As soon as the summer vacation was over and the new semester started, the assistant principal of my college said to me, “Miss Tang! You have always been teaching modestly and conscientiously. Thus we were really taken aback when a few people came to investigate you, saying that you participated in an illegal activity in public!”
“I didn’t do anything illegal; I just practiced Falun Gong in a park.”
“We fully trust you. We’ve told them you were an excellent teacher and a very kind-hearted person.”
Thinking of the Dafa books in my dormitory, I asked anxiously, “What if the police came search my dormitory?”
“No worries! We wouldn’t allow them in! We would protect you! You just go on practicing your Falun Gong, secretly though.”
I knew full well in my heart: Once the CCP decided to do something bad to me, my school wouldn’t be able to protect me.
It was a regime that once sent tanks to crush innocent citizens and students.