On Christmas Eve (the night of December 24) at eight o’clock, a freshman Peking University student surnamed Shen emerged from a movie theatre and was followed by two American soldiers, one on her left and one on her right. They forced her into the trees of the Peiping Polo Field near Chang’an Street, where they raped her.
According to the newspaper, the crime was witnessed by another man, apparently a soldier, who notified police. It was later reported that men overhearing the struggle had tried to stop the two soldiers, US Marine Corporal William Gaither Pierson and Private Warren T Pritchard, but had been driven away.
Pierson and a U.S. consular official tried to claim that the victim was a prostitute, but she was in fact the granddaughter of Qing dynasty official Lin Zexu. Shen Chong took the stand during a court-martial hearing on January 18, 1947, and identified Pierson as her attacker, saying she had struggled with the soldier for three and a half hours.
The Chicago Tribune reported that a police physician, Dr. Kang Ho-cheng, had testified that “a healthy girl would have suffered more injuries if she resisted the attack.” Shen, the newspaper reported, had recounted her ordeal in “a soft voice”:
“My predicament was that of a mouse caught by a cat. I could not possibly injure him because a mouse cannot injure a cat. I could do nothing but cry just as a mouse shudders when caught in a cat’s claws.”
Why did I have no feelings whatsoever for America? It was not without reason. For six years the American life I had seen was vulgar, prejudiced, cold, callous and apathetic, a frail soap bubble that might burst with a puff of breeze, a vast emptiness dazzling with its pretence.
In New York, Fang wrote, even the sun and air were controlled by the capitalists. Those who were wealthy could afford ample space with decent light. The poor, meanwhile, endured dark and cramped conditions.
She wrote of neighbours “wasting away from hunger” and struggling to find work. “At Christmas, their most important holiday, they can’t even return home to gather as a family,” she said.
In the 1950s, as China became mired in the conflict on the Korean peninsula, Christmas came to represent the humanity of China’s fighting force, the People’s Volunteer Army, against the cold mass of “the invading American forces” and their capitalist masters.
On December 30, 1950, the People’s Daily reported that the People’s Volunteer Army had arranged a Christmas party for American and British prisoners of war:
Even though China’s People’s Volunteer Army doesn’t believe in Christianity, the [soldiers] decorated the scene according to Christian custom. As soon as the POWs entered the venue, they were awed by the English banners, and by a pair of “Christmas trees” adorned with red candles and silver alarm bells symbolising freedom.
A “42 year-old” prisoner identified as Olsen was quoted by the People’s Daily as saying that his treatment as a captive by the Chinese was far better than he had experienced in Germany during the Second World War. “The Germans are Christians,” Olsen reportedly said, “but they didn’t allow us to have a merry Christmas.”
According to a report in the “New York Times” on December 27 last year, 883 people died in American during the Christmas holiday through various accidents. Among these, there were 705 deaths attributed to car accidents, 54 to fires, and 123 deaths from other accidents. The report said this was the highest number of deaths in the history of the Christmas holiday.
American economic miseries were chronicled again on Christmas day in 1957, as the People’s Daily reported on the 1956 tour through the Soviet Union of the Gershwin musical Porgy and Bess. The tour, which had performed in Leningrad and Kiev, was by many accounts an outstanding success, but the CCP’s newspaper focused on the tough lives cast members found upon their return to the United States. “[Their] livelihoods were unassured, they were completely frustrated,” the People’s Daily reported, “and they spent Christmas in despair.”
It’s not clear where the People’s Daily obtained its information about the miserable cast members of Porgy and Bess, but one of the chroniclers of the tour itself was the writer Truman Capote, who had joined the trip at the expense of The New Yorker alongside Leonore Gershwin, the wife of the composer.
In any case, the hypocrisy of American elites was on full display. Here were artists, lauded during their tour of the Soviet Union, returning to lives of squalor in the world’s richest nation. “And yet,” the People’s Daily reported, “the American president, his eyes open and staring, said in his Christmas message that the people of America led ‘prosperous,’ ‘peaceful’ and ‘joyful’ lives.”
In a 1950s Communist forerunner of the mic drop, the newspaper added with a vehemence: “Eisenhower’s so-called ‘Christmas message’ should be called an April Fool’s Day message.”
By Christmas of 1957, nearly 300,000 artists and other intellectuals in China, including the writer Ding Ling, had been swept up in the persecution of the Anti-Rightist Movement.
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THROUGHOUT the 1960s and 1970s, the constant Christmas themes in the People’s Daily seemed to be war, chaos and misery. In December 1960, keeping to its seasonal interest in the macabre vagaries of capitalist life, the paper reported that more than 600 people in Chicago had been killed in accidents during the Christmas holiday.
As the conflict in Vietnam escalated in the 1960s, and as China suffered through its own bloody political struggle in the form of the Cultural Revolution, there was a fresh edge of animosity toward both the West and the Soviet Union. One of the most chilling Christmas stories ever to appear in the pages of the People’s Daily came in 1966. It was a first-hand account of war with America from a member of the People’s Volunteer Army who had fought in Korea in 1952:
Just as the American devils were busy celebrating Christmas, our commanders ordered our artillery unit to send them a little ‘gift.’ The unit suddenly sprang to action, our gunners so excited they leapt three feet straight into the air. Everyone said: This time we’ll give the Americans a taste of what we can do. . . . On Christmas morning, as our enemies were assembled on the drill ground, an artillery shell flowered over their heads. Thick smoke billowed from the enemy position, and flesh and blood soared through the air. An entire camp of our enemies went bewildered to see “God.”
When messages of peace were exchanged during the Christmas truce in Vietnam in 1966, this was reported in the People’s Daily as confirmation of Soviet hypocrisy and cowardice.
The “American invaders,” the newspaper reported, had dispatched a Christmas greeting to their counterparts on a Soviet warship. The Soviets had responded: “We wish you a Merry Christmas, and all the best for 1967. May 1967 become a year of peace.”
The People’s Daily fumed:
This sort of message again shows us that these modern revisionists of the Soviet Union, so eager for “US-Soviet cooperation,” are always overwhelmed by the flattery of the American imperialist murderers who pat them on the back.
In the 1970s, economic stagnation offered another opportunity to contrast sugar-plum visions of Christmas in the West with accounts of real suffering under the yoke of capitalism.
The recession that began in 1973 certainly did mark the end of the boom that had begun in the post-war years, and as 1974 dawned, the People’s Daily remarked with an unmistakable whiff of schadenfreude that trouble was brewing in the West:
The political, economic and social crises in the capitalist world, the mounting problem of inflation, and other ills inherent in the capitalist system, are all flaring up. The oil crisis has intensified the chaos. People everywhere are enduring a “dark and cold” Christmas and New Year.
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I AM HAPPY to report that the final piece mentioning Christmas in the pre-reform era, before China imported capitalism and its inherent ills, offers a respite from the gloom.
The article, published on November 13, 1978, returns us, along with readers of the People’s Daily, to icy Finland. There, in the land of Santa Claus, where the festival of Midsummer is “just as revered as Christmas,” the official mouthpiece of the Chinese Communist Party finds peace and beauty in the “white night” of the arctic, and in the northern lights swirling on the horizon.
Merry Christmas!
祝你圣诞快乐!