Heal Others, Heal Ourselves
Nanjing, Republic of China
Professor Fu Xinyi took a quick detour from her route home to visit a spot she frequently visited. Near the tomb of Sun Yat-Sen on Purple Mountain was a monument to the victims of the Cultural Revolution who came from Nanjing. It resembled a giant scroll carved from black stone with the names those killed by the Red Guards during the course of Mao's final major social campaign.
Before the CCP caved in on itself. Before the Kuomintang returned. The names of two of her uncles were on this monument. She didn't know if she was fortunate or not, but she'd spoken to one of the men responsible for their deaths. A broken man, one hollowed out by shame. He was far from the last she'd spoken too.
She'd spoken to former Red Guards and their children, providing her research to the UN administration in London. There were many disturbing similarities to the Year Zero campaigns Mao undertook and the attempt to erase history in Oceania. The past was to be consigned to the flames, those who dared to entertain the notion of a Britain before the Party were to be killed. To imagine Oceania before the Party was to imagine it without the Party.
Just as to be nostalgic for a China before Mao was to think of one without him. That very line of thinking was something many of her interviewees committed murder in order to stamp out. There was no new China without the Communist Party, and they'd destroy any who dared suggest otherwise. It was these scars that Professor Xinyi was hoping to help heal, bit by bit.
In helping Britain heal, China hoped to heal itself. What they'd been through was too similar for her to think that nothing she learned could be applied to helping restore British culture.
Professor Fu Xinyi took a quick detour from her route home to visit a spot she frequently visited. Near the tomb of Sun Yat-Sen on Purple Mountain was a monument to the victims of the Cultural Revolution who came from Nanjing. It resembled a giant scroll carved from black stone with the names those killed by the Red Guards during the course of Mao's final major social campaign.
Before the CCP caved in on itself. Before the Kuomintang returned. The names of two of her uncles were on this monument. She didn't know if she was fortunate or not, but she'd spoken to one of the men responsible for their deaths. A broken man, one hollowed out by shame. He was far from the last she'd spoken too.
She'd spoken to former Red Guards and their children, providing her research to the UN administration in London. There were many disturbing similarities to the Year Zero campaigns Mao undertook and the attempt to erase history in Oceania. The past was to be consigned to the flames, those who dared to entertain the notion of a Britain before the Party were to be killed. To imagine Oceania before the Party was to imagine it without the Party.
Just as to be nostalgic for a China before Mao was to think of one without him. That very line of thinking was something many of her interviewees committed murder in order to stamp out. There was no new China without the Communist Party, and they'd destroy any who dared suggest otherwise. It was these scars that Professor Xinyi was hoping to help heal, bit by bit.
In helping Britain heal, China hoped to heal itself. What they'd been through was too similar for her to think that nothing she learned could be applied to helping restore British culture.