My experience being rounded up by the Chinese police at the big Shenzhen drug raid

[In the early hours of February 21, 2016, there was a major drug raid at a Shenzhen rave party. It has since become international news, reported on by The Guardian and Vice. I was rounded up along with hundreds of other people, and this is my story.]


One of the surprising things I discovered upon moving to China all those years ago was that illegal drugs are remarkably easy to come by.  Before arriving, one would assume that wouldn’t be the case in a pseudo-Communist country. Yet, the party scene introduced itself to me almost immediately and I saw that often times drugs among expats were no big deal. Perhaps it’s the chaos that comes with rapid economic expansion, but for whatever reason that’s the way it’s generally been.

To be specific, expat stoners I know seem to usually find a source and easily keep up their stoner lifestyle. It’s only marijuana, and it’s becoming legal in America nowadays anyway, so what’s the big deal?

Besides that, there’s MDMA in the club scene. From what I’ve observed, psychedelics such as LSD are almost unheard of unless one has a very good source –  as that kind of psyche-spirituality vibe is not apparent here. Opiates rarer still. I have heard tales of cocaine and ketamine, and newspapers do report that methamphetamine is a growing problem in China.

Based upon my admittedly anecdotal evidence, among foreigners in big cities at least, it’s mostly a bit of MDMA at clubs and the usual marijuana hit if you are into that kind of thing.

Not to mention, like almost everywhere else in the world, the main drug of choice is a certain legal narcotic which is definitely the most destructive of all: alcohol.

Personally, I am not into most that. I think I’ve done the normal amount of experimentation in my life, and politically I am quite against prohibition. But marijuana doesn’t do it for me. It’s not to say that I am morally opposed, the THC chemical reaction simply makes me feel extremely anxious and uncomfortable and I’m not a fan. I don’t particularly like alcohol either, to be honest.

The unfair thing about the world is that the random chemical reactions specific to my brain and genetics more or less keep me clean. It’s not like I’m making any major effort to “just say no.” There is nothing at all fair about functional people who enjoy smoking being punished so harshly in society, while I am not. It’s nothing but luck. And when the police came to drug test me that night, I got to go home, while some of my friends weren’t so lucky…


The Real Deal is a group of partygoers in Shenzhen who organize underground outdoor parties with electronic music – raves, if you will. I’ve been going to their parties for years. In fact, the big party that got raided was their 4th year anniversary. They advertise openly, book famous Hong Kong DJs, and have been a fixture on the community for quite some time. It never felt subversive to enjoy their events. I for one appreciate the efforts of the organizers to create a fun place for people to listen to music and find something different to do in Shenzhen. Certainly beats overpriced drinks at pretentious nightclubs.

On the night of February 20th, I decided to go to the tunnel party with my girlfriend. It happened to be near the Ikea, in walking distance from my home in the Baishizhou neighborhood. Several of my friends were there, and I expected we would all enjoy ourselves. Me and my girlfriend arrived at about midnight, met up with some buddies, had some drinks, danced, and so on. I did note that the anniversary party was quite crowded. Still, it seemed legit to me.


Don’t get me wrong. The Real Deal organizers, from my understanding, don’t go farther than make deals with local security guards.  Being that it’s outdoors and unlicensed, it’s still pretty much a “rave,” isn’t it? Yet the worst that ever happened in the past is that there’d be noise complaints and some police came to shut down the party. Normal risk, right? Or so one would think.

Without naming names, I did notice LSD and nitrous oxide around. (Are those chemicals even illegal in China?) Pills appeared to be harder to come by, ever since the two unfortunate overdoses back in December most people had been avoiding that sort of thing. No, as usual, the normal culprit was the noticeable smell of marijuana.

I don’t know what made this time so special, why there had to be a crackdown that day. I have no doubt the police knew about these parties for years but never cared. Why now? Was it because of those two overdose deaths that they felt they needed to protect us from ourselves? Was it that the crowds were getting too big and China doesn’t like big, potentially protest-y, crowds? Was it, as currently noticeable from Beijing to Hong Kong, the general atmosphere of authoritarianism which has been growing of late under Xi Jinping…?

In any case, at about 3:45 a.m. a whole lot of shit went down. I remember it clearly because my girlfriend and I had previously discussed that we should leave at 3:30 in order to not to stay out too late. When the time came, she suggested we dance a little more, and I said okay. We tried really hard to not wallow over that decision after the shit went down.

It was totally surreal. I was sitting on a curb catching up with a few pals, and suddenly saw a few police officers run down the hill. I took my girlfriend’s arm and everybody walked away at a brisk pace. Then, the abrupt end to the music caused a weird shift in scenery. The silence came with a sense of panic, and everyone started dashing toward and exit. There was a serious danger of trampling at that point. My first thought was that people were overreacting and it couldn’t be such a big deal, but I soon noticed there was something different about the closure of this party.

We got to an exit and a line of riot police with shields and batons had completely blocked the way. I have never experienced anything like that before. I couldn’t even see behind me because of the crowds, but nobody could move and it must have been blocked on every side. A bilingual, senior looking cop started yelling in English and Mandarin. “Turn off your phones! Sit down! Stay still!” It was a very confusing moment.


The weirdest thing was not knowing what to do next. Although this was an extremely coordinated attack — Shenzhen Daily reported “the Nanshan District Public Security Sub-bureau confirmed the raids had happened and that they had been planned for ‘quite a bit of time.’” — all those hundreds of officers working through the night seemed to be out of their element. We sat around for about an hour. People stood up, and were told to sit down. There wasn’t much room to sit. I saw my friends in various piles, and we tried to keep each other’s spirits up.  I had my arm around my girlfriend. On another side, I saw some expat guys getting rowdy and then handcuffed.  I saw cops with streams of plastic cable tie handcuffs, yet thankfully they were never used. All in all, in retrospect, it was pretty peaceful. At the time there was just so much speculation; we didn’t know what was going to happen.

Finally, small groups were formed and were told to walk to the nearby parked police buses. We lined up and put our hands on each other’s shoulders like a cheesy conga line.  Mine was the second or third group and I was glad to get it over with. I wanted the next step to be done with already.

Once piled into the police bus, we driven around for a while. I had no idea what kind of route they took, but I later learned that it wasn’t even that far; still walking-distance from my home. All different police stations in Nanshan District were working in tandem, and luckily the Taoyuan station was nearby. Along with my girlfriend, two other American friends also joined me in that police station. Along with about fifty people in total. I know that because we were given numbers drawn in sharpies on our hands. I was number 43, and I’ll never forget it.


I had to pee so badly! That was the most painful part of the process. There would be more urine-related activity to go around, and they gave us plenty of water. After things were eventually organized and settled down, the station waiting room was full of chairs and we weren’t allowed to leave and then the real waiting began. The boredom was the absolute worst. No music or anything.

As the sun came up, one-by-one we had to take urine tests. I heard that women had to be watched by a female officer, which is rather humiliating. Men could turn their back while being watched, though I did notice the toilet had a camera positioned above.

Somehow, it occurred to me that it would be appropriate to joke as much as possible. What else could I do but try to laugh it off? I tried to make my friends laugh, and said ganbei! (“cheers”) to the cops as I held my own steaming cup of urine. That got some smiles. I asked if they had Wi-Fi, I declared that I would pee sitting down in solidarity with the women, I sang Taylor Swift songs, I told bad jokes about horses in bars with long faces, and I suggested that I ought to call the police after such treatment. Lastly, when they put the testing device in my cup I asked if it showed I’m pregnant. Get it?


Although I tried to be on everyone’s good side, deep down I felt a lot of animosity for being treated this way. Obviously, the police officers I met are only cogs in a greater machine. Yet they are willing cogs, and cannot approve. Early in the morning they brought some steamed buns for people to eat – struck me as a good cop/bad cop ploy – and I refused to eat any.

Actually, to be fair, our station wasn’t bad compared to what I heard about others. People were made to sit outside on the floor in the cold. Victims were told that the Chinese government has a right to detain anyone innocent for 24-hours without any arrest. Some weren’t allowed to talk. Many weren’t allowed to leave until many hours later than my group.


Of the four of us in my own personal set, only three were to leave that morning. Sadly, one of my friends, of the stoner sort, was sent somewhere else after the drug test. Briefly, I had witnessed some people in a cell in the back; sad scenes of men crying and couples cradling each other. It was very worrying that a friend could be hanging out with us one minute, and then taken somewhere else the next.

After all this grueling time, just before 10:00 a.m., they started letting people out. First a Spanish woman complained until they processed her information and she was allowed to leave. Then a Chinese woman left. I crossed the barricade a few times to complain and plead and just learn what the situation was. Turned out, when I didn’t give them my passport number before (I feigned that I had forgot), they wouldn’t let us leave until everyone gave their numbers so the authorities could check our visa status. Fine. I gave in and gave my number. Then waited another hour or two. How long could it take to look up? I had even crossed the border from Hong Kong the day before. What was the big holdup?

There was one drunk, half-passed out gentleman who couldn’t be bothered to give a real passport number. People were getting angrier and angrier, turning on each other. Interesting to see how easily sleep deprivation can affect people, and on the other side to see how freedom can have the opposite effect. At last, when they had called out numbers and one-by-one we were allowed to leave, we clapped and cheered in joyous relief. “44.” “43.” “42.” Even the cops smiled as us newly freed detainees applauded.


My phone was out of power. My stomach was empty. In minimalist attire, without sunglasses to protect from the morning light, we all went home. That Sunday was a write-off day, like jet-lagged with sleep patterns all askew, and I didn’t get much done. I am getting too old for all-nighters.

In a sense, I was relieved after the experience. A part of me always wondered what would happen if I was got in trouble with the police in China. I feel vindicated now. They didn’t interrogate me or anything, they simply checked my visa status and after a long while let me on my way.

According to a translated press release, the numbers were surprising. 491 people were detained that night. 118 had tested positive for drug use, majority marijuana of course, and 93 held. (It’s not clear why 25 people weren’t held. Connections, corruption?) Of those 93, 50 of them being foreigners. Perhaps they caught like two drug dealers, but most were released after 4 or 5 days. It was called “administrative detention” or “violation.” Not arrest.

“They were after the dealers…” my detained friend later reported back to me. “Everyone else is a pawn to them.”

Those limbo days were rather terrifying. Rumors abounded, and those of us left free all scrambled to figure out what was going to happen to our friends. Moreover, there was the great question of what was happening to the community within China. Simply put, is it worth it to live here anymore?

It has now been confirmed to me that nobody (at least not the vast majority of non-drug dealers) is getting deported. Chinese and foreigners alike, they don’t even have to pay fines. All that fear, and what was the point? The city of Shenzhen undertook this massive operation, apparently all in the legal grey zone haze that is the China system, and just what was the real purpose?

With 80 percent of the detainees drug-free, and only half foreigners: The question remains, what possibly could have been the point of all that?

Whatever the point is, some kind of message has been received. Shenzhen is no longer what it once was. The expat and party scene will get past this, but something has changed. A threatening cloud of authorities now hovers over the community, and somehow China doesn’t seem as welcoming as it used to be.

The party is over.



29 thoughts on “My experience being rounded up by the Chinese police at the big Shenzhen drug raid

  1. How horrible. Glad that you are okay. Who would know that an extra dance would get you caught up in this terrible mess.

    What about the urine test? Are you with child 😉

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  2. Good that you got out of it without problems (except the ones such experience leaves in your mind).
    I know how it is to be rounded up by the police, had my own experience nearly ten years ago, aint fun spending the night in a police station!


  3. This sounds so traumatic! I am glad you guys are okay! Just stay safe. Knowing how I am, I would be terrified since the police here have tried arresting me before a few times for literally no reason. Just take it easy from now on 🙂


      • A few things happened actually lol.

        First one: when I was about two, I was with my mom and dad in the car. The police pulled us over and just started searching the car for literally no apparent reason. They then tried robbing us… My dad thankfully has his black belt in karate and beat the heck out of them… Turns out they were corrupt cops.

        Second one: I was about 13, my mom and I were driving home from the mall when suddenly we saw police lights flash on behind us… since we were literally 100m away from our apartment block, we decided to turn into our block in case they were also bogus cops… which they ended up being. They claimed that my mom did not stop at the stop sign (note: it’s 7pm in winter, they were about 300m away from the stop sign and they were on the other side of the road… they couldn’t have possibly seen it since there was also load shedding…) They then cuffed my mom and tried cuffing me too… I ended up screaming really loud to create a distraction and thankfully one of the guys who lives in our block was there and came down to assist… while he was assisting, I managed to grab my phone from the call and sent a text to my dad telling him to come downstairs… Turns out they were bogus too, but it was scary.

        Third time: our apartment block was raided by police due to an anonymous tipoff stating that there were illegal immigrants, drugs and prostitution in our apartment block… which is true, but anyway. Someone got the units mixed up (I’m unit 109 and there is an 1109…) 1109 was supposed to get raided, but instead they came into ours and cuffed my parents and I up while raiding the place… it was so scary, especially since we had never done anything remotely illegal! Recently a similar event happened, people living on the 7th floor got robbed and it was said that the perps were living on our floor… in fact, the unit next door to me. Since the police used literally no logic to look at the door numbers, they began furiously knocking at my door instead of the neighbors who were apparently involved… When they realized that my folks and I didn’t fit the description, and in fact are friends with the couple who were attacked, they let us go… but it was unnecessarily traumatizing… especially when you’ve done nothing wrong!

        There are loads of stories where people living in SA fear the cops. Just this past weekend, Derek told me about how his uncle got stabbed 7 times by police…

        Another friend of mine (who is one of those people who lives by the book, never does anything wrong and sees the best in everyone) spent a night in jail because he didn’t want to bribe a cop… poor boy missed his final exams due to it (his first exam was the following day) and ended up being so traumatized from it all…

        Long comment, I know… but that’s SA for you… I almost fear the cops these days. I see a road block, and I get shivers… that’s why I want to leave 😛


  4. That sounds terrifying and I am glad that you and your girlfriend got out without further trouble. I don’t know what I would have done in the situation. I think it’s hard to forget an event like that and even harder to regain a sense of security.


    • I appreciate it, thanks. It wasn’t that bad in retrospect, and it turned out fine in the end, but was a bit stressful at the time.

      I think human resilience wins in the end and people bounce back! Even those I know who were in jail for 5 days seem okay by now… 🙂

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  5. Glad that you are ok and no one got deported. Regarding the “why now”, for sure there is some motive behind it that we will probably never know. But being an unauthorized party, it could basically happen any time! It’s like the illegal vendors on the street, they can do their thing until the chengguan decide to go for them…

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  6. In more ways that one, the party is definitely over in China. Whether it’s the roaring economic growth or the wild west, freewheeling atmosphere. It’s being replaced with economic collapse and repression.


  7. This first person story is fantastic. Thank you for sharing. I have attended a lot of events like this across China and now feel very grateful for not having witnessed something like this myself. I’m in Chengdu but I think you are right with your final line: the party is over.

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  8. Good thing you were okay in the end. Not knowing what will happen and how long it would last, all in limbo, that must have made everyone rather nervy. I am surprised that you were taking photos throughout the whole thing, assuming those photos you took were from your phone? I have never been locked up like that, and I hope it never happens :/

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  9. Crazy experience and I truly agree with your philosophy on recreational drug use. Alcohol is certainly one of the most destructive substances but legal almost everywhere in the world. Me, I like to burn some weed at the end of a long day of work and it doesn’t stop me from keeping my life productive. I’m completely against prohibition as well; people are going to find what they want and do what they want to do on this Earth. Let’s stop allowing gangs and violent organizations from reaping the profits and perpetuating crime.

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  10. The tone of the article is like you are looking for sympathy. However, as far as I see it, you got arrested for attending an illegal party. Sounds fair to me. On top of that, the police then treated you fairly, gave you water and food and then, they even let you go without charge. I don’t think that necessarily sounds like something to complain about. Just my two cents.

    On top of that, you just had to be the obnoxious foreigner making jokes all the while. You complained that your stomach was empty, but you refused the food they offered you. And then, as if people didn’t already not feel sorry for you, you complained about not having any sunglasses for the walk home.


  11. Hi Ray! My name is Erin from Black Poppy -you are subscribed on our website and I am sure we have already spoken via email havent we? So many emails, so many replies! Im sure you understand, your site looks really well followed with a lovely and friendly, communicative community, what more could a writer ask for eh?! Ray, I just saw this post about the bust you had the bum luck to end up being involved in (good for material though!)and was wondering if I could put it on our website/blog as we never hear much about what actually goes on at parties re drugs etc. I watched a documentary recently about the ‘Ketamine Town’ known primarily for ketamine production where the entire town (far from anywhere) was involved in one way or another keeping up production until a bust that was 6 YEARS IN THE MAKING (yes you heard it right -at least i think it was six, it might have been less but it was defo YEARS!) and it was expanded somewhat to start production of some of the research chemicals etc -all around the area the land is dead from chemical waste just being dumped. Its awful -now its basically abandoned i believe with farmers struggling to repair the damage left.
    But back to your piece -we have almost 40 000 unique views /visitors a month now and although I cant offer you any money for your blog I would of course link it straight back to your site and put in a blurb about you at the top of the piece (have you got something you prefer I use about who you are and what you do type thing?) I was thinking of starting the piece a bit further on into the blog – eg “I don’t know what made this time so special, why there had to be a crackdown that day…..etc etc” – if you are really up for it, you might even want to change the bottom end and discuss the drug scene in China more generally if you happen to know any more interesting detail? For eg: Is there ‘treatment’ or is it detention style without trial (like your family or the state admit you to ‘rehab’ but its more like bootcamp. The number of drug users executed in prison (on that special day every year where they all march out to get shot! awful!!!); anything about the ketamine production and the rise of illegal labs in china, (I also heard about chinese research that tried using ketamine to help heroin users detox from heroin – I coukld see that could really work -being a disassociative, it could really help detach one from the intense pains and anxiety one feels detoxing. I never heard about that research again but would be fascinated to know more if indeed you know anything?, Anyway, Ill leave it with you -but would love to publish it either as is, or if you want to add a bit to it/swap a bit of text to include some of the other drug related info, Id be really grateful and I know our readers would be really interested to read it/more!! Hope your well, and again, great story!warm regards, Erin at Black Poppy Magazine (


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  13. I was interested in the incident in stumbled upon your blog about it. Enjoyed reading it, thanks a lot for sharing this experience


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  15. Yoooo… Stumbled over your report today when searching for this event, didn’t read it back in the days.
    Turns out we had the exact same experience, I’m even on one of your pictures inside the police station.
    What a shite night it was – the story is still fire though 😉

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