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Physical strength is one thing

What the Holdout showed today is much rarer

Moral strength

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[Lily Tang Williams @Lily4Liberty]

My Dad, My Hero: A Father’s Day Tribute

My father was born in 1936, in a village in Sichuan, China, to an intelligent but poor and sickly father whose death left his impoverished mother to fend for herself.

Fate was not kind to her, as the struggle of being poor and raising six children was compounded when she developed a severe infection from a dog bite. Treatment cost her what little she had, and my father was orphaned at the age of six.

The life of an orphan in China was unforgiving, but thankfully my father’s uncle adopted him. As a man of little means, he needed my father to work on the farm; education was expensive and out of the question, but he could earn his keep as a farmhand.

These experiences shaped my father into the man he would become: powerful, steadfast, and honorable—a true fighter. One that not even the local bullies would challenge.

As a teenager, he earned a reputation as a hard worker. During Chairman Mao’s Great Leap Forward campaign, my father was recruited to work for a vast state-owned steel enterprise in Chongqing. This was idyllic considering that the fate suffered by some 40 million Chinese who starved as a result of central planning gone awry.

After several years he was transferred to Chengdu, where he met my mother and fell in love. They were married after obtaining their respective work unit leaders’ permission. I was their first child, one of three, born two years before the terror of the Cultural Revolution ensued.

My memories began in an employer-provided eight-family row house. Our family of five shared two small rooms with dirt floors and an outdoor kitchen. There was no plumbing or heating, and we had to share a single water pump and “bathroom” (a hole in the ground) with eight other families. My parents worked tirelessly, but their positions were lowly, and our food rations were limited as a result.

I always remember my father as a hard worker, waking early each morning to take the bus to work. Public transportation was crowded and the competition to obtain a seat was so fierce that fights would break out. One day, after nearly being run over in a scuffle to get a seat, my father refused to degrade himself any further and bought a used bike to ride to work.

Dad was a prodigious worker and popular amongst his colleagues. His Communist minders thought he was trouble, and he was. His pride denied him submission to their corrupt authoritarianism, and he fought their tyranny at every turn. Honor, however, comes at a price.

They conspired to get rid of him by relocating him to a work site nineteen hours away. He refused to leave my mother- a sickly woman- and his three children, despite the commonality of family separations in communist China.

His refusal to relocate earned him a permanent “early retirement” in his late forties. He refused to accept this. And so, he illegally fixed bikes on the roadside without government license (he could not get one because he was "retired"), served as a tricycle taxi at night. He had his bike confiscated by the police on multiple occasions and was robbed even more frequently. When seized, he would buy another used one, and when robbed, he would fight back.

My father certainly could have made our lives easier, but it would have required obedience and submission to his immoral masters. Instead, he persevered honorably so that we could survive the brutality of communism. If he had chosen dishonor, perhaps I would not be the person I am today. Because of my father’s unwavering moral code, I fought back against a life of slavery in China.

After escaping communist China and becoming an American citizen, I brought my parents to the United States, where my father worked in a local Chinese restaurant for a few years. He became a U.S. citizen in 2005 and was later baptized a Christian, something that would have never happened in China.

My father is a man of integrity, honor, and dignity: a small man who cast a large shadow and stood defiantly against the evils of communism. He never asked for much, just the freedom to work, and provide for us.

I am so grateful for his love, sacrifice, perseverance, and hard work. He knew he was a man of little means and social status, but in the best way possible, he taught me how to live with dignity in defiance of evil.

My dad is very proud of me running for Congress in New Hampshire to serve the people. He even came to Grante State in 2023 to speak at my campaign opening rally last cycle and urge the people to support me.

Despite the harsh lens through which he judges his own achievements, my dad was and is my hero. I love him deeply and pray for God to bless him with longevity.

Happy Father’s Day to my father and all the fathers who carry a lot on their shoulders quietly, working tirelessly to provide for their families, protecting their children and fighting for them!

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[Lily Tang Williams @Lily4Liberty]

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[Lily Tang Williams @Lily4Liberty]

A tribute to resilience and resistance on Mother’s Day

My mother Huai Bin passed away in November 2020 at the age of 77 in Colorado. Her life in China was so tragic, and it took me a long time to write about her life and death because I had to confront the complex feelings and meaning of her legacy.

I loved my mother for her kind and gentle soul. She was meek, although often in ways I did not understand: bulliable, submissive, and conflict averse. Her interactions with Chinese Communist Party officials were characterized by obedience and tolerance of their inhumane treatment of people like herself.

I am haunted by a childhood memory of when she got on her knees and begged a CCP official for a raise at her factory job. She sacrificed her dignity only to be cruelly denied.

I used to assume I was entirely my father’s child. He was a fighter whose strength was like the factory steel he helped produce: firm, resilient, and tough. I spent my life assuming that my defiant nature was the product of my father. Now I am not so sure.

In an unremarkable village in Penshan County, Sichuan Province, China, a sickly child cursed by fate was born prematurely. Her mother believed her too weak to survive and left her to die in peace, yet the child refused. Fighting through labored breathing, she produced a cry so loud and enduring that her mother could no longer ignore it. She fed that night and would live to see the morning.

Growing up poor with an elementary education and introverted personality, she resigned herself to a life of labor in a state-run factory in Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan. The oppression of her social condition was matched by her physicality: at 4'9", she was frail and severely nearsighted. Despite this, she won the love and adoration of my father, an illiterate orphan whom she married and blessed with three children.

Raising children under Mao’s regime was an arduous burden. We lived in a primitive worker’s row house sharing one restroom and faucet with eight other families. We were literally dirt-poor; our mud floor would sprout mushrooms after flooding. We barely survived on food rationing coupons from the government. Despite all this, my mother’s heart never hardened.

She was known for approaching beggars in the street with small gifts and the words: “Buddha bless you!” Her generosity defied the cruelty of her reality.

Amid a very hard life, she found happiness in music (which she only sang after a little Chinese moonshine). She was elegant, clean, and loved pretty, pink clothing, which was frowned upon under Mao’s regime. Using what little money she saved to buy pink fabrics was a small act of defiance against Mao’s Cultural Revolution.

Happiness was often short-lived, however, as she was ill most of the time and required frequent care in the decrepit state-run local hospitals, a product of socialized medicine. While undergoing surgery in the 1980s, she received a blood transfusion infected with syphilis that was discovered a decade later when I brought my mother to the United States in 1995. Despite a course of antibiotics, her brain had already suffered the consequences of neurosyphilis. She displayed signs of dementia at the age of 59.

Though she was ill, America offered my mother a degree of peace, even if it was momentary. She and my father converted to Christianity and lived peacefully, attending a Chinese church every Sunday. In the end, her advanced dementia collided with COVID-19, and after being hospitalized, she died alone in November 2020.

My mother’s legacy is one of defiance. It began with a cry that defied death, lived through compassion that defied pain, and endures in me. This revelation testifies to the miracle of God’s design — subtle, yet purposeful. God imbues in each of us a part of his divine essence.

For my mother, she bore the suffering and submission to pain that Christ knew; not out of weakness, but out of love for her family, so that they would survive. She embraced God’s Word that we defy evil not through the hardening of our hearts, but through turning the other cheek and committing to compassion.

Happy Mother's Day. I love you, Mom. I know you are very proud of me fighting for the mothers and daughters today. I hope all the mothers in the world never suffer or endure your tragic fate under communism.

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