Milk, Check-Personal Narrative Analysis

The Tiananmen Square massacre happened on June 4, 1989. Chinese troops arrested and killed many pro-democratic protesters at the Tiananmen Square in Beijing. Young students were the majority of the protesters and they wanted the Chinese Communist Party to stop corruption. The protests started in May and continued into June, where they became more violent. When the troops opened fire on the protesters, some fought back. Grace’s description of the massacre was very accurate. She described it as very violent and the troops ran over protesters with tanks. Grace and her Mom went to the

Even with her previous experiences at Beijing University and at Big Joy Farm, Wong still held some belief that the Chinese system wasn’t as bad as it was sometimes made out to be. This event proved to her that it was. “The enormity of the massacre hit home…Although it had been years since I was a Maoist, I still had harbored some small hope for China. Now even that was gone” (259). As a reporter Wong was able to view the progression of the protests in leading up to the massacre, and in viewing it understood that the Chinese people were much more independent than they had previously demonstrated over the past 50 years. She had continuously seen the Chinese people following what they were told between learning in school or with physical labor, yet this protest was one of the first large scale displays of the unacceptance of the regime by the people, and the government did not know what to do with it. But because of this, Wong was able to recognize that the people were not reliant on this way of life that they had previously been bound to, but truly could lead for themselves and take control. The massacre awakened Wong both to the reality that the government was not acting to benefit the people, and that the people were more than capable of acting for

The apex of Wong’s book is how she displays the emotional overtones in reciting her account of the Tiananmen Square Massacre of 1989. She tells of being holed up in a hotel across the street from the square and actually being able to see the violence between the protesting students and citizens, and the soldiers of the People’s Liberation Army. When she describes bodies falling from gunshot wounds, people being squashed by tanks, and the bullets ricocheting off their hotel walls, it produces multiple senses of horror, sorrow, and absolute terror. She further hammers this point across by displaying two images taken from the scene (245). The first is of a PLA platoon leader who was beaten, set afire, disemboweled, and to add further insult, positioned so that he would serve as an example of what the proletariats were capable of. The second, was of PLA soldiers examining the destruction of Tiananmen Square after they seized the square. Smoke and debris from the protestors are widely prevalent, and the image was even used in a propaganda brochure for the government.

On 23 April 1989 students of the twenty-one universities in Beijing participated in their first congress in the Summer Palace to discuss ways to improve the country, the CCP and to commemorate Hu. The protesters called for government accountability, freedom of the press, freedom of speech, and the restoration of workers' control over industry, rallying together in Tiananmen Square. On the 2nd June, 350,000 soldiers circled Tiananmen Square and, between 10pm on 3 June and dawn on 4 June, soldiers took the Square and the surrounding

In the weeks following Hu Yaobang’s death, students would filter into Tiananmen Square, despite government warnings, and stay overnight for Hu’s funeral, and held a boycott of classes to demands talks with the government; the government ignores the students and publishes an editorial on April 25th in People’s Daily, the government-run news agency, saying that the protests were a conspiracy against the Communist government in China. Because of that editorial, more students flood into Tiananmen Square to demand talks with the government and the retraction of the editorial. More was to happen in the coming weeks, including the commemoration of the May 4th Movement, the development of a massive hunger strike, a visit from Mikhail Gorbachev with the government, the meeting of Party officials with the students, and the infamous declaration of martial law and the use of the People’s

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From June 1-3 propaganda spread throughout the CCP to encourage party members who were still sympathetic towards the protests that Tiananmen Square needed to be cleared even if force was required. Articles featuring disenfranchised students circulated across China with warning from officials stating the students were a part of an elaborate liberal plot to undermine China. These publications infuriated students and galvanized party leaders to take action against the protest

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I found this narrative interesting because I can relate to the speaker. We were both raised in religious families and read the Bible when we were young. The speaker talked about how reading the King James Version of the Bible helped her to better understand Shakespeare, which is something I strongly believe is true. Listening to her talk about sitting on her couch reading the Bible before she was even in school made me nostalgic of my own childhood. My mom has always been an avid reader who pushed me to read books when I was young. My mom entered me in a summer reading program at our public library every summer; this is one other thing I found that I have in common with the speaker, whose parents encouraged reading. I loved reading when I was

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