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triciawang:

My grandma is meeting her brother for the first time since june 4, 1989 at Wuhan airport. The 1989 trip was my grandparent’s fist visit to China since they left in 1949 when they were escaping from the Communists.
After China opened up communication in the early 80’s, they tracked down their relatives in Wuhan, Jiangxi, & Fuzhou. And that’s when they made their way to China in 1989.
I was in America when the Tiannem0n Square Massacre happened on June 4, 1989. We had just moved from a diverse San Jose community to a gated development in a white suburban town.
I found out about Tianam3n square when students on the bus started calling me a Communist & to go back to China.  Kids on the playground ran from me. Teachers asked if i knew anyone who was killed. Skinheads would drive by & curse at my mother and I in the car. From then on, I thought China was a horrible place, but not because people were unjustly killed. I thought China was horrible because I couldn’t make friends in a new town & I just wanted my grandparents back in the US.
When my grandparents finally came back to the US, they had no idea what had happened in Beijing. They found out from reading their Taiwanese newspaper 1 month after the publication date because it takes that long for the paper to make its way from Taiwan to California.
So here we are on June 6, 2012, 23 years after the massacre. On weibo users are posting cryptic messages, a famous lawyer in Beijing has disappeared (Xu Zhiyong), & the blind dissident (Chen Guangcheng) made it to the US while his family is being tortured, but here we are, in a country that once didn’t allow anyone or any information in.
My grandma is so happy that her cancer is in remission and she can go back to the country she grew up in to see her brother who didn’t make it to Taiwan. The last time they saw each other is when she was holding him in her arms when the Japanese were dropping bombs over their home in wuhan. Now, they can hold each others hands again without fear of being killed by a bomb.
(Taken with Instagram)

triciawang:

My grandma is meeting her brother for the first time since june 4, 1989 at Wuhan airport. The 1989 trip was my grandparent’s fist visit to China since they left in 1949 when they were escaping from the Communists.

After China opened up communication in the early 80’s, they tracked down their relatives in Wuhan, Jiangxi, & Fuzhou. And that’s when they made their way to China in 1989.

I was in America when the Tiannem0n Square Massacre happened on June 4, 1989. We had just moved from a diverse San Jose community to a gated development in a white suburban town.

I found out about Tianam3n square when students on the bus started calling me a Communist & to go back to China.  Kids on the playground ran from me. Teachers asked if i knew anyone who was killed. Skinheads would drive by & curse at my mother and I in the car. From then on, I thought China was a horrible place, but not because people were unjustly killed. I thought China was horrible because I couldn’t make friends in a new town & I just wanted my grandparents back in the US.

When my grandparents finally came back to the US, they had no idea what had happened in Beijing. They found out from reading their Taiwanese newspaper 1 month after the publication date because it takes that long for the paper to make its way from Taiwan to California.

So here we are on June 6, 2012, 23 years after the massacre. On weibo users are posting cryptic messages, a famous lawyer in Beijing has disappeared (Xu Zhiyong), & the blind dissident (Chen Guangcheng) made it to the US while his family is being tortured, but here we are, in a country that once didn’t allow anyone or any information in.

My grandma is so happy that her cancer is in remission and she can go back to the country she grew up in to see her brother who didn’t make it to Taiwan. The last time they saw each other is when she was holding him in her arms when the Japanese were dropping bombs over their home in wuhan. Now, they can hold each others hands again without fear of being killed by a bomb.

(Taken with Instagram)

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