Yes I am still studying for finals. @_@;;
I'd written this in a deviation comment, and then realized it wasn't appropriate as a comment anymore. So I'll just move it here, so it's more like a standard whiny journal post from me. xD;;
Soooooo I present to you: One of many reasons why I hate the Cultural Revolution with seething extremistism.
There is this tiny little restaurant next to our apartment in Beijing that serves delicious hot-pot in the old-style pots. They're small, but proud, especially since the Emperor once at at their restaurant; in the corner, they display the beautifully-adorned pot that the Emperor had used that time. So happy and proud for his restaurant the owner was at the time, that he shelled out a fortune to make a beautiful wood sign for the restaurant, so that while it was small, people could look upon it in amazement as they passed.
They still have that beautiful sign now, and it's wonderfully made; but it's rugged, dirty, split into pieces, because it was a target of the Cultural Revolution. The teenagers attacked it immediately because it was so boldly proud of its Chinese origins, because the restaurant was so proud of its visit from the Emperor. They grabbed the sign down and tried to break it, but the wood was too strong, the sign too well-made; so they took out hammers and axes, and eventually put it over the sidewalk edge, sat down on one end to hold it, and jumped up and down on the other end to break it.
Well, that's not very unique in terms of Cultural Revolution stories go, but it hurts me because I've seen that restaurant in person, I've heard the owner describe the scene to me in heartbreaking detail. It's horrible how those Red Guards worked so hard, with so much determination, just to destroy something because it was beautiful.
I love China. I love, love love China. I hate Mao. I hate the cultural revolution. Don't talk about the horrible things the Chinese government does like it's an inherent part of my country. Don't talk to me like I'm some kind of Nazi because I say that I love my country. I hate the things you hate about China a thousand times worse than you do. . . and if you could only see the good parts, the real parts, you wouldn't break my heart the way you do.
Soooooo I present to you: One of many reasons why I hate the Cultural Revolution with seething extremistism.
There is this tiny little restaurant next to our apartment in Beijing that serves delicious hot-pot in the old-style pots. They're small, but proud, especially since the Emperor once at at their restaurant; in the corner, they display the beautifully-adorned pot that the Emperor had used that time. So happy and proud for his restaurant the owner was at the time, that he shelled out a fortune to make a beautiful wood sign for the restaurant, so that while it was small, people could look upon it in amazement as they passed.
They still have that beautiful sign now, and it's wonderfully made; but it's rugged, dirty, split into pieces, because it was a target of the Cultural Revolution. The teenagers attacked it immediately because it was so boldly proud of its Chinese origins, because the restaurant was so proud of its visit from the Emperor. They grabbed the sign down and tried to break it, but the wood was too strong, the sign too well-made; so they took out hammers and axes, and eventually put it over the sidewalk edge, sat down on one end to hold it, and jumped up and down on the other end to break it.
Well, that's not very unique in terms of Cultural Revolution stories go, but it hurts me because I've seen that restaurant in person, I've heard the owner describe the scene to me in heartbreaking detail. It's horrible how those Red Guards worked so hard, with so much determination, just to destroy something because it was beautiful.
I love China. I love, love love China. I hate Mao. I hate the cultural revolution. Don't talk about the horrible things the Chinese government does like it's an inherent part of my country. Don't talk to me like I'm some kind of Nazi because I say that I love my country. I hate the things you hate about China a thousand times worse than you do. . . and if you could only see the good parts, the real parts, you wouldn't break my heart the way you do.