Nina Wu continues to document her efforts to get information about her brother’s case in her latest blog entry, “Police station.”
I once talked to a friend who had a similar experience. Both of us disliked going to the Public Security Bureau or police station. Every visit was emotionally torturous. After coming out we always felt even more helpless and bleak. To public security personnel, this is just one of thousands or tens of thousands of cases they deal with. You can see the indifference of repetition on their faces. But to us, our loved ones are 100%, an indispensable part of our own world of happiness. The cruel contrast between hopes and reality can put you into the cold depths of hell.But, in order to learn about my brother, I could only clench my teeth and go back to the police station. Luckily, the old police officer who received me helped me reach the one officer who showed me his identification when I first met the police, Officer Zhang. When I asked to see the officer in charge of the case, he refused, as expected. He told me that the last time already brought him a great deal of trouble. Not all police in the world are cold-hearted. He patiently gave me my first class on how police work a case. The Beijing Public Security Department Internal Security Office was responsible for my brother’s case. Should I celebrate that that it isn’t as serious as cases relating to national security? But it’s not as simple as a common criminal case? Is it a political case? But I know that my brother has absolutely no political tendencies. All these possibilities exceeded the scope of officer Zhang’s ability to answer. My heart softened, and I let him hang up the phone. With a soft heart, it’s impossible to accomplish anything important. Before, I was soft, so I couldn’t do investment banking. Now I’m soft, and I can’t get any information about my brother? Tears of failure streamed down my face; my fatigued body couldn’t take another step. Watching the hurried masses going in and out of the police station, I felt inwardly vexed: besides his relatives and friends, did anyone care about Haozi’s disappearance?
Outside, I have the support of a husband, friends and lawyers. Inside, my brother cannot read or receive any information from outside. Isn’t he even more alone and helpless? I must remain firm. I can’t break down before my brother does. Just as I believe that my brother has a generous and loving heart, I will always believe that my brother is innocent. I only hope that his honest personality will not bring him too much hardship and suffering.