(Clearwisdom.net) "I now realize how sinister they were to have fooled me with smiles on their faces. If they had treated me harshly, I could have remained clearheaded. But whenever they approached me, they always kept a beaming smile, yet the tricks they used were the most wicked. Invariably, they do everything they can to find out your concerns. When they see that you are concerned about your father, they try to achieve their evil goal by taking advantage of that sensitive point..." This is how Wang Bo described the deception, brainwashing, and manipulation she suffered at the hands of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).

Wang Bo

Wang Bo

Wang Bo and her once-estranged parents regained happiness after they began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. In 1999, eighteen-year-old Ms. Wang was enrolled in China's Central Academy of Music. The same year, China's persecution of Falun Dafa started, and Wang Bo and her family lost their freedom because they refused to give up their faith and spoke out for Falun Dafa.

At the end of 2000, Wang Bo was illegally sentenced to forced labor for clarifying the truth about Falun Gong, and in early 2001, she was transferred from Shijiazhuang Forced Labor Camp to Xin'an Forced Labor Camp in Beijing, where she was deprived of sleep for days on end. Later, she was held and forced to undergo brainwashing at the Provincial Center for Legal Education in Hebei. On April 8, 2002, abusing the young woman's innocence and honesty, the talk show In Focus from China's Central Television Station (CCTV) broadcast a fabricated program about Wang Bo and her family, and the CCP's other media outlets, including the Xinhua News Agency, hyped it up with additional lies. During the three years during which Wang Bo was allowed to attend college, the 610 Office designated a female police officer to "accompany" Wang and keep her under constant surveillance.

The following is a transcript of Wang Bo's recount of how she was deceived, brainwashed, and used by the CCP.

Greetings, citizens of the world!

My name is Wang Bo and I am a Falun Gong practitioner from mainland China. I appeared on CCTV's In Focus in 2002, because I was deceived and used by the Chinese communist regime. Here I want to apologize to Master Li Hongzhi, and tell all the people in the world who have been misled how officials from the CCP tricked me, used me, and brainwashed me.

I was introduced to Falun Gong in 1996 when I was a senior in high school. At the time I seldom did the exercises or studied the Fa, as I was busy preparing for my college entrance exam. When I finished taking the exam in 1999 and was about to take the practice more seriously, the Chinese government started its frenzied attack on Falun Gong. At the end of 2000, I went to Tiananmen Square to clarify the truth by unfurling a banner and telling the public that Falun Dafa is a righteous practice. Because I spoke the truth, I was sentenced to a three-year term of forced labor.

I Was the First One to Be Taken Out of the Van

The CCP was holding its annual sessions of the People's Congress and the Political Consultative Congress in early 2000. As Falun Gong practitioners, we wanted to submit a co-signed letter to the people's representatives, hoping they'd discuss the Falun Gong issue, get to know us better, and rescind a range of unfair policies enacted against Falun Gong. I went to make copies of the letter, but we didn't know that our phones had been tapped and we were being followed wherever we went. We never even thought about it. I was arrested while I was making copies, and they took me to the Qingling Street Police Station. Later, I learned that they had picked up my parents, too, as well as some other Falun Gong practitioners.

They kept me separated from other practitioners at the Qingling Street Police Station. It was cold, and they cuffed me to the stair rails in the police yard. They let me stand there for a whole day, with my hands cuffed to the rails on both sides of the stairs. It was not until around midnight that they led me into a room, where the police chief began to interrogate me. "You must tell us where you got this." he barked. I told him that I didn't want more Falun Gong practitioners to get persecuted. Furious, he jumped to his feet and walked over to me. He began to punch me in the face, causing my head to hit a container behind me. Frustrated by my refusal to talk, he dragged me out of the room and cuffed me to the stair rails again. I was left there, cuffed, for three more days before they released me. They also took 200 yuan that I had with me.

The police also savagely beat my father and many others in the station. They were so ferocious that they broke the sticks they used to beat them with.

On December 5, 2000, another Falun Gong practitioner and I planned to unfurl a long banner in Tiananmen Square. There were many people in the square on that day, but they looked more like plainclothes police than tourists. We began to hear and see a commotion not long after we entered the square. As we approached the monument and took out the banner, plainclothes police officers rushed over and grabbed the banner from us. Meanwhile, they punched and kicked us viciously. As a result, the stems of my glasses broke and I sustained bruises on my hands. They furiously dragged us toward the police van and kicked us in, not forgetting to add a punch. The van, packed with Dafa disciples, took us to the Tiananmen Police Station.

Once we arrived, I saw a boy about my age, whose mouth and nose were both bleeding. As more and more Falun Gong practitioners were arrested and brought in, they started sending us to different places in police vans. I was taken to Huangshan District along with many other practitioners. We didn't know whether it was Huanshan's police station or detention center that we were driven to. What we knew was, as our van entered a big yard, we saw an office building and many police officers in the yard. When the van stopped, the officers began to look into the van. After they spotted me, one officer shouted, "Bring down the girl first. She'll be easy to deal with."

They brought me down first and took me into a room in a three-story building. They wanted to know where I was from and planned to send me back. But I refused to tell them because I didn't want my school and the local authorities to face pressure. I didn't want the local law enforcement officials to get involved in the persecution either. Besides, if I told them, I'd be kept under police custody and possibly be sent to a labor camp.

So, they kept interrogating me until one o'clock in the morning. I heard a woman's piercing scream coming from a room near mine, and I knew that they were torturing Falun Gong practitioners. I still refused to talk, so another officer came in and took me away. As I was led into the corridor and arrived at another room, I saw a Falun Gong practitioner who was about forty years old and short. A fierce-looking, intimidating officer stood by her side. Caked blood was visible in the corner of her still bleeding mouth and standing beside patches of blood-stained water, she smiled at me.

I heard the fierce-looking officer say, "Why didn't you tell us earlier? You would've avoided a lot of suffering." With those words, he led her out of the room and took me in.

He forced me to squat and tied my left wrist to one of the legs on the chair, so I wouldn't be able to stand up. The officer stayed close to me and said, "Look, little girl, it's so late now. Just tell us where your home is. I really don't want to shock you with electricity." He then used his electric baton to shock my right hand.

This officer left a clear memory in my mind with his rugged features and wide face. He saw that I was not afraid, so he said, "Aren't you afraid" as he went to bolt the door. He then placed his electric baton in a charger on the table and said he would shock me with it when it was fully charged. After that, he sat across from me and said as he held my hands, "Tell us, little girl. You see, it's already so late." I pulled my hands back and he held them again, and it went on like this for a while.

Later into the night I became afraid, so I told him that I came from Shijiazhuang. They then asked the Shijiazhuang Office in Beijing to take me back.

[To be continued]