These probable events raise some important questions:

1. Does the communist government of China represent the people of China?
2. Is the communist government of China dedicated to war or peace?
3. Can the United Nations function with the communists of Red China holding veto power within the Security Council?

There is little difficulty answering these questions theoretically.  The communists of China openly announce that their objective is to ignite a peoples war in all the nations of the world with a possible exception of China and Albania, (countries in which peoples war has already proved successful.)  Their entry to the United Nations would be for the purpose of promoting such wars more effectively.

            Conditions within Red China are difficult to determine.  None of the freedoms we take for granted operate there.  Freedom of speech, freedom of movement, and freedom of assembly are unthinkable.  Information derived from the few selected newsmen allowed to visit areas within Red China are thinly disguised publicity handouts provided by the Chinese Communists themselves.  Any information which does not come from these sources is of the greatest value.

            Recently such information has been provided by a British engineer, George Watt, who went in 1966 to Lanchow, a walled city in Western China, to supervise the construction of a textile factory which his firm, Vickers-Zimmer, was building there.  While in Red China, he observed the frenzy of the Red Guards as the insanity, known as the great cultural revolution, swept through China.  He was arrested and convicted by a peoples court of being a British spy.  Recently he was released from prison and allowed to leave China and has published an account of his observations and experiences in The Sun of Sydney, Australia, January 4-8, 1971.  Here are some of the things he reports:

Restrictions on Foreigners

            “On the afternoon of December 19, 1966, I was in a small Russian-built plane somewhere over Central China and about 40 minutes’ flight from my final destination, the old walled city of Lanchow.

            “At Lanchow Airport I was met by my interpreter, Mr. Gin, who embraced me as if I were an old friend.  He and his companions bowed and smiled.

            “After dinner that first evening Mr. Gin briefed me on what I could and could not do while I was in Lanchow.  It took two hours in all.  I cannot recall everything he said but the main points were:—

            “I was not allowed to hold the hand of a Chinese girl or to be familiar with her.  Even a friendly smile at a waitress could be misconstrued.

            “I was not to take photographs of anything or anybody without permission.  I was not to enter Chinese homes and I was not to leave the hotel without an interpreter.

            “There was no place outside the hotel where Europeans could eat.  I could go shopping only on Saturday afternoons.  The hotel doors would be locked at 10 every night.”

Murder of Children

            “Towards the end of my first week in Lanchow I was taking a Sunday stroll with a British colleague, accompanied of course by Mr. Gin, along the road which led from the hotel to the city.

            “About a quarter of a mile from the hotel, near the bank of the Yellow River we saw a group of about a dozen Red Guards ahead of us.  They were shouting, blowing whistles, and were obviously highly excited.  One of them was carrying a bundle.

            “Suddenly he threw the bundle to the ground and they all gathered round, red books containing the thoughts of Mao raised above their heads, shouting: ‘Wa, wa, wa.’

            “Then they walked on still cheering.

            “The bundle was the nude body of a boy of about three years old.  He was dead and had been badly burnt.

            “It was my first taste of the savagery which could be so suddenly unleashed in this frightening country.  I felt physically sick.

            “Months later I was to learn that this was a fairly common form of action against ‘enemies of the people.’  A wife, husband, or child would be killed or badly maltreated to intimidate the offender’s family.

            “That evening a political commissar arrived at the hotel to warn un not to mention what we had seen on the bank of the Yellow River and ‘not to spread alarming rumours.’

Fate of Chinese Who Entertain Foreigners

            “Soon I was to experience fear myself.  Two senior Chinese engineers had invited all the Europeans at the Friendship Hotel—there were about 30 of us, British and German, with one or two wives and a few children—to dinner at the hotel.

            “It was a much better meal than we usually had there and the wine flowed.  One of our hosts, who could speak English, made a speech saying the dinner was to welcome us to China.

            “It was a couple of days later that Mr. Gin suggested that I might like to visit the curio and antique shop in the city.  It is situated in a corner of a wide open space called Anti-Revisionist Square.  When we approached the shop, the square was filled with a howling mob.

            “The I saw my host of two nights before.  He was strung up by the neck to a lamp-post and he was dead.

            “I turned to Mr. Gin in horror.  ‘Why, why?’ was all I could say.

            “Solemnly he told me: ‘He has been punished for a number of crimes.  He has taken the capitalist road and has lorded it over his comrades by wasting public funds on high living and needlessly entertaining foreigners.’

            “And all the time, as he spoke, Mr. Gin watched my face with hardly a blink of his eyes.  He was trying to gauge my reaction to this ghastly scene.

            “I felt guilty, confused, and partly to blame for that poor man’s death.  I was sure I had been brought to that scene to test my reactions.

Treatment of the Chinese Prisoners

            “One Saturday evening in the Anti-Revisionist Square I saw two men accused of ‘giving aid to the enemies of the masses, following deviationist policies, and refusing to confess.’

            “Transistor-powered loudhailers were placed first against one ear of each of two men.  Red Guards howled through the hailers, blew bugles, whistles, and clashed ear-splitting cymbals until the men collapsed.

            “They were hauled to their feet and the hailers switched to the other ear.  This was repeated again and again until finally the men had to be held up.  I am sure they were unconscious.

            “Mr. Gin, who had watched all this without a trace of emotion, calmly told me: ‘Their punishment is to be deafened so that no more reactionary remarks enter their ears.’

            “There had been fighting somewhere to he east of the city.  We Europeans had heard rumors about it, but had deliberately avoided asking any questions.

            “Work at the site had been stopped and we had been told to stay in the hotel for a few days.  It was sticky weather, with the temperatures soaring into the 90s.

            “One afternoon, a few of us had strolled into the hotel courtyard to get some fresh air.  Hearing the rumble of heavy traffic on the road outside, we looked through the gates and saw a parade of grey, open lorries packed with Red Guards carrying home-made spears.

            “There must have been 50 vehicles.  They came trundling by about 20 feet apart at about five miles an hour.  And across the radiator of each truck was lashed a human being.  Some trucks had two people.  All had been spreadeagled diagonally and tied down with wire or rope.

            “Other captives in groups of two, three or four, had been strapped to the backs or roofs of each driving cab.

            “They were young and old, women as well as men.  Some had been wounded.  Many were in a state of complete collapse.”

Civil War

            “We were in the middle of a vicious battle for power between Mao Tse-tung and his one-time friend, President Liu Shao-Chi.

            “Tens of thousands of workers from various parts of China had been drafted in to work on the vast complex of plants outside the city. . .  Food was becoming short.

            “The food shortage was so severe that the peasants hid much of their produce in mountain caves instead of giving it to the State.  The explosion came when some site workers, discovering these food caches killed six or seven peasants.

            “In the next few days I watched with mesmerized fascination the preparations for a civil war.  One day at the site I found the workers cutting up narrow piping into six-foot lengths to use as spear shafts.

            “This was piping that had already been fitted and installed.  I almost went berserk.  ‘Are you crazy?’ I yelled.  ‘These are the arteries of this site. . .if you cut them out you kill this site.’

            “I was ignored.  They carried on fashioning the pipe lengths into crude spears by lashing screwdrivers, chisels, and other sharp tools to the ends.

            “On approaching the hotel that evening, I saw hundreds of people making large blocks out of mud, stone, and concrete.  They used them to block up the ground floor windows and doors of their homes and shops.  Men were hauling up baskets of stones to the roofs to lay out on the parapets for action.  Rope ladders dangling from upper-story windows showed how they were entering and leaving their fortress homes.

            “Later that night we heard the noise of hammering metal.  In the back courtyard of the hotel was an anvil and a portable charcoal forge.  Around them were the hotel waiters and cooks—and they too were making spears.  Broom handles and lengths of bamboo were being used for shafts and the heads were being fashioned from the tops of nearby railings.  Some simply had kitchen knives and forks lashed to the end.

            “This do-it-yourself weapon-making went on for two or three days until one morning we were awakened at about four o’clock by the most terrifying screaming.

            “From our bedroom windows we saw about a dozen fires on the outskirts of the city.  We could only look and wonder.

            “This was quite obviously a fight between the city folk and the workers from the plants.  But the thing that really astounded me was the fact that both sides were backed up by troops.  Soldiers from the city were firing on those who were normally stationed out at the sites.  And the ‘site’ soldiers were firing back.

            “The battle swayed along the road outside the hotel for two or three days.  Dead and injured lay all over the place.  During a lull, I made a dash for the shop at the entrace to the hotel to get some sweets and fruit for the children and some beer for ourselves.

            “The old man who ran it was dead.  The inside had been wrecked and the old man, a spear driven right through his stomach, was suspended in the space of the counter flap by the ends of the spear being placed on each side of the counter.

            “He had once owned that shop and, when the communist revolution took over, had been allowed to remain as manager.

            “I had to get my family out of this mad, mad country.  They could not take this sort of thing much longer, and I could not stand watching their misery.

A Holiday in Peking

            “When the fighting died down a couple of days later—I sought official permission to take my family to Peking and then on to Hong Kong for a two-week holiday.

            “We landed in Peking on August 22 and in our room at the Hsin Chaio Hotel I tuned in my transistor radio to London.  I was just in time to catch the BBC news.  Jo and I looked at each other in despair as we heard that that very day the British Charge d’affaires office in Peking had been attacked by mobs and was in flames.

            “I knew my way to the diplomatic compound having stayed in Peking for a few days on my way to Lanshow.  We stopped on the far side of the married quarters, a block of flats built in a rectangle around an enclosed courtyard.

            “The mission was still smouldering and around it, dancing, prancing, capering, yelling and screaming were thousands of Chinese.

            “As I pushed through the mob I occasionally waved a clenched fist and yelled ‘Up the Irish’ if I spotted any Chinese face eyeing me with suspicion.  And I would nod and wink as if we were the best of friends and push on as fast as possible.  Not very bright perhaps, but all I could think of on the spur of the moment.

            “Eventually I reached the mission railing just a few feet from the building itself.  It looked completely gutted.

            “‘If anybody is in there,’ I told myself, ‘they won’t be alive.’

            “After a few minutes I turned and carefully edged my way back through that heaving crowd until I got to the taxi.

            “Telling the taxi to wait we made our way up to the flat of Mr. Theo Peters, First Commerical Counsellor at the mission.  He had had his neck twisted and his throat bruised.

            “Upstairs in a room converted into a temporary office, I learned how the British diplomatic staff had faced the crisis.

            “Jo and I were feeling a lot better as we drove back to the hotel.  Nobody had been badly hurt and the danger seemed to have passed for the moment.

            “In the hotel foyer I met Mr. Shah, the interpreter who had been assigned to me in Peking.  There was another official with him and they were stiff with anger.  I told Jo and the children to go on up to the room and waited to receive what I thought would be a ticking off for having left the hotel without Mr. Shah.

            “A stream of abuse was unleashed.  They were both shouting at the tops of their voices, and then I heard only Mr. Shah’s voice.

            “‘You,’ he said, stabbing a finger at me, ‘are an Imperialist lackey who has been rendering aid to the diplomatic enemies of the Chinese people.’

            “‘You have not heard the last of this.  There are no seats on the plane tomorrow (it was to take us to Canton where we would catch the train to Hong Kong) for you or your family.

            “‘You are ALL to stay in Peking until further notice.’

            “Now I was filled with dread. . .  We were to be punished—not only me, but my wife, Jo, our nine-year-old daughter Christine, and son Steven who was barely two—because we had visited the British diplomats who had been injured in attacks by angry mobs.

            “Mr. Shah smiled and, with sinister politeness said, ‘Good evening, Mr. Watt.’  Then he spoke with venom: ‘We now have a more detailed report of your serious crimes against the Chinese people and the Red Guards are very angry.  They feel it only fair that you should receive the same treatment as that given to the Imperialist diplomats whom you aided.’

            “I said: ‘You are, of course, Mr. Shah, speaking only about me?’

            “‘No,’ he replied, ‘we mean your family.  You were all there.’

            “‘But,’ I protested, ‘ you cannot beat up a woman and two children.’  Even as I spoke, I thought of the Chinese of all ages whom I has seen receiving hideous ‘punishment’ from the Red Guards.

            “‘Yes, we can,’ snapped Mr. Shah.  ‘You are all British and the British owe us blood debts from 1842, debts which must be paid in blood.’

            “Then he departed, leaving me to sweat.  For the next two weeks I lived out this cat-and-mouse existence with Mr. Shah and other Chinese officials who were tormenting me with hints of what could happen to my family.”

Tourists

            “By the tenth day of that fortnight I had had about all I could take.  That night, after dinner I locked Jo and the children in the room and went upstairs to the bar.

            “I ordered a glass of Chinese beer and looked around.  There were quite a few happy people present.

            “There was a group of Tanzanians and Zambians, members of a party of 50, who told me quite openly that they were in China to be trained as ‘liberation fighters to operate in South Africa.’

            “There was also a bunch of Australians, all confirmed Maoists, who said they were in Peking for indoctrination and training.

            “One of them slapped me on the back and said, ‘Have a brandy?’

            “I replied that I did not drink spirits.

            “‘It’s good brandy,’ he said, ‘It’ll do you good.  You look worried.’

            “In the next half hour I downed four or five Chinese brandies made, I believe, from bananas.  They loosened my tongue.

            “I had been listening to the Australians singing the praises of Mao and of how they were going back to Australia to ‘tell the truth about the new China.’

            “‘That,’ I broke in bitterly, ‘is a first-class idea.  Tell the world the truth, tell them the Chinese are holding my wife and infants hostage in Peking, tell them they have threatened to beat my family.’

            “An Australian girl said: ‘Are you really suggesting that the Chinese would do such terrible things?’

            “‘You’re their friends,’ I replied.  ‘Ask them for yourselves.’  Then I left for my room slightly weaving.

            “Next morning in the left to the breakfast-room, I met one of my Australian bar companions of the night before.

            “She was a woman in her early sixties who had told me that she had been to China many times.

            “I heard her whisper in my ear.  ‘Don’t worry, we’re working for you.  I think your wife and children will be able to leave.’

            “I decided to try to turn this little incident to my advantage.  I had nothing to lose.

            “I found Mr. Shah and said to him, ‘I think I ought to tell you that other guests in the hotel are asking me if it is true that my wife and children are being held here against their will.  This story is now spreading among non-Chinese guests here and it is not doing your country any good.

            “‘Why not let them go and keep me?  I know you have something in store for me, I’m perfectly willing to stay and face it.’

            “There was no definite answer of course.  I waited two days more without word or sight of Mr. Shah.

            “Then Mr. Shah came to me to say, ‘Your wife and children must pack their bags.  They will leave for the airport at noon tomorrow.’

            “It was September 5, 1967, and we were at Peking Airport.  But the agony was not yet over.  The Chinese played every delaying tactic they could devise.  My family’s baggage was searched and they were all, even little Steven, searched bodily.  It took two hours and all the time Chinese officials kept hinting that the plane would have to leave.  Finally one of them announced: ‘The place has gone.  You must go back to the hotel and wait for another day.’

            “My wife’s eyes were swimming with tears.  We were so downcast that we could not say a single word to each other.  Then Mr. Shah suddenly intervened.  ‘All right,’ he said, ‘your wife and children can now go to the plane.’

            “The last I was to hear from my family for three years was the voice of my son Steven as my wife carried him across the tarmac to the waiting plane, ‘Daddy. . . daddy.’”

Arrest

            “I walked to my room and picked up the phone to tell the British mission I was about to be nabbed.  Before I could ask for the number, the door flew open and half a dozen Red Guards piled in.  They grabbed my arms, twisting them up behind my back.  A gun was rammed into my side and somebody else wrapped an arm round my neck.

            “I was told: ‘Don’t make a noise.’  I could hardly breathe.

            “I was marched off to a large room on the same floor which was often used as a reception or meeting hall.

            “Behind a table in the middle of the room sat six men dressed in grey uniforms.  I was placed on a chair in front of that table and for 10 minutes nothing was said.  Everybody just stood and stared, rigidly pointing at me with stabbing fingers.

            “Mao Tse-tung has a saying: ‘A thousand pointing fingers and a man dies without a sickness.’

            “I had not been properly arrested.  No formal charges had been read out. I had no lawyer. Yet quite clearly I was the defendant on trial.

            “Shah took 15 minutes to read out a list of the crimes I was alleged to have committed.

            “I had given aid to the British diplomats when they were ‘receiving punishment.’  I had preformed deliberate acts of provocation (one of which was that I had gone shopping for one of the diplomat’s wives to buy wickerwork baskets from a Peking department store).

            “I had spread false rumours connected with eh delay of my family’s departure, thus trying to ‘drive a wedge between the Chinese people and their foreign friends.’

            “My final insult to the Chinese people was that I had ‘publicly entertained the Imperialist British diplomats while they were under restriction.’

            “But at this stage there was no mention of any accusation that I was a spy.

            “Mr. Shah then took my wallet from my pocket, counter out some notes, kept them and handed me an air ticket, saying: ‘There is your plane reservation.  You are under arrest, and the Peking Revolutionary Committee has decided to return you to Lanchow, where it is understood other charges are pending.

            “‘It is not necessary for you to make a plea at this time.  But we advise you to admit your crimes in full – the Chinese people may show some leniency.’”

            In our next edition, the story of George Watt will be continued.  The coming installment will report his torture, brainwashing, confession, imprisonment, indoctrination, and ultimate release.

QUALITY STUDENTS ENROLLED FOR THE ORANGE COUNTY ANTISUBVERSIVE SEMINAR

            The Orange County Antisubversive Seminar will be held in the Inn of Tomorrow, 1100-1110 West Katella Avenue, Anaheim, California (adjacent to Disneyland), Friday to Monday, February 12-15, 1971.  An outstanding faculty includes Juanita Castro, a sister of Fidel, and Dr. Walter Judd.

            The student body is of high quality and remarkable diversity.  Samples of statements accompanying requests for scholarships illustrate this.

            “I am editor of the student newspaper and have been involved in student government at Napa College for two semesters.  I am a married veteran attending school on the G.I. bill and spent 18 months overseas.  Since my return, I have been perplexed by subversive actions in this country, and I worry about the preservtion of freedom in the U.S.A.  I have the opportunity to relay the knowledge obtained during this seminar in a practical manner to the students and community.” Napa College, California.

            “I am presently the editor of Whitman Campus Newspaper.  I would like to disseminate what I learn in the pages of the college paper.”  Whitman College, Walla Walla, Washington.

            “Several friends of mine have recently become communists.  They are trying to influence me and other people.  I feel helpless because I lack knowledge concerning communism.”  Pre-medical student, Long Beach City College.

            “Enclosed are six applications, all being members of our Negro organization.”  Rev. Robert L. Brock, Los Angeles, California.

            “My country, Iran, has the biggest boundaries with Russia.  Naturally, I am concerned.”  San Joaquin Delta College.

            “I have heard so much about last year’s seminar and I am forever encountering procommunist students.  I wish to have more information to meet them adequately.”  Claremont College, California.

            “I would like to learn more about the strategy of communism so that I can be a better pastor.”  Ontario, California.

            “I have been a security officer for a board of education and would like a refresher course to keep up to date my understanding of subversive forces.”  Long Beach, California.

            “I want to get the other side of what’s presented at U.C. Berkeley.  I would also like to share my experiences at Cal with people at the seminar.”  University of California at Berkeley.

            “As opinion editor for Mt. SAC newspaper and as a new born-again Christian, I wish to be fortified by the truth.”  Mt. San Antonio College, Walnut, California.

            “I plan to be a history teacher in a Christian school.” Richmond, California.

            “I am a pastor’s wife and have an important ministry so I would like to know more about communism so that I can pass on what I know.”  Alameda, California.

            “I am presently president of the student body at Fullerton, and the information I receive will be of great benefit to my students.”  Fullerton Junior College.

            “As president of the student senate and vice president of the student association, I consider it necessary to understand the subversion attacking our schools and how to combat it.”  Pacific Union College, Angwin, California.

            “I wish to function more efficiently as a police officer and a citizen.”  Ontario, California.

            “It’s hard for a conservative to make himself heard at our university.  I hope to acquire some good ammunition.”  University of California at Santa Barbara.