Remember Tiananmen Massacre
As a person of Czechoslovak ancestry, in 1989 I watched in amazement and joy as the Communist regimes came tumbling down in Prague, in Berlin, in Budapest and in Romania. I also watched in joy as the idealistic young Chinese students in Beijing started pleading for USA-style democracy throughout the spring of 1989 at Tiananmen Square in Beijing. For me, it was like the Prague Spring of 1968, when Alexander Dubcek tried to create “communism with a human face” in Bohemia. Every day in May of 1989 I would read in the New York Times how the cream of Chinese youth in Beijing was ground-swelling for Chinese democracy by posting poems and papers, by building a Chinese replica of the American Statue of Liberty, and by attracting larger and larger crowds of hopeful Chinese citizens to the vast Tiananmen Square. By June 4, 1989, I felt confident that the changes taking place in Eastern Europe were also taking place in a soon-to-be-free China. On that fateful day, I blithely rode my bicycle to visit a cousin of mine who had been my First Love, and I got my hair cut by a pretty nurse in my apartment building, and I was not worrying at all about China. Overnight, everything turned black. There were no more happy reports from Beijing. The currently-still-in-power Chinese government had killed hundreds of young students in the infamous Tiananmen Massacre. Over the years, I have come to realize that I must devote the rest of my life to the goal of overthrowing the unelected Chinese government in remembrance of the Tiananmen Massacre. And I have many powerful methods and techniques for subverting the power of the student-killing Chinese government. So thank you for writing this article and for laboring on behalf of the Chinese people.