I recently wrote a poem, a sonnet, about this horrendous situation. Most sonnets (at least the ones I write) are about 100 words long, so I experimented with 'transforming' my sonnet about the plight of the Uyghur people being indoctrinated in these re-education/labour camps into a 100-word short story.
Ironically, in the West some of these tools of indoctrination are used in schools, such as peer pressure to sing a national anthem, or the recitation of a pledge of allegiance to a flag.
Anyhow, here's the story:
In a School of Transformation
The bruising on my face and body has faded. I’ve promised to comply. The prison authorities transfer me to one of the schools of transformation, formerly known as re-education camps.
I fix my face with a mildly-optimistic smile and sing a patriotic song with my fellow pupils, praising our beloved leader who watches from the classroom wall. We sing too of loyalty and national unity.
The press pays a visit. We perform an ethnic folk dance.
I’m learning our nation’s official language. Day by day I’m transforming.
And yet when alone, late at night, my eyes are awash with tears.
Below are links to my short-listed story for the National newspaper and for a couple of stories that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment and a rating if you so desire. WARNING - Exodus Mortis is a bit disturbing:
http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness
https://everydayfiction.com/oh-christmas-tree-by-paul-a-freeman/
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
Happy writing!