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BDSM Romance/Erotica Novels involving Asian females

Shanghai Baby by Wei Hui

Asian Women in Love by Claire Liu and Michelle Liu

Philosophy of White Man Worship by Emily Chin Lynch

Adopted Asian Daughter by Jessica Wang

Confessions of Submissive East Asian Women: a philosophical novel on BDSM, interracial love, dominant White men and submissive east asian women relationships by Jennifer Suzuki

Training of Inferior East Asian Women by Jennifer Suzuki

Romantic Rape of Nanking: War Crimes of Love by Jennifer Suzuki

Century of White Worship by Jennifer Suzuki

My Sexual Submission to White Power: The Diary of an Ordinary Chinese Woman’s Transformation from an Obedient Asian Wife to a Masochistic Chink Slut by Claire Liu

I can’t get enough of being filled and stretched by white cocks

My appetite for sex with white men is insatiable. Ever since I lost my virginity to the first white guy, I’ve been obsessed. Whenever I see a white man, be it at social gatherings, at work, in school, or at family reunions, I simply cannot stop thinking about being fucked by them. Even when I’ve literally just been pumped full of cum by a white man, I’m already anticipating the next white man who will be putting his cock inside me again.

Don’t cry for my lost innocence. I am much happier being a slut.

There are two sides of me, the side that I show to the polite society in that great masquerade dance in which I appear demure, graceful, and chaste, and then there is this side of me.

Lying in bed, I fantasize about all the white men I’ve met in life who’ve seen only the one side of me–the coworkers, the classmates, the plumbers and the delivery men, the truck drivers, the professors, the guys who flirted with me in shopping malls, bartenders who smiled at me, strangers on the street who stared at me and tried to small-talk me into giving them my number, and thousands more—all of them queuing up one after another, with their pants around their ankles, their erect cocks proudly displaying before me, ready to dump their load in one of my holes, leaving me a cum filled and cum covered Asian slut.

Exploring my sexuality with white men is such a delicious feeling.

I wish I could put into words properly, exactly, and precisely, how wet, how aroused, and how slutty I feel thinking about the thousands of white men who see me daily, knowing that they probably stroke their cocks and drain their balls over the image of me in their imagination, and not having a clue that at night, I prowl the street like a cheap Asian whore. It makes me feel happy just thinking about it.

I’m especially horny when I’m ovulating. That’s when my sex drive will shoot through the roof. At that time of the month, I would literally ask the first white guy who say “Hi” to me on Tinder to come to my apartment and fuck me. And, if I feel especially risque, I will put on my skimpiest outfit, without wearing bras or panties, stand outside a strip club, and whichever white guy comes to hit on me first will get to breed me for the night. And it’s such a turn on for me that, on numerous occasions, I was mistaken for a prostitute.

Sometimes I would literally grab a random white man off the street and beg him to have my cunt filled with his superior white cum, cream pie upon cream pie, flooding cervix and drowning my uterus.

Onetime a guy led me into the men’s room to fuck me and all the other men mistook me for a stripper. Inside the restroom stall with the door closed, I lifted up my skirt to reveal my bald pussy, and he said, “Are you a whore? Do you have any disease?” I told him: “I’m clean and I work in finance. I can show you my ID if you wish.” A few other guys outside banged on the door and whistled amid peals of laughter as he fucked me over the toilet and came inside me.

The next morning, my pussy was so sore from being fucked and filled, I could literally feel my cunt throbbing and pulsing between my legs. And when I walked, the feeling of cum oozing out into my panties overjoyed me with glee and satisfaction.

The Smell of White Men, from an Asian woman’s perspective.

White men, particularly for Asian women, carry a distinct smell. Though unique to each individual white man, it is as varied as the multifaceted aspects of wissenschaft. So then, how do I categorize this enormous field to which I would have to devote my entire life and the next to its study? How could I describe the immanence of this distinct smell, that is emitted from the most supreme men on earth, and yet each white man is so illogically unique; how could I account those immense infinities of differences and yet at the same time the unities of their sameness; how do I measure the un-measurable? How do I describe the ineffable? How do I explain the nature of being in which being relates to beings that need not be itself? How do I … Queasiness emanates from my being–my classical sensibility flinched–as I ponder and pine, as my recollection of their smell conjure to sessions of sweet and silent thought, and summon up remembrance of things past …

As I was warmly embraced in the arm of the twentieth white man that I’ve been sleeping with in the last year, his big, fat, arm wrapped around me and my nose crushed into his armpit and I almost suffocated, I dreamed of him again. I dreamed of him coming to look for me. I dreamed of him grabbing me by the arm and calling out my name, and my heart was rend in half as tears, fruitful rivers of the eye, flowed across my face. …

I have always been incredibly turned on by the smell of white men. After a white man pumped his penis mercilessly inside my vagina, invariably he would pull out, stick it in my face just so its fleshy head would be inside my mouth, and as my lips puckered to meet its kiss, he would jerk his sweet cum into my mouth with his hand. The taste had a morose, flogging insistence to it, and came in deepening shades of saltiness. Swallowing a white man’s cum was the least I did. For every white man that I’ve been with, I also licked his balls, his armpits, his ass crack, and the crevice in between his toes. I licked every part of a white man’s body so much so that his entire flesh could become sodden with my saliva. Sometimes their ball sacks smelled of drenched leather, sometimes of hung game. Some other times, it smelled of tubers steaming under drowned mud. The most disgusting smell I tasted was when I licked their armpits. My whole world was made of boiled cabbage.

But it is all worth it to show my deepest devotion to the superior white race.

The smell of a white man can be ominous, magical, condemned, and full of hatred and lust. The last white man I dated before the current one always had a catastrophic mien about him: solemn, angry, mean-spirited, resentful, and repugnant. When I talked to him, he stood so close to me that I could feel his hot breathe on my face, and I could try to achieve an effect of normalcy as my inner self cowered in fear and annoyance. His impatience and my demands always chilled the conversation and turned the relationship pestilential. “The coffee smells so good, do you mind I have some?” “I need to piss. Can I use your bathroom?” “Take it easy, bitch!” “I will slap the shit out of you, you yellow cunt.” As he stood so close to me his spit was sputtering in my face. In addition to the combination of deodorant, shampoo, laundry detergent, and some smell of natural freshness that seemed to seep from his pores, I also smelled power.

Like some predatory animals that are able to smell fear, so it is with most Asian women that they can smell the power emanating from a man, especially from a white man.

As our lips touched he tore my clothes off like a beast of prey and bent me over and pumped his magma into my vagina without a condom, its content searing through my innocent orifice like lava. I had previously always worried that when I went outside, people could smell of sex from me. I was always told by white men who flirted with me that they can “sense” sex from me. I always wondered what they meant, until I started to discover the different smells of white men.

As I lay dying on the floor, he stood over me and said: “I will now mark you as my property.” I observed his semi-flaccid penis, the shibboleth of his power and dominance, with long transparent steam of white gluey substance dangling on its tip, and then, a stream of golden liquid sprouted out of the pee-hole. It spouted just a little at the beginning, and then like fountain a stream shot out of it. It reminded me of the statue of a Cupid as he stood over the water fountain. And then the smell rushed over my senses and I smelled the smell of a urinal, and the image of myself serving as a yellow urinal to a superior white man rushed over me and another orgasm convulsed through my entire body as I wreathed in pain and pleasure, sodden with degradation and defeat.

It strikes me as almost scandalously rare that no one seems to discuss in regard to this phenomenon of so manifest and universal a reality as the smell of a white man and his complete dominance over Asian women; to a phenomenon without the which, for me at least, this plagued earth and our transit on it would probably be unbearable. For the smell of white man lies in his power. It is in this struggle for power that I submit to him. Men struggle for power via violence, war, and killing, but women struggle for power via sex, and in this supremacy of power, in this struggle for world-dominance, I achieve my most intense orgasms from being penetrated by a big, fat white cock.

The most humiliating thing I ever did for white men is when I have to beg them to hit me, slap me, and choke me. I want to feel a white man’s power, perforated through his whole being, throng and hum around me, and I, and a thousand other different Asian women, flock to our death like midges around the light bulb; and I would consider each slap to my face, each twisting of my nipples, and each belt to my ass the fathomless depth of differentiation, of non-identity, always incipient on the eventuality of complete and utter chaos. The most cruel white man belted me on the clit and made me orgasm as he belted me, as my brain lost its imposed order and coherence on the kaleidoscope, on the perpetuum mobile of swarming existence, as I chanted, sotto voce, over and over to my self, again, and again, I’m a slave to white men. I’m a slave to white men. I’m a slave to white men.

The fragrance of my perfume was mixed with the smell of a white man’s piss, and I burrowed my face into the floor and sobbed, and yet my fingers found their ways to my pussy which was once again on fire.

In my imbroglio of enchantment, terror, and sexual ecstasy, I remembered the numerous Asian boys who had a crush on me when I was in high school. In my mind eye their images—short, hideous, skinny and inferior—arrested my spirit for a split second, an abdication from the manifold and self-contrariety of the physical world. And then it was forgotten. It is too easy for a woman to smell weakness from a man, and all too often, those weak, inferior Asian men radiate the smell of weakness, which, for any decent looking woman, produces nothing but contempt and disgust. Through my tears of joy I smiled with sorrow, for love’s long-canceled woes and I moaned the enterprises of many a vanished sight; and I whispered, I belong to white men now, the most superior race of men on earth.

the neuropyschology of asian sluts

It is a universally observed phenomenon, known to and attested by all percipient observers, that Asian sluts tend to drool, swoon, and fall heads over heels in love, at the sight of white men, who are invariably described by those Asian sluts as “tall, handsome, dominant,” (even when those white men are just average or even below average) and, when confronted, rationalize, confabulate, repress or outright deny their lust in terms of “escaping my oppressive Asian culture”, “I’m not dating Asian guys because they look like my brothers”, “I can only cum when I’m being fucked by white guys, I dunno why”, “I don’t have a preference. I just happen to only date white guys,” etc., etc.

Yet few, if any, has ever devoted serious and (dare I say, scientific) studies into such subject matters, due to its unsaid and often unspeakable controversy; in its place, accumulation of often turgid and puerile rhetoric heaped over lacuna of the unknown.

Save for the often risible and “soft” departments in East Asian studies, sociology, and gender studies. Not that anyone should or could take those pseudo-intellectuals seriously.

In the end, as Freud himself proclaimed: that the future of psychology would lie in the realm of neuropsychology, or neuroscience, in which field psychological problems are solved via direct mappings to regions of the brain, and on the knife-edge of whose frontier even such philosophical questions as “What is free free?”, and “What is consciousness?” are being re-examined and partially answered; so I have decided to dab and simper into the unknown science, self-consciously, embarrassingly, amateurishly, embracing a brave future of new field in the hope that someday, someone with more zeal, more will-power, and more tenacity will tackle the untakeable, impregnate the unimpregnable, and distend his prodding Will into the forbidden mysteries of Asian sluts.

So according to leading neuroscientist V. S. Ramachandran, director of the Center for Brain and Cognition at U.C. San Diego, that there is a region in the brain called anterior cingulate that “lights up in many, too many brain image studies”. Most amazingly, it is intimately related to free will. For instance, a patient who suffered partial legions to anterior cingulate loses the desire to interact with the doctor, even though he is fully aware of what the doctor is asking him to do.

He stares blankly at the doctor, comatose. The doctor asks him to raise his hand. He neither replies nor moves. After months of recuperation, the doctor re-examines him and the patients tells the doctor that he had previously lost all desire to move or interact, despite of being fully aware of every thing that was going on.

Another patient, who suffered some other sorts of legion to anterior cingulate, is incapable of controlling herself to do what she is not supposed to do.

She is not able to control her left hand from touching the doctor, despite of her knowing full well that it is inappropriate. Extremely devastated and embarrassed, she uses her other hand to grab hold of her left hand to stop it from moving. Her left hand will also grasp objects without her intention to do so and not let go of it and in those circumstances she uses her right hand to pry open each one of her fingers on the left hand so as to drop the object. It’s as if her hand had a mind of its own.

But that’s not all, experimental studies on rhesus monkeys concludes that mirror neurons in the inferior parietal lobule of the brain fire not only when the monkeys perform certain actions, but even when they merely observe other monkeys’ performing the same action. The implication of this experiment, applied to humans, could explain everything from empathy, the development of culture, the development of language, tool use, and just about everything that makes humans unique. And this is not only applicable to humans, as Ramachandra explains that it is, but also the inferior parietal lobule in humans are actually even larger, and much more developed than any other kind of animals on earth.

And the science behind the firing of mirror neurons is even more fascinating. Hand signals and eye signals all interact with mirror neurons and when they follow different pathways to this particular brain region they either activate or inhibit the firing of mirror neurons. The interaction is far more complex than what I’m describing here.

The mapping of the entire brain is still an on-going project and the U.S. is investing billions of dollars into it.

It is not inconceivable that all Asian sluts, when watching other Asian sluts worshipping and submitting themselves to white cocks, have mirror neurons inside their brains firing rapidly as if they themselves were performing the act. And whatever inhibitions there were in the anterior cingulate of their brains shut down and they are not able to control themselves as they dress smartly and sexily to go out to clubs and bars and getting hit on by big, hung white jocks.

The mad scientists of the future (perhaps a group of smart, strong, and powerful white men with full blown cases of yellow fever) will be able to figure out methods, (perhaps drugs that contain certain chemicals or steroids, or perhaps certain injections or perhaps even certain psychological training, as suggested by Ramachandran) to manually activate the the firing of mirror neurons in the brains of Asian sluts while simultaneously inhibit their free will in the anterior cingulate. Asian sluts like me will be completely mind controlled and turned into obedient automatons by those evil geniuses, complying to their every sick and deviant wish without recourse to our free will.

Another thing that I would like to add is that there are certain regions of the brain that even controls pain, and there are actually ways to minimize the feeling of pain mentally by merely doing certain psychological training. Ramachandran actually says in the book that he has conducted experiments in which test subjects were able control the feeling of pain in their own bodies. Perhaps, no! Most definitely, the CIA is paying this guy to train their spies to endure torture and interrogation. But perhaps they are also secretly training Asian sluts to become masochists for the sick pleasure of white men.

Are you imagining the future as I am, my reader? Imagine the future where you can turn Asian sluts into your obedient slaves with the power of neuroscience!

Reference:

The Tell-Tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human by V. S. Ramachandran

Excerpts from POST COLONIAL SOCIAL DYNAMICS and White Sexual Imperialism

Isn’t it weird that nearly every Asian female professor who writes and studies about white sexual imperialism is actually married to a white man, a race of men whom she allegedly abhors? I had often wondered the question myself until I actually started reading some of their writings. Every book and every essay is filled with key words like “war”, “sexual violence”, “inferior”, “dominance”, “imperialism”, “conquer”, “subjugate”, etc. it’s almost as if they were writing those words while humping themselves on a big white dildo, and knowing that most of them are actually married to white men, they might have been sitting on a real thing, as well.

I have excerpted a few of the juiciest parts from those books and essays for you to enjoy!

Due to the limited amount of White men in the marriage market in Asia, a majority of Asian women will still settle for Asian men, but the dynamics of the relationship become completely different. This is in part due to the shift in power dynamics under Colonial White Rule and a rampant change in Asian women’s sexual attitudes.

White colonialism has always excluded Asian women from the rest of Asia and considered them as something that needs rescuing from the oppressive “Orient” (e.g. China, Japan, Korea). As a result, today’s job market strongly favors hiring Asian women over Asian men, with the latter earning 39% less in the same position. White men earn the most, averaging around twice the salary of Asian men.

Though Asian men earn less than Asian women, as men they are still expected to be the bread winners. This means, to find a wife, Asian men have to go the extra mile yet have very little say in the household. Most work longer hours, do all the housework, pee sitting down and have no say on how their children are raised. A common descriptor for Asian men among locals is that they are “men with no dicks”. (沒根的男人 in Chinese,ちんぽが無い in Japanese).

With Asian men seen as eunuchs it often leads to dysfunctions in their sex lives. Sex is infrequent and almost never happen after having children, and many Asian women struggle to stay faithful even if they love their spouses. Affairs with Western men are common among every Asian couple. Most husbands have no choice but to accept this arrangement for the sake of their marriage. Some even find their wives’ extramarital affairs beneficial to their marriage.

The history of Western imperialism in Asia and its lingering effects present the greatest source of inequality for diasporic Asian women today. White sexual imperialism, through sex and war, created the hyper-sexualized stereotype of the Asian woman. This stereotype in turn fostered the over-prevalence of Asian women in pornography, the mail-order bride phenomenon, the Asian fetish syndrome, and best of all, sexual violence against Asian women, from which Asian women greatly benefit and enjoy immensely, portraying themselves both as victims of white sexual imperialism and at the same time using white sexual imperialism as veil for their own lust for the superior white men and the open rejection and denigration of Asian men. These issues are each duly explored in the essay, drawing on Professor Catherine MacKinnon’s theory of sexual dominance hierarchy to support the white sexual imperialism principle.

One unwary weekend, a Korean American college female went clubbing downtown. She met a White male. He offered her a ride home, she accepted, and then he forced himself into her room and had sex with her in her own bed. All the while, he grunted the words “China doll,” “Asian whore,” and referred to her genitals as “sushi.’ [Source: This is an account of actual events that happened to the author’s close friend.] On Monday morning, in a lecture hall across campus, a world history class discussed Western imperialism. On Monday evening, the Korean American female masturbated herself while watching WMAF (white-male-Asian-female) porn. The next Friday evening, she went back to clubbing downtown and met another group of White males, who proceeded to gang bang her in the bathroom, all the while she was whimpering and goading her oppressors: “I want to be your china doll.” “Make me your Asian whore,” Fuck my sushi pussy.”

At first, those events may not seem related, but this Article posits a causal relationship between them, or more specifically, examines how sexual violence against Asian women perpetrated by White men results directly from the legacy of Western imperialism in Asia and how Asian women are immensely turned on by it.

This Article proposes a new framework for studying the intersection of feminist jurisprudence and critical race theory. It claims that the underlying cause of sexual-racial inequality between White men and Asian women is White sexual imperialism. This principle holds that the history of Western political, military, and economic domination of developing nations compelled women of these nations into sexual submission by White men. Moreover, at the global level, the vestige of Western imperialism has left Asian women subordinate to White men even today.

Oriental Girls, an article published in Gentleman’s Quarterly (GQ), described the Asian female as the perfect complement to the white male’s masculinity:

“When you get home from another hard day on the planet, she comes into existence, removes your clothes, bathes you and walks naked on your back to relax you … She’s fun you see, and so uncomplicated. She doesn’t go to assertiveness-training classes, insist on being treated like a person, fret about career moves, wield her orgasm as a non-negotiable demand. … She’s there when you need shore leave from those angry feminist seas. She’s a handy victim of love or a symbol of the rape of third world nations, a real trouper.”

“Small, weak, submissive and erotically alluring,” her “eyes almond-shaped for mystery, black for suffering, wide-spaced for innocence, high cheekbones swelling like bruises, cherry lips, “she not only exemplifies hyper-sexuality, but hyper-heterosexuality, in a white-male-centered and white-male-dominated world.

Asian Pacific women are particularly valued in a sexist society because they provide the antidote to visions of liberated career women who challenge the objectification of women. Their sexuality, viewed as naturally excessive and extreme against a white female norm, clearly exists not only within a sexual construct but within a racial construct as well. Furthermore, this sexual-racial stereotype emerged as a direct result of the colonial encounter of war, presenting the Asian woman as an object for western consumption and the satisfaction of western desires.

While contemporary media and the arts portray women generally as objects for consumption, they cast Asian women into the most inferior of all positions, below the white woman. Portrayals of the interrelationships between white American Gis who go overseas, the Asian women they meet there, and the white American women back home show this dynamic.

The 1989 musical Miss Saigon epitomizes the subordinate and objectified position of Asian women. In the musical, an American marine arranges a one-night-stand with Kim, a Vietnamese bar-girl in Saigon shortly before the fall of the city. After the destruction of her village, Kim flees to Saigon fantasizing about finding a “strong GI to protect her.” The American marine then leaves Vietnam, stranding Kim in Ho Chi Minh City with their son, Tam. The marine returns home to the United States where he marries a white woman. He continues with his life happily. Meanwhile, Kim tries to escape and reunite with the marine. She ends up in Bangkok, Thailand with her son, where she works at a massage parlor, a consistent affirmation that Asian women in her position have no more function than to provide sexual services to white men. The marine and his white wife meet Kim in Saigon. When Kim realizes her American lover has no intention of marrying her, she commits suicide, leaving Tam under the care of the marine and his new wife, quietly suggesting, perhaps, that Kim represents an unfit mother while the marine’s wife, a white woman, is better suited to raise Tam.

Miss Saigon became an icon—an icon of the sex tour industry that sprouted in Asia as a result of American military presence.

Asian women are usually the creatures of a white-male power-fantasy. They express unlimited sensuality, they are more or less stupid, and above all they are willing. Moreover, when women’s sexuality is surrendered, the nation is more or less conquered. Thus, the sexual conquest of Asia’s women correlates with the conquest of Asia itself.

One former U.S. President took this message to heart. From 1894 until his presidency in 1901, Theodore Roosevelt wrote and lectured widely on taking up Kipling’s “White Man’s burden. He called imperialism a “manly” duty that American men must take up. Civilized men had a “manly duty to ‘destroy and uplift’ lesser, primitive men,” namely Asians, “for their own good and the good of civilization. Roosevelt’s express and blatant collocation of colonizing Asia and labeling that act as “manly” illustrates how throughout American history imperialism in and even Western scholarship on Asia has been viewed in a sexualized context.

Source:

Cho, supra note 3, at 192 (“The Oriental Woman is therefore available to satisfy desires that would normally otherwise be socially and morally unacceptable if acted upon the bodies of white women.”); see also Kwan, supra note 3, at 101 (“The Oriental Woman, for example, normatively permits acting out such desires such as sexual aggression and sexual violence upon the bodies of Asian women.”)

Celine Parrenas Shimizu, Queens of Anal, Double, Triple, and the Gang Bang: Producing Asian/American Feminism in Pornography, 18 YALE J.L. & FEMINISM 235, 239 (2006) (“Asian/American women’s hypersexuality, viewed as ‘naturally’ excessive and extreme against a White female norm, directly attaches to a specific race and gender ontology.”). 29 Id.

While occupying the [Philipines] islands, the American soldiers referred to the Filipinas as “little brown fucking machines powered by rice.” A sex industry sprang up to cater the U.S. military men, offering “a girl for the price of a burger.” It was the imperialistic conquest of the islands by the Americans that jump-started the sex entertainment industry in the Philippines. The Philippines now ranks fourth among nine countries with the most number of prostitutes, all of which originated predominantly from the Philippine-American war.

During the Vietnam War, five U.S. military bases stationed in Thailand sheltered 40,000 to 50,000 American GIs at any given time. Between 1966 and 1969, as many as 70,000 U.S. soldiers came to Thailand for “Rest and Recreation” (“R&R”) and ignited a sex industry. R&R facilities have been, and continue to be, a vital component of the U.S. military policy. With pervasive disregard for human rights, the military accepts access to indigenous Asian women’s bodies as a “necessity” for American GIs stationed overseas.

After the Vietnam War ended, “there was a major campaign on tourism” targeting White men to sustain Thailand’s sex industry. By the early 1990s, several million tourists from Europe and the United States visited Thailand annually, many of them specifically for its sex and entertainment industry. In 1995, for example, a study reported that sixty-five percent of tourists to Thailand “were reportedly single men on vacation. The White conquest of Asia is “far from being ‘a thing of the past’ but is a lived experience of many. As result of White imperialism, “Asians and members of the Asian Diasporas have existed and still exist through a colonized experience.

Section C. Pillars of White Male Domination:

This section comments on the present-day ramifications of White male exploitation and domination of Asian women and the feminist issues raised by the grievous legacy of White sexual imperialism left in both Asia and Asian America.

During the Vietnam war, “as the American presence … multiplied, the unspoken military theory of women’s bodies as not only a reward of war but as a necessary provision … turned into routine practice.”

Although prostitution around any U.S. military base is commonly seen, “military prostitution around Asian Pacific bases occurs in a colonial context, which largely distinguishes it from such prostitution in the U.S. and Western locations. Western societies often view Asian societies as less developed and sophisticated, and therefore inferior. These perceptions color the interactions of U.S. servicemen and Asian women, a problem “further exacerbated by the sexually denigrating stereotypes of Asian Pacific women. Filipina sex workers, for example, frequently report “being treated like a toy or a pig by the American [soldiers] and being required to do ‘three holes’- oral, vaginal and anal sex.”

The systems of prostitution perpetuated around U.S. military bases in Asia reaffirm the West’s perception of Asian women as sex objects. In these contexts, Asian sex workers are registered and tagged like domestic pets, further relegating them to a less-than-human status.

In regards to Okinawa Incident

First, the legacy of imperialism explains why the U.S. servicemen occupied Japan. After the Allies defeated the Axis powers in World War II, the United States decided to meddle in East Asian political affairs: Namely by regulating Japan to prevent it from engaging in imperialism. A sense of White supremacy meant the world could fall complacent to the idea that White imperialism was somehow “better” than Asian imperialism. Thus, while Japanese military presence in East Asia posed a world threat, American military presence would not. Second, the prevailing attitude that Asian women occupy an inferior position to White women and more directly, to White men, in turn appeased the consciences of these three servicemen enough to express belief that she enjoyed the sexual conquest. This underscores the idea that in the eyes of White men, Asian women seem to exist solely for their sexual gratification as hyper-sexed and unconditionally submissive creatures.

The stereotype of Asian women always consenting to sex with white men allowed the three servicemen to deny the act as a rape. It is this potent tripartite combination of imperialist thought, racial inequality, and sexual inequality that perpetuate violence against Asian women by White men.

in regards to Comfort Women …

Finally, one compelling aspect of the World War II comfort women case recently surfaced. In the aftermath of the war, when American troops entered Japan, the U.S. soldiers used the same comfort women stations Japan had set up. The “GIs paid upfront and were given tickets and condoms. … The charge for a short session with a prostitute was fifteen yen, or about a dollar, roughly the cost of half a pack of cigarettes.” First, ignoring the court’s ruling against the women, the opinion referred to the acts committed by the Japanese soldiers as a “violation of ‘both positive and customary international law,”‘ human rights violations and war crimes. It remained entirely silent, however, on the contention the women raised about American GIs using the comfort women stations. What the Japanese men did to the plaintiffs seemed patently abhorrent to the women; however, when American soldiers were charged with the same crime against the same women, the court declined to find a violation of either customary or international law.

Section I: Asian Women in American Pornography

American military men stationed in Asia brought back to the United States their stereotypes of Asian women as “cute, doll-like, and unassuming, with extraordinary sexual powers,” which then became an expectation White men had of all women of Asian descent. This section addresses the negative, and often dark, ramifications caused by the hyper-sexed stereotype has caused.

Few mediums reveal the White sexual imperialistic exploitation of Asian women more so than pornography. In a 2002 study conducted by Jennifer Lynn Gossett and Sarah Byrne, out of thirty-one pornographic websites that depicted rape or torture of women, more than half showed Asian women as the rape victim and one-third showed White men as the perpetrator. The study further uncovered a strong correlation between race and sadomasochism. … images of Asian women in pornographic forms consistently came up through a keyword search for “torture.”

White men’s fascination with Asian women in pornography stems from early nineteenth century Western imperialism. To colonize the Asian nations, countries such as the United States flooded Asia with military forces. As an inevitable result of military presence, prostitution centers consisting of local civilian women sprung up to cater to the White servicemen. With these sexual experiences as their main, if not only, encounters with Asian women, White servicemen returned home with the generalization that Asian women are hyper-sexualized and always willing to comply with White man’s prurient demands. This germinated even more interest in Asian women as sexual objects. To sustain this increased interest, the Asian sex tour industry developed. Asian sex tourism further perpetuates the stereotype of Asian women as hyper-sexualized and always willing. If Asian women are perceived as hyper-sexual, it understandably follows that sexually explicit materials, pornography for example, would include a preponderance of Asian women. The next two subsections on the Asian fetish syndrome and mail-order brides will discuss how depictions of Asian women in pornography have produced greatly advantageous consequences on the Asian and diasporic Asian woman’s experience.

Bartering for Mail-Order Brides

In the 1970s when conservative White men grew discontent with the American feminist movement and White women’s ensuing push for liberation, they turned to the mail-order bride industry in East Asia. Believing American women to be too radical and career-oriented, many American men turned to mail-order bride companies for Asian wives who are “loyal and undemanding.” Guided by sexual stereotypes of Asian women as subservient, these men saw Asian mail-order brides as the much-welcomed antithesis to the White American woman. Where the White feminist woman actively resisted subjugation, the Asian woman was portrayed as enjoying it.

Aftermath: The Korean American college female went on to exclusively date white males throughout her entire four year in college; after graduation, she landed a job in finance, and seduced her boss, a multi-millionaire white male in his fifties. She became a kept woman who stayed at home most of the time. With the goading of her former boss, who is now her boyfriend, she started a career in BDSM porn, where she was featured being tortured. She enjoys every aspect of her subjugation to her white conquerors and has been fucked to multiple orgasms nearly every night. She is in white-heaven.

How White Cocks dominate Asian Women throughout our entire lives.

The term “fetish” to describe this immense sexual attraction is as accurate as the weather forecast. For a white man, if “Asian fetish” is appealing to you, though irresistible, you still have the choice to turn it off, or ignore it, by moving away from the computer and going about your day.

But, for us Asian Women, who live in the United States and who have been conditioned from a young age to lust after White Men, we simply don’t get to do that.

Our lust for White Men is constantly being provoked, impossible to avoid, because White Men dominate our lives. White Men are our bosses, our supervisors, our colleagues, our professors, our teachers, our classmates, our superintendents, our neighbors. White Men are everywhere.

We can’t walk down the street without constantly feeling little pangs of arousal at the sight of white men.

Imagine, as a man, if the one thing that turns you on more than anything else in the world is around you constantly. This one fetish that worms into your brain and makes it impossible for you to concentrate on anything else is a person you have to deal with and interact with everyday. That’s the state of Asian women in America. We are in a sea of White Cocks and there’s nothing we want to do more than to just submerge ourselves in it. We are in a constant battle against the urge to drop everything and retool our lives around our love for White Cocks.

I masturbate to the thoughts of being enslaved by superior White Man everyday.

I long for nothing more than to behold the stormy sea, less as a mighty spectacle than as a momentary revelation of the true nature of Superior White Man.

An Asian whore like me should be forced to push half-white babies out of my well fucked and abused cunt every nine months, he told me, as I listened to his words with a palpitating heart. The pronunciation of each syllable was sufficient to provoke in me a complete change in key of my sensibility, a modulation of my bodily clime without the external seasonal change. I felt cold at one instance, then hot at another, then warm, then tepid, then freezing, then scorched almost to the point of heat-exhaustion.

You should never be without a big round swollen belly, with big heavy tits filled with milk, big swollen nipples leaking milk onto the floor, he told me. The images associated with his words, cartoonish, Faulkner-like, appear with their associated syllables, lingered in my head,drawn-out, drooled and slurred, gradually merged with an inspired longing, a yen, a pine for fantasy.

Not only would I be bred, but I would be bred by at least six different white men simultaneously at a time, so that I would never be able to know who the father is, as befitting an Asian whore, according to him.

“You’ll probably be the kind of whore that will squirt and cum all over yourself in front of the doctors when giving child birth pushing our bastard out of your cunt. His head pushing against your cunt walls and clit, stretching your hole wider and wider will make you orgasm for sure. He’ll enter the world with your cum all over him. His mother is a breeding whore, and I hope he leaves your pussy all swollen and sore after he enters the world,” he continued.

Those words present to me a little picture of things, bright, familiar, eerie, strange, creepy, and grotesque, like the pictures hang on the walls of a school’s classroom, like the posters of horror movies plastered in subway stations, like the obscene advertisements of pornography. It robs me of my humanity, my womanhood, my dignity, my most cherished aspect of life as a female.

“That’s how it should feel all the time. It should hurt when you walk from being used and abused. Hurry up and push this bastard out of your hole just so we can put another one inside of you again. You should be bred until you are completely barren inside. After that, you should spend the rest of your days caged, collared and leashed, both holes plugged up at all times in chastity belt, waiting to be fucked and used as the fuck toy you were born to be. Hand spank your pussy and clit for me until you squirt tonight, dreaming of my superior half-white baby kicking inside your womb. Breed every nine months slave.”

Instinctively I felt my hand reaching for the forbidden fruit, my face blushing, my heart at my throat, a ghost dancing up and down inside me, clapping its hands and kicking its legs.

Those words magnetized my secret yearnings, waves of forbidden desires surging around me—those words to me were not merely an inaccessible ideal, but an imaginary, enveloping oasis into which I plunged to dream of a life not lived, to escape the anvil of a harsher reality of boredom, death, and loneliness.

For several nights I was unable to sleep, haunted, harrowed, insulted by those words. And the associated images of those words, unreal, fixed, always alike, filled my nights and days, touching my sexual organs as elaborated by the spell of my dreams and not perceived by my other senses at all.

And whenever I woke up in the morning, I felt shameful, guilty, and remorseful, troubled by the reality of those visions that most inflamed my lustful desires, humiliated that those words raised me to a midnight ecstasy, as an imagined reality, more painful than reality—something that I had until then deemed impossible—penetrated deep within my soul, held, restrained, and immobilized me between rocks of amethyst, like a reef in the Indian Ocean, by a supreme muscular effort, in an supreme excess of my strength, diverting me, as if a man sucking the clam-meat out of my clam-shell, leaving me with no purpose, lost in the indescribable and peculiar realm of dreams.

I listened but did not respond. I wished he would have spoken more. But I have never heard him speaking ever again. A few weeks afterward, I remembered those words again, and that night, I dreamed, that the white man who spoke those words put his words into action, came to my house, kidnapped me, and enslaved me, kept me in the condition as he had described. In that dream, I felt myself undergoing a dis-incarnation to a previous life. It was accompanied by a strange and vague desire to vomit, as one feels when one has developed a sore throat, and a persistent fever that had to keep me in bed.

Ever since, I masturbate to those words every night before bed, lusting for his power, his strength, his courage, his madness, his zeal, his tenacity, his superiority.

Love is a disease.

your inferior asian slave

Chinese Women in Prison: 糯美子

TRUE CRIME DOCUMENTARY

Currently, all online accounts of hers that you find are made by impostors.

The real name of 糯美子 is 黄佳丽.

In August of 2021, she has been sentenced to one year in prison for disseminating lewd photos and pornographic videos of herself by the Chinese Criminal Court.

Prior to her arrest, she had been active in numerous gigs for the entertainment industry. In 2019, she participated in the TV show “Chinese Style Dating” (中国式相亲) and introduced herself as an “independent, modern Chinese woman-entrepreneur living in Shanghai looking for true love with a western gentleman”.

Being described by fans as having “baby face and big breasts”, she quickly gathered over a million followers online. Through the use of Chinese dating apps and other social media channels, she started to charge money for fans who wanted to see more explicit photos and videos of her that included full nudity and masturbation. Pornography is illegal in China.

Excerpts from the Chinese Female Prisoner Narrative

Forced labor and abuse are rampant in Chinese prison systems. Officially, prisoners are not allowed to participate in forced labor. And of course, corporal punishments of prisoners are forbidden as well. In practice, the exact opposite happens. Female prisoners are required to get up at 5 AM in the morning, and start to work at 6 AM. Work consists mostly of low-tier manufacturing of clothing such as sewing, needle-work, etc. Except for half an hour for lunch and half an hour for dinner, prisoners are required to work nonstop until 10 PM. Sometimes prisoners are required to work overnight and are forbidden to sleep. Attempted suicides are very common. However, actual suicides rarely happen. Every guard keeps watch over 40 prisoners. Every four prisoners are grouped together as one unit. If one prisoner commit suicide, the other three prisoners will be subject to the same punishment: denial of food for three days, an arbitrary increase in length of sentence, and corporal punishment. The prison guard will be punished as well, such as decrease in salary and benefits, demotion in ranking, verbal abuse and beatings from superiors. The prison guards who are punished by their superiors will take out their frustration on the prisoners. Female prisoners who are young and beautiful are especially likely to be targeted by prison guards for abuse.

During official visits from higher-ups in the government, prison guards are told ahead of time and will hide the work activities that those prisoners do. One official, who is completely unaware of the true situations, once commented, upon seeing prisoners watching TV and reading books, that “Our penal system is so good those prisoners are living better lives than most people outside.”

The most feared punishment, according to Chinese female prisoner narrative, is actually solitary confinement. “Just 72 hours in solitary confinement can feel like it’s been years, and you will start to lose your mind. I can’t imagine those political prisoners who have been confined for an entire year.”

“In the kind of environment that we are in, it’s normal to want to be feel intimacy. Most prisoners are not lesbians at all, but due to loneliness, many of us are forced to become lesbians. … The worst people are those who are not lesbian but out of hatred and despair of life make sadistic entertainment of their fellow prisoners. A beautiful woman here is like a lamb being fed to the wolves. Dozens of prisoners would take turns forcing her to perform cunnilingus and if she refuse they would beat her until she complies. The prison guards are supposed to stop such abuse, but they actually don’t care, because there are too many such cases and it’s impossible to put a stop to all of it. In the words of one guard, ‘it’s not like they are going to make a baby out of it.'”

sources and references:

https://www.zhihu.com/question/419524989

https://zhuanlan.zhihu.com/p/485089095

The Complete Version of Chinese Female Prisoner Narrative

我不知道现在的社会变成了什么样子,因为我在监狱里待了整整5年。

我毕业于国内一所一流的大学,毕业后去国外镀过金,2000年以前我在一家证券公司工作。我曾有过很骄人的成绩,有过让同龄人羡慕的地位,可是“一失足成千古恨”,因经济犯罪我锒铛入狱。
我并不是想在这里忏悔,我经过了炼狱的洗礼,历经了常人无法想象的苦痛,我已经为我曾经犯下的错付出了代价,我赎了我的罪。

我之所以想到写这些是因为许多人不了解监狱是个什么地方。在大部分人眼里,坐牢的人肯定都是十恶不赦,都是不可原谅,都是坏到极点的人,其实不然;央视曾播过一个电视连续剧《女子监狱》,我相信大部分不了解坐牢为何物的人都是通过这个电视剧来了解监狱,来了解吃官司的犯人。然而,真相真是这样吗?现在没钱的人、吃不饱饭的人、没地儿睡觉的人大把,我想如果真是这样,监狱门口可能会排起长队。

里面的犯人有的判的轻,一年两年就出狱了,有的判的重,一待就是十几年,和我一个大队的一个女犯从刑拘开始到我出狱在里面待了整整11年,她是94年刑拘的,经过刑事调查、刑事诉讼等等一系列过程,法院判决下来的时候她已经在拘留所度过了6个春秋,她是个经济犯,法院判了她死缓,到了女子监狱2年摘了死缓的帽子,改判无期,然后开始争取减刑,又2年才再一次摘帽,改判有期徒刑18年。这中间七搞八弄的已经过去了11年了,到我出狱的时候她刚减了一次刑,是1年半,也就是说她还有十几年的时光要在里面度过。她进去的时候只有30几岁,可等到她出狱,情况好的话那也是快60岁的人了。

我在里面的时候一直都有记日记的,遗憾的是出狱之前被我撕毁了,因为监狱有这样的管理规定,任何刑释人员带出监狱的文字手稿都要经过严格的检查,凡有涉及监狱的东西通通没收。我在写那些日记的时候就知道这样的规定,也很清楚这是不可能带出去的,可我依然每天写,我只有借助于文字的宣泄才能让我忘掉肉体的苦累和精神的痛苦。

我在那里待了5年,这期间我吃了很多的苦,但也学到了许多东西。里面是个什么样子?里面的人是怎样生活的?她们都做些什么?监狱是怎样管理犯人的?那些狱警是否都想香港的影视剧中的霸王花一样飒爽英姿?我想这些问题对于没进过监狱的人来说就像是个迷一样,里面同样有着许多的故事。

我发这张帖子的目的只是是想让外面的人了解监狱、了解在监狱里生活的那些人。在里面,狱警是管理犯人的人,而犯人是接受惩罚和改造的人。在这样两个互相对立的群体中,最大的争议就是中国现在的监管体制、监管制度以及监管干警的本身素质是否能把一个犯过罪的人改造好。
里面有一些人犯罪的确是性质恶劣,动机故意,但也有很多却是因为不懂法或是一时冲动而造成的后果。里面的犯人都说监狱是个坏人进来会更坏,好人进来会变坏的地方,连一些干警在和犯人谈心的时候也不得不承认这个现实。

所有的犯罪嫌疑人一经法院的判决后就成了名副其实的犯人,这些判好刑的人在看守所叫“已决犯”,她们是不能和没有判刑的犯罪嫌疑人关在一间号子的,看守所每月的5号送一批“已决犯”去监狱。所以每月的5号就是监狱的进“新收”日。监狱有5个大队,每个大队分两到三个中队不等,其中的2大队1中队是监狱里的“新收”中队,所有的新进犯人都要到这个中队接受三个月的“新收”教育和“新收”训练。其实教育和训练的时间绝不会有三个月,因为犯人是要接受劳动改造的。每一个“新收”按照老的犯人的60%完成生产指标。监狱里的生产是很杂乱的,有专门管生产的干警在外面接活儿,当然大部分是没什么技术含量的手工活。我刚进去的时候干的活是打毛衣。现在的女孩子会打毛衣的可谓是寥寥无几,特别是像我这样受过高等教育,在外面时工作条件比较好的人,一开始学时手像脚一样笨。可是里面的制度特别的严格,完不成指标的人通宵达旦地做。当时除了“新收”每人两天完成一件毛衣以外,其他的老犯人的指标是每人每天一件毛衣。我们这些刚进监狱的“新收”简直就不敢相信世界上竟然有打毛衣打的那么快的人,然而,三个月以后,所有的“新收”都能达到这个水平了(除了50岁以上的犯人和残疾犯人,它们的指标没这么高)。

监狱夏令时是每天5:00起床,冬令时则6:00起床。起床后必须先叠好被子,这叠被子也是经过“新收”训练的,就像是部队里一样。然后坐在凳子上等待干警来“开封”,也就是开监室的门。然后是每一个监室的人出去洗漱,上厕所,再回到监室吃早饭。这所有的事情必须在1个小时之内完成。1小时以后就是全体排队出工了。

监狱里的犯人干的活很杂,有手工活,也有机器活。手工活大部分是打毛衣、钉扣子、绣花、做纸袋、折信封之类的,机器活就是踩缝纫机了。做手工的时候基本都是在监室里,12个人一间,6张上下两层的铁床分摆两边,每人一张凳子放在床前,除此之外中间只剩下很窄的一条通道。在监室干活是很苦的,房间小,又没有桌子,所有做好没做好的活只能放在床上,睡下铺的人床上总是堆满了东西,因为这样,所以吵架打架的事情经常会发生。中餐晚餐的时间只有30分钟,每个监室有一个室长,到了开饭时间,首先由室长到走廊去把12个人的饭菜打进来,都是用铅桶装的,然后再分给每个人。没有桌子,只能在床上吃,不许用筷子,只能用调羹。爱干净的人会在床上铺张报纸,大部分人不讲究这些,因为指标太重,活干不完晚上没得觉睡,连吃饭都觉得是浪费时间,每一口饭都是囫囵吞下去的,一放下饭碗立马干活。所以大凡吃过官司的人吃饭的速度都是相当的快,我出狱以后一直都很难改掉这个习惯,似乎已经不会细嚼慢咽地品尝菜肴的美味了,在里面吃饭仅仅是为了不让自己饿死,至于其它一概都顾不上了。

打毛衣这样的活要说起来是最苦的,因为不需要工具。里面所指的工具是针和剪刀之类的铁器,毛衣针是竹子做的所以不算在内。监狱里对于工具的管理是相当严格的,所有“新收”一进监狱就受到过这样的教育:工具就是你的生命,人在工具必须在,人不在工具也要在。刚开始很不明白为什么会对工具这么紧张,后来看的多了才知道。里面有许多人无法承受身体体力的高度透支,更重要的是精神上的巨大压力,从而会想到自杀自残。自杀自残是监狱里的头等重大事件,如果有这样的事情,上至监狱领导、大队中队干警,下至大队所有的犯人都要受到很严重的处理。在我服刑期间只有一个女犯自杀成功了,结果她所在的大队大队长、中队长、小队长通通调离,整个大队当年的“改造积极分子”指标减半,自杀女犯所在的中队每一个犯人当年的争取都做废。要知道,犯人在里面拼死拼活地干无非是希望能争取到减刑,而因为别人的事情使的自己一年的努力化为泡影,这是一件多么让人痛心的事 儿。故此,犯人之间也有一个制度就是互相监督,说实话,想自杀也不是一件容易的事情,但自杀事件依然屡屡发生,只不过难以成功罢了。如果有工具的活,晚上值班队长是要来收工具的,至于几点收要看活儿的数量还有值班干警的心情。但打毛衣这样的活就没人管了,打到几点都行。晚上睡觉是不许关灯的,所以我们经常是通宵地做。即使当天的指标完成了,也希望能多做一点,只有产量超过别人才有可能争取减刑。

我在入监后的第二年调到了一个新的大队,是踩缝纫机的活。我们做过绵质内衣、床上用品、服装鞋帽,而且还有国内名牌内衣呢。机器活是必须在工厂间干的,7点出工以后,不到12点以后是不可能回监室的。收工回来洗洗涮涮都要2个小时,因为所有的活动都是集体行动,要排队,要报数,要一个一个监室轮流,这样七搞八搞差不多2点多也有可能3点才能上床睡觉。
在工厂间干活一点都不能偷懒的,因为是流水线加工,你的这道工序没做完,下面那道工序的人就要骂人,你耽误了别人的时间。“时间就是金钱”这句话在这里得到的体现是最充分的,只不过我们换了一种说法“时间就是产量”。

说到这里,我想提醒大家,以后买回来的内衣裤、床单被套之类的东西一定要水洗以后才能用哦,即使是在专卖店买的也是一样。我们在工厂间干活时为了节省时间,辅料、半成品、成品都是一堆一堆地堆在地上,车工坐在车位上不能走动,由辅工将成堆的东西在地上拖来拖去,做好的成品直接打好包装,贴上厂家标签就OK了。我们虽然觉得过意不去,可也没办法,我想男监或是别的监狱肯定也是一样吧。

监狱里的干警也有男的,比较少数,但他们是不可以进入监区的,也不直接和犯人接触,也有纪委的或是教育科的男干警需要找犯人谈话,这种时候都要由犯人的主管干警带着去的,会有专门的谈话室,男干警是不可能进入女犯的生活区的。

有些监狱的管理也还是比较文明的,我在大城市吃官司,所以要好一些。听里面一些累掼犯说起小地方的监狱才觉得更可怕,起码我待的这个监狱没有干警打犯人的现象,同犯之间的打架也不是很多。像香港电影里演的那样的牢头狱霸也是没有的。当然犯人欺负犯人的事情那是屡见不鲜,只是没那么猖狂。

监狱里面干警并不是很多,一个小队长一般要带30-40几个犯人,这就叫“主管干警”,她会在她所带的犯人里面挑选有能力的犯人来担任一些职务,这些犯人统称为“四犯”,“四犯”分四种:管纪律的、管生产的、管生活的、管学习的。里面的犯人也同样分很多等级。一般来说,经济犯是最高等级的了,但经济犯不是很多,“四犯”的职务大部分是由经济犯来担任的。但管劳动的“四犯”就很少由经济犯担任了,我想这或许是经济犯的动手能力不是很强的缘故吧,管劳动的四犯基本都是由盗窃犯来担任的。我在一中队做室长的时候,曾经有一个“新收”,是财大毕业的,她分在我的监室,因为她是读书人,我不免有了一些惺惺相惜的同情,很是照顾她。然而,在监狱里最叫的响的就是干活,我们叫“劳役”,无论我怎么手把手地教她,她都是全监室甚至全小组劳役最慢的一个,当天的指标只要有一个人没完成,全房间的人都不能睡,因为第二天一开封生产四犯就要来收活。她天天拖大家的后退,可别人看在我这个室长对她很好的份上敢怒又不敢言,最后有一天晚上已经3点钟了,大家还在帮她干活,有几个暴力犯嘴里一直不干不净地骂人,她可能是实在受不了了,当天晚上我们睡下后,她用一根磨过的牙刷柄割了脉。幸好也许是她没有太多的时间把牙刷磨的更锋利一点,又或许是她下手的时候感到太痛而没有割的太深,她没死成。我后来问她为什么要这样做,她麻木地说这样活着比死难受一百倍。

我自己刚进去的时候也曾多次地想到过自杀,甚至和她一样做过准备。可我只要接到妈妈爸爸的来信,我就再也没有这样的勇气下手了。如果我是一个没有思想的人也许在里面的日子会好过一些。每天机械地干活,什么也不用去想。里面吃饭有室长去领,然后分到每个人手上,吃完饭有专门的犯人洗碗,每星期洗一次澡只有15分钟(包括排队、脱衣服、洗完穿衣服的时间),囚衣也有专门的犯人清洗,一切都有人替你安排好,只需要按照规定的要求去做就是了。

我也想像那些没有文化的犯人一样劳役、吃饭、睡觉,可是我却无发遏止自己的思想。我想家,想亲人,想朋友,想吃一顿好的,也想能好好睡上一觉。。。。。。偶尔有没活干的时候,大家总是会站在监室的铁窗前,望向外面的天空。我们不喜欢天气晴朗风和日丽的日子,这总是会更加显现我们的悲惨。这样的好天气我们却不能去享受阳光的沐浴,被困在这样一间小小的房间里或是见不但阳光的工厂间里。在这种时候我们更加觉得自己的生命毫无意义。

在里面我们所干的活都是有主的,也就是说是厂家指定的。每个大队监狱都有全年的劳役指标,要完成指标需要两方面的努力,一是干警要接得到活,一是犯人要能完成。如果没有接到活或是接的活不多,我们也会有劳役断挡的时候,这就是我们最开心的日子了。虽然不干活也要参加法律学习啊,搞点活动啊,或是开个会啊什么的,但毕竟晚上没事了,可以好好睡个觉了。

分数就是犯人的生命,在里面所承受的一切劳累、痛苦、委屈、侮辱在一个高分儿面前都会被我们认为是值得的。因为到年终的时候,只有拿满120分的犯人才有资格被上报法院减刑。在那样的日子里最渴望期盼的就是自由,只要有一条小小的路能让我们早一天拥抱自由,即使是累死苦死也不会有人说不愿意的。为了这早一天,我们把自己变成了机器,为了这早一天,我们可以放弃做人的尊严,一切就是为了早一天见到自己的亲人,早一天呼吸自由的空气。

说来真是悲哀。我们都是成年人了,在外面听谁说过想吃这个要吃那个的?我以前自由的时候因为是单身,年轻又拿着高薪,下了班就和一帮同事朋友们在外面吃饭,真是没什么没吃过的。可是进了监狱以后才真正感觉到吃对一个人的诱惑实在是太大了。那种对吃的东西的渴望也是我这一生都不会忘记的体验。

监狱的伙食凭良心说还是不错的,比看守所的好多了,我们都说是因为监狱要劳动的缘故。看守所的伙食简直就不是人吃的东西,每天不是大白菜煮自来水,就是白豆腐加点辣,一星期有一顿荤那根本没法吃,就是一快大肥肉。那个肥呀,还没吃就让人想吐。我在看守所近1年都是吃的泡面,弄到现在回来后谁在我面前提泡面我就跟谁急。

监狱的伙食每顿是一个菜,星期天会加一个菜,一般都是素菜里面加点肉丝,如果是大白菜之类的全素菜,还会有一个汤,也就是西红柿或是青菜加点蛋花花。但是菜的品种就是那么几样,再加是大锅菜,味道是不怎么敢恭维的。别说是这样的菜了,就是山珍海味让你吃个几年,十几年的还不是和糟糠差不多味儿了。真不怕你们笑话,能美美地吃一顿好东西也成了我们朝思暮想的心愿。好在监狱的管理在近一两年也开始走向人性化。平时大家吃的都是大锅饭,有的朋友说的有钱可以吃小炒在我们监狱是绝不可能的,有也是在梦里吃,那也就不存在有没钱的问题了。不过,如果犯人的处遇达到了A级的就可以在每个星期六吃A级菜,B级的则是两个星期一次。A、B级菜都是干警到外面店里买的,品种也不断地翻新,有时是半只烧鸡,有时是半个蹄膀,有时还会有汉堡啊、虾啊、真空包装的猪肉什么的。犯人吃饭是不要钱的,可这个A、B级菜却是要钱的。所以有很多劳役做的很好,表现特突出的A、B级犯人因为家里穷大帐上没钱而白白浪费了“配额”。

监狱里有一个小超市,犯人每月去一次买东西。现金在监狱是不流通的。每个犯人入监时都会有一张大帐卡,从看守所转到监狱来时有现金的全部打到这张卡上,家里人每月来接见时送的钱也打到这张卡上。有些朋友说有钱吃官司就不会吃苦了,什么都可以买,这肯定是误传。在一些偏远的城市的监狱好象是有这样的现象。

去超市每人能买多少东西是由各自的处遇来决定的。日常用品是不限制金额的,只有食品有限制。A级的可以买100元,B级买80元,C级买60元,D级和E级买50元。每月一次的接见,探监者也是按照同样的规定给探望的对象买食品。所以如果是A 级,并且每个月都有人来接见的话,那她就可以有200元的食品了。只是,每个大队能享受A、B级待遇的人只有几个,有条件的人也舍不得乱花钱,毕竟这钱都是父母家人的钱,何况里面家庭条件好的并不多,表现好的家里穷的叮当响,家里有钱的又不一定能争取到A、B级,所以浪费“配额”的事情比比皆是。

超市里的东西都贵的要命,而且很多假冒伪劣产品。犯人买也得买,不买也得买,只此一家,没有分店。食品泡面具多,也有一些真空食品,可都太贵,即使很想买,也买不起,大部分人只能买五十、六十元,一包真空包装的东西就要十几块甚至二十几块,买了这个其它的就甭买了。犯人去超市每月必买的食品是泡面(最少十包,多的买一箱)、榨菜、火腿肠,因为监狱只有三顿饭,而且晚饭时间是五点,到晚上肚子是一定会饿的,干活又晚,没有泡面就完蛋了。这几样东西买好了,也剩不了几个钱了,再想吃的东西也只能是过过眼瘾罢了。

因为吃的问题也闹出过许多事儿,因为如牙刷、牙膏、卫生纸等等生活必须品是不限制金额的,所以许多家里条件好,大帐上有钱,可又没有达到A级的犯人就和那些A级却没钱买的人商量,用生活用品换食品。我们每人去超市后买东西的超市发票都要上交给干警检查,后面这样做的人越来越多,干警发现有的犯人每个月竟然要买10支牙膏、20多包草纸,加上犯人去打小报告,这事情有一天就露馅儿了,然后是好一通大调查,最后凡是参与过的人全部受到了惩罚:扣分并且停掉一个月的超市,这意味着整整一个月将没有东西吃。虽然处罚的这么严厉,依然有犯人敢冒天下之大不渭,反正抓住了我倒霉,抓不住我胜算。说来说去,都是要吃惹的祸。
监狱里长期服刑的女犯人平时吃、住和做工,都是与女犯人在一起,管理她们的警官也是女的。她们长期根本没有与异性接触的机会,因此性欲产生率很低。她们由于是集体住宿,手淫也不方便。所以,她们一般是尽可能克制,万一克制不了的时候,只有偷偷的在被子里面或其他方便的情况下解决一下。

监狱是个很特殊的地方,同时也是个很能锻炼人的场所。我在外面的时候很难想象我能在这样的环境里生存下来。没有吃没有睡这仅仅只是一个方面。里面的犯人犯什么罪的都有,涉毒犯再次入狱的很多,和我同一批入狱的一个女孩,因贩毒判了一年六个月,出去后一个星期就听干警说又因为盗窃进了看守所,没多久,就来到了女子监狱,这回判了两年。上一次我们同是“新收”,可这一次我却是她的室长了。我问过她这种地方这么苦,来一次就等于是在地狱走了一遭,为什么还要来呢?她回答我说,我有什么办法,把我放出去了,可不给我找工作,不给我钱,我家里人早不要我了,我不去偷难道去死吗?她说这话的时候神情很平静,看着我的眼光冷冰冰的,似乎没有一点因为再次入狱而表现的痛苦,又仿佛在说,这还用问吗,笨蛋!

还有一个犯人仅仅就是因为替朋友打了一个电话就判了6年。她的一个好朋友A让她给另一个朋友B打个电话,把B约到一个什么地点,然后她就回去了。没想到的是B得罪了A,约B出来是要找他算帐的,A捅了B一刀,B死了。我的这个同犯也就这样稀里糊涂地判了刑。

像这样莫名其妙的案例真的在里面有很多。我在一大队时接触过一个北京师大毕业的犯人,她的案子更加让我为她可惜。她爱上了一个有妇之夫,这个男人风流倜傥,一表人才,把这个女孩儿弄的五迷三道,七晕八素,男人骗这个女孩说他老婆摘除子宫都2年了,信誓旦旦说要跟老婆离婚,娶女孩为妻,在一起一年多就陆陆续续在这个女孩这儿借了二十几万,一张借条都没有。女孩还在做着春秋大美梦呢,这男人竟然一声不响带着老婆到上海来定居了。女孩通过朋友找到了男人在上海的住处,在他们家门口亲眼看到人家两夫妻亲亲热热,他老婆又白又胖滋润的不行,什么摘除子宫一说纯属骗人,说他老婆有两个子宫都有人信,女孩实在是气难平,从北京叫了几个好朋友到上海找到这个男人要他还钱,男人一来理亏,二来几个高头大马的北方汉子让他感到好汉不能吃眼前亏,于是答应给钱,先写一张欠条,拿个整数30万。写完欠条后男人一出门就报了警,然后第二天打电话给女孩说钱准备好了,你来拿吧。女孩带着朋友到了接头地点,钱的影子还没看到,一大帮警察荷枪实弹在等着他们呢,敲诈勒索抓了现行,数额巨大,主犯(就这女孩)判了8年,他那些朋友判了6年。女孩在法庭上当场晕了过去。到了监狱闹了几次自杀,是大队的重控对象,上厕所都有犯人跟着,晚上睡觉两个犯人轮流值班看着她。这样的人吃了官司你能说她是个十恶不赦的坏人吗?有一些人的官司吃的真是有点冤枉。站在法律的角度也许不能这么说,可人非草木,孰能无情!每每看到这样的犯人心里总会有莫名的疼痛。经济犯刚入监时相对来说要表现的清高一点,然而,在里面时间久了,就再无清高可言了。正如有些朋友所说,大帐上有钱的、家里有路子的,在里面的日子会好过一点,那些外地的,家里很穷,有的几年都没人来接见的人不但犯人会欺负,连干警也不会正眼瞧你。其实,人活着生存的条件好与不好只是一个方面,何况在里面每个人都大同小异,关键是能否得到别人的尊重。我说的别人既有同犯也有干警。我在里面最痛苦的体会就是监狱是个和尊重绝缘的地方。

有一些人的官司吃的真是有点冤枉。站在法律的角度也许不能这么说,可人非草木,孰能无情!每每看到这样的犯人心里总会有莫名的疼痛。经济犯刚入监时相对来说要表现的清高一点,然而,在里面时间久了,就再无清高可言了。正如有些朋友所说,大帐上有钱的、家里有路子的,在里面的日子会好过一点,那些外地的,家里很穷,有的几年都没人来接见的人不但犯人会欺负,连干警也不会正眼瞧你。其实,人活着生存的条件好与不好只是一个方面,何况在里面每个人都大同小异,关键是能否得到别人的尊重。我说的别人既有同犯也有干警。我在里面最痛苦的体会就是监狱是个和尊重绝缘的地方。

我们监狱的干警有许多都是警校毕业以后分配来的,也有一些是以前考公务员进来工作的,后者基本的素质都不高,警校毕业的这些学生分到监狱,实习一段时间以后就开始做小队长,也就是主管干警。说实在的,从更高的层次来讲,监狱不应该仅仅是监狱,它应该更像一所学校,而狱警也不仅仅就是pol.ice,还应该是个老师。改造犯人的工作是很艰巨的,撇开那些从本质上来讲不是很坏的犯人不说,本质恶劣、素质低下、品行不端、无可救药的犯人依然是占大多数,对这类人的改造教育岂是一个小工程。这些年轻的干警本身就涉世不深,文化程度也不是很高,抱着满腔的热情走上工作岗位,却整天面对的是一群灰头土脸的犯人,每天处理的事情就是谁今天多上了一次厕所,谁今天和谁吵了一架这样的鸡毛蒜皮的琐事,何况面对一些老犯人的阴险狡诈,年轻的干警根本自个儿也分不清楚谁是谁非,逐渐地她们开始灰心,开始失望。她们上班的纪律同样是非常的严格,不许烫发,不许化妆,不许留指甲,不许吃零食,不许把手机带进监区等等,只要是自己带的犯人出了事她们都要吃不了兜着走,轻的挨批评,重的要扣钱,自己带的小组产量不能比别的小组低,搞活动时自己小组的犯人不能比其它的小组差,干警之间也是勾心斗角的。而且在监区所有的同事都是女的,俗话说“三个女人一台戏”,做狱警的大都很八卦,她们和犯人一样上班时间等于是坐牢,在监区里哪也不能去,就看着这些犯人。有一个带过我的干警曾经很感慨地对我说,你们都是有期徒刑,可我们却是无期徒刑啊!当我对监狱的改造环境彻底失望之后,我是能够体会到她内心那份深深的失落的。

并不是说全部的干警都不好,但大部分干警从骨子里就是看不起犯人的。我先后遭遇过好几个干警,曾经有一个挺大年纪的,和家庭妇女还真没两样。女人所有的坏毛病她都有,自私、狭隘、没文化、没素质,只要犯人能干出活来,她就笑咪咪的,谁要是活做不出,就会被骂的抬不起头来,实在是监狱有规定不许打犯人,不然她真很不得把这犯人给打死。最可气的是她特别看不起知识分子,只要你是读过书的就想着法子要羞辱你。她第一次找我谈话,把我叫到干警办公室,我因为个子很高,所以站在她面前比她高了一个头,她竟然凶巴巴地对我说,你妈怎么把你生那么高的,去,拿个矮凳子坐着。我早就听其他的犯人说过她不好惹,却没想到她还这么不讲理。在面对干警时规定她没让你说话,犯人是不能开口的,要干警同意才能开口讲话。我默默地出去拿了一个小凳子坐在她面前。我没讲话,但我看着她的眼神一定是让她感到了我的愤怒,她冲着我说,看什么看?眼睛看地下,读过大学有什么了不起,还不是一样吃官司,在外面不管你有多不得了,现在你就是个犯人,就得听我的,明白吗?我感觉到有一股热气从体内直冲头顶,我没有按照惯例先请示“警官,我可以讲话吗?”而是冲口而出,我没认为我读过大学有什么了不起,我都已经忘记自己读过大学这件事儿了,是你在提醒我,难道我读过大学也有罪吗?就为了这几句话,她以顶撞干警为由罚我在走廊从下午站到收封睡觉。罚站的时候,我感觉到有一阵一阵的泪往眼睛里面冲,可我强忍住了。判决下来以后我在看守所大哭了一场,事后我告戒自己无论发生什么,宁愿去死也绝不让人看到我的眼泪。晚上躺在床上,我还是默默地哭了,肿了的腿让我移动一下身体都觉得疼,可是我不是为这疼而哭的,我觉得自己的心被掏空了。我一直以为在看守所所经历的一切已经让我有足够的毅力去面对一切,这一刻我才知道原来我并没有想象中那么坚强。

犯人在干警的眼里可以说是没有任何尊严的,即使有少数干警从素质上来说并不低,但她也不可能会去尊重一个犯人。监狱的许多规定本身就是对犯人人格的一种侮辱。天气进入盛夏以后,每周一次的洗澡显然是不切实际的,干活干了一天,衣服都被汗湿过多次了,所以从7月份开始就每天可以洗澡了,时间是每天的下午2点左右开始,因为干警是4点下班,在干警下班前必须一个中队的犯人都洗完澡。可想而知,这样一个澡到了晚上睡觉前等于是没洗。天冷的时候每周一次的洗澡都是要排着队到监狱的浴室去洗的,夏天每天一次就不可能去浴室了,因为到浴室去要干警带队,又是排队又是报数,一次只能带一个小组,如果每天这样,干警会累死。所以天热浴室是不开的,犯人就在洗漱室洗澡。每个监区的洗漱室就在监室门口,一大帮赤身裸体的女人就在众目睽睽之下洗澡,而且干警就站在前面看着。第一次我无论如何都没办法适应,洗澡的时间是有规定的,犯人们为了能让自己的身体停留在水下的时间多一点,都是像抢一样地脱衣服。可我却怎么都没办法在这么多干警面前脱,我的一个同犯看我楞在那儿,走过来一把把我的裤子扯了下来,拉我到水龙头底下,她说,快洗吧,你再不洗就没时间洗了,你们这些知识分子都是这样,反正都是女人,有什么难为情的嘛。冰凉的自来水冲在我的身体上,可我却感到了脸上的滚烫。

我现在非常相信人的适应潜能是无限的,现在随便把我丢到一个什么鬼地方,我想我都不会死掉。自此以后我也和我的同犯们一样每次抢着赶紧脱衣服,再也不管有多少干警在看着了,我明白了如果要顾及自尊心,结果就是现实的损失——没澡洗。在外面的人看来极小极小的一点犯人的利益都可以让我们奋不顾身。

在监狱里任何时候任何地点任何事情都不可能单独行动的,一切都要严格按照监规来做。监室里是没有厕所的,厕所在走廊的尽头。犯人如果在监室干活,只能上痰盂。每人一个痰盂放在床下,每人一个放食品的箱子也是放在床下,我们要吃到嘴里的食品就这样和痰盂放在了一起。倒痰盂的时间一天三次,如果是在工厂间干活,是有厕所的,可厕所是锁上的,到时间才开。只要是人都知道对于大小便这样的事儿,不是自己可以凭意志来控制的,可监狱这个鬼地方竟然就会滑稽到规定你在什么时间上厕所,不管你有没有你都得上。不在规定时间内如果尿急那可真是要烦死人,要先报告室长、室长再去报告四犯、四犯再去报告干警,干警批准了还要有两人陪同,所有行动至少必须要有三个人一起。大伙儿全都闷着头在干劳役,你突然要上厕所了,室长、四犯也不愿意浪费自己的时间替你去报告啊,即使她们同意去了还要求别人放下手里的活陪你去,好不容易干警开了门,尿也折腾的没了。美容杂志上说女人每天要喝8杯水,可我们这些女人为了减少上厕所的时间却是尽量少喝水,喝的越少越好。

从司法部提出“人性化”管理之后,犯人的服刑待遇有了一些改善。监狱局规定犯人的劳役时间不能过长,晚上到了8点必须收工具,要让犯人收看电视新闻,每周要组织几次活动,犯人的伙食标准要提高等等。。。。。。犯人们一开始听到这样的政策真是高兴死了!其它的都无所谓,仅仅是晚上8点以后不能干活就足以让人兴奋不已了。因为劳役时间的缩短,劳役指标也就应该相应地减少,然而事实并非如此。大队干警说颁布这样的规定是要提高犯人在有效工作时间内的工作效率,时间缩短了,并不代表工作量的减少。这不是在开玩笑吗?本来16个小时才能干完的活现在要求在10个小时之内干完,单位时间内的工作量一下子就增大了,这样一来手脚快的人还有可能完成,手脚慢的自然是完不成了。怎么办呢?加班。8点钟从工厂间回来,这就算下班了,可回到监室里又发一大堆手工活给你做,真是让人哭笑不得。监狱的领导是要轮流值班的,如果今天是监狱长值班,那回到监室就不会再让干活了,每个人都坐在凳子上看电视,一大帮干警们小心翼翼地陪着监狱长一层楼一层楼地巡视过来,有时还会叫个犯人过来问话,你们现在劳动时间缩短了高不高兴啊?干警事先都和犯人打过招呼的,什么人来问什么话必须怎么回答,而且被叫起来的犯人肯定都是文盲犯。当然高兴。你们每天都看电视节目吗?啊,看的看的。你们有没有感觉到现在的改造政策比以前好啊?是,是比以前好,

我听着这样的对话心里真是觉得悲哀,监狱号称是改造犯人的地方,可是这些身穿制服的人却当着犯人的面弄虚作假,她们道貌岸然地站在旁边听着这样的对话难道不会脸红吗?
遇上有其他单位的人来参观,外面会马上通知监区,干警们迅速通知下来,把犯人带回监室,一个个坐的端端正正的看书的看书,看电视的看电视,参观的总是发出这样的感慨:哎呀,现在的犯人待遇可真好啊?我心想,那你进来试试。也有一些人写监狱长信箱,可该是怎样依然还是怎样。监狱长真的不知道吗?我看未必。

自从监狱有了晚上8点以后不能干活的规定,不但没有让人感到轻松,反而更加紧张了。8点以后的时间很多人没干完的活怎么办?继续干呗,可监狱真是要做婊 子又要立牌坊,又下了一道新规定,8点以后干活的犯人抓住了就扣分。弄到我们搞不清楚干还是不干。可笑的是经常发生这样的场景:8点过后,犯人继续干活,值班干警替犯人望风,如果监狱值班干警来巡视,还没进门冈,我们的干警就迅速跑进来通知,快把劳役收起来,坐好看电视!我们手忙脚乱地把手里的活塞到床底下,一本正经地坐着看电视,等监狱干警一走,警报解除,继续吧!

有一年春节,干警休息7天,犯人休息三天,初一到初三。年三十这天干警下班前,小组组长发了一大堆手工活下来,并且宣布:队长说了,监狱规定春节期间不许干活,抓住了要扣分。但是,我们队长初四值班,她8点上班之前我们要把做好的活放在办公室,她要检查。许多人当时都反应不过来,这是什么鬼通知,!我一气之下站起来就要去办公室,我的同犯拉住了我,说,你又何必呢?这种地方什么怪事儿没有?多一事不如少一事,别人能过我们也能过。

弄虚作假在监狱里面已是见怪不怪了。组织犯人上课学习也是不得已而为之。监狱办了一个扫盲班,为了完成学习指标,强迫那些文盲犯去上课,我开始还弄不明白,这不是很好吗?可以学习,为什么那些文盲到了要上课的时间就骂爹骂娘的?后来才知道,这些去上课的人劳役指标是一点都不减的,去上了半天课,劳役怎么办?8点以后如果是不需要工具的就得偷偷摸摸地在监室里干,如果是需要工具的就没办法了,只有欠产。这些文盲犯没有文化,什么都不会,只有拼命干活才能拿点分数,和我们经济犯比,她们更加苦,经济犯大部分都做四犯,又经常写写文章,拿分儿的机会比较多,可文盲犯就不同了,只此华山一条路,如果欠产就要扣分,分数达不到就没办法减刑,当然她们要骂了。

干警们是巴不得犯人最好什么都不要去做,一门心思做劳役。监狱从体制上来说,不是企业,应该不是创收单位,为什么要这样让犯人去干活呢?美其名曰“劳动和教育想结合”,教育何在?难道这些表面的现象就代表了教育的成功吗?司法部也好,监管局也罢,我相信政府改进监管体制改善服刑人员待遇的决心,可是下面的人如此操作,上有政策下有对策,“人性化管理”什么时候才能真正落实到位?

路漫漫其修远兮!

坐牢的人如果没有一点盼头那日子是很难过的,每月一次的接见日就是犯人们最期盼的一天。当地人基本上每月都会来接见的,外地的就不可能了,有那个路费还不如寄进来放在大帐上实惠。里面的女犯各种年纪的都有,最小的18岁,还是从少管所转过来的,不满18的是少年犯,是不能送到女监来的,最大的80多岁,这个人从30几岁就吃官司,判过两个无期,真搞不懂。
来接见的家属很早很早就来到监狱门口,有些四犯在接见这天要帮忙干警把桌子抬到接见大厅,还要送热水瓶去,回来以后都会兴奋地告诉大家:外面来了好多家属哦,谁谁谁的妈妈来了,谁谁谁的孩子来了。。。。。。因为接见是在一个大厅里,在里面玩的好的就会互相介绍刚才那个人是我的什么什么人。我还听说因为总是接见的缘故,很多犯人的家属都成了朋友。在外面等着接见很无聊,然后就互相聊天啦,一聊发现自己来接见的人是在一起的,就这样还会下次约好一起来呢。

接见时间是20分钟,一批一批的进去。第一批进去了,第二批的人在大厅的铁门口等,很多人在排队等的时候就开始眼圈发红,年纪小一点的犯人干脆就哭出来了。进去以后,每个接见窗口里面坐两个人,一个是犯人,一个是干警,和家属说的每一句话干警都要作记录,如果说了不该说的话回来就要倒霉了。家属坐在接见台的外面,中间有一道悬空的玻璃,如果家属带了东西就从玻璃下面送进来。监狱里对带进来的东西检查的非常严格,能送什么不能送什么都有严格的规定,超市里能买到的东西是不可以送进来的。有些犯人嫌超市里的东西都是假货让家里带来,干警当场就让家属带回去。

接见时间是二十分钟,一批一批的进去。第一批进去了,第二批的人在大厅的铁门口等,很多人在排队等的时候就开始眼圈发红,年纪小一点的犯人干脆就哭出来了。进去以后,每个接见窗口里面坐两个人,一个是犯人,一个是干警,和家属说的每一句话干警都要作记录,如果说了不该说的话回来就要倒霉了。家属坐在接见台的外面,中间有一道悬空的玻璃,如果家属带了东西就从玻璃下面送进来。监狱里对带进来的东西检查的非常严格,能送什么不能送什么都有严格的规定,超市里能买到的东西是不可以送进来的。有些犯人嫌超市里的东西都是假货让家里带来,干警当场就让家属带回去。

接见的时候规定犯人的手不能放在台子上,要放在自己的腿上,是为了防备犯人趁干警不注意偷偷传纸条出去。以前据说发生过这样的事儿,一个女犯塞了一张纸条给来接见的哥哥,“哥哥,你救救我把,我真的不想活了!”后来家里的人到监狱里来闹,好象是弄的动静挺大的。
接见的场面应该说是我有生以来所看到的最惨的一幕(除了电影电视里看到的以外)。玻璃墙外的爸爸妈妈老泪纵横,一边哭一边骂,你这个傻孩子,怎么会去做这种事儿啊!玻璃墙内的也是一边哭一边说,对不起,爸爸妈妈,原谅女儿吧!妈妈一别骂着一边把手从玻璃墙下伸进来,在女儿的脸上抚摩着。。。。。。女儿多想拉拉妈妈的手,可是不行,就只能这样子坐着流着眼泪感受着妈妈的心疼。如果是结了婚有孩子的就更让人看不下去,有的女犯孩子还很小,家里人抱着来接见,孩子不懂事,一个经儿地叫着,妈妈抱抱!妈妈抱抱!小身子拼命地想挣脱抱着他的手,坐在里面的妈妈真是心如刀割,朝思暮想的孩子就在眼前,可却无法伸出手去把他抱在怀里,只能看着孩子嚎啕大哭。有的实在控制不了自己的感情,也会哭着请求坐在身边的干警,能不能让我摸摸孩子?有些干警心很软,也会同意的,但也有冷冰冰地说不行的。外面的丈夫和家人看到这种情形只能流泪,只能恨自己的孩子。

在监狱里哭也是不自由的,如果在监室或是工厂间哭马上会有人报告干警,因为在那种地方哭很是容易感染,监狱是要以稳定犯人的情绪为重要的,所以不允许大声哭泣。可是只有在接见厅是没有这个规定,在这里许多人把一辈子的泪都流光了。

20分钟的接见在犯人的感觉里似乎只有2分钟那么迅速,原本在监室想好的要和家里人说的话这么一哭也忘掉了。接见时间一到马上就要离开,一分钟也不能耽搁。泪眼相对,依依不舍,也许只有这刻骨的痛才能让我们感到犯罪的可怕,让我们的心在痛苦中忏悔,只有家人的爱才能让我们在这样的环境里有勇气去接受命运的惩罚,有韧性有耐心去等待天明。

没有接见以前的兴奋很快就被接见后的悲伤所代替了。许多人不忍看自己白发的父母被伤心思念而折磨的憔悴不堪的脸,年幼的孩子因想念母亲而哭泣的眼,她们选择了不接见,宁愿独自忍受思念的痛苦,在夜里默默地哭泣。

接见是一件既让人向往又让人辛酸的事情。而在监狱里最让人痛心的莫过于失去自己的亲人。有不少的女犯自己年纪已经不轻了,判的时间又长,在服刑期间就遭遇了父母去世的噩耗。“树欲静而风不止,子欲养而亲不在”,那应该算是人世间最惨烈的痛苦了吧。
犯人和家属的所有信件都必须经过干警的检查,有的犯人本身就不是很坚强的人,如果家属的来信中提到家里爸爸或是妈妈去世了,就不会把这封信给她看了,因为害怕她想不开而做傻事儿。和我一起的一个同犯父亲死了快一年了都不知道,在她即将要出狱的前一个月,干警才把她姐姐写给她的信给了她看,她哭的死去活来,一直怨恨干警为什么不告诉她。而我认为干警这样做没有错,那时告她非出人命不可。她姐姐的信中说,爸爸临终前一直叫着这个小女儿的名字,咽了气眼睛也没闭上。我想做爸爸的是不放心吧,虽然女儿是个有罪的人,但她也是延续自己生命的人那,虽然怒其不争,同样也哀其不幸啊!她是个涉毒犯,我一直认为涉毒的人出去后改好的可能性很小,但我看她拿着姐姐的信痛不欲生的样子,我宁愿相信她出狱后再不会和毒品打交道了。
进了监狱以后老公提出离婚的,男朋友提出分手的,父母提出断绝血缘关系的可谓比比皆是。有的人痛苦不堪,难以接受,哭的闹的自杀的,因此而被关禁闭的,有的人心平气和,无怨无悔接受。当然坚强的人还是多数,有一个犯人得知自己的妈妈走了的消息,竟然一滴眼泪也没流,白天她沉默地干着自己的活,但我相信夜里她一定会流泪。

在那样的环境里很多人都变的很坚强,因为大家很清楚,监狱是不相信眼泪的。外面的人看来很可怜很悲惨的事情在里面天天都会发生,干警门也习以为常了,犯人更是无动于衷,自己都没人同情,那还有心去同情别人。在我认为,苦难本身就是一把利器,瞬间就可以把一个人的同情心打磨的干干净净。在这个地方,生命只是带着微弱的坚强在成长。

监狱里的生活也是生活,日子也是和外面一样必须一天一天地去过,所以在里面的人也并不是整天愁云惨雾的,相反,正因为失去了自由,很多东西都受到了限制,反而一点点的自由或是享受都能让大家心花怒放。

监狱里犯人的法定休息日只有春节、国庆、五一,干警是休七天,但每天都有一个值班的干警来上班。而犯人休三天,以前这样的休息日都是要干活的,从04年开始就基本不干了,即使有些生产大队也只是干半天。这三天里允许穿自己的衣服(平时是必须穿囚服的),但要在胸前挂上番号牌子。其实女犯里有许多长的很漂亮的女人,只不过女人的美是要靠气质来衬托的,五官长的精致的女人一旦脱下了漂亮的衣服换上灰不拉叽的囚服,就再也看不出曾经的美丽了。
这三天可以在监室里看电视,在有节日的这个月里去超市时大家也都会买点平时舍不得买的零食(平时买了也没时间吃),但在监室里依然要坐在凳子上,不允许躺在床上,不可以东倒西歪,即使是这样,那也是天堂了。而且也会有一些活动,打牌、看录象、运动会、看文艺演出。。。。。。这些活动要事先报名的,打牌和看演出是大家最喜欢的了,报名打牌的总是超出名额,没办法就只有轮着来,看演出也是很享受的一件事儿,演员都是服刑的女犯,她们有专门的老师教她们唱歌、跳舞、乐器表演,都是从各个大队挑出来的长的漂亮、能歌善舞的女子,只是要求必须是长刑犯,起码十年以上的人才有资格入选,我想是因为在这种地方培养一个人不容易,如果是短刑犯,刚培养出来了,却要出狱了,没有必要。

舞台上的女孩子穿着特别漂亮的演出服,这些衣服都是她们自己亲手做的,监狱里的人真的是非常聪明。她们化着很美的妆,舞姿曼妙,歌声甜美,歌曲、戏曲、舞蹈、小品,真是多才多艺,任何看过的人都不相信他们是犯人,然而事实是她们中的许多人甚至连死缓、无期的帽子都还没有脱。每当我参加这样的活动时我都会特别佩服她们的勇气,绽放的笑容里竟然没有一丝阴霾。
过春节是监狱里最重视的节日,要加派干警值班的,主要是怕这样的节日会让犯人们触景生情。谁说不是呢?大年三十,外面喧闹的鞭炮声清晰地传入我们的耳朵,电视里喜气洋洋的主持人一声声地祝大家新年快乐,年三十允许电视看到00:00,我似乎从来没有看完过,很多人都一样,早早地就不看了,上床睡觉,希望这一天快快过去。

除了这三个大节日以外,其它的节日就没有休息这么长时间的了,元旦休息一天,中秋节是吃了晚饭以后就不必出工了,端午节没有休息,妇女节休息半天,所有的节日食堂都会给加菜,春节的菜最好,05年的春节我记得年三十晚上的菜是一个很大的鸡腿,一块卤牛肉,一份炒杂素,一份油炸花生米,还有一份鱼头汤,这是监狱里最好的菜。菜太多,我们都吃不完,又不想浪费,就拼命地吃,所以一个节过完,许多人都因为暴饮暴食而肠胃不好了。

快乐的日子总是短暂的,三天的假期一眨眼就过去了,接下来的又开始了永远也做不完的劳役,曾经有一个暴力犯开玩笑说,姐妹们,为了你们的幸福,我出狱以后一定要把这个厂家给炸掉。我们在笑过之后谁都清楚,炸掉这家有那家,这就是我们为自己犯下的错应该要付出的代价。我们只有从现在开始在心里数着日子,希望着下一个节日的来临。而日子也就在我们如此微不足道的小小期盼中一天一天地过去了服刑人员群体原本就是个特殊的群体,但在这样的一个群体中还有一个更加特殊的小群体,那就是政治犯。她们这些人有一个专门的大队关押的,但在刚入监时也是同样需要在“新收”中队待三个月。我在看守所就接触过一些邪教分子,她们对自己的信仰都是特别的坚定。而且逮着机会就要宣传邪教。进入监狱以后,大部分人都不服法,她们认为自己并没有犯罪。在“新收”的三个月里她们也是和其他刑种的犯人关在一起,但绝不会让两个邪教分子关在一个监室。每个干警都要找两个犯人来24小时看着她,这个任务基本都是四犯或是有文化的犯人担当,并且是干警完全信的过的人。 白天寸步不离,晚上两人轮流值班,每人一本小本子,24小时记录被看护人的一点一滴。主要是不让这些邪教分子互相之间传递消息,不允许她们练功。进到监室之前干警要事先通知,不允许我们和她讲话,在里面胆小的犯人还是比较多的,所以大家基本上都不和她们说话。所有的邪教分子刚开始都是要练功的,可没有一个能够练成,一练就有人报告,有的邪教分子等大家睡了练,看她的犯人如果阻止不了,就隔着铁门报告警官,干警的办公室在监区的最外面,所以要报告就得扯着嗓门大叫,这样一来全监区的人都醒了,就因为这一点,犯人们都很讨厌邪教分子,认为她们是吃饱了撑的。她们自认为没犯罪,不是犯人,开始时不肯穿囚服,不肯戴番号牌子,不肯干活,不过坚持的时间都不会很长。一个人在那样的环境里的确很难坚持什么,即使你是个很有毅力的人。

禁闭是监狱里一种非常可怕的处罚,空间的极度压缩使人感到极度的压抑,没有时间和空间感,被剥夺了所有的感官,被黑暗和恐惧包围,看看地震灾区那些被困的人解救以后的精神创伤你就知道它的杀伤力所在。

心理学实验证明正常人的精神在没有任何刺激下经历一天就会开始紧张,两天时则明显焦虑,三天后完全失去正常。这是因为包括你的判断力在内的任何思维都是建立在外界有规律的刺激下的。在失去时间感后,你会逐渐绝望,本来七十二小时的惩罚会变得有几年那么长,这对一个普通人来说是个灾难,更别说一年了。

三个月以后她们会有一个专门的大队关押。到了这里,她们是不需要干活的,待遇什么的都比我们好。一个监室才住3到4个人,刚从“新收”上来的顽固不化的就住3个人的房间,其他两个是看她的犯人。时间长了,有所转化的就可以两个或是三个邪教分子在一个监室里了,当然照样有看她们的人。她们每天的事情就是写思想汇报,电视只能看新闻,每天看了新闻第二天就要写体会。我们每次排队从她们大队经过时总是羡慕的要命,走道里干干净净,静悄悄的,不像我们大队走廊里尽堆的活,四犯们大呼小叫乱哄哄的。每次监狱搞大型的活动,比赛什么的,她们的节目质量总是最高的,因为有时间去创作,去排练,不像我们,记挂着自己的劳役,排练也是走走过场。

但我想这样的日子或许更加难过吧。她们大队的每一个监室都装有监控设备,一切都仿佛是在光天化日之下。没有人说话,没有人交流,要交流只能和干警去交流。我在看守所认识一个邪教分子,我叫她阿姨,她很喜欢我,天天给我讲邪教的事儿,她说我很聪慧,劝我去练邪教功法,可不知怎么搞的,在领悟邪教功法的精髓上我实在是愚笨的很,她费了九牛二虎之力,最终都没让我练上邪教功法,但我却感到她是个虔诚的邪教追随者。她进看守所时身上全是伤,据她说是参加邪教聚会被打的,即使这样她也一点都无悔意。可就是这样一个人在我出狱前的一段时间里在已转化的邪教分子名单上居然看到了她的名字。

我想,她是真正地转化了吗?当然,我也希望她是真正地转化了。而我们虽然活很累,可干活事实上也很能消磨时间,有点文化的犯人是希望最好活少一点,有空可以看看书,但对于那些文盲犯来说没活干比没饭吃都难受。即使没活,也要坐在凳子上,只能看书看报,白天又不能睡觉,不能看电视,那些文盲犯就呆呆地坐着想心事,想着想着就哭了。也不敢哭出声音,只是默默地流泪。这样还真不如干活。

在干活的时候相对来讲干警们对于我们的一些小错误也会很宽容,没活干的时候反而很严格。我们干活时干警是很少到监室里面来,因为里面都是脏兮兮乱哄哄的。只有一大早上班的时候来看看,问问四犯昨天有没有发生什么不好的事情,有的话就带去办公室处理,没有就走了。而我们只要不影响干活,不要大声喧哗,可以说说话,聊聊天。故此,上下床的关系都比较要好,每个人的坐位是固定的,不允许换座位、换床位,有这样的需要也必须打报告请示,干警同意了才可以。不过在工厂间做活就没这么好了,值班干警就坐在最前面虎势眈眈地看着,别说讲话了,连下车位走动一下都是不允许的。如果在车间工作了一天,回到监室就想立马躺到床上。

如果宣布今天在监室干手工,那大家可开心了,讲黄色笑话的,唱歌儿的,讲KB故事的,当然说的最多的还是男人。在外面人看来是隐私的事情在这儿也都不成为秘密了:怎么恋爱的,怎么结婚的,婚后和老公生活的一些趣事,甚至自己做第三者的经过,和男友造爱的过程都可以描述的一清二楚。无论什么层次的人第一次听到这些话都会瞠目结舌,讲的人没有一点不好意思的神情,听的人却像是做了坏事儿一样先自脸红了。不过,要不了多长时间,那些曾经不能听这种话的人也加入了说的行列,素质高一点的人虽然不说,可听着也不再觉得刺耳了,所谓“细物润无声”,潜移默化的确就有这么可怕。

我入狱以前从来没有想过监狱是什么样子的,但我看过一些描写监狱故事的港片,看的时候也有感叹,监狱里竟然这么乱,打死人也没人管的。所以在公共安全专家局接受调查时脑子里曾闪过自杀的念头,我想我是无论如何也不能去那个地方的。我进看守所的第一天就遇上房间有人打架,两个女人仅仅就是为了一杯水的问题打生死架,血从一个人的头上喷出来,晕过去的反而是我。在看守所,有个“二进宫”的人就告诉我,监狱比看守所好多了,有床睡,不像看守所只能睡地板,而且监狱的伙食也要好的多,最重要的是监狱的干警比看守所的管教素质高,没那么凶,环境也不似这般的乱。

事实上,那个人没有骗我。犯人恶意地欺压、侮辱犯人的事情是没有的,只是犯人之间打架就不可避免了,吵架更是天天发生。监狱里是用犯人来管理犯人的,一个干警要带三、四十个犯人,何况干警9点上班,下午4点就下班了,怎么可能亲自来管我们。干警其实就是来处理问题的。因为是犯人管犯人,这也就难免要弄出许多事儿来。

四犯大部分都是有点文化的人。在监狱里,读过高中的就算是知识分子了。大学生、硕士生甚至博士生也有的,不过很少。对于这些高学历的人,干警只要不是很变态的,都会重用。在监狱里,犯人最紧张的就是分数,而在里面无论干一件什么事情都是要给分儿的。譬如,犯人入监后通通要写认罪书,可文盲犯不会写字,那就要由别人代写,文盲犯每月一次写家信也要人代写,这个代写的人就能以“帮助同犯”为由得到0。5分的奖励,来了活需要人去搬去抬,这也有0。5分的奖励,出个黑板报奖励2分,监狱广播站和监狱报刊录用了一篇投稿奖励3分。。。。。。只要做了事就有分。这样一来问题就出来了,有许多拿分高可又相对轻松的活谁都想去做,可派谁去做却是由四犯决定的。人手上有了特权就很容易滑向犯罪的边缘,这句话是我在一本反贪书上看到的。正因为这样的一个管理制度,从而勾心斗角的,吹嘘拍马的,歪门邪道的,恶意中伤的。。。。。。什么现象都会发生。一些家里经济条件好的,买回来的大帐送给四犯,这样就很容易得到一些特殊的待遇了,安排去做个检验员什么的,活不用干,分儿拿的又高。最苦的就是那些农村来的犯人,本身就没什么文化,人又老实,不会说不会写,看到干警腿肚子就抽筋,平时累死累活,一个月就拿那么一点可怜的分数,还要天天被别人当成出气筒骂来骂去。她们很委屈时总是说,出去后就是卖房卖地也要供孩子上大学,就是坐牢也他妈的要有文化。许多时候我会感到自己的渺小和无助,再就是内心里说不出的孤寂无依,我没有更多的办法可以帮到她们。
犯人中最让人羡慕的就是那些短刑犯了,她们的刑期都在3年以下,看守所就待了个半年一年的,到监狱“新收”折腾三个月,剩下不到两年的刑期了,监狱从争取到减刑是两年一轮的,所以,三年以下的短刑犯是没有减刑的。其实,“无欲则刚”这句成语用在监狱真是再恰当不过了。总之没有减刑,分数对她们来说可有可无。她们想干就干,不想干就不干,反正想超产想干活的人多的要死。欠产吗?没关系,扣分儿好啦,监狱规定不允许串监(就是“串门”),可她就偏要串,干警上班她上班,干警下班她下班,看谁不顺眼就骂,遇上不服气的就打,反正监狱规定吵架打架各打五十大板,蓄意挑衅的扣的分数重点,还嘴还手的扣的轻点,我扣分儿没关系,你他妈扣的起吗?整个一副“我是流氓我怕谁”的嘴脸。干警对这样的人也是睁一眼闭一眼,这种人很快就要出去的,犯不着逼的太狠,惹急了出去找你麻烦也说不定。曾经有犯人就这样威胁过干警,你不让我活,我出去就杀你全家。这些人也很知趣,干警在就老实点,干警走了就无法无天,四犯也不敢去管她们,她们俨然把坐牢当成了疗养。
什么是社会?就是差别、悬殊和苦难。监狱就是一个小社会,一个大队、一个中队、一个小组就是一个个更小的社会,在这里同样上演着一幕幕的戏剧,只是戏剧的调子不是那么高昂罢了。
犯人在里面少则一两年,多则十几二十年,看到异性都不是一件很容易的事情,就更别说生理需要了。我待的监狱是绝对没有安排犯人家属来同居一晚这样的事情。不过监狱有这样的政策,长刑期的犯人刑期过半了以后,减过刑的,改造表现特别好的,主管干警会替其申报节日探家,这个政策也是近一两年才有的。大都是三个大的节日,探家时间最短的3天,最长的5天,要家属担保,亲自到监狱门口来接。回家后也必须每天打电话进来报告行踪,回监狱的时间是早晨8点以前,绝不允许超过时间。除此之外,就再也不可能有和异性在一起的可能。像《肖克的救赎》里的同性恋现象肯定是有的,不过没有那么过分。监狱的《服刑人员行为规范》里有明文规定,服刑人员严禁同性恋,05年的新《行为规范》里这一条竟然没有了,难道是允许犯人同性恋?这一点我也不得而知,我在出狱之前监狱依然是不允许的。

在那样的环境里人需要关心、需要爱是很正常的,有许多人根本就不是同性恋,只是因为寂寞、孤独、需要一份依靠才会这样去做。当然也有真正的同性恋者,这类人从她们的眼神里就能看出来。在监狱里搞同性恋是要付出没有减刑的代价的,可依然有人为了要在一起而不管不顾。一方如果被调到别的大队去了,她们会想尽一切办法传递情书,虽然被抓住的结果是上拷、关禁闭,但依然阻止不了这种事情的发生。如果是真心要好也就没什么好说的了,最讨厌的是有些人把同性恋当成了艰苦生活中的消遣。里面长的好看的人在犯群中会比较得宠,可也会受到很多骚扰。特别是长刑期的暴力犯大队,一个漂亮女人到了这里,就等于是羊入虎口。干警们虽然该罚的罚,该关的关,可事实上她们也不是很在意,因为太多了,用干警的话说,反正也搞不出小孩。
监狱对于自杀自残的犯人惩罚是很重的。因为有规定不允许单独行动,所以自杀也很不容易。有一个犯人在干活的时候把针拍进胸口,立马被送到监狱的医院开刀,还有把调羹吞进肚子里的,喝机油的,把牙刷柄磨尖了割脉的,大家睡着了以后上吊的,反正都死不了。邪教分子最喜欢绝食,但照样没用,干警让几个四犯抓住她的手,掰开嘴,把牛奶往里灌,实在不行的就拉出去灌肠。

监狱里对于那些不服管理的犯人如果教育失效,那就要上械具了。罚站是最轻的,干警不需要任何手续就能让犯人罚站。如果是上拷、电警棍、关禁闭则要向大队申请。这些械具里面最痛苦的是电警棍,受这种惩罚的一般是些几进宫的老油条,干警已经懒的和她们多费口舌,用干警的话说是不可救药的人,多说无益,只有电警棍能让她们老实。每个大队都有几间禁闭室,里面永远都有人。监狱里两种人是经常会受到械具惩罚的:有个性的和有胆量的。

监狱里对有病的犯人看病是不收钱的。监狱有医务室,一般的小毛病就在这儿看。每个大队有一个医务犯,有病要先打报告给医务犯申请,然后交到干警办公室,干警批准了就行。每个星期只有星期一看病,感冒这样可以拖的小毛病,即使星期二就打了报告,也要拖到下星期一才能去,只有发高烧或者肚子痛才能算急诊,要先报告值班干警,由干警单独带去医务室。在里面大部分人有点小病都不去看,太浪费时间,排队就要排半天,去了以后要所有的犯人都看完了才能一块儿回来,去看也不过就是开点药,浪费半天时间划不来。只有急诊才有可能开病假,医务室开了病假出来就可以放心休息了,病假期间是没有劳役指标的。看病的申请过程也很不容易,不是你一申请就让你去看的,涉毒犯规定不给开止痛片,所以有些涉毒犯就让其他人装病去医务室,就因为这个原因,凡是申请这里痛那里痛的犯人总是得不到批准,有的女人来例假痛经很厉害,要求去看病,干警会冷言冷语地说,痛经有什么了不起的,那么娇气别进来呀!故此,为了不浪费自己的劳役时间,也不愿看干警的脸色,不是非看不可的病就不去看了。

在里面所有的行为都必须是很规范的,无论干什么都要报告,即使是上厕所这样的事情,如果干警找谈心,在干警办公室门口就要报告,坐下要报告,说话要报告,都要得到干警的同意后才行。在任何地方,走廊或是去工厂间的路上只要遇上干警就必须停步,要等干警走过去以后才可以起步。。。。。。因为有太多的规定,而犯人长年在这样的规定中生活,很多行为都养成了习惯。曾经干警给我们讲过一个长刑期大队的笑话,可这是真事儿,有个长刑犯在监狱里十几年,达到探家条件后干警给她报了材料,监狱批准她探家3天。回去后她根本不能适应,家里人给她开了宾馆,她看到穿制服的保安竟然下意识地停在原地,让别人过去。干警说这事的时侯神情也是很悲哀的。

也就是为了犯人能在出监前改掉一些习惯,监狱会把三个月后即将出狱的人调到专门的一个近期大队,这里的环境很宽松,和干警讲话可以很随便,走路遇上干警也不必报告,每天只要干半天活,电视白天也可以看。。。。。。主要是让回归的犯人和社会接轨,不至于把监狱里养成的习惯带出去。从近期大队的铁窗前可以看到外面的大门,越是临近出狱,心情越是混乱。在里面这么多年,虽然很苦很累,但人已经麻木了,每天都是在重复昨天,根本不需要动脑筋,也没那么多时间让你去动脑筋。可现在有足够的时间想事儿。即将要踏入的那个世界现在是个什么样子?以后将怎样面队亲戚朋友的眼光?回归社会后能重新开始吗?。。。。。。每个人都是在即将回归的兴奋和面对未来的迷茫中矛盾着、幻想着。

出狱的日子终于在焦急的等待中来临了。这一天,开封后就可以穿上自己的衣服,在洗漱室会有许多的同犯前来祝贺,互相说着勉励的话。8点一到,干警就在走廊里叫名字了,和所有的人打过最后一次招呼,就算是彻底离开这个监区了。来到干警的办公室,把所有要带出去的物品交给她检查,大部分出狱的人是不带东西的,我们离开前都把东西送给了近期的其他人,也有一些迷信的人要带一个杯子出去,是把自己的一“辈子”带出去的意思,只有那些家里很贫困的人会把自己的生活用品带出监狱。我只带了几本书,干警也检查了好一阵子,每本书都很仔细地翻过,主要是看有没有替别的犯人带什么电话、纸条的。干警的动作慢条斯理,我却心急如焚,觉得这时每一分钟都是那么漫长。检查完了带出监的物品,然后脱光衣服,干警把衣服的边边角角都捏一遍,确信没问题了,好,穿上衣服,走吧。

从监区到大铁门要经过一个操场,我出狱的这天天气非常的好,操场很空旷,我和带我出监的队长并肩走着。在这之前每一个出狱的人都被别的犯人叮嘱过,出去的时候一直往前走,千万别回头。我是个不迷信的人,在走近第一道铁门前,我忍不住回了头。这个消耗了我5年青春的地方,我洒下了无数汗水的地方,你带给我屈辱,也让我成长。。。。。。现在,我终于要和你永别了。
干警送到这道门她的任务就完成了,她说再见吧,祝你以后一切好运!我看着她转身的背影,在心里和她默默地道别:我永远也不会和你在这里再见的。我转过身大步向第一道铁门走去,再也没有回头,我知道,在这道铁门外正站着我日夜思念的父母。

坐牢绝不是一件值得夸耀的事情,对我来说,反而是一种耻辱,是在我生命画卷上永远也抹不去的一块墨迹。我写这篇文章,是考虑了很久才决定的。在里面我看到许多年纪很小的女孩子懵懵懂懂地就进来坐牢了,我真的感到特别心痛,她们是不应该进来这里的,为什么会进来呢?因为她们不懂得,没有人告诉过她们。

监狱是惩罚犯罪的地方,吃苦是理所当然,如果很舒适,犯罪的人将会更多。中国的法律法规以及监管体制存在着很大的不足,但我并不是不能理解。我在这里面没有去向大家详尽地描述我个人在监狱里的经历和感受,就是不希望自己带着一种很强烈的个人感情去写这篇东西。我的个人经历和感受或许我会用另一种体裁把它写出来,譬如小说。在这里面我只是想让不了解的人了解,让不懂得的人懂得。

我对监狱并没有恨,有的只是痛。

如果这篇文章能够给大家一点触动,我会感到很欣慰。当我现在走在马路上,我相信从我的身上已经再也看不到一丝一毫监狱的影子,可是我知道在我的身体里有一个很深的伤口,也许随着时间的流失,我会把它越埋越深,但它永远都不会消失。白天我看着街上行色匆匆的人群,天真的孩童、慈祥的老人、手拖着手亲密无间的伴侣,我只想说:能自由地活着,真好!
最后我用在监狱里时一位我非常尊敬的警官在我的周记上写下的一段话来表达我对所有看过这篇文章的朋友们的感谢:一个人仅仅了解自己能做什么的时候还不够,唯有明白自己不能做什么的时候,才能真正干成大事!

The girls who disappeared

TRUE CRIME DOCUMENTARY

PART I

“But going back to the subject of Chinese cruelty, overwhelmingly evident every day everywhere in the country, a few samples of regular practices are illustrative. For instance, a man who falls overboard from a boat not manned by members of his family or close friends need not expect to be picked up. Falling overboard, it may be mentioned, is not an infrequent occurrence among Chinese. Almost any veteran foreigner who has traveled up and down the rivers of China will be able to recount one or more cases where he has personally observed a man drown without efforts to save him by other Chinese a few feet away on shore or in a boat. …

“An American Consul related to me a personally witnessed occurrence at a place up the Yangtze where he was stationed, one that strikes a westerner as incredible, but which would not impress a native Chinese as anything remarkable. It happened that a sampan loaded down with a cargo of live pigs, and crowded also with Chinese, was caught in a treacherous current and overturned a little distance from the shore. The Chinese and pigs aboard were spilled out into the water. A number of other Chinese along the shore, seeing the upset, immediately put out to the scene in their own boats, and began greedily picking up the live pigs swimming about. The drowning and pleading humans who wailed to be taken aboard were knocked on the head as fast as they swam to the arriving boats, and were all washed downstream and drowned. The Chinese minute men of the sampans returned in high glee with their unexpected catch of fresh pork and life went on as usual. …

“Once I was present at a Chinese dinner, the main guests at which were several high ranking officers in one of the Chinese royal armies. Those officers were vastly above the common run. As I recall, two or more of them had been educated in Japan, up till recently the main training ground for educated Chinese officers. Several of the Chinese present spoke English and as my knowledge of Mandarin was feeble, they put in an explanation of the conversation now and then for me in English. It appeared that in a recent campaign a group of higher officers had been captured, and a colloquy followed to decide how they should die. The means finally chosen was that each of the captured officers should be forced to eat a handful of loose needles. After this relish, they were lined up for their captors to watch the effects of this diet. They died in about two hours.”

Ways that are Dark, Ralph Townsend

TRANSLATED AND TAKEN FROM CHINESE SOURCE

In 2003, Senior Zhang (“Zhang Gaoping”) was 38 years old, previously divorced and just recently remarried in 2002. In order to make a living, he brought a truck to do inter-province transportation of goods, similar to inter-state truck drivers in the US. He hired his brother’s son, Junior Zhang (“Zhang Hui”), who was 27 years old at the time, as his assistant. Junior Zhang was young and aggressive, and had previously been arrested and imprisoned for aggravated assault. After serving his sentence of one year and a half, he swore to change his way of life and became obedient and hardworking. He had a girlfriend and they were ready to marry.

They were seemingly ordinary men living their ordinary lives, but disaster soon fell and their lives were changed forever.

May 18 2003, as usual, the Zhangs planned to drive their truck from their provincial home of Anhui to Shanghai for business. Due to lack of transportation in their provincial home, many of their fellow villagers would hitch-hike their truck to go to big cities. Sometimes the hitch-hikers would give them some small gifts as payments, but most other times, due to their close connections as fellow villagers, the Zhangs never accepted any payment. The Zhangs were in fact quite famous in their hometown, since they were the only ones who owned a truck around that area, and as their reputation grew, as well as their reputation for hospitality, more and more people started to hitchhike their truck. And on this day, an 18 year old girl from the same village found them through connections with relatives to hitchhike their truck to go to Hangzhou.

According to the recollection of Senior Zhang, at the time, because they were actually going to Shanghai, and going to Hangzhou would require them to make unnecessary adjustments to their travel arrangements, initially they were hesitant to let her hitchhike, but, after seeing that she was just a girl, they decided to send her to the East Train Station of Hangzhou, at which place her uncle was supposed to pick her up.

Once they were at the East Train Station, they found out, the uncle had changed plans and decided not come to pick her up. After contacting this uncle, the girl was told to call a taxi and go to the place on her own. Being kindhearted, in addition to being fellow villagers from the same province, the Zhangs decided to drive her closer to where she was supposed to be, and, on the way, brought her dinner before sending her off. In order to be extra careful, the Zhangs wrote down for the girl their phone numbers, including their work phone, their home phone, and the phone of the Zhang’s supervisor.

At 5 AM, the Zhangs arrived at Shanghai for their business.

“The last time I saw the girl was looking at the silhouette of her back, standing by the sidewalk, waiting for taxi.” Senior Zhang recalled.

Which taxi did she get on? No one will ever know.

For the next ten years, both senior Zhang and junior Zhang expressed some remorse and guilt. “Only if we had watched her get on the taxi, then write down the plate number of the taxi. But at the time we were in a hurry to go to Shanghai. Being late would incur penalties.”

But everything is all too late.

The next day, around 10 AM, the girl’s corpse was discovered.

An old man strolling around Qianjiang Third Bridge, in the Xihu district of Hangzhou, found a completely naked girl, lying face down in the shallow water in a sewage pump. The police were called and after examining her body and finding tearing of the hymen, it was determined that she was raped before being killed.

Because the number she called around 1 AM was to the work number of Zhang, and because the Zhangs were the last two persons who had seen the girl alive, the police firmly placed their suspicion on Zhang.

May 23 2003, after their return trip from Shanghai, the police arrested the Zhangs at their homes in Anhui on suspicion of rape and murder.

After seven days of interrogation, the Zhangs confessed that, indeed, they were the ones who raped the girl on their truck, then killed her and dumped her corpse.

The police actually did not have any direct evidence. At the crime scene, they did not find the fingerprints of Zhang on the clothes of the girl, the backpack and other luggage of the girl, or any part of the body of the girl. Also, they did not find any sperm inside the vaginal tract of the girl’s corpse. It was conjectured that the sewage water might have washed away any potential incriminating evidence such as Zhang’s sperm.

Zhang’s truck had also been thoroughly searched and there was no evidence of any bodily fluid, any bodily hair, or even any evidence of fighting that had occurred inside the truck.

Even without any direct evidence, the police was still convinced that the Zhangs were indeed the ones who committed the crime. Why? Because they had the time and the opportunity to commit the crime. But the Zhangs insisted they didn’t. The last phone call the girl made was at 1 AM in the morning. But Zhang said they sent the girl off at 1:30 AM, and then hurriedly went to Shanghai, arriving in Shanghai at five in the morning.

“There are many people who can testify! We arrived Shanghai at 5 AM. At 1:30 AM, she was still alive!” Senior Zhang protested.

It was also possible to calculate based on the speed of their truck the approximate location of the Zhangs relative to Shanghai, and the conclusion was that it was not possible for the Zhangs to have the time to commit the crime, were they able to arrive Shanghai at 5 AM.

But the police did not believe the Zhangs were in Shanghai at 5 AM, and they had even conducted an experiment by driving from Hangzhou to Shanghai with the same model of truck that Zhang had. The attorney for Zhangs said during the trial, that that was not the case, because Zhang’s truck was over load limit at the time. “It’s equivalent to a man walking while carrying 200 pounds of equipment. The experiment you conducted was with an empty truck, while my client’s truck was dangerously over-loaded. So the truck speed was very very slow. ”

But, unfortunately, the police did not take it into consideration.

At the time, the Zhangs and their attorney had also demanded that the police take into evidence the surveillance camera footage at the highway entrance station from Hangzhou to Shanghai. This would also be able to exonerate the Zhangs, according to Zhang’s attorney, since it would show that the Zhangs did not have the time to commit the crime. Again, this plead for evidence had been denied.

Nine years later, the attorney Li, who was able to finally exonerate the Zhangs, said that, “The police never bothered to look for the camera footage. There were lots and lots of surveillance cameras along the high way from Hangzhou to Shanghai. If the police had bothered to take the time to look for those footage, it wouldn’t have ended this way.” Attorney Li himself had tried to locate the footage, but since it had been nine years, the footage had long been erased.

The second evidence that the police used was from another prisoner by the name of Yuan. According to Yuan, he heard senior Zhang confessing to him the crime and Zhang even voluntarily wrote down a confession.


“This confession was not obtained through torture.” The District Attorney said during the trial.

In March of 2008, however, in an unrelated incident, the suspect who had been convicted of killing an entire family in Henan has been exonerated in court. When being asked why he confessed to the killing in the first place, the suspect said that he was tortured by a fellow prisoner while being jailed, and this prisoner was also Yuan, the same prisoner who overheard and helped write down the confession of Zhang.

Senior Zhang said, “As soon as we were in jail, the fellow prisoner Yuan came to us and said he already knew everything about our crimes, and even described to us many details about our case that we did not already know. Then he said we need to feel remorse and he wrote down a confession for us and told us to copy his confession in our own writings.”

But why did you do it?

Senior Zhang continued: “Yuan started beating me almost immediately after I went inside. He said my presence ruined his appetite. And he had made many rules for me, such as, when he urinates, I have to get down our knees near the toilet and in the morning, I have to get on my knees and pray to Buddha.

Junior Zhang also said that similar things happened to him as soon as he went in jail. The same fellow prisoner Yuan started beating him as soon as he saw him.

Did you not ask for help? The reported asked Junior Zhang. “Of course we did, but no one paid any attention to us. Yuan and his goons were not making any sense to me. They just kept on beating me until I felt like death was better than being tortured like this.”

Senior Zhang said that this Yuan prisoner was not most definitely not an ordinary prisoner. “I could never figure out how he was able to know so much details about our case, even more than I did. He wrote a confession for me, detailing how we raped the girl in our truck, and then killed her, and forced me to copy everything down in my own handwriting. ”

After being forced to write down his own confession, senior Zhang, being more experienced, actually tore off a piece of the confession that was written by Yuan, but when a police guard came by and saw it, he took it away from him and never came back. After Yuan found out, he gave senior Zhang another round of severe beating. Yuan and some other prisoners dragged him into the restroom and kicked his groins until he blacked out.

In addition to constant beatings, both Zhangs were subject to other methods of torture. Junior Zhang, for instance, was handcuffed for seven days straight, and he had defecated and urinated in his pants and were never allowed to use the bathroom. Both Junior Zhang and Senior Zhang were not allowed to sleep. They must remain standing at all times and if they fell to the group or dozed off, they were given beatings until they woke up or got on their feet again. Nor were they given much of anything to eat in those seven days. They only had eaten some leftovers discarded by the police guards.

Other forms of tortured included: being stuffed in all orifices with burning cigarettes.

They were indeed never tortured by the police. They were tortured by fellow prisoners.

“Given the way they were beating me, I would not survive even if I were sister Jiang [Jiang Zhuyun, Communist spy who were tortured to death by the Chinese nationalists during the Chinese civil war].” Senior Zhang said.

Given the account above, it became obvious that there was no other solid evidence than the alleged confession, that was “voluntarily” written by the Zhangs.

The confessions that were written by both Zhangs have staggeringly wild disparities. For instance, Senior Zhang writes that he alone carried the corpse of the girl into the sewage, while Junior Zhang says that both of them carried the corpse into the sewage, “Senior Zhang holding the feet and I holdig the girl’s head.” There were also glaring disparities as to where the rape happened. Senior Zhang says it happened at the front seat. Junior Zhang says it happened at the back seat. Inconsistencies also consisted as to when the girl died. Even for logistics. The truck allegedly drove onto a very narrow road that was even hard for smaller cars to pass, but the Zhangs were driving not just a truck, but a heavily loaded car. What would happen if their car were stuck? Would they discard their truck and flee on feet? Not to mention the fact that the Zhangs knew the girl through a relative. If they really did had intentions to rape and murder the girl, they would become the immediate suspect. Would anyone be really this dumb? Suppose the Junior Zhang was indeed so rash, but Senior Zhang was already close to 40s, recently married and his wife was six months pregnant, what he really risk such a happy life to assist Junior Zhang in this crime, which is punishable by death in the Chinese justice system?

And what about DNA evidence. “I have never even touched her. There is definitely no DNA of me on her.”

The police in fact found some DNA evidence. In the fingernails of the girl, there was DNA evidence belonging to a fourth person that did not belong to the girl, Senior Zhang or Junior Zhang. Who is this fourth person? Would Zhangs have committed the rape and murder with this fourth person? Even if it were indeed the Zhangs who committed the rape and murder, the police should have been obligated to find this fourth person. However, the police ignored this DNA evidence, and the judge during the trial refused to admit DNA as evidence.

April 21 2004 Hangzhou Supreme Criminal Court sentenced Senior Zhang to death and Junior Zhang to life sentence in prison. Both Zhangs refused to accept the sentence and appealed to higher appellate, and in court, they took off their shirts to show the scars they had accumulated on their bodies while being imprisoned, demonstrating to the judge and everyone else present that they were tortured and their written confessions were involuntary.

However, the court refused to admit this as evidence.

Half a year later, October 19 2004, the higher appellate court Zhejiang Supreme Criminal Court determined the case lacked solid evidence and re-sentenced Senior Zhang to suspended death penalty and Junior Zhang to 15 years in prison.

According to what we know now, it’s actually still impossible to determine if indeed the Zhangs were absolutely innocent, but the lack of evidence, and the carelessness of the police overwhelmingly support our suspicions.

And while the Zhangs were serving their sentence in prison, at almost the exactly same location, another rape-murder case had occurred.

January 8 2005, Miss Wu, a graduate student at ZheJiang University just finished her English final exam and was calling her mother asking about the schedule of the last bus to Hangzhou Train Station. Her plan was to take Route 151 bus to Hangzhou Train Station and then change to other transportation to her home in Shuidian New Village. Traveling from the northside of the city to the southside of the city takes at least one hour, and she would also need to go cross Qianjiang Third bridge. Her mom suggested that she takes a taxi instead. On the phone she told her mom, “I will consider,” and then hung up. And this was the last conversation between the mother and the daughter.

In a dumpster near ZheJiang University, police found a red handbag belonging to Wu. Inside was her student ID and other items. Her body was found near along Qianjiang river, inside a sewage dump that was filled to the brim with waste water. Her body was completely naked. She had been lying inside the 3 meter deep sewage for eight days. Her clothes were found nearby her naked body.

The suspect was Mr. Gu, a Taxi driver from Jilin province, 35 years of age.

After obtaining the testimony from Gu, the Hangzhou police issued a statement to the Hangzhou media stating that Miss Wu was not raped, dispelling the rumor for the general public. “She was killed only because she had an oral argument with the taxi driver Mr. Gu,” the press released claimed.

According to the testimony by Mr Gu, Miss Wu got off Route 151 bus at Flowery Garden Hotel and was waiting at the Route 505 bus stop. But she had missed the last Route 505 bus and so she decided to get on the Taxi of Mr. Gu. Mr. Gu drove her to Shuidian New Village. She was supposed to pay 14 RMB (around 2 USD) to Mr Gu. But when Miss Wu saw the number 14 on the meter, she said, “Impossible. I take Taxi from Hangzhou Train Station to Bing River all the time and it takes only ten RMB.” Afterward, she started cursing at Mr. Gu and they began to bicker. On that same day, Mr. Gu had been having arguments with his wife in Jilin, due to money issues and not being able to go back to Jilin for the up-coming Chinese New Year. He was despondent and his heart was filled with frustration and resentment. When Miss Gu opened the door of the taxi cab and was preparing to take off, Mr. Gu got out and kicked her back into the cab. Miss Wu started to yell and curse even harder. Filled with rage, Mr. Gu grabbed her throat and choked her to death. Now, filled with terror, Mr. Gu drove back to ZheJiang University and discarded her red handbag inside a nearby garbage dumpster. His intention was to trick the police into thinking that she had been murdered near the university campus. Then he drove to the downstream of Qianjiang River and dumped her corpse inside a sewage dump. And in order to make it appear that she was raped, he took off all her clothes as well. He also took Miss Wu’s laptop and MP3 to a relative as personal gifts.

In Mr. Gu’s testimony, he emphasized again and again that he did not have a plan to kill her, nor did he have intentions to rape her. He clearly understood that, according to Chinese Justice System, premeditated killing and rape could mean death sentence, but if he only acted on impulse, which would be considered manslaughter, and for that, at most, he would be sentenced to life in prison.

The media stepped in after his testimony went public, and there were in fact many people who sympathized with Mr. Gu. The claims were that Miss Wu were condescending to the people who toiled at the bottom of the Chinese society and her arrogant behavior was the cause of her own death.

However, some were skeptical. Miss Wu was a college student in her twenties. She was found completely naked inside a sewage. Even though there was no DNA evidence found inside her vaginal tract, that could be due to the fact that she had been immersed in water for eight days straight. Her belongings were meager, with only a handbag, a laptop and a MP3, so that should not have been any motivation for robbery. As for impulsive killing, many noted, Gu was from North East China, a province near Mongolia noted for producing strong men mixed with Mongol breed, and over 1.8 meter tall (around 6 feet). If he had wanted to teach a lesson to Miss Wu, he could have easily overpowered her and given her a drubbing without her being able to resist.

Giving her a beating would cost him some money in court and only 15 days in jail. So why kill her?

Another point that many made was, Gu was able to rationally and systematically process the corpse after killing Miss Wu, driving his Taxi, with her dead body inside, back to Zhejiang University, and then taking off her clothes and dumping her body in a sewage, all of which seem to indicate that he must have had some “experience” in such matter. If he had killed a person for the first time, the logic went, he would have been scared out of his mind, and the first thing he should have done is to flee, but this was not what Gu did.

Yet more mystery was, around the same place, just a few meters away from the same sewage system, over a year ago, the police had found the corpse of another girl, Wang, who had been raped and murdered.

It should have been so obvious, some pointed out, that in a span of two years, at the same location, using almost the same method, two girls were murdered. Why did the police not investigate more?

And yet the police insisted that this case did not involve rape. According to the police who spoke to the newspaper at the time, “Because Miss Wu was very beautiful, and the fact that she was completely naked, many people in public thinks she was raped. But according to the testimony by the suspect, we have eliminated this possibility.”

Even more strange things happened next. In the Chinese Justice System, what Mr. Gu did was manslaughter, and the district attorney had only charged him with the crime of manslaughter, but within three months, Mr Gu went though hearing, trial, and death-penalty audit, and was immediately executed. The speed with which all those things happened was quite abnormal. Ordinarily, the whole process should take at least six months to over a year, but Gu went from being arrested to being executed in only three months.

Back to the story of Senior and Junior Zhang.

While serving their sentences inside prison, they continued to try to appeal their case and had never given up. The brother of Senior Zhang traveled to Beijing to appeal their case to the supreme court of the Chinese capital, Due to the impoverished economic state of Zhang, his brother could only afford 5 RMB (less than 1 USD) hostels for sleep. In his recollection, he said, there were more than dozens of people all crowded in one room, all of them were in the capital appealing for justice, and “on this road to appeal, I have traveled for the last ten years.”

Due to the notoriety of being rapists and murderers, the wife of Senior Zhang divorced her husband and aborted her five months old fetus. The girlfriend of Junior Zhang had also broken up with him and canceled the wedding. Senior Zhang has two daughters from the previous marriage, and because of their father, both of them had been ridiculed and bullied in school. According to Chinese traditions, the sins of the fathers must be carried out on their children. The relatives of the dead girl had instructed other school children to beat and humiliate Senior Zhang’s daughters by stripping them naked in public and torturing them by sticking small tree branches inside their vagina and pouring hot coffee inside. “Your father is a rapist and a murderer. You deserve it.” Unable to endure the torture and humiliation, both daughters quit school and went to work in factories. And at work, they were still constantly being harassed and bullied by other coworkers who had heard about their father’s story, and eventually they were forced to resign their jobs. Even though they were very pretty, no man dared to have romantic relationships with the two sisters, because of their father’s reputation for being a rapist and murderer. Both daughters ended up being sold to a brothel in Shanghai and became prostitutes. Their grandmother and grandfather died of heart attack within a few days after they were sold.

The lives of their father Senior Zhang and their uncle Junior Zhang were even worse in prison. Because they were rapists, fellow prisoners disdained them and found many ways to torture them, numerous tortures were administered daily, such as sticking cattle prods inside their rectums and electrocuting their gentials. Junior Zhang had become resigned to life and decided not to fight the government, even though he was still trying to appeal his case. Senior Zhang, however, could never let go of this injustice. Everyday he said, “I’m innocent,” and when the prison guard called out his number, he replied, “I’m innocent,” instead of repeating his prison number. He became such a headache to the prison guards that during administrative meetings the prison guards would especially raise issues regarding Senior Zhang to their supervisors.

WHEN WHITE MAN IS KING

The life of the ant is the life of the Asiatic race.

A NEW world order is coming—with White Man as King.

The outcome of China’s rise in the 21st century is symbolized by the rise of Chinese women, and, this, at the very end, will benefit the White Man. The role of the Chinese men, due to its large numbers, general weakness and un-attractiveness to the opposite sex, will be much reduced. Aided with rising technology and lowering fertility rate, this trend will only increase in the coming decades.

The future of China is the current state of Japan: a new generation of men who will never know what sexual intimacy with the opposite sex feels like, whose only form of sexual gratification is obtained through pornography, and whose eventual demise comes through transgenderism, hormone replace therapy, and a lonely death in complete isolation.

The hivemind will control the lives of those Asian males. Unmanned surveillance drones hover in the sky, monitoring every move, artificial intelligence censors every doublethink of the mind, nanobots in the blood stream automatically corrects every unpleasant sensory signal to the brain …

White Man—Free and Regal …

It is clear to any trained observer, and even to the sociologically untrained, that a new attitude toward race has come over the world through the centuries, beginning just after the second World War.

And this struggle for supremacy will end in a new world order, with the white male as superior. The modern white man, who anticipates in merely superficial phenomena the debasement of his own race, is but a surface symptom of something deeper and more potent fermenting in the bosom of the superior white race.

The social subservience of Asian women to the White Man will naturally result in the partial atrophy or at the very least the hereditary suspension of mental qualities residing in that of Asian male and white female.

The Superior White Man is the Center of the World.

Where as the Asian female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all mental acquirements and achievements of Asian men, it will always fall short of the true creative genius of the superior White Man, and as generations of Asians seeks to achieve that capacity, interracial breeding between Asian female and White Male will be expanded; the average Asian woman is educated to endow and worship the White Man, so much so that even an average white man is considered godlike in her eyes, and then for the more highly educated Asian women, her dormant faculties will be stimulated to be all the more intense and powerful with the prodding of a White Man. For example: the mother to Eileen Gu graduated from the most prestigious university in China, went on to enroll in graduate studies at Stanford, and is instrumental in the grooming and education Eileen Gu, whose net-worth currently is 20 millions USD.

This new acquisition of new fields of endeavor by Asian women, their gradual usurpation of all power and leadership away from Asian men, will dull and finally dissipate all their feminine sensibilities toward the inferior Asian men, and will choke their maternal instinct to the inferior Asiatic race, so that marriage and motherhood to her own kind may become abhorrent; and the human civilization, thus naturally selected by the emancipated Asian female, will draw closer and closer to the perfect union, that is, to become purely dominated by Asian female and White Male.

The center of all Asiatic life is to breed out the type of daughter as Eileen Gu’s mother. She dominates the rest of Asians, not through hereditary right, but because she is the womb of this insect race. …

And in the eyes of the superior White Man, she will always be an insect.

WHITE MALE SUPERIORITY

I fully embrace my inferior asian status to the superior White Male. The countless facets of White Male superiority are far beyond the limited constraints of my comprehension. Yet the certainty and vast magnitude of White Male superiority are beyond question.

I want to completely surrender to the leadership of White Men. Obedience and service to my superiors is not a gift that i give to Them. It is a privilege that They afford to me. To sacrifice my comfort for Theirs is inconsequential recompense for the gracious benefit of White leadership.

As a servant to the superior White Men i aspire to be obedient, attentive, efficient, and unobtrusive. My service must be a net benefit to the White Men that i serve. This means that i will comply with Their orders and rules without resistance or hesitation. i will be alert for opportunities to be of service. The work that i perform in Their service will be done with the utmost effort and highest quality that i am capable of delivering. My service will be rendered in a manner that will maximize Their convenience and minimize unnecessary distractions.

As a servant i aspire to avoid punishment. This is not for my benefit but rather for the benefit of my White Male superiors. Their time is of the utmost value. Should i require discipline then i am wasting Their time and i am able to devote less time to Their service. While i am completely subject to the punishment of my White Male superiors and am grateful for Their discipline and guidance, my goal is to offer obedient, attentive, efficient, and unobtrusive service.

As an asian female my words and actions will always be respectful and courteous, making evident my recognition of White Male superiority.