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...successful merchant family, he was the very embodiment of India's technology-fueled future, studying and later teaching science at Delhi's prestigious Indian Institute of Technology. He also spent time at Berkeley, where he met the American who is now his wife and the mother of their infant daughter. "I have an uncle who owns shops in Chandni Chowk," says Saraf, 37, from his home in San Jose, California. "When I was in high school, I lived above one of them. I actually saw some of the incidents in the book...
...young woman waiting to greet Nien Cheng outside the prison was not Meiping, as she still kept hoping, but her goddaughter Hean, the daughter of an old friend. Hean took Cheng to a small house where the released prisoner had been assigned two rooms on the second floor. But what had become of Meiping? Hean did not answer. Only when Cheng insisted did Hean tell her that Meiping had committed suicide on June 16, 1967, during Cheng's first year in prison. At least that was the official story -- that she had jumped from the ninth floor of the Shanghai...
...daughter Meiping was an attractive and intelligent young woman of 23. Growing up in Communist China, she had seen a society in which the children of the educated and affluent had enjoyed many advantages replaced, not by an egalitarian society but by a new system of discrimination against children like herself and their families. For instance, to be admitted into a good middle school, she had to score 80% on the entrance examination while children of workers and peasants got in with 60%. ''This is unfair!'' I had exclaimed at the time, indignant that my child was being discriminated against...
...evening of Aug. 30, while my daughter was attending a political meeting at her film studio, I was sitting alone in my study reading William Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, which had come from a London bookshop with which I had an account. The house was very quiet. There was not the slightest sound or movement anywhere, almost as if everything in the house were waiting helplessly for its own destruction. Suddenly the doorbell began to ring incessantly. At the same time, there was a furious pounding of many fists on my front gate, accompanied...
...said that Western music of any kind is decadent? We are going to compose our own proletarian music. As for the Music Society, it's disbanded.'' I was so tired that I could hardly stand. I asked the teacher for permission to rest. ''You may go to your daughter's room. She is an independent filmworker earning a salary. Her room is not included in our revolutionary action.'' In my daughter's room I lay down on her bed. Through the window I could see the faint light of dawn on the eastern horizon. When I woke...