This is an excerpt of an essay by William Lutz which has connections to Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four

Reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes; only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal. Whatever the Party holds to be the truth is the truth. It is impossible to see reality except through the eyes of the Party.
--George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four

Thousands of troops did not attack the students in Tiananmen Square on June 4, 1989. No students were shot, bayoneted, or crushed by tanks. No one died in Tiananmen Square. No one died in Tiananmen Square. No one died in Tiananmen Square.

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The testimony of our own eyes cannot and should not be believed. The extensive videotaped scenes of the violence and death in Tiananmen Square simply misled you from the truth. After all, as Yuan Mu, the spokesperson for the government, made so clear, “The development of modern technology can allow people to turn out even a longer film to distort the truth of the matter.” No one died in Tiananmen Square.

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So too did Comrade Chou admit his error. The blood on his shirt was not that of people killed during the army’s attack on the square. “I was wrong,” Chou said. “The Party and the government have said that nobody was killed, and I made a mistake. I was influenced by bad elements and counterrevolutionaries. The blood on my shirt was surely that of a martyred soldier.” No one died in Tiananmen Square.

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To guide you in your correct thinking and to ensure that you truly understand what really happened, the party provides the necessary guidance: “Without the Communist Party, there would be no China.” “Love the Party, love the socialist motherland.” As the loyal party member said, “What they really want is for you to say, ‘We love Deng, we love the party and we love socialism.’ And we all say it of course.” No one died in Tiananmen Square.

Almost unconsciously he traced with his finger in the dust on the table: 2 + 2 = 5….it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
--George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four