Testimony of Su Bingxian, mother of Zhao Long △ Zhao Long, male, born in Shanghai on February 2, 1968, killed at 21. He was waiting for a job assignment before his death, and was working at Longfu Market temporarily. Around 2:00 a.m. on June 4, 1989, he was killed at West Chang’an Boulevard between the Minorities Palace and Liubukou. He was hit three times in the left side of his chest. His ashes are currently kept at home. (64memo.com-1989)
Testimony of Su Bingxian, Zhao Long’s mother:
Zhao Long did not get into college after high school. After two years of tough experience, he realized how important it is to study. He said, "Ma, I am going to earn some money for tuition." My son was an innocent and happy young man, full of vitality. He was kind hearted, happy to help others, respectful to elders and affectionate to friends. He could play guitar very well, and he could play electric keyboard beautifully as well. He filled our home with vitality and happiness. (64memo祖國萬歲 - 2004)
In mid May 1989, he was working at Longfu Market. Beijing was not quiet that month. Millions of students and citizens had started protests and rallies against corruption and for democracy. Zhao Long and his friends at the Market were concerned about this movement. They marched in the streets several times. After work, he often went to see his college-students friends on Tiananmen Square, bringing them food and water. One night after martial law was imposed in Beijing, I told him, "Longlong, don’t go to the rallies any more, and don’t go to Tiananmen Square. You are too young, you don’t know how to protect yourself." He said, "Ma, don’t worry. I only want to be a witness to history." I realized that he had learned to think critically himself. It seemed as if he suddenly grew up. (64memo中華富強 / 89)
After dinner on June 3, 1989, the four of us sat together. I said, "Tonight, no one is allowed to go out." I said that because I felt that the atmosphere was very abnormal when I had been at Xidan intersection before dinner. The voice coming out of the public address system was high-pitched and hoarse, warning citizens against going out. My daughter, Milan, and my husband insisted on going out to see. Zhang Long went out with them as well. I waited for them to come back impatiently. Late at night after 12 o’clock, they still hadn’t returned. Suddenly loud gunshots started outside, like dense firecrackers on a New Year’s Eve. Surprised people were shouting in the building and hurrying downstairs, discussing whether they were real bullets or rubber ones. I was extremely shocked and scared, following the crowd to Xixie Street intersection across from Xidan Market. There, I saw a wounded young man lying on a tricycle cart next to a telephone booth. His innards were flowing out. On the street, a few tanks sped from north to south. Some young people were rushing to Xidan intersection on their bikes. (64memo反貪倡廉-1989)
Under a street lamp, I spotted Long in his yellow T-shirt. He sped into an alley on a bike. I felt so relieved to see him. I said to my husband, who was standing next to me, "You go home on your bike and tell Longlong not to come out again." My husband said he had parked his bike at the Minorities Palace. It would be difficult to find it with so many people and so many bikes. So he had to go home on foot. After a long while, my husband came back to the intersection and said that Longlong was not at home. The neighbor ladies told him not to leave home, but he said he had to find his mother. So he went out again on his bike. My husband said that Longlong was very alert and nothing would happen to him. At that time, it was about 1:40 a.m. on June 4. My 16-year-old daughter said she had gone to look for her brother at Xidan intersection. But she encountered shooting by the troops led by tanks, going from west to east. She crawled on the ground and hid behind flower beds. There was no way she could get to Chang’an Boulevard to look for her brother. So she withdrew to Xixie Street intersection. Around 5:00 a.m. on June 4, I went to Chang’an Boulevard, hoping to find Long on Tiananmen Square. Maybe he was surrounded there. The troops had submachine guns in their hands, sitting on the ground from the red walls to the Telegraph Building. They were facing west and blocked the route to Tiananmen. When enraged people shouted "Down with the fascists" and ran toward them, the troops would throw incendiary bombs. Then the crowds would withdraw westward. Pools of blood were on the ground. Some had turned dark red. It was extremely tragic and heroic, extremely solemn and moving... (64memo祖國萬歲´89)
From midnight on June 3 to June 7, we began the long process of searching for Longlong. His friends, old classmates, my friends and my colleagues went to all different places, looking through the big hospitals. At the Posts Hospital, we searched among heaps of bodies, but didn’t find Longlong. At the People’s Hospital, a list of 140 victims’ names was posted at the gate, but Longlong’s name was not among them. In Fuxing Hospital, all the bodies had been identified but one. This was kept in an refrigerated container, and there were severe bayonet wounds in the abdomen. The eyes were still open. We didn’t find Longlong there. (64檔案-1989)
We guessed that Longlong may have been arrested by the police. So we asked friends in the public security departments and prisons, but they said that they hadn’t arrested anyone that night. In early morning on June 6, my husband finally found Longlong’s bike at Picai Ally. We decided that he couldn’t have gone far away. If something had happened to him, it must have been near that place. But we still didn’t find him for a long time. On June 7, a colleague said that the hospital where his daughter was working still had many bodies which were unclaimed. It was a hospital near the Sichuan Restaurant in Xuanwu District. At that time, Chang’an Boulevard was still blocked by soldiers in helmets. News about people being killed by the troops still surfaced from time to time. My husband said he would go first. He had to take a circuitous route, as the Fuxingmen overpass was still full of tanks, but finally arrived at that hospital. The hospital showed him pictures of the dead. My husband decided that body No.2 was Zhao Long. Then he was led to the mortuary. Nine bodies which had not yet been identified were on the cement floor. The face and lower torso of body No. 2 was distorted beyond recognition. But judging from the blood stained yellow T-shirt, light blue jeans and white Nike sneakers, it was Zhao Long. He had been shot three times in the left side of his chest. According to the hospital, he had been dead when he was brought to the hospital after 2:00 a.m. on June 4. A coach from Bejing Steel was present and said he and his friends had taken Longlong there on a cart. He died near Liubukou. (六四檔案 - 2004)
On the afternoon of June 7, we covered Longlong’s body with the pure white quilt sewn by my sister. They were afraid that I could not stand it, and did not let me near Longlong’s body. I cried, "I once studied dissection. I’m not afraid, I want to see my son." My son’s body was brought out and put down beside me. My daughter knelt down beside her brother’s body and touched the floor with her head. She wailed, "I’m sorry, Brother, we should have been together that night." (64memo.com / 2004)
On June 8, we went to Babaoshan for Long’s cremation and to see him off. At that time, the security was still tight on Changan Street. On the two sides of the street, there were many soldiers wearing helmets and carrying submachine guns. When we got to Babaoshan, it was already after 6:00 p.m. in the evening. The entrance gate was closed. We called to open the gate. The worker on duty was very sympathetic, and said, "We will take in all comers." Immediately thereafter, a few other vehicles drove in carrying bodies. Many bodies were laid in the yard and in the hall. The worker let us put Long’s body in the hallway. The tragic scene is still fresh before me now. (64memo.com/2004)
One of the dead was an elderly woman from Sichuan. She had been killed by gunshots on a balcony in a high-rise building at Muxudi. Her son came to Beijing from Sichuan to bury her. He said to me in tears, "Big sister, could you please take two pictures for my mother." I took several pictures for that old lady who had died so tragically but was lying on the cart in peace. The old lady’s son left me his address in Wanxian, Sichuan. Unfortunately, the pictures were exposed to light while being developed. Three days later, we took Long’s ashes and kept them at Laoshan Cemetery. That was on June 11, and there were many people there that day to place the ashes. (64memo.com-1989)
Thereafter, we went to Laoshan to mourn every year. In the first half of 1992, the police station sent someone to demanded that we remove his ashes from Laoshan Cemetery. Otherwise, they would dispose of them altogether. Although we protested vehemently, we were still not allowed to keep the ashes there. We could do nothing but take Longlong’s ashes and keep them at home until today. (六四檔案 - 89)
Su Bingxian
1999-01-31
Testimony of Sun Chengkang and Yu Qing, parents of Sun Hui △ Sun Hui, male, born in Shizuishan City, Ningxia, in 1970. He was 19 when he was killed. Before his death, he was a student in Class 4, Year 1988 of Department of Chemistry, Beijing University. He was killed around 8:00 a.m., June 4, 1989. His ashes are currently kept at home in Shizuishan City.
Testimony of Sun Chengkang and Yu Qing, parents of Sun Hui:
Around 8:00 a.m. on June 4, 1989, Sun Hui went out on his bike to look for several classmates (including his class monitor) who had left Tiananmen Square at dawn that day but had not yet returned to school. He was shot near Fuxing Gate. The bullet went in under his left arm, ran through his heart, and came out under his right arm. He collapsed on the street, with all his clothes reddened by the blood. "Beijing University" was printed on his tank top, clear and bright. (One of his professors said later that if he had not worn that outfit, he might have survived the massacre.) Some people then took his body to Beijing Children’s Hospital. The hospital, judging from his clothes, telephoned the university, and sent the body to the campus. By then, the students at Beijing University were outraged. Students demanded a march carrying the body. The university authorities were very scared, immediately ordered all classes to stop and sent the students home for vacation. When we arrived at Beijing University one week later, we found the body covered with bloody stains. It was too horrible to see. (64memo反貪倡廉´89)
Sun Hui’s body was cremated at Babaoshan. Several leaders from Department of Chemistry, his professors and classmates who had stayed in Beijing attended the service. At first, we wanted to bring his ashes back home. But the university authorities persuaded us to keep the ashes temporarily at Babaoshan, considering the tense situation in Beijing at that time. Three years later, we took Sun Hui’s ashes back to Ningxia. Now they are still kept at home. (64memo.com-2004)
Sun Hui was a very diligent child, fond of learning. From grade school to high school, he was always the best student, a "three-excellents" student. He was very open, warm-hearted, kind to his classmates and filial to his parents. In his hometown, he respected the old and loved the young. He was regarded a good child by all. When the terrible news reached his hometown, relatives, neighbors, classmates and many sympathizers lined up outside of our home to mourn him. Everyone regretted his early death in his best years. Sun Hui’s death ruined the happiness of our entire family. He was the pride of the family, our hope and future. But now, nothing is left. Only a heap of bones remain. (Memoir Tiananmen´89)
His mother was too grieved to live. Her eyes were blind from crying. Her hair all turned white. Her heart problems were more and more serious. She was afraid to watch television, afraid to hear gun shots on the television. She aged so quickly people did not recognize her. It has been ten years! She can not forget her beloved son. Often times, her face is still washed with tears. She has had to spend a lot of time in hospital. The family is always short of money, having spent a lot on medical care. (64memo.com - 89)
Sun Hui’s grandmother was stricken heavily with the loss of her beloved grandson. She became seriously ill and never recovered, and finally died as a result of her grief. In less than a year, my family lost two members. Although I am a strong-willed man and do not shed tears easily, in less than a year, I lost all my teeth. From then on, the atmosphere in this family was no longer happy. (64memo.com/2004)
Since Sun Hui was killed, the authorities have strictly limited our movements. I have been prevented from making business trips. If we want to go out of town, we have to get advance approval from the security department. Our every word and every action have been under the scrutiny of the neighborhood committee. Sun Hui’s older sister graduated from college in the second year after his death. The authorities only allowed her to work in her hometown. She was not allowed to work in the government, not to be promoted, not to switch jobs. Finally, there was nothing left to do but resign. (64檔案´89)
In 1995, I was forced to retire early. I planned to recuperate at my daughter’s home in Zhengzhou. Before we arrived in Zhengzhou, the police station there and the security department at my daughter’s workplace had already arranged personnel to watch us. Since my workplace did not make good profits, pensions often are not disbursed on time. My wife had to take medicine and injections everyday. I had to rent a house to do some small business. But the authorities went so far as to send people to my landlord and told him that we were political criminals. The landlord was too scared to lease us the house any more. (64memo.com-1989)
The heartbreak at the loss of my son and the mental pressure make me feel I would be better off dead.
My son was killed by the butcher Li Peng. Now I am old, there is no place for me to live in this world. We are watched everywhere, without any freedom. I want to cry out to the people who still have a conscience to support us in getting justice. The debt of my son’s blood must be repaid! The Chinese butcher Li Peng must be punished! (64memo.com - 89)
Sun Chengkang and Yu Qing
1999-01-31
Testimony of Wu Dingfu and Song Xiuling, parents of Wu Guofeng △
Wu Guofeng, male, born on July 3, 1968. Wu was not yet 21 when killed. Before his death, he was a student in the class of 1986 at the Department of Industrial Management, China People’s University in Beijing. He was killed in the early morning of June 4, 1989; the location of his death is unknown. His body was found in the Posts Hospital in Beijing. His ashes are currently kept at home in Sichuan. (64memo反貪倡廉/2004)
The official told me that my son had been killed in Beijing. The details were unknown....The news was like thunder on a sunny day to me.
Testimony of Wu Dingfu and Song Xiuling, parents of Wu Guofeng:
We were far away in Xinjin County, Chengdu, Sichuan Province, on June 8, 1989. At 10:00 a.m., the local town government sent for me. After I arrived at the town government building, the official told me that my son had been killed in Beijing. The details were unknown. The official told me we should go to Beijing to make arrangements for his corpse. He said that Deputy Secretary Bai would accompany us. The news was like thunder on a sunny day to me. I didn’t know what to do. I stumbled home with the support of some government staff. When I got there, I could do nothing but cry. Guofeng’s mother asked why I was crying, and after repeated inquiries, I had to tell her the truth. She uttered a howl and immediately passed out, falling to the ground from her stool. She didn’t come to until dusk. Then she refused to eat or drink. (六四檔案-2004)
On June 9, we boarded the train in Chengdu to Beijing. For two days and a night, Guofeng’s mother didn’t eat anything. She had only very little water. After we arrived in Beijing, a female deputy secretary of the Department of Industrial Management at People’s University whose last name was Zhang met us at the train station and took us to the guest house at the university. She told us to take a rest and to talk about the matter the next day. (Memoir Tiananmen / 89)
The next day, the department director and Deputy Secretary Zhang informed us about what had been going on around June 4, both in relation to the school and to Guofeng. We were asked what we needed. We asked to take Guofeng’s body back to Sichuan, but the answer was no. The central government had ordered that all bodies should be cremated locally. We said Guofeng had a grandfather and grandmother, if we were not allowed to take the body home, at least let us bring back a few pictures, so we could explain to the older people. They responded positively, but asked us to keep it a secret. On June 13, we held a memorial service for Guofeng at the Posts Hospital in Xidan. All of Guofeng’s classmates who were still in Beijing attended. Students from the other departments were persuaded not to attend. After the service, we took Guofeng’s body to Babaoshan Cemetery for cremation. We took the ashes back on the same afternoon. (六四檔案-89)
How tragically Guofeng died. He was shot from the back of his head, and his shoulder, ribs and arms all had gunshot wounds. There was a bayonet wound about 7 to 8 centimeters below his bellybutton. It was obvious that he didn’t die immediately after being hit by several bullets, then he was stabbed to death. Both his palms had deep cuts from bayonets. He must have tried to take away the bayonet and was cut. When we saw his body, the upper body was covered with blood. It was too horrible to see. (64memo反貪倡廉 - 2004)
Guofeng got into the China People’s University in July 1986 with an average score of 90 for each subject. He was one month short of 21 when he was killed. He used to be the hope of our whole family, and so his death was a disaster for us all: His grandparents became half crazy from missing their grandson. They are chronically sick, and cannot live by themselves. His father found this blow unbearable, he lost the sense in his limbs, and could not walk. After losing the ability to work, he only had 100 yuan per month sick pay to live on. His mother passed out and fell on the floor when she first learned about his death. Her head was severely injured. She has headaches as a result. Every time she thinks about her son, her head aches. Every time she sees Guofeng’s classmates, she cries. Her eyesight has seriously deteriorated. She has also lost her ability to work. (64memo.com-2004)
Wu Dingfu, Song Xiuling
January 24, 1999
1999-01-31
Testimony of Xie Jingrong, older sister of Xie Jingsuo △
Xie Jingsuo, male, born on February 19, 1968, was killed at age 21, on Chang’an Boulevard, near Liubukou, in Beijing, on the morning of June 4, 1989. At the time, he was a student at the Light Industry Engineering College in Beijing. His ashes rest in Futian Public Cemetery in Beijing.
Testimony of Xie Jingrong, older sister of Xie Jingsuo:
In the afternoon of June 3, Jingsuo went to fetch his fourth sister home. When it got late and he had not come back, anxiety grew among his family and friends, since at the time the atmosphere in Beijing was so tense. The following morning, on June 4, Jingsuo had still not returned. We started to look for him on the streets and in the hospitals. We went to People’s Hospital, Water Conservancy Hospital, Railway Hospital and Fuxing Hospital; we searched along Muxudi, Gongzhufen and other streets and places. We didn’t find him. (六四檔案-89)
On the morning of June 7, his school informed us that we should come to claim his body at the Emergency Center. There, we were told that Jingsuo had died on June 4. The death certificate indicated that death had resulted from serious heart failure. According to a driver in the Emergency Center, however, Jingsuo was killed by gunfire in the evening of June 3 and some people brought him to the Center. We still do not know exactly when and where the tragedy happened. Six wounds were visible on Jingsuo’s body, in the chest and on the back. They are clearly visible on the photos. We couldn’t tell whether they were wounds caused by bullets or marks left by batons. He had clearly been shot in the genitals. We never told our parents about the circumstances of his terrible death. We don’t have the heart to add to their pain. (64memo.com - 1989)
On the morning of June 11, some faculty members of the college, his schoolmates and relatives assembled at Babaoshan to say farewell to Jingsuo. His ashes were kept there for three years, and then transferred to Futian Public Cemetery in Beijing. Since Jingsuo’s death, the whole family has suffered immensely. Our hearts are grieving deeply. My parents lost their only son; as a sister I lost my dear younger brother; the family lost its only college student. The shock was too heavy to bear for my mother, who for half a year didn’t go out of our home, afraid that familiar scenes from the past would cause her even more grief. Because of my mother’s breakdown, we had to put a lot of energy into getting her medical treatment, comforting her and staying around her. Because he was under so much pressure, my father rapidly lost about 40 pounds and contracted several illnesses. In short, June Fourth has brought sufferings to us-our family, our relatives and close friends-and these sufferings are beyond words. Our hearts are forever filled with memories and suffering. (64memo祖國萬歲-2004)
Xie Jingrong
February 4, 1999
1999-01-31
Testimony of Xu Jue, mother of Wu Xiangdong △ Wu Xiangdong, male, born August 13, 1968, 21 when he was killed; worked at the No. 4 Workshop of the Beijing East Wind Television Factory and was a third-year student of business management at the Beijing Instrument and Meter Workers’ University. Wang Xiangdong was shot at about 11:00 p.m. on June 3, 1989, in the area of Muxudi Bridge, and died early on June 4 in Fuxing Hospital. His ashes are buried in Babaoshan Public Cemetery in the western suburbs of Beijing. (六四檔案-2004)
Testimony of Xu Jue, Wu Xiangdong’s mother:
At 8:00 p.m. on June 3, Xiangdong went out to take his girlfriend home and did not return. At about 9:00 p.m. on the same day he was shot by People’s Liberation Army (PLA) soldiers on Chang’an Boulevard near Fuxingmen Bridge. Fellow-citizens rushed him to Fuxing Hospital hoping to save his life, but he died early on June 4. (64memo中華富強´89)
On the evening of June 3, Xiangdong’s father and I waited for our son, and when he did not return, we went to Chang’an Boulevard to look for him and waited with increasing anxiety in front of a store. By 5:00 a.m. on June 4, our son had still not returned. We decided to go by bicycle to look for him around Tiananmen. As we drew near, we saw a crowd of students: it was a tragic sight, as some were wounded and others were carrying those who had been crushed by tanks. Our hearts began to burn with fear but we could only get on our bikes and ride towards Xidan, where the sights were even more tragic and shocking. Chang’an Boulevard was streaked with blood; the remains of those crushed by tanks lay in heaps; the windows of the shops along the boulevard were shot out. On walls and windows everywhere people had written in blood, "Down with the Fascists!" As we went toward Xinhuamen, we witnessed a tragic stand-off between unarmed citizens and tanks and armored personnel carriers lined up on Chang’an Boulevard. The people faced the tanks with cries of "Down with Fascism! Spilled blood is a debt which must be repaid in blood!" (64memo祖國萬歲-1989)
How tragic it was! Who instigated the bloodshed along Beijing’s magnificent three-mile-long Chang’an Boulevard? Trembling, we circled around Xuanwumen to Qianmen and the walls all along the way were pocked with bullet holes. At Qianmen, we found that the soldiers had already surrounded Tiananmen so tightly that no one could get through; people on the street advised us to make the rounds of the hospitals. The students had long since left Tiananmen. It was already noon on June 4. As we made our way along the streets, we saw that army vehicles which had parked there early in the morning had now been set ablaze. (64檔案-89)
We went from hospital to hospital - the Children’s Hospital, People’s Hospital, Fuwai Hospital - at each entrance there were lists of the dead and wounded, long, densely-written lists with many names, perhaps 400, on each list. People crowded around, trying to find the names of missing relatives. We looked through many lists without finding our son’s name, and also went into the hospitals to look for him among the unidentified corpses. It was pitiful, a blur of blood and flesh, young bodies with wild, staring eyes. But our son was not among them. (64memo反貪倡廉 / 2004)
At the suggestion of many people we met, we finally went to Fuxing Hospital. It was already past 5:30 p.m. We saw a long line of people stretching along Fuxing Hospital’s bicycle racks, all waiting to see the bodies of the victims, which were laid out there. We looked at the list of names; at the top of the list was "Wu Xiangdong." I somehow thought it was a list of those wounded and turned to the people around me to ask which ward he would be in? A young man ran up and said, "All 50 people on this list are among the bodies laid out along the bicycle racks." In an instant, I fell over in a dead faint. (六四檔案´89)
When I regained consciousness, I was lying on a hospital bench. I was jolted by a huge noise, the sound of random shots which rattled the hospital windows. Later I found out it was the citizenry resisting the efforts of the martial law troops to seize the bodies of the victims. I jumped up, intending to rush out to find my son’s body. The hospital personnel tried to assist me, saying, "Just look quickly and go right home-soldiers are coming in the evening to seize the bodies. They want to destroy the evidence." As I went towards my son’s body, I saw crowded around me the tragic remains of angry young heroes. I saw my son’s body and began to embrace him, screaming, "Xiangdong, wake up, wake up, Mama’s here!" I wanted to hold my son, who had been unjustly persecuted and killed, to kiss my gifted son who seemed to have looked death in the face without flinching: he was pale and his eyes were wide open. However, I had only just embraced my son when several sturdy young doctors helped me up. I screamed and struggled, trying to push away the hands that were helping me away from him. (64檔案 / 2004)
After I had come out of the hospital, many ordinary people on the street tried to comfort me. One young man said to me, "Your son was an example for all of us. We are all your sons now! Spilled blood is a debt which must be repaid in blood!" A taxi-driver took us home for free. On June 7, as 30,000 martial law troops patrolled the city, with the help of many work-units and many friends, we risked our lives and took Xiangdong’s body secretly to the crematorium in the eastern suburbs to be burned as quickly as possible. In the jeep I noticed that the traces of blood on his body had not been scrubbed off. When we changed his clothes, we saw that the bullet had entered his neck over the left clavicle and had exited through his spine. The wound where the bullet entered was 1-2 centimeters, and, where it had exited, 2-3 centimeters. The flesh around the wound was so scorched that it looked even larger than it was. (64memo祖國萬歲´89)
My son was taken away so hastily from his father and mother! No, he has not died but will live forever in our hearts. His short 21-year-long life will burn brightly! In May, on Tiananmen, my son wrote a letter to be read in case of his death, which said, "Each one of us is responsible for the fate of our country! Even if I were to die in striking down bureaucracy and corruption, in trying to achieve democracy and freedom, I would have no regrets..." He gave his life in keeping the promise made before his death. (64memo.com / 2004)
At the end of September, we bought a plot at Babaoshan Public Cemetery. On the day we interred his remains there, his younger brother, Wu Shengdong, rode a yellow bicycle on which he carried his brother’s ashes; this served as a hearse. I wore white mourning clothes and followed Shengdong closely on my own bike. On the way, we saw Chang’an Boulevard full of soldiers in helmets, martial law troops armed with assault rifles. In this atmosphere of terror we buried our son’s ashes. We erected a tablet for him, on which the characters were engraved in red and black. "The grave of Wu Xiangdong, born August 13, 1968, died on June 4, 1989" was written in red, and "This tablet erected by his father Wu Xuehan and his mother Xu Jue" was written in black. (64memo.com´89)
But who would have thought that by November 1995, the words written in black on our son’s tablet, "His father Wu Xuehan" would have to be changed to red? His father followed our son out of this life. This good-hearted, simple man in the prime of life was so wounded by the tragedy that he became depressed and tormented by regrets, contracted a fatal illness and passed away. Before his death he had begun to search for justice, and had made several official entreaties without any results. Several years before we had joined an organization of families of the victims of June 4, and he gained a lot of strength from this association. He had taken part in activities to help others in the group and together they raised their voices to demand justice. But because of these activities we also attracted the attention of the Public Security Bureau which has kept us under surveillance ever since. Where is justice in this world? No wonder human life can be treated as a mere trifle and laws can be brushed aside like so many children’s toys when a butcher like Li Peng, who deliberately runs rough-shod over human lives, goes scot-free and behaves with complete impunity! (Memoir Tiananmen´89)
We, the families of victims of June 4, have been appealing to China’s highest organs of power for five years, but those so-called "Committee Members and Heads of Committees" have consistently ignored our demands. Now we have awakened and stood up. Justice belongs to mankind and to the world, and we are requesting justice for our dead relatives from the world, from the United Nations and human rights organizations worldwide, that they might use international law to punish the chief culprit in the murder of innocent people, Li Peng! May the light of truth illuminate all the corners of the world! (64memo祖國萬歲-89)
Xu Jue
1999-01-31
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