by Tammy Lai-Ming Ho I grew up in a public housing estate in Tuen Mun. My parents were like any others in those days: strict but fair. There were manyContinue readingI Remember

by Gregory Lee I want to tell the world that the Chinese army killed the Chinese people. I hope the Chinese people’s blood was not shed for nothing. I hopeContinue readingTiananmen: Lives of the Poets

by Ding Zilin, translated from the Chinese by Kevin Carrico His son was killed. In the months that followed, to show the “correct” political viewpoint, he condemned himself and hisContinue readingOne Family’s Story

by Andréa Worden As my two-year teaching fellowship with the Yale-China Association in Changsha was winding down in the spring of 1989, the prodemocracy movement erupted. From mid-May through myContinue readingChangsha 1989: Of Tennis, Transcendence and Tiananmen

by Shuyu Kong “As long as the living survive, the dead will never die” (Van Gogh) 1. Asian Bronze Asian Bronze, Asian Bronze Grandfather died here, father died here, hereContinue readingDeath Of A Poet

by Ai Li Ke The first time I flew on a plane, I flew to China, into an encounter with what is now history. It was 1988, thirty years ago.Continue readingDalian, Spring 1989

by Anna Wang From May 25 on, I stayed away from the main thoroughfares on the way to work and stuck to the maze-like alleys of the hutongs. At firstContinue readingThe Hutongs

by Sara Tung I had always been curious about China, my parents’ homeland. In the early 1980s, the country was opening to the world just as I was finishing university.Continue readingSnapshots from China, September 1989