China. A land of mysteries. Typically associated with force and fear in the minds of the West for the last 50 years, China now seems to be putting forth a new face. But who is the real China of the twenty-first century?
Recent feedback from the press and certain decisions made by the world seem to indicate that China has taken a new direction towards greater openness, greater freedom, greater respect for the human person. After all, Beijing has been selected as the place for the 2008 Olympics. Would the International Olympic Federation grant China the honor of hosting the world’s Olympics if they were still blatantly oppressing women by forced abortions and sterilizations, and if the police were still hunting down and persecuting Christian clergy and lay people?
What about the international business community? Beijing and other huge Chinese cities have become the focus of international trade. Western businesses don’t hesitate to visit China’s Communist capital, and in fact have enough trust in the Government to establish long-term business partners and manufacturing plants there. Economic success cannot be the only reason for the West’s new rush to do business with China. There must be some significant democratic progress there, right?
And what about common Westerners visiting China purely for the motive of vacationing? Beijing has recently blossomed as a tourist attraction, with hoards of Americans and Europeans going to the Great Wall and other Oriental wonders. This would never have happened in the 1980s when Reagan continued the strong Cold War front against a Chinese dictator who dressed in military attire. Now the president of China dresses in Western business suits, speaks about peace and dialogue, and President Bush warns Taiwan not to be too aggressive in its relationship with China, instead of the other way around. Something big must have changed between then and now.
Because I have a few friends doing some beautiful works of mercy with abandoned Chinese orphans, I decided to take a quick trip to China and see for myself, starting with a quick one-day visit with them, and then traveling to several other provinces by plane and by train.
I would like to share with you my brief experiences of China, not as one who has any true expertise in the complexities of the Chinese situation, but rather in the same way that a friend might introduce you to another person that they had recently met.
The narrative that follows is based upon the testimonies of real persons and on first hand experiences by trustworthy sources—people who have risked their freedom and even, in some cases, their lives to bring them to you, so much did they want them known and understood by Western minds, and felt with compassion by Western hearts. Names have been changed, locations left out, and specifics at times covered in more general expressions in order to protect those who are already so much afflicted. The following true events make up the seven sorrows of China.
The First Sorrow: Dang Yi Wei—Abandoned Son of Communism
As we were finishing Morning Prayer with a Litany to the Precious Blood of Jesus, the chapel door flew open, and “Marie” announced in words too quick for most of us to understand, “Yi Wei hasn’t breathed for several minutes.” Moments later, after rushing to the hospice, we found Marie in tears holding the lifeless body of little Yi Wei, who, after a year of intense suffering with multiple daily seizures and eight near-death experiences, had finally gone home.
The full effects of China’s devastating “one-child policy” is little understood in most Western minds and hearts. Communist Government officials and Population Police construct and enforce the general mandate that a Chinese couple can have only one child. Each province and district is granted a certain quota of children by the Government. Local authorities must utilize Population Police to ensure that the local quota is not exceeded, otherwise local authorities pay the price with their jobs. More often than not, babies pay the price for the maintenance of the quota with their lives.
The socio-psychological effects of the one-child policy lead to seeking the “best possible child,” since one is all you get. This has led to the abortion of countless girls, as the culture values boys more. And if gender justifies abortion, then certainly any form of physical disability is also seen as a legitimate occasion for the abortion remedy. When it comes to cases of severe medical illness or physical defect, then generally little or no concern enters the picture. Abortion is considered the only common-sense solution.
In cases when the special needs situation of the child does not appear in utero, when the truth of their physical or mental disability manifests itself after birth, numerous parents abandon their children to federally run orphanages. When abandoned “orphans” (orphans is a bit inaccurate in the traditional understanding of the term, as the parents are oftentimes both alive and well) are found to be gravely ill with little or no hope of survival, they are sometimes placed in back rooms and simply left to die by starvation in absolute isolation.
Marie, a young volunteer, witnessed the tragic reality of these innocent “undesirables” while working in a privately run orphanage in China. With little more than raw determination and great faith, she opened an infant center for the physically and mentally impaired children that even the orphanages had rejected. Loving, caressing, affirming these suffering children became her work of the angels (in a way similar to Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta), in an effort to send each child out of this world and into the next with a spiritual mother’s love. This is authentic “death with dignity,” as opposed to the abuse of the term by euthanasia advocates.
Some poor families have no true desire to give up their seriously infirmed child, but at the same time have no possible means of getting the child the necessary medical attention needed, as the People’s Republic offers their people no health care service. Hospitals, including emergency rooms, must be paid in full upfront, otherwise they provide absolutely no treatment, regardless of the life-threatening nature of an illness. Some brave people have also provided necessary medical intervention with life-saving effects for many children confided to their care. But more often than not, the situation for the child is terminal.
Dang Yi Wei was one such case. Brought to those same brave people shortly after his birth, Yi Wei (pronounced, E–way) would experience multiple seizures a day. Within a few months, the little baby would experience approximately 60 seizures a day. Yi Wei would stare off into the distance as these terrifying seizures racked his body.
Yesterday, when I first met Yi Wei, a volunteer held the infant over a pot as he vomited during one of his seizures. This morning, Yi Wei died.
Dang, the infant’s surname, was given to him, as is the case for most of his brother and sister orphans at the Government-run orphanages, since they are designated children of the state. Yi Wei was an abandoned son of Communism.
After praying prayers of Christian burial we brought Yi Wei’s body to the hospital to obtain a death certificate.
In China it is illegal to die out of the hospital. This makes it more difficult to get a document of death, which is necessary for mandatory cremation. China mandates cremation for all citizens, except for a few minority groups like Muslim believers.
Foreigners face greater difficulty when trying to obtain a death certificate, and so a Chinese woman friend joins us at the hospital and carries in the little body while we wait in the car. In a rather unusual routine, someone enters the hospital asking for emergency help for the infant (even though the infant is obviously already dead). The emergency room official then issues the death certificate.
After about an hour, the woman returns with the child’s body and the certificate. She quips that the ER official tried to direct her to the pediatrics department for infant care, but our friend insisted that the document be granted in the emergency room and the certificate witnessed.
The ER official finally returned to the crematorium. No mortician middleman in this case. The family does all. We continue on.
We arrive at the crematorium, and bring the baby and the certificate to one official, who then leads us to higher-ranking officials. The higher officials gather in confab because the baby did not die in the hospital, and the certificate says he did. Finally, “permission” for the mandatory cremation is granted, and the fee of slightly under 100 dollars is paid. The little diapered body is placed on a long stone slab, which mechanically extends out from the wall, and then slab and body recede back some 25 feet into wall for the cremation process. They tell us to return in 40 minutes.
We walk through the cemetery, praying the Rosary for Yi Wei’s soul, which is already assured Paradise by virtue of his Christian baptism. Foreigners publicly praying the Rosary in a Chinese cemetery creates a bit of a spectacle for the workers doing cemetery building and repair and who are not accustomed to seeing public forms of devotion. Technically, it is illegal to conduct any form of worship outside buildings not approved for such by the Government.
We offer the sorrowful mysteries for Yi Wei and for the plight of the Chinese people under persecution: For the lonely, that the agonizing Jesus in the garden will console them. For those Catholic clergy and laity who continue to be physically beaten and tortured in Chinese prisons, that the scourged Jesus will be their strength. For those unjustly condemned due to the errors of the mind that could cause such a tragic violation of universally accepted human rights, that the Crowned Lord will give them hope. For those falling under the weight of their seemingly unbearable crosses of forced abortions, loss of freedom, jobs, and homes for having a second child and the like, that Jesus carrying the cross will help them carry theirs. For all the thousands of people who were buried in that cemetery and who never heard the name of Jesus, that the Merciful Christ (who hears all prayer out of time) will save their souls and guide their purification in Purgatory.
Two small Oriental lions border most of the cemetery plots, which had an incense pot placed in the center. A recent Chinese Catholic convert explained to us that most Chinese do not believe in God but are still extremely superstitious. They offer incense to their deceased relative as a protection against being haunted by them, or from their ancestors causing bad things to happen to them. Fear of ghosts and evil omens are the source of the incensing ritual, according to the convert. They don’t believe in God but do believe in some preternatural force that can harm them. Another recent Catholic convert adjusts this perspective by saying people know in their heart that God exists, but often will not admit it. They believe the souls of their loved ones continue, but they don’t know how or where. This is why the fear factor enters, which leads to their superstitious fear of ghosts and bad events happening if they neglect the honoring of their dead. There are festal days during the year in which many middle-generation Chinese still follow the traditional practice of laying out foods and gifts for their departed ancestors to appease them. I asked one of the converts about the younger generation and their beliefs. This 26-year-old convert (who has been Catholic for three years) then said that the first response to her conversion to Catholicism from her university peers was that she was crazy. Later, as the convert witnessed to her friends about Jesus and the Church through Bible stories and her own newfound peace of mind, her friends changed their response to “I think your faith in Jesus is a good thing.”
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