After immigrating to Canada in 2001, I returned home and flew through the United States. The American police came to pick me up and accompanied me to another plane. Transiting in Chicago on my way back to Canada, I was detained at the airport awaiting the results of the review. After waiting for more than a dozen hours, a policeman came to me and said, "You probably know the old rules! You are allowed to leave the U.S. within 48 hours. I will always be with you while you are in the United States; Eat, sleep, go to the toilet, go to the store, go to the park, I will accompany you.”
I was mad at that. The American policeman said: "What are you angry about! The relationship between the United States and China is not so friendly; People like you are not welcome in the United States! What are you doing here?”
I replied, “Do nothing, just turn around, pass by! If you hadn't detained me, I would already be in my own home in Canada by this time!”
“I saw it all on my computer screen, and more than a dozen organizations investigated you for more than a dozen hours,” he said. Are you all right here!? I don't believe it! Of course, you can't tell me! I just follow what the computer screen tells me, routine, and do my job.”
Annotation 9.7-1, U.S. CIA's concern for me was a factor in my mental illness. How did I get on the list of persona non grata in the United States? It wasn't until 2014 that I finished writing my memoirs that I understood. In 1996, when I spoke to my roommate, the police officer from State (see Chapter 7 Northeastern University), he said, “They [the classmates who went to smash the U.S. consulate] got into the American Blacklist or not, I don't know, but you have already entered. I'm sorry! It's all because of me. As soon as people like me leave Beijing, they (i.e., American spies) will stare us. I came to Northeastern University for my Ph.D. and happened to live in a dormitory with you for more than a year. They don't think so; They thought I had something to do with you, so you got on that blacklist of United States.”
So why are more than 10 departments studying me together? The U.S. state department that corresponds to my State Department police roommate is the kind of "X-file" cop in American movies. They are secret police directly under the leadership of the White House and involve many departments.
Once, the Canadian Federal Police called me and asked, "You went to XXX place at YYY time; What are you doing there?”
I replied, "I was in Toronto at the time, and I haven't left Toronto during the whole time." YOU CAN CALL DAVROC WHERE I WORK TO ASK; I was always at work!”
The police said: "That group of American are investigating you and wants to see your file; We have difficulties with those people. However, we can help you find human rights lawyer and prosecute them.”
I replied, "If you have difficulties, let them see! I don't have the money to hire a lawyer.”
Afterwards, I wondered what the police said about "those people"! Who are they (Annotation 2)!
The U.S. and Canadian federal police called me several times; I don't know why, who's spying on me. Their investigations entered my credit record; I was in trouble, but I couldn't do anything.
Annotation 9.7-2, What does the Canadian Federal Police say about “that group” of American, “those people”? Who are they? Allow me to explain first who that State Department police roommate of mine is? Once, he said to me, “People like you, if I don't tell you, you won't know who I am for the rest of your life. I am a civilian official of the State Council who reviews the reports of the Ministry of Public Security. There are many people like us, and the State Council adopts the company system to manage with an unrelated company name. We are essentially employees of the State Council, but the State Council does not allow us to use the name of the State Council casually.” By similarity, that “Those American” is a secret agency directly under American president, if the Canadian Federal Police told me their unrelated agency name, they are cheating on me.
In April 2010, I went to RBC Bank to apply for a home loan. The bank's loan broker looked at my credit record and suddenly said, “Oops! You are an international figure (Annotation 3), we don't know who you are and don't do business with people like you!”
I was immediately confused: “What international figure!? Which of my credit records says: I'm international?”
Since 2002, I have been confused by police spying on me; It wasn't until I wrote my memoir in 2014 that I understood why.
Annotation 9.7-3, the investigation of me by the secret agency of the United States and the Federal Police of Canada were recorded in my personal credit record and archived for a period.