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Thursday, January 29, 2015

王丹以纪念六四为名,诈捐骗钱

原文网址:http://jasmine-action.blogspot.com/2015/01/blog-post_10.html

9. 以纪念六四为名,诈捐骗钱

据那位香港朋友讲,王丹曾经带着那个中央音乐学院的帅哥一道去跟那位香港朋友索要赞助,说是要搞什么天安门一代。那位朋友一次就给王丹拿了四千美元。王丹也随手就将钱交给了中央音乐学院的端盘子的。

王丹不仅向陈水扁索要几十万美元,向香港索要的赞助更多。他曾经向香港民主书院一次就索要20万美金,说是要办一个网站。可至今也不见那个网站建起来。这笔钱是由陶君行转给王丹。

我现在正式敦促陶君行先生向王丹这笔钱款的去向,查明王丹是否滥用善款,是否私吞善款去豢养他的红贵宾犬「豆豆」,也不是用于豢养他的遍布世界各地的同志。我敦促陶之行先生能够向捐款人负责,尽快拿出一个令人信服的财务报告。



陶君行是香港议员、港支联常委、社会民主连线主席。


王丹和陶君行等人建立华人民主书院。是香港议员、港支联常委、社会民主连线主席。王丹利用这个机构向香港各个机构及香港市民骗钱巨额钱款。






10. 王丹装聋作哑,死不认错

我的这篇文章刚一发表,王丹的反应首先是将他在王丹网站上的那张王丹同狗亲吻的头像照片换成了一个戴口罩、自封嘴巴的照片。随后就是感叹恨他的人多了,喜欢他的人更多这类不着调的评论。





王丹如此装聋作哑,以为闭上眼睛,就可以什么都看不见;堵住耳朵,就可以什么都听不见;捂住嘴巴,就可以什么都不回答。看来王丹这次又是准备死鱼不开口,死不认错了。不过我要正告王丹,你休想蒙混过关。你诈捐骗得的钱财,如果你不吐出来,看我如何将你同你的那些同志们都扒光了,让你们同柴大妈一道在光天化日之下裸奔。

11. 香港朋友力挺我对柴玲和王丹的揭露


见到我近日连续发文揭露六四天王王丹,还有六四女皇柴玲,那位香港朋友十分高兴。他立即作诗一首,鼓励我对这些民运混混的揭露:

鐵汉担道義
暴露各奸邪
警醒懞世人
加油呀加油

姜太公在此
諸鬼神讓位
百物無禁忌
萬事必大吉

由此可见,那些曾多次帮助过柴玲和王丹的香港人,对这两个人的品行还是了解的,他们从内心深处是希望有人出面揭露这些民运混混。他们不出面揭露,仅仅是因为投鼠忌器,不愿因此而糟蹋民运的整体声誉而已。

刘刚
2015年1月25日


附录1: 《王丹 我们继续与你同行》

[日期:2014-09-11] 来源:参与 作者:王军涛、王天成 等 [字体:大 中 小]

(参与2014年9月11日讯)

王丹:

我们是一批与你在中国宪政民主运动发展的各个阶段开始与你合作的朋友,今天,我们在此想告诉你:当你面临着许多非议、心境艰难之际,我们决定继续与你同行!

1, 我们决定与你同行,不是无原则的个人情感,而是因为我们与你一路走来,比别人更了解你,更有发言权。我们认为,你自投身政治以来,一直是推动中国民主运动和政治进步,相信你会继续走下去。根据中国目前情势,我们认为,中国民主运动中,你过去承担过、现在仍然承担着、并且会继续重要的角色。在民主运动中,我们不是没有经验的新兵;我们慎重作出上述决定,我们对我们的政治判断和抉择负责!

2,我们决定与你同行,不是无视对你的批评,也不是认为你是圣人和完人。但在仔细阅读对你非议后,作为曾经的共事者和当事人,我们清楚,这里有重大误解,也有看法不同。我们会在不同场合向误解者澄清误解,与不同看法者讨论不同看法。但最重要的是,作为中国民主运动的过来人,我们深知,中国民主运动是一批有人性弱点和种种缺陷的人推动的,是一批在运动中逐渐改善自己的人去发动,推进和最后完成的大业。虽然,你不是完人,也有缺陷和过失,但我们都看到和感受到你确实在民主运动中努力改善自己并确实走向成熟。因此,我们做出选择。

3,我们与你同行,是相信你能正确对待不同意见。因为我们深知人性有缺陷,才需要制度;同样,我们认为,在制度尚未建立的运动中,需要社会舆论的监督。我们理解你面对无意的误解和故意的抹黑,你感到痛苦和难过。但是,这是我从事民主运动必须要有对待不同意见的雅量和度量。面对误解、非议和抹黑,我们应当通过做得更好证实自己,消除疑虑,由此让世人增进对中国民主运动人士和民主运动的信任和信心。

王军涛,胡平,苏晓康,李恒青,张伯笠,余杰,项小吉,金岩,王天成


附录2∶ 一位美国人记录的拍卖王丹的淫秽物品的过程。

No Child Porn Here

by Alden Howes Olson

22 February 2013

This really happened. Totally no shit. I used to go to a lot of auctions, two or three a week, sometimes four or five. One of my favorite auctions was Acorn Auctions, run by Stan (name changed). Stan was terrific and he almost always had interesting items, never much high end, expensive stuff, but interesting stuff. Stuff you could either use or re-sell. I hit Acorn every Saturday afternoon to preview as early as possible, then go home to look up online the items I was interested in. Everything Stan sold was his. He bought virtually all of it at storage unit auctions, way before Storage Wars got on TV.

So one Saturday afternoon I go into the place and, because I’m always there early, only Stan is there, no one else has been in yet. I start previewing on the left side of the room, like usual, and immediately see that this auction is totally different from all the others I’ve seen Stan hold.

The first table is full of pictures of crowds of Chinese people and some Chinese soldiers. Hundreds of pictures. This is not a happy occasion. I pick up one photo that shows a guy with no forehead. The cavity behind the hole is empty, no brains, nothing inside his skull. Some blood on his face, his chin on the street. I look at other photos that show some tanks, some people running, some look like they’re throwing rocks, some injured. The crowds are huge, chaotic. This is no small event.

On the next table a little print-out by Stan says the items belonged to Wang Dan, a leader of the Tienanmen Square uprising in 1989. There are what look like old notebooks or journals. No idea what they say because I don’t read Chinese. Could be anything, but naturally you think they are journals kept as a record of the demonstrations. It was a big deal at the time. Wang Dan was more or less second-in-command. He was very present, very outspoken. The Chinese government hated him. And arrested him. Put him in jail. Eventually, he was released. Then he got jailed again. This time Bill Clinton, at a summit meeting in China, requested that the People’s Republic of China release Dan, who would come to the U.S. In fact, he would become a graduate student at Harvard.

I notice on the floor about a dozen boxes filled with New Yorker magazines. I look at the address labels - all the same address. Wang Dan; c/o Nancy Hearst; Librarian; Fairbank Center; Harvard University; Cambridge MA. I write this down.

I continue through the rest of the room. Some stuff is normal, but more of the items are clearly part of Wang Dan’s stuff. I know it must all have come from a storage unit. I ask Stan about it. He says he got it at a storage unit in Somerville a few days ago.

I say thanks and leave, go home, and call the Fairbank Center. No answer. I leave a message. I try directory assistance and find a Nancy Hearst in Brookline and call her house. No answer. I leave a message. She calls back. I tell her I’m not an expert, but this looks like historically significant stuff for sale tonight in Greenfield. Is she aware that Wang Dan’s stuff is being auctioned off? No, she says, Dan has been traveling around the world speaking out for democracy in China and it was her responsibility to pay his storage unit rent. Which she neglected to do. So his stuff was sold to Stan and now would be sold to anyone with enough money to win the bidding. I told her I didn’t have a lot of money, but I would be glad to buy the most important items and get them back to Dan as long as I could get reimbursed. She said maybe, that she would call Wang Dan, and would I please call her back in about 10 minutes. I called back. No answer. I waited another 10 minutes and called back. No answer. I did this twice more. She wasn’t picking up.

So after an hour of trying to contact Hearst, and with the auction about to begin, I drove back down and saw the stuff sold. I didn’t buy any of it. A local book dealer bought the diaries for about $7000 dollars plus 10 percent commission. $7700 and he couldn’t even read them or know for sure what they were about.

Monday afternoon I stop by Acorn to see Stan about something. He tells me he had some visitors that morning. The FBI had stopped in. They got a list of all the people who bought Wang Dan’s stuff and went to all of them and bought it all back. They paid the buyers more money than was bid. Everyone made some kind of profit, but probably not the amount they were hoping for.

Stan tells me there were also some pictures of naked boys he found in the unit. Young naked boys. Not good. At first he thought he had thrown them out with the rest of the trash that inevitably comes with a storage unit purchase, but wasn’t really sure. Turns out he still had them in the backroom along with a few other things in a some beer flats, which he was going to toss but then the FBI showed up. The FBI agent asked Stan how much he thought he could sell the stuff in the beer flats for. Stan, thinking quickly, said it was worth about $1000. So the agent paid him a grand on the spot and took all the stuff that Stan was going to toss, including the porn.

Later Monday afternoon I’m home and Nancy Hearst calls me. She is a little tense. She wants to know whether I bought anything at the auction and who else bought stuff. She asks her questions slowly, unlike when I talked with her a couple of days earlier. She keeps pausing between sentences as if someone else is in the room with her. I tell her I don’t know who bought what, but I didn’t buy any of it because she didn’t answer her phone. She told me she didn’t pick up because she was afraid I might be from the Chinese embassy. Of course.

Totally no shit here. True story. The FBI told Stan they were buying all Wang Dan’s stuff back as a matter of national security. Considering that Dan was one big, huge thorn in the side of the Chinese government and that he was the darling of the American pro-life crowd, and the politically conservative crowd, and a bunch of other crowds that hated PRC, and that no less than President Bill Clinton secured his release from Chinese jail and that Harvard had gladly taken him in, I’d guess Wang Dan’s photographs were kind of an embarrassment that the U.S. government wanted to forget about. Forever.

Posted by Alden Howes Olson at 12:00 PM

Labels: copied 10-dec-2013

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