From Manchus to Modern News
Wang Dan was the most wanted in the "21 Most Wanted Beijing Student Leaders" list. He was politically active student at Peking University and after June 4 incident, he was imprisoned for 4 years. After parole in 1993, he began to write for publications overseas. He was then suspected that he was conspiring to overthrow the government and was imprisoned for 11 years. In 1998, he was flown to the US on medical parole. He then studied in Harvard University in 1998 and received a master's in East Asian history in 2001 and Ph.D. in 2008. Wang Dan is still active in promoting democracy in China, he travels the world garnering support from overseas Chinese communities.
Wei Jingsheng
Wei Jingsheng was a red guard when he was 16. When Deng Xiaoping came into power and repudiated the cultural revolution, Wei Jingsheng attacked the government, one of the very few who denounced Deng. In 1979, Wei Jingsheng was imprisoned for passing military secrets. He wrote a letter denouncing the inhumane conditions in the prison. He was detained until 1997 and was deported to the US for "medical reasons". He has won many awards for his work for democracy and has been praised as the "Father of Chinese Democracy" and "Nelson Mandela of China". He was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 2009. In the film, "Moving the Mountain", he gives his comment about the incident as a more experienced activist.
It is interesting how views about one single event can differ so much, how some people know about a major event while some are forbidden to hear of it. For example, the 1989 protests in Tiananmen Square is named an incident in China and a massacre to most of the rest of the world. At the time, the government’s view was divided, some members, such as Zhao Ziyang, wanted a soft and sympathetic approach to the demonstrations while some, like Premier Li Peng, wanted military action. Overall, the government felt that the demonstrations were threatening the stability of China.
Now days, China’s views of the incident is mostly the same, the crackdown on June 4th is still viewed as necessary military action to ensure stability. It is a topic forbidden in the government. When, in 2009, Hilary Clinton said Beijing needed to “provide public accounting of those killed, detained or missing, both to learn and to heal”, a Chinese spokesman replied saying: “The US remarks are groundless accusations against the Chinese government and in contravention of the fundamental norms governing international relations, as well as a gross interference in China's internal affairs…” Because it is a forbidden topic, information about the incident is generally banned in media in China. Twitter, flickr and other social-media websites were banned for days before and during the 20th anniversary of the incident. Internet censorship, such as in Google, is used to keep the people from finding anything related to the protests.
This is how history is portrayed differently around the world. With suppression like censorship, sometimes events are not known in the country that it happened in but is known to the rest of the world. Sometimes, the view of the government determines what they show their people, and therefore not giving them the freedom to have a view themselves.
The Promise
As I held my rifle in one hand and my rusty helmet in the other, I was certainly sure that this was going to be the last seconds of my life. I was finding for the Nationalist, part of the 87th Regiment, and our duty was to protect the main streets of Shanghai. I thought we could handle the Japanese, doubling their troops, and having the defensive advantage. But little did I know they had Tanks, Ships, and equipment that we couldn’t afford.
It was a quite day, so far, and the Japanese were approaching near, with the sirens blasting around the whole city. The civilians, frightened, they took their valuables and ran off the other directions, following the directions that our officers gave. A terrible site that was, thousands of people with their eyes filled with fear, shoving each other for the sake of their own lives. Mothers losing their child in the crowd, the elders unable to outrun the others, crushed as other frantic citizens run over them.
Waiting for our commands, we sat in the man built pit, awaiting our orders from our regiment commander. As the sirens faded out, the only thing I was able to hear was the heavy breath of our regiments, as it soon might be our last. Taking a peek over the sandbags, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Thousands of Japanese soldiers running down followed by hundreds of tanks, dead on straight into downtown Shanghai. Shouts from our commanders, we all took our positions and shot a few rounds, waiting for that lucky bullet that will reduce their army by one. Although our ammunition was low, I couldn’t help but to fire a few more, as fear overcame me and the worst possible scenarios overwhelmed my mind. That very second, did the Battle of Shanghai official start, as the regiment besides us was blown out with a tank.
We took heavy fire, as the bullets hit the sandbags that lay in front of us, none of us dared to shoot back. Shocked took over me, unable to move a single nerve, as I see the brave ones fall down like dominoes. Shaking in fear, I forced myself to peek, with thousands of Japanese men screaming at the tops of their lungs, fearlessly running towards us. I was a young man, who dreamed of things that I’ve haven’t achieved; to die with a bullet between my eyes was something I didn’t want. Listening to the voice that was in my head, I hit the ground running, running off like a coward. I was not made to fight; I was made to be an artist. Dashing off towards the opposite direction, I ran up a steep hill, while the other citizens ran off another direction, running without looking back.
As I stood there, I knew that I could never forgive myself running away from a battle, to defend my homeland against the Japanese. But I knew in my heart that I would make it up to the world. Sitting with my eyes shut, listening to the screams of help that would haunt my life forever. Taking one last glance over the war that I have left, remembering every little detail that I could see, I dropped my rifle and helmet in the cold, patched dirt. Promising myself, that one day I will make this memory of mine, and paint it out, dedicating the thousands of lives that fought to protect the home many of us called, Shanghai.
The Long March is known to be a heroic event, one to be proud of. From reading, Long March: The True Story Behind a Myth, I now know that The Long March is not as great as it is portrayed to be. The chain-swinging escapes and the massive battles were exaggerated. Before reading the article, I really did believe that the Long March did happen exactly as it is portrayed in the textbook. Now I question myself how much of history we know is actually factual and not just fiction told by leaders. It is interesting how Sun Shuyun, the author of the article, links The Long March to Moses' Exodus. To make a fight successful, the fighters need an event that they can be proud of to encourage them. This article discredits the Long March but at the same time shows how Mao altered history to make it a founding myth of China.
Labels: mao zedong, the long march
The Long March Diary
Dear Diary,
Chiang Kaishek is drawing near, and Russian Agent Otto Braun has informed us that we should retreat as soon as possible. They surrounded us; we are unable to have our food, clothing, and ammunition. They cut us off, and it was time we broke out marching to Yanan, where we can finally be able to rebuild and be prepared once again. But in the last seconds, Mao was appointed once again. Many of us looked up to him, he was charismatic, and had a heavy accent that was unclear to some. He promised us a new China, and the things he tell us about a new China, where everything is “We” not “I”. That gave us hope for the long journey, the journey that will later create the new China.
I was one of the men that carried a gun up front, to protect my family from the enemy, while they are in the back drenched in sweat. It was a hard walk, going up mountains, crossing long rivers, and many other things that we’ve encountered along the way. Finding Chiang Kaishek men along the way, those brave men who lost their lives protecting us while we ran around.
Many of us didn’t make it. Some died from the battles, other died of diseases. Others just died from exhaustion, while some died from lack of food and water. It was unbearable, forcing to leave a friend behind, knowing they were unable to carry on, as if it was pointless to try. After countless days of hiking to our destination, not many of us survived the whole way. But we all had a goal for China, and maybe it was worth dying for. This is where we established a camp, and this is where the start of Communism starts, again.
Dear diary, October 21, 1935
wang guo wei
Labels: boxer's rebellion, guomindang, puyi, qing dynasty, sun yatsen, warlords, yuan shikai
| European leaders dividing a pizza labeled China |
| Chinese Christian converts seeking refuge |
| Six-nation force in Beijing |
All of this that I think about has lead to this moment as I wait for my turn to be beheaded. Under the unforgiving sun, crowds and crowds of people stand around watching the execution. They have tied my body to a pole and my hands behind my back. I lift my head unafraid to encourage the crowd to stand for themselves as I have done. In moments I will leave this world but I am not afraid. I know that I have shown the other Chinese men that you can revolt.
Labels: 1900, boxer's rebellion
There was too much going on for him, since he was a child.
Waking up in the morning to check what’s in his bowl,
If it wasn’t his favorite he’ll go very wild.
Starting rebellions against the Emperor, losing my men.
It was his time to step down being China’s number one,
Going to miss scribbling with my favorite pen.
Labels: empress cixi, puyi, sun yatsen, unequal treaties