Pearl of China (16 page)

C
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21

Hsu Chih-mo’s death reminded us how fragile life could be. Looking back, I realized that it was Dick’s love for Hsu Chih-mo that bound us together. Dick had once been combative and imposing, and Hsu Chih-mo had changed him. Dick acknowledged, “If I am a giant today, it is because Hsu Chih-mo taught me the difference between physical and intellectual height.”

I married Dick Lin after Hsu Chih-mo died. He worked in Shanghai and came to see me in Nanking once a month.

Pearl continued to teach at Nanking University but she no longer lingered on campus. Every time she saw the tree that Hsu Chih-mo used to sit under waiting for her, she would burst into tears. Hsu Chih-mo was more in her life than when he had been alive.

“Hsu Chih-mo was the only Chinese man I know who was true to himself,” Pearl told me. “In his way, he was daring and almost impulsive. I couldn’t help but love him. It was selfish of me. But I needed him. We needed each other.”

One thing Pearl seemed unaware of was that Hsu Chih-mo had also been her challenge. I was never a challenge for Pearl, in contrast. She was attracted to challenges. When she lived in China, she never looked down on anyone, but she also never looked up to anyone until Hsu Chih-mo.

Without Pearl and Hsu Chih-mo in my life, I never would have been the person I am today. The three of us discussed Shakespeare, Rousseau, Dickens, and classic Chinese poets and novelists. Although I published and impressed others as a writer, it was never my air and rice, as it was for Pearl and Hsu Chih-mo.

Like Carie, Pearl worked obsessively for the church and offered her charity. She played Carie’s piano, which was falling apart. The keys either didn’t work or were out of tune. Pearl made the best of it. During Christmas season, we gathered. Pearl retranslated Absalom’s lyrics into Chinese. We spent the evenings singing Carie’s favorites, from “The God of Glory” to “Hail the Heaven-Born Prince of Peace”; from “Love Has Come” to “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”

Papa no longer worried about the church attendance—the members of the Chin-kiang congregation by now far outnumbered those of the local Buddhist temples. More and more people were choosing the Foreign God Jesus Christ.

Pearl’s home became what Carie’s once was, a shelter for the needy. Neighbors came by unannounced. People borrowed whatever they needed, from gingerroot and garlic to pots and pans, medicine and clothing. As they visited, they shared words with Pearl. They complained about bad weather, failed business deals, nasty mothers-in-law or troubled children. Pearl listened and comforted them. She believed that only when one understood suffering was one capable of happiness.

It was the house rule that no one mentioned Carol’s condition to outsiders, but Pearl realized that people drew closer to her because of Carol. Pearl was better understood. Local children were taught to play with Carol as if she were normal.

I had a feeling that Pearl knew Dick’s true identity, although she never asked. By 1933, Dick was the head of the Shanghai branch of the Communist Party. The party survived the Nationalists’ brutal purge. Mao retreated to Shan-hsi province, a remote area in the northwest mountains. Dick was left alone to be in charge. He barely had time to travel to Nanking.

While the Nationalists fought the Communists, Japan penetrated into China. In early 1934 Japan launched a full-scale invasion and took Manchuria. The nation protested and forced the head of the Nationalists, Chiang Kai-shek, to unite with the Communists instead of hunting them down.

While the Nationalist troops turned around and marched toward Manchuria to fight the Japanese, Mao expanded his forces. Dick received secret orders from Mao to focus on key generals who served Chiang Kai-shek. Dick’s goal was to inspire them to lead an uprising inside the Nationalist military.

“We will take the troops who rebel to Mao,” Dick told me.

Although I was aware of the danger, I supported Dick. It was clear that he simply couldn’t be stopped. What concerned me was his safety.

One day my fear turned into a reality: Dick’s plan ran into trouble when sensitive information was leaked. By the time I heard the news, Dick was on the run. Overnight, he was on the government’s most-wanted list. Dick was followed everywhere. Soon he ran out of places to hide in Shanghai. Whoever received him was followed and arrested.

I went to Pearl and asked if she could help by getting Dick a temporary job at Nanking University. “Dick must have a job in order to register with the city as a legal resident,” I told Pearl. “Dick will take any job, even as a janitor or night guard. There would be no financial burden to the university because we’d give you money to pay his salary.”

Pearl promised to try, but she warned me that the situation in Nanking was becoming uncertain.

“I would hire Dick as my house servant if it wouldn’t be so suspicious,” Pearl added. “I am watched because all foreigners are considered allies of Japan.”

The moment Dick arrived in Nanking, he was arrested. He was thrown into the Nationalist military prison. Although his true identity was still undiscovered, he was tried as a Communist. He was asked to cooperate and produce the names of his comrades. When he refused, he was beaten and his jaw broken.

“Has he been allowed a doctor?” Absalom asked when I told Pearl the news.

“No,” I replied.

“Nonsense!” Absalom said. “I don’t think that we are helpless.” He turned to Pearl. “There must be something we can do to help Dick.”

“Father, we must be cautious. We are not the only ones at risk,” Pearl said, reminding him of the other people in her house. “We are responsible for their lives as well.”

Pearl’s house was crowded. Besides Absalom and Carol, Pearl’s sister, Grace, had moved in. Her family had also stayed in China, as missionaries. Pearl’s new adopted daughter, Janice, was there too. She was a little older than Carol. The two were already close sisters.

Pearl insisted that I stay with her instead of going back to my own house.

When Nanking University turned down Pearl’s proposal to hire Dick, the seventy-seven-year-old Absalom went to the Nanking government and claimed that Dick was his assistant working for the church.

“It was the first time in his life that Absalom chose to sin,” Pearl later said, after Dick’s release.

Absalom made it his duty to protect the members of his church. He had difficulty because Dick was not a Christian. It was Papa who convinced Absalom that by helping Dick he was helping our family.

“Dick needs to see God’s work in action,” Papa said to Absalom. “Because of your good deed, you may soon see his conversion.”

Absalom knew that Chiang Kai-shek was a new Christian himself, although he’d converted only to satisfy his wife’s marriage request. When Absalom heard this, he knew that he stood a chance.

“What if Dick refuses to convert afterward?” I asked. “We don’t want to disappoint Absalom.”

Papa replied, “Dick will remember that he was saved by a man of God.”

Even covered with a beard, Dick’s face was horribly misshapen. The right side of his jaw was swollen and much larger than the left. Pearl arranged for a doctor from the American Embassy to come. The doctor reset Dick’s jaw and wired his mouth shut.

For days, Dick couldn’t speak. This was perhaps fortunate, because he couldn’t respond to Absalom’s talk of God. If Dick had been able to speak, the two would have been in combat.

Laughing at the thought, Pearl said, “Dick would try to convert Absalom to Communism.”

Eventually Dick had enough. He left without saying good-bye to Absalom.

Two weeks after Dick’s release, an order arrived from Communist headquarters. He left the next day to join Mao at his base in Yenan. Dick told Pearl he was grateful for Absalom’s rescue, but that he could never believe in God.

“Your father must learn that we Communists are fighting for a real cause,” Dick said to Pearl. “China will one day be free of politics and religion. People will be their own gods.”

Pearl told Dick that she and her father had disagreements on many things. “He is God’s fighting angel. I don’t understand him, but I love him.”

Dick replied that it didn’t make sense to him. “I could not love my father if he were my political enemy,” he said.

Pearl smiled. “There is no enemy for me.”

In retrospect, Dick’s encounter with Pearl and Absalom helped him become a different kind of Communist. In a way, it was a perfect example of how God worked. Only the future would reveal the changes that had occurred in Dick. Without knowing it, his horizon had been expanded as God’s light shone on him.

*          *          *

Before my husband left we spent the evening together. His jaw was still tender but I cooked him his favorite meal and we stayed up late into the night discussing our plans. Dick was excited by the journey he was about to take, although we both shed tears at the idea of parting. He promised to come back and fetch me as soon as he was settled. I knew that if I insisted, Dick would stay in Nanking. He would do it for me, even though his heart was already with Mao and his comrades. Dick left me with a quote from Madame Curie:
The weak one waits
for opportunity while the strong one creates
. By
opportunity
, he meant his dream of a people’s China.

When I sent my first letter to Dick two months later I had some news to share with my husband. On our last night together we had shared a bed and I had become pregnant. I was thrilled because years before, a doctor had told me after my miscarriage that I would not be able to bear children. I was forty-three years old and Dick forty-six. It was the happiest letter I’ve ever sent.

Pearl suggested that I start collecting medicine and packing it into bags. She had learned from an American journalist friend who had interviewed Mao that “medicine is the best currency in Yenan.” And besides, I didn’t want to be without medicine for my newborn.

C
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22

The day Papa abandoned his church in Chin-kiang and came to Nanking was the day Pearl sensed that the safety of foreigners in China was a thing of the past.

Papa told us that the church had been attacked. The Nationalist government was convinced that Communism was a foreign idea, thus the church must be a hiding place for Communists.

“Dick was fortunate to depart earlier,” Papa said. “He could have been captured and murdered if he had stayed.”

We learned that all the escape routes from Nanking to inland and coastal cities were now controlled by warlords who had become allies of the Nationalists.

The city of Nanking showed no sign of what was about to take place as we gathered on Sunday morning at the church. People believed that what had happened in Chin-kiang wouldn’t happen here, because Nanking was a capital city and had a number of foreign embassies.

As Absalom strained to convince us that God would not let evil win, a young red-haired officer from the American Embassy ran in. He was breathless and drenched in sweat.

“Yes, sir?” Absalom was annoyed by the interruption. “How can I help you?”

The officer passed a letter to Absalom and said, “The consul general has ordered the immediate evacuation of all Americans in Nanking.”

“
What
is going on?” Absalom put down the Bible.

“The Chinese government informed us that it has lost control over the spreading chaos.” The officer spoke quickly. “There have been riots in the provinces of Shandong, Anhui, and Jiangsu. Mobs and soldiers have killed foreigners.”

“We have seen none of this in Nanking,” Absalom responded. “Are you sure our consul general is not making a storm out of a little breeze?”

“Sir, I must move on,” the officer said and excused himself.

The church was silent.

All eyes were on Absalom.

Absalom gave an unconcerned expression as he picked up the Bible. He turned a page and began to read. His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened. “
And now I exhort you to be of good cheer: for there shall be
no loss of any man’s life among you, but of the ship. For there stood by me this
night the angel of God, whose I am, and whom I serve
. . .”

Papa was becoming nervous. Finally he couldn’t contain himself. “Absalom,” he called.

Absalom ignored him.

“Master Absalom.” Papa’s voice trembled.

“Yes, Mr. Yee?” Absalom was visibly disturbed. “You’d better have a good reason for interrupting like this.”

With a note of panic in his voice, Papa cried, “Nanking will be the next Chin-kiang!”

“Calm down, Mr. Yee!”

“Time is short,” Papa pleaded. “You and your family need to evacuate right away!”

“What are you talking about, Mr. Yee?” Absalom stared at him.

“Where do you suggest that we go?”

“Home, Master Absalom!”

“We are home.”

“No! I mean your home in America!” Papa began to stutter. “Sir, your life is in danger!”

“I’ll be going nowhere.” Absalom responded firmly. “My home is China.”

Pearl watched the evacuation of all her Western friends. Laborers worked day and night carrying cases and bags toward the river, where steamboats waited. The last American family to depart was the embassy doctor’s. When their boat pulled away, Pearl lost her composure.

“What if Carol gets sick?” she cried to Absalom. “What if you fall off your donkey and break a leg?”

Absalom replied, “Chinese people have survived thousands of years without Western medicine.”

“What if surgery is needed?” Pearl asked.

“God will take care of us.”

“Please, Father, this is a practical matter.”

“I
am
talking about a practical matter.” Absalom became impatient. “You must have faith in God.”

“I have a sick child, Father, and I can’t do without a doctor.”

Absalom spoke without looking at Pearl. “God’s work requires sacrifice.”

“God’s work?” Pearl became angry. “It’s your work! It’s Absalom’s glory, Absalom’s obsession! Why should the rest of us sacrifice for you?”

Grace joined Pearl, begging her father to reconsider.

“What’s wrong with you all?” Absalom yelled. “By all means go ahead and evacuate! Get going before the steamboats are gone.”

“We can’t leave without you,” both Pearl and Grace said. “You are an old man!”

“The Lord won’t let anything happen to me.” Absalom was confident. “He needs me to do his work.”

The air smelled like it was burning. The streets of Nanking had turned ghostly. Businesses were closed. Nearly all foreigners had already fled. Pearl and Absalom hid inside their house. Although Pearl’s servants were willing to stay on, Pearl insisted that they leave. She promised that she would hire them back once the danger was over. The servants departed. They knew that if they stayed, they could be killed for having served the foreigners.

Papa and I got busy trying to fill the water jars and stockpile food. Each day we checked on Pearl’s family. Pearl told me that Absalom had become a problem. He refused to stay inside. He believed that what was happening was perfect for his work. “Desperate people turn to God,” he said.

Pearl and Grace came to Papa for help. They begged him to find a way to stop Absalom.

Papa challenged Absalom on his Chinese translations of the Bible. The two men argued loudly.

“It’s not an error,” Papa insisted. “Some of the stories just don’t make sense in Chinese.”

Eventually, Absalom decided to sit down and work on his revisions.

In only a few days, the streets were filled with strangers. The boarded-up shops were broken into. People were running and others chasing. Screams and shouts could be heard day and night. I could hear the sound of distant gunshots.

I visited the university, wondering what had happened there. The campus was as quiet as a cemetery. I went to the science building and saw windows with bullet holes in them. Then I saw bloodstains on the sidewalk.

“Help!” I heard a voice.

To my horror, I found a foreigner hiding behind the bushes in a pool of blood. He had been shot in the chest. “Help!” the man cried, struggling to speak. “I am the dean of the school and I . . . am an American missionary.”

Before I could ask for his name, he passed out.

“Sir! Sir!” I knelt and shook him.

The man died in my arms. The sound of gunshots was so near now that I listened for the whistling of bullets. I set the dead man down and covered him with my blouse. I walked toward the town. The wind felt cool on my face. It was an otherwise perfect spring day with camellias blossoming.

There was a woman running toward me. Her arms were waving frantically in the air.

I recognized her. “Lilac!”

“The mobs have come!” Lilac yelled. “They are looking for foreigners! They have already killed one. I heard that he was the dean of the university.”

“Lilac, that man died in my arms!”

Lilac saw the blood on my hands and clothes. The color drained from her face.

We took shortcuts through the hills toward Pearl’s house. I regretted not insisting that Pearl and her family leave days ago. Panic began to overtake me as I pictured the mob. Lilac told me that she had witnessed the murders of Chinese Christians, our friends and neighbors.

Pearl felt fortunate that everyone in the family had survived so far. The house had been looted three times by soldiers and groups of angry men. Every valuable thing had been taken. The last group had left disappointed because nothing was left.

Absalom’s forehead was bleeding. He had tried to stop the mob and had been knocked down. Even that hadn’t stopped Absalom from continuing to reason with the intruders. He was determined to show God’s grace. It had been Papa who had offered his last money to the looters so they would leave.

Pearl was devastated to learn that the dean of the university, a personal friend, had been killed.

“More soldiers will be coming to Nanking,” Papa predicted.

Pearl and Grace held their children. Grace wept. The sisters wondered if it would be wise to separate the family.

Papa told Pearl that soldiers and mobs were everywhere and that it wasn’t safe to be outside. “They will shoot the moment they see a foreigner.”

Absalom talked again about faith in God.

Pearl turned away.

Absalom suggested that they all pray together. “Let us properly prepare to meet our fate.”

No one responded.

Absalom went to his room and closed the door.

Pearl and Grace looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with tears.

I was afraid. No one knew what to do.

Pearl took a pen and paper and began to write quickly.

“I’m going to the pier,” she announced. “Perhaps a foreign ship might take pity on us. It won’t hurt to try. I am writing down all our names.”

“Let me do it,” I volunteered. “You’d be a walking target with your blonde hair.”

Pearl gave me the folded letter. “Give this to anyone whom you think could help us.”

“Let me go,” Papa offered. “The soldiers will rape Willow. Besides, she is pregnant.”

“No, Papa,” I said. “You are old . . .”

Before I could say more, Papa took the letter from Pearl and left the house. I had never seen him run so fast. His small frame bounded like a deer as he moved out of sight.

We dared not light candles. The children were asleep. Pearl and Grace stood behind the front door. They listened to every sound. I was exhausted from carrying water to the house and tried to sleep on a straw mat on the floor. I thought about Dick and Papa and prayed for their safety.

Hours later, a loud banging on the door woke me from a deep sleep.

Thinking it was the mob, everyone jumped up.

“Who is it?” Pearl asked.

“Open the door, please! It’s me, Soo-ching!”

“Do I know you?” asked Pearl.

“Yes, I delivered my son in your backyard!”

“What?”

“My name is Soo-ching, and my son’s name is Confucius!”

“Oh, Confucius, yes, I remember!” Pearl opened the door.

A heavy manure stink came with her into the room.

“What has happened to you, Soo-ching?” Pearl asked.

“I poured a bucket of feces over myself for safety,” she said.

“How can I help you?” Pearl asked.

“Help me? No, I’m here to help you! Because tomorrow you will be dead!”

“What do you mean, Soo-ching?”

“I was forced to cook for the soldiers. They are preparing a celebration banquet for tomorrow. I asked what for, and they said they were going to kill all the foreigners in Nanking, tomorrow!”

Pearl’s face turned pale.

“I come to offer you a hiding place, Mrs. Pearl,” Soo-ching said.

“How kind of you, Soo-ching!” Pearl cried.

“Buddha blesses you, Pearl. You offered me a drop of water when I was dying of thirst. Now it is my turn to offer you a flowing creek.” Soo-ching turned to introduce her son. “Confucius, come and pay your respect.”

Confucius, a stick-thin, cross-eyed boy, bowed to Pearl.

With tears in their eyes, Pearl’s family, including Absalom, gathered. They followed Soo-ching and arrived at her thatched hut.

The moment Soo-ching opened the door, mosquitoes came swarming out like brown balls. They targeted our faces, arms, and legs. Their buzzing was like ten erhus playing at the same time.

“Everyone stays away because of the stink,” Soo-ching said.

As soon as Pearl, Grace, Absalom, and the children had let themselves into the hut, Soo-ching moved bales of hay against the door to seal it shut and make it difficult to open. She brought buckets of donkey piss and slopped it on the hard-packed ground before the door.

Papa showed up exhausted. He hadn’t been able to find any help. I asked what he’d done with Pearl’s letter. He told me that he had given it to Carpenter Chan. “He’ll find a boat if there is a boat to be found.”

I was upset. “Pearl has been waiting for your return.”

Papa said that it was time for us to think about our own survival. “Have you heard anything from your husband?” he asked. “I thought he would come to fetch you.”