Three things making me angry today:
Let me explain:
Anyways, the Falun Gong apparently took this golden opportunity to put up a little poster montage espousing the virtues of their art and the evils of the Chinese gov’t. No, I’m not kidding. Yes, I’m serious. To add to that, they had the audacity to set up camp on the Diag, which is tread upon by approximately half the population of the United States. Daily.
So, I’m walking along with two friends, henceforth denoted as Friend A and Friend B.
Upon seeing the line of posters and people milling around in bright yellow shirts, I thought they might have been biohazard cleanup crews on strike. To that, I would have said “meh”. But nooooo. Fate was not kind. In big letters, on the rightmost poster, was printed “Falun Dafa”, which is code talk for “We give the finger to China.” So, instead of “meh”, my initial reaction sounded suspiciously similar to “buckin’ May”. Friend A is Chinese, and not an ABC, so she had a good laugh from that. Naturally, being the inquisitive and cynical person that I am, I walked up to the display for a closer look. Apparently, their aim was to help gain sanity or amnesty (I think both) for a fellow practitioner who was wanted by the Chinese government, and was imprisoned for 3 years for a crime (legitimate arrest). This Dr. Chang Li had a few things which I didn’t respect:
1. He was a Falun Gong practitioner.
The next few posters showed color pictures of injuries of supposed Falun Gong practitioners supposedly inflicted by the Chinese government. Now, Friend A saw these pictures in several privately owned Chinese newspapers described as self-inflicted injuries. Funny that.We’re looking at people with posters with a vested interest in such matters, and people in newspapers who don’t have such a concern for such things. Hmmm. I believe there’s a word for what’s on the posters: LIBEL.
Now, Friend B is American, but culturally Japanese (yeah, weird). So at first, upon gazing at the pictures, she was like “Aww. So sad.” Of course, being friends with two rational Chinese people transformed that, within exactly 37 seconds, into “Ugh. Falun Gong.”
Upon seeing my absorbed interest and animated debate about matters of Falun Gong, the requisite wrinkly old lady sauntered up to me and began talking about the virtues of her “art.” After the requisite “Do you speak Chinese?”, “Where in CHina were you born?”, and “Your flip-flops are untied.”, we began really talking… well, sorta (translated and Americanized from Chinese):
A few minutes and twenty paces later, I snapped the CD.
Of course, if they hadn’t been there (the old lady should thank them), the conversation would have went something like this:
Old Lady: “Have you heard of Falun Gong before?”
I’d be snapping CDs all the way to the art fair.
This friend just gave me this look and said…
This is entirely out of character, as anyone who knows me can attest to, but I just wish the people who thought this up would just drop dead. Even better, die long and painful deaths. Even better…
1. Erase their current memories
That’d be the ultimate torture.