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[3] “In the Dawan production team of Longyang Commune’s Zhoudian production brigade, Zang Siwa clubbed his own twelve-year-old daughter to death and cooked her. Even so, no one from the four-member family survived the famine. A middle-aged woman surnamed Niu in Shenjiashan likewise killed and cooked her four-year-old daughter, with no better results.
“A cadre told us a story about his family of six: ‘My father had gone to work at the Tao River irrigation project, and my mother was looking after my younger brother and sisters and me. My mother was a very calculating woman, and somehow she managed to find and hide away a small amount of food. Late every night, after my younger brother and sister were asleep, my mother would quietly wake me up and stuff some cooked meal into my mouth, then cover my head with a quilt until I swallowed it, after which she would go to sleep…One time I saw my mother gazing at my sisters and brother, who were reduced to skin and bones, and her face was full of anguish. I asked her why she was sad, but she just shook her head and didn’t answer. Soon after that, my brother and sisters all died. A year later, sometime in the spring of 1961, my father returned from Tao River. My mother handed me over to him and said, “This was the best I could do. I could only keep one alive for you. Only...only one.” Before she could finish speaking, she fell to the floor weeping. My father picked her up and carried her to the bed and wept along with her…Soon after that, my mother became blind from her ceaseless weeping. She was only in her early thirties. Eventually I understood that my mother was preserving one child to carry on the ancestral duties.’”
[3] “In the Dawan production team of Longyang Commune’s Zhoudian production brigade, Zang Siwa clubbed his own twelve-year-old daughter to death and cooked her. Even so, no one from the four-member family survived the famine. A middle-aged woman surnamed Niu in Shenjiashan likewise killed and cooked her four-year-old daughter, with no better results.
“A cadre told us a story about his family of six: ‘My father had gone to work at the Tao River irrigation project, and my mother was looking after my younger brother and sisters and me. My mother was a very calculating woman, and somehow she managed to find and hide away a small amount of food. Late every night, after my younger brother and sister were asleep, my mother would quietly wake me up and stuff some cooked meal into my mouth, then cover my head with a quilt until I swallowed it, after which she would go to sleep…One time I saw my mother gazing at my sisters and brother, who were reduced to skin and bones, and her face was full of anguish. I asked her why she was sad, but she just shook her head and didn’t answer. Soon after that, my brother and sisters all died. A year later, sometime in the spring of 1961, my father returned from Tao River. My mother handed me over to him and said, “This was the best I could do. I could only keep one alive for you. Only...only one.” Before she could finish speaking, she fell to the floor weeping. My father picked her up and carried her to the bed and wept along with her…Soon after that, my mother became blind from her ceaseless weeping. She was only in her early thirties. Eventually I understood that my mother was preserving one child to carry on the ancestral duties.’”
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