reforms. This country has already died. I love China and I can’t put up with the Communist Party, the killer,
anymore. The Chinese people have to change
this country by destroying it first, and then rebuild a real China. Although we’ll feel pain when doing this,
it’s the only way for us to change,’ her eyes looked into mine. ‘If this country needs a revolution, I’ll be the one
who engages in it. This is my own definition of the word ‘justice’, my own answer,’ she smiled and then ran
away, towards her buddies.
Why had she smiled? Was it because she had finally found her own answer? Then, where was my answer?
What should I do?
At that moment, I remembered my grandfather’s words.
What had I seen? The death of Li Wang Yang. He just stated his opinion about the Tiananmen Incident and
urged the government to vindicate it. Did he do anything wrong? He was put into prison because of this, twice,
for a term which lasted twenty-two years. He suffered from the cruel treatment meted out the by Communist
Party. And finally, he was ‘suicided’ by the Party. I saw that the Communists could not endure opposing voices.
What had I heard about? Defective buildings that collapsed, toxic baby milk. People who wanted to uncover
the truth were caught and silenced.
Many nationals have died innocently, and, until now, the government hasn’t given its citizens an
explanation that is acceptable. In my mind I heard the words from the black heart of officials in the Communist
Party, and realized they didn’t care about our demands; they were just concerned about how to protect their
positions and power.
I looked at my hands and thought with my brain: what could I do with them?
‘
Kitson!’ Leo ran towards me and shouted, ‘The terrorists are coming! We have to leave…
Hey! Where are you going?’
‘
Take care of my mum!’ I ran towards the helicopters. While I was running, I laughed loudly.
I eventually found my own direction.
This is my tale of the Great Wall, my own answer, my own definition of the word ‘justice’.
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