When A Man Gets Power, Even His

In Spring 1989...i Saw The Buildup Of Demonstrations From Chengdu To Tiananmen Square. It Struck Me That Fear Had Been Forgotten To Such An Extent That Few Of The Millions Of Demonstrators Perceived Danger. Most Seemed To Be Taken By Surprise When The Army Opened Fire.

I No Longer Have The Terrible Nightmares That I Used To Have. Mao Had Just Died In 1976, And China Began To Open Up. For The First Time Scholarships To Go To The West To Study Were Awarded On Academic Merit.

I Remember When My Mother Pointed To A Stone, And She Said This Was The Kind Of Stone People Used To Place On The Feet Of The Baby Girls To Stop Them Trying To Climb Away And Unbind Their Feet.

China Is More Prosperous Than Before. The People Have Better Lives But They Are Not Happy And Confident Because The Scars Are Still There.

The Chinese Seemed To Be Mourning Mao In A Heartfelt Fashion. But I Wondered How Many Of Their Tears Were Genuine. People Had Practiced Acting To Such A Degree That They Confused It With Their True Feelings.