China's Gruesome Organ Harvest (China's Falun Gong Organ Harvest Camps)

....At any given time, 100,000 Falun Gong practitioners were said to be somewhere in the Chinese penal system. Like most numbers coming out of China, these were crude estimates, further rendered unreliable by the chatter of claim and counterclaim. But one point is beyond dispute: The repression of Falun Gong spun out of control. Arrests, sentencing, and whatever took place in the detention centers, psychiatric institutions, and labor camps were not following any established legal procedure or restraint. As an act of passive resistance, or simply to avoid trouble for their families, many Falun Gong began withholding their names from the police....

In early 2006, the first charges of large-scale harvesting--surgical removal of organs while the prisoners were still alive, though of course the procedure killed them--of Falun Gong emerged from Northeast China....

Harry Wu, a Chinese dissident who established the Laogai Foundation, had already produced reams of evidence that the state, after executing criminals formally sentenced to death, was selling their kidneys, livers, corneas, and other body parts to Chinese and foreigners, anyone who could pay the price. The practice started in the mid-1980s. By the mid-1990s, with the use of anti-tissue-rejection drugs pioneered by China, the business had progressed. Mobile organ-harvesting vans run by the armed services were routinely parked just outside the killing grounds to ensure that the military hospitals got first pick. This wasn't top secret. I spoke with a former Chinese police officer, a simple man from the countryside, who said that, as a favor to a condemned man's friend, he had popped open the back of such a van and unzipped the body bag. The corpse's chest had been picked clean....

More people drinking the Falun Gong kool-aid. The reason it doesn’t get any mention is because the story is concocted. All the so-called evidence isn’t even circumstantial. Kilgour and Matas are essentially useful idiots. It’s not that no one but the National Review is carrying the story, it’s that everyone else has figured out it’s fake except the “true believers”.

For example, the “doctor’s wife” who alleges organ harvesting is an anonymous source whom no one, besides Falun Gong has actually met or confirmed. The Sujiatun hospital has already been checked by the U.S. state department and other dissident groups and it cannot possibly have handled the number of patients Falun Gong claimed let alone being the site of a concentration camp.

The recorded phone conversations aren’t evidence in the slightest. I can call my neighbor and claim to be a terrorist, record the conversation, send it to the FBI and claim that Bob from Podunk is planning a terrorist attack. It doesn’t actually mean Bob from Podunk is planning a terrorist attack.

Transplant figures not matching up with execution lists? This has to be Falun Gong organ harvesting? Or maybe not. Occams razor states that the simplest answer is usually the true answer. The largest source of organ transplants in the world come from... everyday joes who get into accidents. Industrial accident, car wreck, falling tree, etc. The number of people pulverized annually on Chinese roads is remarkable. But lets ignore that shall we and claim it all comes from Falun Gong practitioners.

And then for a godly person loving their neighbor as themself, this story,

Caring for Others

Reference: Heroes - People Who Made A Difference In Our World by Dr. Harold J. Sala, (OMF Literature, Inc., P.O. Box 2217 Manila, Philippines, 1998), pp. 29-31.

“Inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.” Matthew 25:40, NKJV

Doug Nichols describes it as “what seminary can’t teach.” It’s one of the lessons learned in the school of experience that is otherwise described as “the school of hard knocks.” In 1967, Doug, who today heads a Christian mission known as Action International Ministries, was serving as a missionary in India. When he contracted tuberculosis, he was eventually sent to a sanitarium to recuperate.

Though he was living on a support scale not much higher than the nationals who also were hospitalized in the government sanitarium, people thought that because he was an American, he had to be rich. Doug said, “They didn’t know that I was just as broke as they were!” While he was hospitalized, Doug tried unsuccessfully to reach some of the patients, but his efforts were generally met with rebuffs. When he offered tracts or Gospels of John, he was politely refused. It was obvious that the patients wanted nothing to do with him or his God. Discouragement set in and Doug began to wonder why God had allowed him to be there anyway.

Doug would often be awakened in the night by the rasping sound of coughing, both his and others. But then, what would you expect in the TB ward of a sanitarium? Unable to sleep because of his raspy cough, early one morning Doug noticed an old man trying to sit on the edge of the bed, but because of weakness, he would fall back. Exhausted, the old man finally lay still and sobbed. Early the next morning the scene was repeated. Then later in the morning, the stench that began to permeate the ward certified the obvious: the old man had been unsuccessfully trying to get up and go to a rest room.

Says Doug, “The nurses were extremely agitated and angry because they had to clean up the mess. One of the nurses in her anger even slapped him. The man, terribly embarrassed, just curled up into a ball and wept.”

The next morning- about 2:00 A.M.-Doug noticed the old man was again trying to generate enough strength to get himself out of bed. This time, though, without thinking, Doug got out of bed, went over to where the old man was, put one arm under his head and neck, the other under his legs, and gently carried him to the rest room. When he had finished, Doug carried him back to his bed.

But what happened after that is what makes the story. The old man, speaking in a language Doug didn’t understand, thanked him profusely, and then... gently kissed him on the cheek.

The story doesn’t end there, either. Eventually Doug drifted off to an uneasy sleep. In the morning he awakened to a steaming cup of tea served to him by another patient who spoke no English. After the patient served the tea, he made motions indicating that he wanted one of Doug’s tracts. “Throughout the day,” says Doug, “people came to me, asking for the Gospel booklets. This included the nurses, the hospital interns, the doctors, until everyone in the hospital had a tract, booklet, or Gospel of John. Over the next few days,” he adds, “several indicated they trusted Christ as Savior as a result of reading the Good News!”

A final thought. The world doesn’t care how much you have or what you know; they want to know how much you care. “I simply took an old man to the bathroom,” says Doug, adding, “Anyone could have done that!”

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