I Left Beijing In 1987, Shortly Before

The Chinese People Have Been Forced To Forget The Tiananmen Massacre. There Has Been No Public Debate About The Event, No Official Apology. The Media Aren't Allowed To Mention It. Still Today People Are Being Persecuted And Imprisoned For Disseminating Information About It.

Before The Counter-culture Revolutionary Li Lian Was Executed In 1971 For Criticising The Cultural Revolution, Pour Policemen Pushed Her Face Against The Window Of A Truck, Lifted Her Shirt And Cut Out Her Kidneys With A Surgical Knife,’ Mau Sen Said, His Face Stony And White. ‘i Think That Removing The Organs Of Convicts While They Are Still Alive Is Too Much. It Completely Contravenes Medical Ethics.’ ‘this Is A Dissection Class, Not A Political Meeting,’ Sun Chunlin Said.

In 1989, I Was On Tiananmen Square With The Students, Living In Their Makeshift Tents And Joining Their Jubilant Singing Of The Internationale. In The Two Decades Since, Each Time That I Have Gone Back, Visions From Those Days Seem To Return With Increasing Persistence.

When History Is Erased, People's Moral Values Are Also Erased.

I Left Beijing In 1987, Shortly Before My Books Were Banned There, But Have Returned Continually.