Following is a script of Fonda’s Radio Hanoi broadcast, August 
1972.  American POWs were forced to listen to this propaganda 
which was played on speakers in their cells.  

The following public domain information is a transcript from the 
US Congress House Committee on Internal Security, Travel to 
Hostile Areas, HR 16742, 19-25 September, 1972, page 7671.  
Radio Hanoi attributes talk on DRV visit to Jane Fonda; from 
Hanoi in English to American servicemen involved in the Indochina 
War, 1 PM GMT, 22 August 1972.  Text: Here's Jane Fonda 
telling her impressions at the
end of her visit to the Democratic Republic of Vietnam (follows 
recorded female voice with American accent):

"This is Jane Fonda.  During my two week visit in the Democratic 
Republic of Vietnam, I've had the opportunity to visit a great many 
places and speak to a large number of people from all walks of 
life--workers, peasants, students, artists and dancers, historians, 
journalists, film actresses, soldiers, militia girls, members of the 
women's union, writers.  I visited the (Dam Xuac) agricultural 
coop, where the silk worms are also raised and thread is made.  I 
visited a textile factory, a kindergarten in Hanoi. The beautiful 
Temple of Literature was where I saw traditional dances and 
heard songs of resistance. I also saw unforgettable ballet about the 
guerrillas training bees in the south to attack enemy soldiers. The 
bees
were danced by women, and they did their job well.  In the 
shadow of the Temple of Literature I saw Vietnamese actors and 
actresses perform the second act of Arthur Miller's play All My 
Sons, and this was very moving to me--the fact that artists here 
are translating and performing American plays while US
imperialists are bombing their country.   I cherish the memory of 
the blushing militia girls on the roof of their factory, encouraging 
one of their sisters as she sang a song praising the blue sky of 
Vietnam--these women, who are so gentle and poetic, whose 
voices are so beautiful, but who, when American planes are
bombing their city, become such good fighters. 

I cherish the way a farmer evacuated from Hanoi, without 
hesitation, offered me, an American, their best individual bomb 
shelter while US bombs fell near by. The daughter and I, in fact, 
shared the shelter wrapped in each others arms, cheek against 
cheek. It was on the road back from Nam Dinh, where I had 
witnessed the systematic destruction of civilian targets-schools, 
hospitals, pagodas, the factories, houses, and the dike system.

 As I left the United States two weeks ago, Nixon was again 
telling the American people that he was winding down the war, but 
in the rubble-strewn streets of Nam Dinh, his words echoed with 
sinister (words indistinct) of a true killer. And like the young 
Vietnamese woman I held in my arms clinging to me tightly--and I 
pressed my cheek against hers--I thought, this is a war against 
Vietnam perhaps, but the tragedy is America's.

 One thing that I have learned beyond a shadow of a doubt since 
I've been in this country is that Nixon will never be able to break 
the spirit of these people; he'll never be able to turn Vietnam, north 
and south, into a neo-colony of the United States by bombing, by 
invading, by attacking in any way. One has only to go into the 
countryside and listen to the peasants describe the lives they led 
before the revolution to understand why every bomb that is 
dropped only strengthens their determination to resist.

I've spoken to many peasants who talked about the days when 
their parents had to sell themselves to landlords as virtually slaves, 
when there were very few schools and much illiteracy, inadequate 
medical care, when they were not masters of their own lives.

But now, despite the bombs, despite the crimes being created--
being committed against them by Richard Nixon, these people 
own their own land, build their own schools--the children learning, 
literacy--illiteracy is being wiped out, there is no more prostitution 
as there was during the time when this was a French colony.  In 
other words, the people have taken power into their own hands, 
and they are controlling their own lives.

And after 4,000 years of struggling against nature and foreign 
invaders--and the last 25 years, prior to the revolution, of 
struggling against French colonialism--I don't think that the people 
of Vietnam are about to compromise in any way, shape or form 
about the freedom and independence of their country, and I think 
Richard Nixon would do well to read Vietnamese history, 
particularly their poetry, and particularly the poetry written by Ho 
Chi Minh.”