The following is a translation of this post on Wang Keqin’s blog
At this moment, a scarce hour away from the 22nd international AIDS day, as I sit here writing this headline a friend of mine with AIDS is sitting in his home being watched by seven or eight people from the government. He sent a call for help by text message, saying “I’m being held in my hometown; I’ve lost my freedom!”
At the time I received the text in my office, I was receiving six representatives for over 140 people infected with AIDS and/or hemophilia who are seeking media attention, crying out: “please give us compensation and return our fundamental freedoms!”
Let’s talk about the friend with AIDS who’s lost his freedom. His name is Tian Xi (“Happiness Tian”); he’s got such a lively and joyful name, but his destiny seems less positive.
In 1995 [or perhaps ’96 or ’97, Wang Keqin’s post has contradictory dates and numbers in different places] in Gulv town in Henan province, 9-year-old Tian Xi accidentally got a slight concussion, and in the county hospital nearby, received blood transfusions.
[Wang Keqin goes into more detail, but long story short, Tian Xi had contracted HIV from the blood transfusion. Then Tian Xi takes over, giving his own account of more recent events.]
Treatment and compensation has been continuously delayed, there has been no effective resolution.
At 9 AM on the morning of November 11th, 2009, I was at a hospital with two female patients who also contracted HIV from blood transfusions presenting a petition asking for justice. At 11, I was called away by someone from the local health department, and a government official came and took me away. The two women (Zhao and Cao) were taken away by the police. I was taken to a Beijing guesthouse.
On the 22nd, I was taken back to my home from Beijing by someone from the local government, ostensibly for the purposes of negotiating a settlement.
From the 23rd to the 26th, I met with people from the bureau of health, the county head for the health bureau, an associate dean from the hospital where I was infected, but we still weren’t able to reach an agreement about treatment and compensation.
On the 26th, on a pedicab on my way to the station to return to Beijing, I was suddenly joined by two strangers, who took me to a red Changhe car with the license plate “豫QDA518” [豫 indicates it is a Henan plate], saying we’d first go to the Madian City Train Station and then go to Beijing together.
As we were about to move out of the county via the borderline tollbooth, the strangers got a call from Zhao Xinyue, the secretary of the Party discipline committee, and I was taken back into town.
That day, a man of uncertain identity turned up at the eastern entryway of the alley my house is in, and a black Santana [car] with the license plate 豫Q63007 follows and watches [me]. The red Changhe car is at the western entrance. Later I learned that they are people from the local government “protecting stability”, in total there are around ten watching me in shifts.
Now I’m without hope for effective treatment or just compensation, my freedom of movement has been constrained; the situation is that there’s no way for me to leave the county!
[Wang Keqin takes back over, writing a bit about Tian Xi’s character (good, charitable, gentle) and his worsening medical condition (“What I worry about most is whether he’s able to take medicine on time!”) He then writes:]
Tian Xi gave me the phone number for Li Heling, a local government leader: 15139646669. I called them, and they said, “We’re in the process of getting him treatment!” I said, he doesn’t have any medicine to take tonight. They said, “I don’t understand the situation, we will work on figuring it out tomorrow.”