Reflecting on the Most Unforgettable Experiences Under the Chinese Communist Rule
The Most Unforgettable Thing in Life
About ten years ago at a friend's gathering, somebody proposed a chat topic: each person was asked to say the most unforgettable thing, whether good or bad, that had changed their thinking and life. Everyone was quiet. Then, one friend who was born in the 1940's broke the silence.
His story started one day in January 1960, when his boarding school started winter vacation and he had rushed home to spend the Chinese New Year with his parents and sister. His home was in a small village not far from the county seat of Li in south China’s Anhui Province.
When he got home and opened the door, he found that the house was empty, and covered by a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. He was scared and went looking for people. There was no one in the village. Eventually he found his aunt at home, in her bed, dying. His aunt told him that his parents and sister all starved to death three months ago.
More than 200 people in the village of 300 died of starvation. Those who had no strength to walk stayed to die. He never found out where his parents and sister were buried, as the living did not have strength to dig graves. Corpses and bones were everywhere. He spent more than a day digging a pit to bury over 20 corpses, including his now deceased aunt. That day he knew he was an orphan in the world.
Then someone else spoke. A friend who was born in the 1960’s in Yueyang City, Hunan Province, said that he would never forget 1:00am on June 4, 1989, when he saw more than 20 soldiers wearing helmets and carrying submachine guns suddenly open fire on people on both sides of the road at the intersection of Wukesong and West Chang'an Avenues in Beijing. At least forty people dropped. He said from that moment he was fully aware that the communist regime was against the people. He felt that people living under the regime are like ants, pigs, or dogs—able to be killed by the communists anytime, anywhere, with any excuse.
When it was my turn, I talked about what happened at 12:40 pm on Sep. 1, 1966, when a dozen Red Guards, who were mostly students mobilized by Mao Zedong in 1966 and 1967 during the Cultural Revolution, broke into my home. My father was forced to kneel down to be criticized and beaten. My mother was whipped. The red guards asked her where her jewels were hidden. After nearly five hours of being beaten, my father was taken away and our house was left empty. I was 16 years old. The People's Daily editorial made it clear later that Mao Zedong was the Red Guards commander. From that moment on, I hated Mao Zedong and the Communist Party.
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The friend who spoke last told his story about his family. His father was an engineer who was categorized as a “rightist” and was sent to labor camp when he was eight years old. When he was 18-years old, his mother and sister were sent to the “5.7 Cadre School” in Hubei Province (Cadre schools were farms formed following Mao Zedong’s direction, used for forced labor to “reform” Chinese intellectuals). In August 1969, he received a letter from the school asking him to immediately pick up his sister. He rushed to the school and found out that a few days ago, his mother was raped by four members of the Political Group of the farm and had committed suicide that same night.
The Political Group told him his mother chose to end her life as she did not obey the political transformation of the Communist Party. They then let him take his sister away. He could never forget the moment when he held his sister tight and felt her trembling body. Only in the late 1980’s did the Communist Party inform them that his father had starved to death in 1960.
All of us, including the last friend and his sister, were once middle and senior level cadres in the Communist Party. Except this last one and his sister who left China with passports, the remaining three of us had all left China illegally, receiving shelter overseas. The irony was that in order for us to be able to survive in China, all three of us had become Communist Party members.
Except for one who was expelled by the Community party after he fled China, the other two were still Party members. A couple of years ago, they both publicly quit the Party and announced that they would use the rest of their lives to overthrow the communist regime and establish a new democratic China.
We four friends have lived in the West now for 20 to 30 years and are against the Communist Party. If you loved China, you too would be against the Communist Party.
I recently found out that the number of Chinese people who have renounced the Communist Party and its affiliated organizations has reached over 80 million. I believe at least one-third of them that have quit the party have used pseudonyms as they still hold official positions within the regime and don't want any repercussions to occur, so the so-called 70 million Communist party members is actually less than 50 million. In fact, this is a war between humanity and viciousness. Over 80 million people choosing to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations is openly "breaking-up" the Communist Party. The days of Communist Party rule in China are numbered.
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