Commentary SLAM! My entire body shuddered as I heard the CCP guards slam the large metal door behind me. I was horrified. I stood there, blood-stained blankets in hand, trying to take in my new surroundings: the interior of a black-site Chinese communist prison cell. Days earlier, a police raid had been carried out on my office in Beijing where I was told to show up at a police station to discuss why I was in China. I spent hours being interrogated by CCP police officers after being separated from my colleagues. “Do you know how much money we make,” one of the police officers asked me after his colleague inspected my Chinese income-tax documents. “I don’t,” I replied. “You make more than we make,” he shot back, implying that a foreigner earning more than a Chinese national was in and of itself, illegal. “You make too much money in …