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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
1:40 AM

1000 RMB, I think, or maybe $1000, can buy a wife.

All the world is concerned with sex rather than violence, even in censorship boards, there's action and more action and so many deaths you don't really care.

A boy child, about 1 year of age, can fetch 10k and above, some girl children are specially bought to marry sons when fully grown, such that missing persons posters are banned.

There is kidnapping and young ladies cheated by boyfriends and forced into doing certain things they'd rather not be doing. Life is cheap, and living costs are expensive.

It's not the time you spend in China, 4 years or 40, it's the experiences - and once you dig beneath the surface, maybe you wish you'd rather not.

--SS

Taken from Chinabounder

Her name was Zhang Yaoyi. She was 11. She was a pupil in a school in China's central Hunan province.

I imagine her. I see her. She's sitting at her desk and there's that smile in her eye, that little wisp of steely will that marks her individuality.

She says something to the teacher – Li Hengyi – just a little comment, just slightly too bright and certainly not servile enough, not docile, humble, as all good girls should be.

And then the lunacy that lurks beneath the male skin slithers to the surface.

He smashes her head against the desktop several times, hard, brutal; she falls to the floor. He kicks her, thick, heavy blows from his feet into her stomach, her ribcage. He jumps on her, kicks her head.

Already she's covered in blood and barely conscious. He grabs an iron bar that's used to pull open the high windows and beats her with it, beats her, smashes her, bloody, murderous, brutal.

And now she's totally still, blood spreading out over the floor, the soft slick spread of the puddle of red, teeth smashed, fingers broken. He picks her up –picks her up – and carries her to the window. Opens it. And throws her out. Four stories she falls; it kills her.

Dead. Gone. Erased.

And where were all you frothing lunatics then? Where were the witchhunts then? Where was the anger and the outrage? Where were the frenzied press reports? Where were the blog sites calling for this guy's head?

One Western man has sex with a bunch of women. Women who are adults, who consent freely, and who enjoy it thoroughly. He writes about it, throws in a few run-of-the-mill opinions. Behavior nothing special. Thoughts little new.

Chaos. Millions of madmen fussing and strutting and firing off absurd emails.

Zhang Yaoyi beaten to death by her teacher – by her fucking teacher – and what? A story here, a story there. Page 4 of Shanghai Daily. Ignored by China Daily. A few reports in one day's papers, a smattering of interest from the lazy, idle, muzzled Chinese language press, none of it front page. And then silence.

Nothing much for a few days. More silence. Then a buried-away follow up report that Li Hengyi was mentally ill and thus would face no charges.

He'd been working at that school since 1998, and began to show signs of mental illness in 2001. Li Hengyi's treatment, which came in late 2003, two years later, lasted two months and then he went right back into the classroom.

That's why he was still there in 2006 – despite it being perfectly well known he beat the kids – and that's why Zhang Yaoyi died. So where were you, you angry fuckers? Where were you then? Where was your outrage? Where were the letters to the press?

Silence from you all. I have in class many times raised the name Zhang Yaoyi, written it up on the board, in Chinese and so far not a single student has known the name. Not one!

Unbelievable? Not in China.

Another girl: Zheng Shaojuan.

Zheng Shaojuan was a second-grader, nine years old, in the village of Putian, in Fujian Province. Her teacher , Liang Liyu, sees her peeping at the deskmate's answers in a math test, and so he – of course it is a he, it is always a he – grabs a broom handle and begins to beat her on her back.

She starts sobbing, which enrages our fine, honorable teacher all the more and so he starts hitting her head, blow after blow after blow – all the while her brother, sitting in the row behind, is forced to watch this display of pig brutality.

The girl tries to move her body forward, away from the rain of violence and this just adds fury to anger.

What! She tries to get away from him?

He jabs the broomhandle into her, viciously rabid thrusts, trying to force her body round so that she will meet his eyes. For how dare she not look at him as he beats her? What disrespect!

And so frenzied are the blows, so great his brutal rage the broomstick snaps in two, splinters of it piercing even through the thick fabric of her school tracksuit and lacerating her skin. His wrath is purged and he's taught her his lesson.

Back to teaching he goes, full of pride at his display of good teaching methodology.

Shaojuan spends the rest of the afternoon slumped on her desk. Later, another teacher walks by and sees this and she, having the decency the man did not, acts like a teacher (parent?) should, comes into the class to see what's wrong with the girl.

Shaojuan says she is not feeling well and the woman teacher suggests she goes home; she gets to her feet, shakily walks to the door, respectfully asks permission to leave from Liang, fighting down her shame and anger and contempt, leaves the classroom but collapses, right there, in the corridor, no strength in her body, her head fuzzy, unfocused.

Liang carries on not giving a fuck and so the woman teacher helps Shaojuan home, carrying her part of the way.

An ambulance is called but this being China takes an hour to arrive; by that time another child has died in the Chinese educational system. By that time Shaojuan is dead.

And what of Yaoyi, whose bright future, whose hope and potential has been beaten to death, whose parents have been bought off for a mere US$25,000 and are now expected to shut up, seeking no further redress?

And what of Shaojuan's parents, who had gone to other provinces as migrant workers, leaving her with relatives?

Of them I have found no trace; for they, being migrant workers, belong to that class of people who have built this country and who are routinely despised, belittled, cheated, abused and subsequently forgotten.

Where were you brave citizens of China then? Where was the anger? Where was the press, so like dogs baying for Chinabounder? The outcry? The mass of internet idiots so concerned about China's honor and dignity?

They offered silence and remain silent. Not a word, not a sigh, not a shrug of the shoulder, not even a raised eyebrow.

Comment from a Chinese on another site
(How stupid can some people get? -SS)

2:12 PM
Anonymous said...

I'm a Danwei reader/foreigner blog reader, read about your controversy, but never visited your site.

Look, you kind of deserve what you've been getting, and you knew what you were getting into when you posted this website. You're some white dude that lives in SH, and figured this website would piss some chinese people off and give you and your buddies a laugh.

So don't complain when people want to find you and kick your ass or say that you are petty and half a man for posting your sex life up on a website. You wouldn't be running this website if you hadn't moved to China. If you were running this in the States, you'd be running a porn site and it'd be a source of income, not a "special interest" website.

And please, for the love of god, don't act like YOU suddenly give a shit about two little girls getting killed in rural china.

Using those two stories to deflect attention from the "troubles" encountered by your petty blog is just wrong. You should post the information on your blog and ask people to donate money or protest, if you're outraged.

Don't be a coward and use real injustices to deflect the minor inconvenience you brought upon yourself.

And if you're interested in doing anything to help Chinese children, you can fundraise for your local orphanage, get involved with x,y,z org (UNICEF, Chinaorphans,etc).

I've done some fundraising and non-profit work in China, and it gets my goat when foreigners like you want to sound off about injustice in China, when really you want to toot your own horn or point out how great your passport/citizenship is.

Its disingenuous and makes me sick. Put your money where your mouth is, if you're a creative foreigner, then DO something about it.

Above all, don't be an ass and act like you're the righteous one. That's just plain silly.

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