"Jiang Ji-li, come to our office right away. Someone wants to talk to you.”
“Your father’s problems are very serious.”
” His cold eyes nailed me to my seat.
“In addition to coming from a landlord family, your father committed some serious mistakes during the Antirightist Movement several years ago,
"If you want to make a clean break with your black family, then you can be an educable child and we will welcome you to our revolutionary ranks.”
"I closed my eyes. I saw Dad standing on a stage, his head bowed, his name written in large black letters, and then crossed out in red ink, on a sign hanging from his neck. I saw myself standing in the middle of the stage, facing thousands of people, condemning Dad for his crimes, raising my fist to lead the chant, “Down with Jiang Xi-reng.” I saw Dad looking at me hopelessly, tears on his face."