UNITED KINGDOM PRIVATE COMMUNIQUE 0.

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Gulnar Telet, age 59, was born in Ghulja on January 1, 1965. While studying at a
petroleum university in Urumqi, she met her future husband, Kerim, who was originally
from Altay, with the two moving to Karamay in 1988, where they would work for a local
oil company. On June 11, 1990, they married, and would go on to have a daughter,
Gulbahar.

Following multiple incidents of ethnic discrimination in the workplace, Kerim quit his
job in 2000 and made an application for asylum in the United Kingdom. Along with his
family, his application was accepted and they were awarded five years worth of refugee
status, they then submitted an application for indefinite permission to stay (ILR). After a
year of having Indefinite Leave to Remain Karim and his daughter applied and were
verified for UK citizenship in 2010, because Gulnar lacked English language proficiency,
she was unable to do the same at that time.

In August of 2023, she applied for UK citizenship and her application was being
processed, she had proven how long she had lived in the UK and had passed the Life in
the UK Test, English Test and Character Test.

On March 22nd, 2024, Gulnar received a phone call from her former company in

Xinjiang, asking her to return to Karamay to sign some documents related to her pension.

On March 24th, she booked plane tickets, planning to spend a few days in Xinjiang, April

1st to April 21st.

Her application for citizenship was approved on April 3rd, while in China. She was

staying with some friends in Karamay, Abduweli Ayup and Mutellip Imin. On the night

of April 6th in Xinjiang, at 12.23 am CST, when she failed to turn up at their residence

after having gone out at 8 pm for some shopping, they grew worried because she was not

the type of person to stay out so late. They tried calling her cellphone which yielded no

results, they tried going out and tracing her using her last known whereabouts, to no
avail. Desperate and worried, they went to local police at 4 am, but they turned a blind

eye to their complaints. Knowing about cases of citizens who had spent time abroad

being detained when they returned, her friends contacted her family, letting them know

about her disappearance and how in all probability she had been detained in a camp. Her

family was understandably distraught and panicked.

Her family alerted British officials, who contacted the Chinese embassy in London and

British embassy in Beijing.

The British embassy could not locate her, and the Chinese embassy had to be updated that

her application for British citizenship had been approved. After a week of fruitless and

frantic investigation from the British embassy, they were contacted by officials who

informed them that Gulnar Telet had been arrested and charged with selling and

transporting drugs.

British officials named Jack Reeves, Keanu Miller and Stokes Ben, were allowed to meet

with her on April 14th, in Karamay, where she was in police custody. They were given 2

hours to meet with her in a private room.

She was eerily quiet and looked almost like she was in shock. Her pale wan skin seemed

to convey horrors that she had faced while in Chinese detention. The embassy arranged

for a local lawyer for her, named Harvey Pecker, the only one whom Gulnar confessed to

about the horrors she faced while in detention (testimony attached below), but due to

attorney-client privilege, he could not expose all that had happened to her.
Harvey Pecker met with high level Chinese officials, namely Xin Pon Un, Kim Cho and

Paneer Tik. He demanded an explanation from them regarding the horrors that his client

had had to face while in detention, and threatened to get the British government involved

in this matter, leading to the involvement of the world press and potential scrutiny from

other world powers. Afraid and determined to resolve this as quickly as possible, the

Chinese agreed to speed up the processing for Gulnar’s release, ONLY on the condition

that she signs an agreement to not tell what had happened to her, to any press in China.

Harvey and Gulnar agreed to this deal, leading to the swift and quiet release of Gulnar,

whose charges were then all dropped and quietly settled. She was flown back to London

in a private Gulfstream jet.

After Gulnar’s return to London, she waived attorney-client privilege, allowing Harvey to

speak freely about her case to the British assembly.

His testimony is as follows:

I was contacted by British officials Jack Reeves, Keanu Miller and Stokes Ben, on April

14th informing me that a citizen had been arrested the day before. They flew me to

Karamay to meet with her. The picture of her sitting on the floor of a cold cell and the

story she told me made me sick to my stomach.

The day after she had landed in China, she met with her former employer , while reading

through her pension documents in the office of her former employer, with three Uyghur

plainclothes policemen coming in to detain her. Having handcuffed her, they took her to

the Kunlun Police Station in Karamay, which was about a 10-minute drive. There, she

had to leave all her personal belongings at the reception and was taken to an interrogation

room. She was first questioned about why she had left for the UK many years before,

with police asking her about her work at a cafeteria and a bakery in Manchester.

Suddenly, she was shown an old photo of her daughter, holding a small East Turkistan

flag at a protest. The police asked her if she knew the girl in the photo to which she

replied that it was her daughter. The police then declared that she was a terrorist. At the

end, after about seven hours, she got her personal belongings back and was allowed to

leave the police station, at around 5:30 PM. Her passport was missing from her

belongings and upon asking the police about it, they insinuated that if and only if she

cooperated would her passport be returned. The following day she was taken to the

Karamay Pre-Trial Detention Centre, where she was forced to sign a paper admitting that

she had taken part in the offense of “gathering a crowd to disturb social order”. She

changed into an orange outfit, with khaki leggings and a pair of smelly black socks. She

was then given a thin blanket, a plastic cup, and the tip of a toothbrush. Her ankles were

chained, and she was put in a cold, smelly cell with other women.

I was contacted by British Officials, who said that I needed to settle a drug case. While

she was never really comfortable with the British Officials, I think it was my Uyghur

heritage that convinced her to tell me her entire story. Unfortunately, despite knowing the

entire story, I was forced to settle this case like a drug case.
Encouraged by her family and Harvey, Gulnar explained the entire circumstances of her

arrest to the British Officials. The following is her testimony

Before I left China I used to teach in a Chinese language primary school, I always felt out

of place as a Uyghur although it wasn’t as traumatizing as what my husband went

through in his workplace. We both decided that the way Xinjiang was progressing, it

would soon become an impossible place to raise our daughter in, after my husband had to

endure physical violence in his workplace we fled to the UK and settled in Manchester.

He found a job driving taxis while I worked at bakeries for a while before I quit to raise

my daughter full time. We kept in touch with our friends in Xinjiang and they made us

aware of all the atrocities that they had to face on a daily basis, told us about how they

had to shave their beards, were not allowed to own a Quran or even pray in public. This

made us sure that we would never be able to return to China and was the reason we

applied for citizenship, since my english speaking skills were not as good as my family’s

I had to wait for longer.

The day I received the call from the school I used to work in, I was absolutely horrified

but they insisted that I must go back since they had urgent matters to discuss. Extremely

reluctantly I said goodbye to my family and boarded the plane to China. I was arrested

while in the school I once taught, handcuffed like a criminal.

I was first questioned about why I had left for the UK many years before, with police

asking me about my work at a cafeteria and a bakery in Manchester. Suddenly, I was

shown an old photo of mydaughter, holding a small East Turkistan flag at a protest. The

police asked meif I knew the girl in the photo, I was scared but replied honestly that she

was my daughter. The police then declared that I was a terrorist. At the end, after about

seven hours, I got my personal belongings back and was allowed to leave the police

station, at around 5:30 PM. But my passport was not given back. The following day I was

taken to the Karamay Pre-Trial Detention Centre, where I was forced to sign a paper

admitting that I had taken part in the offense of “gathering a crowd to disturb social

order”. They said it would be easiest if I cooperated and I was left with no choice. I was

changed into an orange outfit, with khaki leggings and a pair of smelly black socks. I was

then given a thin blanket, a plastic cup, and the tip of a toothbrush. My ankles were

chained, and I was put in a cold, smelly cell with other women.

Because there was no window in the cell and the neon light was never turned off, it was

difficult to know when it was day or night. There was a tap with cold water, a bucket as

the toilet, and thin sheets for the iron beds. One of the ceiling cameras was able to turn

and follow people’s movements inside the cell. An intercom would make loud

announcements in Chinese, sometimes playing loud patriotic songs and surprisingly,

Uyghur music. From time to time, a voice would shout “Number 2!” from the intercom,

and the person numbered 2 had to reply with “present”. The cell had a back door that led

to the roofless but closed open-air courtyard, in which we were sometimes allowed to

have a walk. The detention center diet resulted in me getting much thinner, as all they had
were several pieces of hard bread, grayish rice, corn flour, and cabbage soup, as well as

an egg per week.

One of the Uyghur women in my cell, Ayshem, had been there for two months already.

She told me that it was essential to memorize the rules of their cell (No. 202), which were

written in Chinese and Uyghur on a poster attached to the wall. Sometimes, the voice

from the intercom would randomly call an inmate’s number and that woman had to stand

up straight, her arms along the sides of her body, and recite the rules in Chinese. Those

who hesitated or forgot the rules would be punished. Since my Chinese language skills

had become rusty, I would often be punished. Which meant I would be taken away to a

separate room where I would be beaten with a bat until I fainted. I had heard of cases

where younger girls were also raped as “punishement”.

Specifically, the rules were:

- It is forbidden to speak Uyghur.

- It is forbidden to pray.

- It is forbidden to fight.

- It is forbidden to go on a hunger strike.

- If a person is ill and has to get medical treatment, it is forbidden for the person to refuse

the treatment.
- It is forbidden to not follow orders.

- It is forbidden to draw on the walls.

- It is forbidden to disrespect the hygienic requirements.

It was by overhearing the conversations of the other women in the cell that I first learned

of the “schools”, which sounded to her like some form of detention center. There were

supposed to be Han teachers, like in normal schools, and people were allowed to leave

after several months, when their training was over. At some point, a voice in the cell

announced:

“If your (criminal) case is bad, you will be punished and go to prison. If your case is

good, you will be sent to school.”

I wanted to be sent to “school”.

While walking through the hallway on the way to my third interrogation, I saw some of

the other cells — numbered 204, 206, and 208 — and saw that they were as crowded as

my own. At the beginning, my cell held 9 women, but this number would increase to 30

soon, the majority of the inmates Uyghur.

Interrogations at the pre-trial detention center were regular, and acted as the only

occasions to escape the monotony of the cell. When being taken to interrogation, I was

handcuffed and would have a smelly black hood put over my head. Once there, I would
be seated and locked into a chair, the arm rests used to fix both arms in place, while bars

separated the detainee from the police outside [presumably: a tiger chair inside a large

cage].

My interrogator was Ablajan, a plainclothes Uyghur policeman. I always tried to

maintain her composure in front of the police, and never cried during interrogation.

At times, she was shown photos of Uyghurs living abroad and asked if she knew them,

which she always denied even if she recognized some of the faces. The interrogations

also covered the life of Gulbahar’s family in the UK, including where she used to work.

During one interrogation, Ablajan looked at Gulnar’s folder, which contained different

documents, and also at the photo of her daughter with the Uyghur flag, and then said to

Gulnar:

“Your daughter is a terrorist.”

“No,” Gulnar would keep telling him. “My daughter is not a terrorist. I don’t know why

she went to this protest.”

The interrogation would continue:

Ablajan: “Why did the UK give you a ten-year residence permit?”

Gulnar: “I don’t know. This is the procedure for foreigners over there.”

Ablajan: “Your passport is only valid for 5”

I thought that answering the questions with what they wanted to hear would help me get

out faster, the living conditions were horrible, we had to use a bucket as a toilet and it

would only be cleaned once a day, this led to many detainees including myself, getting

health issues like diabetes.

Then one day I was suddenly moved back to the police station where the officers

threatened me into promising not to admit anything to my lawyer. I was in a haze of sorts

and barely registered anything. All I remember afterwards is feeling the most relief I have

ever felt in my life. I don’t know what they said to the British officials but all I know is

that I was soon reunited with my family and will be forever grateful to Harvey.

Her health report after returning is as follows; she was diagnosed with diabetes caused by

her detention:

HEALTH REPORT : 506

PATIENT DETAILS
Patient Name: Gulnar Telet
Age: 59 years Blood Pressure:150/80 mmHg
Weight: 47 kgs Heart Rate: 70 bpm
Sex: Female

Physician Details
Name: Dr BR Anderson, MBBS, MD, PhD
ID: 564378

Specimen details
Date ordered: 29/06/2024
Date reported: 3/07/2024

TESTS RESULTS FLAG

NMR LipoProfile
LDL Particle Number
LDL-P 1739 High nmol/L

[Reference Low <1000

Moderate 1000-1299
Borderline High 1300-1599
High 1600-2000
Very High >2000]

Lipids
LDL-C 165 High mg/dL

[Optimal <100
Above optimal 100-129
Borderline 130-159
High 160-189
Very High >189]

Note: The patient is suffering from Type II Diabetes.

After being encouraged by British officials, she agreed to an interview with BBC to share

her story with the world.