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Night of 24.09.2013, they came to our hotel room, harassed and wanted to check our I.D. cards. Fortunately, my mother has arranged for me to move to Blogger Nguyen Tuong Thuy’s home for safety and to prevent them from seizing my I.D. card, and.or any difficulty for my traveling. While I was approaching a taxi, I saw many men in black outfits surrounded the area. Although everything seemed to have no problem for my flight at 21h00 on September 25, 2013 departing Hanoi and taking us back to Saigon, however, a turn for the worst happened instead. At around 19h00, while Mr. Pham Ba Hai, Mrs. Duong Thi Tan, Mr. Le Quoc Quyet, my mother Mrs. Nguyen Thi Nhung, a few other people and I were at Mr. Nguyen Tuong Thuy’s house, the police came, pounding on the door and arrested everyone.
To recap, before the police’s raid, everyone including my mother has asked me to go upstair and lock the door for my safety. I used Facebook and called out for help, notified Facebook friends about the police surrendering and irruption. I heard noises, pounding, breaking, resisting cries from downstair. Soon after, they broke down the door, grabbed and dragged me out of the room, down the stairs as my shoes slipped off my feet. They started rambling with non-sense questions as they tightly controlled my body physical movements. Defensively against their violent behavior, I shouted, “What do you want?” A big man wore a beige color shirt tucked in, and a metal watch on the wrist came and slapped hard on my face. Then he commanded, “Get her out of here”. Immediately, they bagged me and shoved me into a front seat of the car while kicking my body. The same man repeatedly slapped my face and threw me into the back seat next to a large woman, short hair in a jean jacket and blue socks. His slaps on face grew stronger. My glasses fell off, and I panicked. The woman then choked down my neck, pinned me until I fell to the back. My mother was soon smuggled into the car with me. I broke down in tears and held my mother’s hand tightly, I was scared for her.
They took us to the police station, separated me from my mother. I protested, but they pinned my head against the wall and threatened, “Do you still want to go home in Binh Thuan with your mother?” There were 3 or 4 policemen grabbed and shoved me into a room, the same woman from the car took away my phone as she began conducting interrogations. She forced me to write a report about my trip with a content including the destinations, people I have met, and the purpose of our meetings. In addition, she asked more about my relationships with people. I refused to write the report, and my head immediately was pinned against the wall again with more threats. “Write it! If not, you will be taken back to the prison camp.” I replied, “I was fooled many times by you people, I did not violate or commit any crime, I do not need to write or confess to anything, so do what you want.” My thought was, with the dictatorship of the proletariat, they can do whatever they want, and they could not careless regard to what the International Laws have stated about human rights. I was willing to have them taken me back to the prison camp of the communist regime. Suddenly, they brought in a well-dressed middle-age man, possibly in his 50s. The woman introduced him, “I’d like to introduce the Ministry of Education here to work with you.” He refused to identify himself with names as his information has been well hidden. He asked about my studies. I responded, “Even though I have submitted all of the school requirements and classes have already begun, yet I still have not received a response from them.” That was it, then he walked out and I continuously waited to be taken back to the prison camp. A serving police officer came in, slammed on the desk with a legal size document and told me to sign. I asked him, “What is it about?”. He asked, “Did you know you have violated the laws? Did you know that while on probation, you may not leave the local areas at all without notifying the authorities?” I responded, “I have not violated anything, the presiding Judge of Appeal clearly explained that I do not need to report to any agency or authorities until the “Enforcement Decision” is effective. When it does, the probation office will send me a “Notice to appear” and I will work with them simultaneously. So, can you show me the “Enforcement Decision”? He quickly recoiled and hastily calling a person to witness the signing. I asked, “this person signing as a witness, is he a civilian or a police officer?” “Police officer”, he answered. I replied, “doesn’t that fit the phrase lay him out in the dust?”. He exclaimed, “it’s none of your concerns” and quickly walked out of the room, vanished.
A 7-seated van came at around 21h00. I asked one of the policemen, “I thought you guys are taking me back to prison?”. He replied, “who said to prison?”. I pointed at the woman, “she did.” He smirked and said nothing, went into the van and answered a phone call. My mother found out that they were taking us to Noi Bai airport, forcing us to depart to Binh Thuan immediately while our luggage are still at Blogger Nguyen Tuong Thuy’s home. Everyone in the car was busy talking on their phones, except my mother and me. I overheard their conversations – some was asking for instruction while other was talking calmly to her family after her suppression toward us.
My mother soon passed out, since she has not eaten anything. However, they callously wanted to throw us into the aircraft on a cold night without a single piece of decent warm clothes, while strong wind pierced through my skin, disheveled hair and barefoot. Under the circumstances, I decided to cancel the flight. I worked with Mr. Tran Quoc Hoan, representative of Jetstar Pacific Airlines to process the paperwork, stating and confirming that the passengers had gone through check-in and prepared to board the flight when she passed out. Airport agents proceeded with protocols, provided supports and transferred the passengers to a waiting lounge, called for medical support and recorded documentation of the incident. An aviation security officer named Nguyen Dinh Trung asked for my I.D. card along with my mother’s to book another flight for our depart, but he was soon disappeared and never returned our articles. At around 24h00, Mrs. Tan, Mr. Hai, Mr. Quyet, Mr. Le Thien Nhan came to our aide, but they were stopped by the security officers from entering the waiting area. Moreover, I was banned from communicating with others, as well. They tried to separate my mother and me, yet I protested. Uniformed and undercover police officers suddenly showed up. At first, there were about more than twenty of them, then more of them appeared, at least 40 plus police officers were present. I helped my mom to stand up, all of a sudden, an officer in a black shirt tucked-in pushed hard on my chest, caused us to fell down on the ceramic floor. I helped my mom up again while we tried to regain our strength and balance; that same man repeated the same tactic; he had his hands on my breasts the second time. Nonetheless, I was not going to let him violate me again; hence I shouted, “What are you doing? Why are you assaulting me?” He stopped, quickly turned and left. I lay my mother down on the bench, and tried to run to get help; but he and the others chased after and tackled me down as I protested. See video.
I continuously requested them to let me speak talk to the person in charge but received no response. Much later, around 4h00 am on September 26, 2013, a group of 4 people including the woman from the police station on the night before arrived. I noticed she changed out from the jean jacket and replaced with a yellow shirt and a pair of dark shades, scarier look. My mother was awake, when she went to use the bathroom, this group of four took control of her and deprived her handbags, which contained personal documents, some valuable items without a warrant or any type of written declaration. In my opinion, this is predatory actions. When my mother tried to turn on her cell phone, the woman quickly rushed over, with a headlock move, she pinned my mother’s neck and seized the phone. She condemned us to make and.or receive any call. My mother perpetually struggled to get out of the painful body locked of these officers, but they twisted her arms backward and dragged her away. I pulled her back and shouted, “My mother has every citizen’s rights, and you need to let go off her immediately.” Then I repeatedly requested to have our I.D. cards returned, but there was only silent. At roughly 6h00 am on September 26, 2013, they escorted us onto Vietnam Airlines Airbus and arrived at Tan Son Nhat through a private entrance, people nearby looked at us with curiosities and disgrace. We were being treated as criminals, walked through private passage, shoved into a 7-seater van, accompanied by 2 two police agents on both sides. There were 6 people in the car; 2 men sat in the front seats, 1 man and the woman sat in the back guarded both of our sides. The woman handed my mother’s bag to a man in a green shirt, and the other man handed him our I.D. cards. I asked, “where are you taking us?” The woman replied with a crude “Ugh” and turned to silent.
At around 13h00 pm, they brought us into the hall of People’s Committee of Ham Tri. There were about 300 people present at the conference hall, proceeding with the decision to implement my probation sentence and returned the bag to my mother in a rude manner. My mother refused to accept the bag with many good reasons. I requested them to return our I.D. cards and other personal documentation, but they disregarded my numerous attempts. While the situation has not been resolved, they called the session is adjourned.
Nguyen Phuong Uyen
