| 2012-01-02 |
| The emphasis of the following article is chiefly Uighur self-determination within the PRC. My excerpts emphasize the 'procedure'. Guangzhou, on a partly cloudy autumn day in 1991. A small medical team and a young doctor starting a practice in internal medicine had driven up from Sun Yat-sen Medical University in a van modified for surgery. Pulling in on bulldozed earth, they found a small fleet of similar vehicles—clean, white, with smoked glass windows and prominent red crosses on the side. The police had ordered the medical team to stay inside for their safety. Indeed, the view from the side window of lines of ditches—some filled in, others freshly dug—suggested that the hilltop had served as a killing ground for years. Thirty-six scheduled executions would translate into 72 kidneys and corneas divided among the regional hospitals. Every van contained surgeons who could work fast: 15-30 minutes to extract. Drive back to the hospital. Transplant within six hours. Nothing fancy or experimental; execution would probably ruin the heart. With the acceleration of Chinese medical expertise over the last decade, organs once considered scraps no longer went to waste. It wasn’t public knowledge exactly, but Chinese medical schools taught that many otherwise wicked criminals volunteered their organs as a final penance. Right after the first shots the van door was thrust open and two men with white surgical coats thrown over their uniforms carried a body in, the head and feet still twitching slightly...Body #3 had no special characteristics save an angry purple line on the neck. The doctor recognized the forensics. Sometimes the police would twist a wire around a prisoner’s throat to prevent him from speaking up in court. The doctor thought it through methodically. Maybe the police didn’t want this prisoner to talk because he had been a deranged killer, a thug, or mentally unstable. After all, the Chinese penal system was a daily sausage grinder, executing hardcore criminals on a massive scale...he heard something coming from a van, like a man screaming. “Like someone was still alive?” Nijat [Abdureyimu, once a Uighur member of Chinese state security & now a refugee] remembers asking. “What kind of screams?” “Like from hell.” Nijat shrugged. The regiment had more than enough sloppiness to go around. ...As for Nijat , it wasn’t until 1996 that he put it together. It happened just about midnight, well after the cell block lights were turned off. Nijat found himself hanging out in the detention compound’s administrative office with the medical director. Following a pause in the conversation, the director, in an odd voice, asked Nijat if he thought the place was haunted. “Maybe it feels a little weird at night,” Nijat answered. “Why do you think that?” “Because too many people have been killed here. And for all the wrong reasons.” Nijat finally understood. The anticoagulant [injected into the prisoner just prior to execution with the excuse “It’s so you won’t feel much pain when they shoot you.”]. The expensive “execution meals” for the regiment following a trip to the killing ground. The plainclothes agents in the cells who persuaded the prisoners to sign statements donating their organs to the state. And now the medical director was confirming it all: Those statements were real. They just didn’t take account of the fact that the prisoners would still be alive when they were cut up. “Nijat, we really are going to hell.” Nijat nodded, pulled on his beer, and didn’t bother to smile. |
| Posted by:Anguper Hupomosing9418 |