Tiananmen Square, April, 1989.

 

A wonderfully written story by a woman who grew up in China.

(National Review) – I was born in Chengdu, China. When I was growing up, the Communist Party controlled everything. There were no choices of any sort. We were all poor except the elite. The local government rationed everything from pork to rice, sugar, and flour because there were not enough supplies. We were allowed only a kilogram of pork per month for our family of five. We lived in two rooms, without heat in the winter. I got impetigo during the cold, humid winters. There were eight families living around our courtyard, and we all had to share one bathroom (a hole in the ground) for males, one for females. We had only government-run medical clinics, where the conditions were filthy and services were horrible. I was afraid of going there because I might get some other infectious diseases.

…It was frightening that local police could stop by our home to pound on the doors at night and search us for no good reason. People were arrested without court papers and locked up for months without trials.

Citizens were not allowed to have any guns or they would be put into prison, or worse. Chinese people were helpless when they needed to defend themselves. I grew up with fear, like millions of other children — fear that the police would pound on our doors at night and take my loved ones away, fear that bad guys would come to rob us. Sometimes I could not sleep from hearing the screaming people outside.

There were many stories of local people defending themselves with kitchen knives and sticks. Women were even more helpless when they were attacked and raped. I was molested as a college student once while walking home at night. It was common then.

When it came to dealing with the Chinese government and police brutality, there was nothing we could do. They had guns, while law-abiding citizens did not.

…I tried so hard to come to the U.S. for personal freedom, including the freedom guaranteed by the Second Amendment: the right to keep and bear arms, which makes me feel like a free person, not a slave. I felt empowered when I finally held my own gun. For the first time in my life, I truly knew I was free.

…Having previously lived under a tyranny, it seems clear to me that the U.S. government is going to try to infringe my Second Amendment right. What happened in China could happen in America. If the government can tell us what arms to bear, where to bear them, and how many shots you need to use to defend yourself, we might just become slaves. America is the land of the free and the last hope for human freedom. Do not give up. We have to be united and fight back for the sake of our children and grandchildren.

—  Lily Tang Williams is an American citizen and a businesswoman in Parker, Colo. She wrote this article for the Independence Institute, a think tank in Denver.

Emphasis added.

3 thoughts on “Guns against tyranny: One woman’s story of growing up disarmed in China”
  1. Some ask, “Why does anyone NEED a gun?” The better question is, “Why does anyone NEED to prevent me from having one?” They only NEED to disarm me if they fear me, or to maintain control of me. They needn’t fear me, unless they try to take control of me.

  2. Some ask, “Why does anyone NEED a gun?” The better question is, “Why does anyone NEED to prevent me from having one?” They only NEED to disarm me if they fear me, or to maintain control of me. They needn’t fear me, unless they try to take control of me.

  3. The reason “they” fear that person with a gun is they don’t have control over you. You don’t fear them so their control over you is lost. Just like the KKK was the democrats in the southern states. It’s for (your own good) their own good to own you for this PERFECT WORLD bluurred vision.

Comments are closed.