Sept. 26, 2021

One night, during the beginning of the Cultural Revolution in China, my father made the fateful decision to save the local mayor from being beaten to death by the Red Guard. He was in the midst of being shamed and “re-educated” for his previous status, and would soon succumb to his injuries and neglect. After dark, my father snuck into the shed where the mayor was imprisoned, freed him, carried him on his back, walking 11 kilometers on zigzagging mountain trails, and hid him in a cave.  Nobody saw him do it, but the Red Guard suspected his involvement.  Even after a month-long interrogation, my father kept his jaws clenched and refused to admit anything. As a result, my parents and 10-month-old sister were kicked out of their ancestral home and stripped of everything they were allowed to own. They moved into a dirt cave that was dug into the side of a mountain.  My two brothers and I were born in that cave.  That’s how I grew up: in extreme poverty, surrounded by ridicule, rejection, and discrimination from other villagers and their children.  At the same time, I was protected by the unconditional, fierce love…