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228 pages, Paperback
First published February 8, 2022
When the police stayed at bay, watching only from a distance, a joyousness that Beth had never before known overtook everything. To know who you were and what you stood for, well, Beth had never felt that kind of freedom.Yet for her and her other key characters in the USA, China and South Africa, official violence is close by and quick to strike with extreme force.
we worked secretly (or perhaps not so secretly) to understand, to name, the spirit that had brought us, two writers from ostensibly different worlds, together. We found we were not so different; our fights for Chinese rights and black rights seemed to us similar and moreover requiring internationalist actions.
Our country’s peaceful political reconciliation had resulted in this unholy matrimony between the staff and supporters of the old regime, and those of the incumbent government.I thought this rubbing of shoulders between old and new guard was very necessary and maybe a good thing, but indeed the "unholy matrimony" seems to have involved passing on more of the predatorial habits of the old elite than their useful technical and managerial skills.
when I was born, good family was a landlord’s family; during the revolution if you poor or peasantry: good family. Now, good family is for a famous, rich Party familySuch resonance with my contemporary friends like the light brown mixed race man who is considered white in Mexico and black in the USA!
after [Mao's] death, the monochrome of the previous decade began slowly to crack. Some say this was so because of Deng Xiaoping, the Party’s new leader, others say that the people had willed it so inch by inch... After the angry hungry decades, the countryside began to heal and China was on a path of growth. Art, books and cinema were free to be cherished.How much political and cultural change is wrought by high profile leaders, and how much by ordinary people who each feel individually powerless?
Either my life began or ended that day. I do not know which, but a sort of doorway opened up to everything else: my life until then, the present in which I found myself, and my mother’s disappearance. But when I walked away from the square that day, I also walked squarely into my own life.And from here, as she does again and again in this book, Davids asks the powerful personal questions about how we respond to injustice in our own world, our own families. How natural it is to suppress the memory of loss, and how painful it is to look loss, betrayal and brutality squarely in the face, specially when it is perpetrated by those who were "on your side" in your people's fight for freedom.
The kids of the post-revolution have been infinitely distracted with admiring the things our parents were forbidden.
When you were exposed to corruption, as you must have been many times— but no longer said anything to me about it— did you at least report it?While these words are spoken by a South African to a struggle comrade who becomes a diplomat for the new government, they slice open the painful wounds incurred all around the world when idealistic change agents gain power and begin to shut down avenues for criticism.