I don't know where I saw this, and am reposting it here, but it is absolutely not pornography or violence. After the big laugh comes great pain—the pain of our benighted education's success and the helplessness of the people. Also, if anyone knows the original source, please add the source and author out of respect for copyright.
Today while I was out collecting junk, I passed by a village. I saw a crowd gathered around something. I squeezed in to look, and it was a man raping a woman.
I was shocked and asked, “How can something like this happen in broad daylight!” The villagers told me that the man was the village chief. Originally everyone in the village, including that woman, lived in poverty; people often starved to death. Not only were they oppressed by the local tyrants and evil gentry, they were also bullied by outsiders from other villages, raped and slaughtered by them. Later the village chief led a group of people to overthrow and drive away the tyrants and outsiders. Everyone chose him to be village chief, and then the chief made sure everyone had enough to eat, so the village chief's rape is a rape that lets the raped eat their fill. It's much better than the rapes from before! Everyone feels that it's still better to be raped by the village chief.
I said, “Then why doesn't that woman resist? And besides, you are all victims too, so why don't you help this woman?” The villagers looked at me as if I were an alien and said, “Resist! How could we not resist! Resist this one and the new one will be the same. In our village nobody can control the chief; whoever becomes chief is like this! Besides, the village militia and security patrol are all the chief's people. They've got knives and guns. Better a poor life than a good death—who doesn't want to live!”
I said, “Then you don't even dare curse him? You just keep completely silent?” The villagers said, “Curse him? Who can out-curse the village chief? He has the loudspeaker. He'll broadcast your family's dirty laundry over the radio and explain all his reasoning, and then who in the village would believe you?”
I said, “Then you can report him.” The villagers said, “Report him? Our village rules say that in recent years the main thing is to solve the problem of having enough to eat and eating well. Things that come up in the course of solving this main problem can be put aside and not discussed; when everyone is eating very well, they'll naturally be solved. Only when the granaries are full do people learn propriety—what matters more, survival or not being raped? Of course survival rights come first. Besides, once people are full and warm they think of lust. Rape—this is the inevitable labor pain that comes with having enough to eat; it's determined by the village's actual conditions. What's there to make such a fuss about?”
I asked the raped woman, “Don't you feel that your human rights and dignity are being violated?” Panting underneath, the woman said, “What's human rights and dignity? I don't understand. I only know that him pressing down on me and messing with me like this is wrong. I'm tired, it hurts, I feel awful, and he still doesn't pay me.”
I said, “How can the quality of the people be this low!” A villager beside me sneered, “You think you're so smart, but the chief's village-governing strategy is a whole system. You have to look at problems in a connected way, not in isolation. If the chief wants to rape us at will, first, he has to feed us, so we'll be grateful to him; second, he has to give us ideals, telling us things will get better if we follow him; third, he has the militia and security patrol to protect him; fourth, he has the loudspeaker and wall newspaper to publicize for him and help him criticize disobedient commune members. There's one more thing: he made the village primary school charge fees, so lots of people can't afford to go to school, so they don't understand human rights and dignity, so they don't have all the ideas you do, and then the chief can rape in peace and quiet. As for those children who do finish school, they're usually from the chief's clan or have received his favor, so they won't oppose him. There are a few poor kids with promise, but as soon as they graduate, the chief puts them in the village committee or village-run enterprises, where the待遇 is very good, so they're all deeply grateful to the chief. On top of that, the chief has stuffed them with plenty of rape education. These intellectuals—the women want to devote themselves to the chief, and the men want to help hold down the legs while he rapes. Who would still have the wild thoughts you have? That way, say the village has a hundred people: eighty are uneducated illiterates, and of the twenty who are educated, most become part of the chief's camp. Tell me, if there are one or two unruly ones left, what waves can they make? So in our village, everything serves to make the chief's rape reasonable.”
I said, “Then are you willing to go on being raped like this forever?” The villagers said, “It's not as pessimistic as you make it sound. The chief is still constantly improving. His eldest son stole grain from the village, and he broke his leg for it. Once, when the chief was drunk, he raped a little girl to death. After sobering up, he slapped himself several times and put himself in solitary confinement for three days without food. Look at how he rapes now—his movements are very civilized. He even put his army coat under the woman being raped, the chief knows to wear a condom, and he's very much in step with international standards, doing it like foreigners in videotapes, shouting 'yeah, yeah.' So we have reason to believe tomorrow will be better.”
I said, “Then you just watch as the victim suffers this painful violation?” The villagers said gravely, “Yes, we've been working hard to solve this problem. Some radical people think the raped woman should struggle hard to overthrow the chief, but that could easily intensify contradictions and affect the hard-won situation of unity and stability in the village. More people think struggling can't solve her present suffering; on the contrary it may make it worse, and it would also affect the whole village's development. Since reality is like this, and we can't change it quickly, we can only let nature take its course and reach a consensus: this raped woman should acknowledge that she is a weak group, acknowledge that this is an inevitable phenomenon, a brief labor pain, and not struggle. She can change to a more comfortable position, actively cooperate with the rape, regard the village chief as a good man who brings happiness to every one of us, and go along with his movements. That way it won't be painful, and she may even experience joy!”
At this point, hearing our discussion go more and more off the rails, the village chief said to the principal of the village primary school beside him, “These people have too much time on their hands after eating their fill. The moment their mouths are idle they start talking nonsense. Go tell them some experts have proven that Yue Fei was a woman and his mother was a man.”
As soon as the villagers heard the primary school principal say that, they forgot all about arguing with me and immediately began red-facedly debating with the principal over whether Yue Fei was male or female. One villager gave the chief a thumbs-up: “The chief is really democratic—he even brings such an important issue out into the open for us to debate with the principal. In the past we wouldn't even have dared think about it. This shows we really do have democracy!” The village chief smiled faintly. Taking advantage of their being distracted by the Yue Fei debate, he finished another rape, swallowed another blue pill, pulled over another young girl, and got to work again.
Amid this lively scene, Li Lao'er suddenly understood everything. He understood so clearly that he felt lonely, felt afraid, felt sorry for himself. Li Lao'er couldn't help wanting to cry out loud, but what blurted out of his mouth instead was, “Rags for sale—” The whole village froze for a moment, then looked at me with contempt.
Today while I was out collecting junk, I passed by a village. I saw a crowd gathered around something. I squeezed in to look, and it was a man raping a woman.
I was shocked and asked, “How can something like this happen in broad daylight!” The villagers told me that the man was the village chief. Originally everyone in the village, including that woman, lived in poverty; people often starved to death. Not only were they oppressed by the local tyrants and evil gentry, they were also bullied by outsiders from other villages, raped and slaughtered by them. Later the village chief led a group of people to overthrow and drive away the tyrants and outsiders. Everyone chose him to be village chief, and then the chief made sure everyone had enough to eat, so the village chief's rape is a rape that lets the raped eat their fill. It's much better than the rapes from before! Everyone feels that it's still better to be raped by the village chief.
I said, “Then why doesn't that woman resist? And besides, you are all victims too, so why don't you help this woman?” The villagers looked at me as if I were an alien and said, “Resist! How could we not resist! Resist this one and the new one will be the same. In our village nobody can control the chief; whoever becomes chief is like this! Besides, the village militia and security patrol are all the chief's people. They've got knives and guns. Better a poor life than a good death—who doesn't want to live!”
I said, “Then you don't even dare curse him? You just keep completely silent?” The villagers said, “Curse him? Who can out-curse the village chief? He has the loudspeaker. He'll broadcast your family's dirty laundry over the radio and explain all his reasoning, and then who in the village would believe you?”
I said, “Then you can report him.” The villagers said, “Report him? Our village rules say that in recent years the main thing is to solve the problem of having enough to eat and eating well. Things that come up in the course of solving this main problem can be put aside and not discussed; when everyone is eating very well, they'll naturally be solved. Only when the granaries are full do people learn propriety—what matters more, survival or not being raped? Of course survival rights come first. Besides, once people are full and warm they think of lust. Rape—this is the inevitable labor pain that comes with having enough to eat; it's determined by the village's actual conditions. What's there to make such a fuss about?”
I asked the raped woman, “Don't you feel that your human rights and dignity are being violated?” Panting underneath, the woman said, “What's human rights and dignity? I don't understand. I only know that him pressing down on me and messing with me like this is wrong. I'm tired, it hurts, I feel awful, and he still doesn't pay me.”
I said, “How can the quality of the people be this low!” A villager beside me sneered, “You think you're so smart, but the chief's village-governing strategy is a whole system. You have to look at problems in a connected way, not in isolation. If the chief wants to rape us at will, first, he has to feed us, so we'll be grateful to him; second, he has to give us ideals, telling us things will get better if we follow him; third, he has the militia and security patrol to protect him; fourth, he has the loudspeaker and wall newspaper to publicize for him and help him criticize disobedient commune members. There's one more thing: he made the village primary school charge fees, so lots of people can't afford to go to school, so they don't understand human rights and dignity, so they don't have all the ideas you do, and then the chief can rape in peace and quiet. As for those children who do finish school, they're usually from the chief's clan or have received his favor, so they won't oppose him. There are a few poor kids with promise, but as soon as they graduate, the chief puts them in the village committee or village-run enterprises, where the待遇 is very good, so they're all deeply grateful to the chief. On top of that, the chief has stuffed them with plenty of rape education. These intellectuals—the women want to devote themselves to the chief, and the men want to help hold down the legs while he rapes. Who would still have the wild thoughts you have? That way, say the village has a hundred people: eighty are uneducated illiterates, and of the twenty who are educated, most become part of the chief's camp. Tell me, if there are one or two unruly ones left, what waves can they make? So in our village, everything serves to make the chief's rape reasonable.”
I said, “Then are you willing to go on being raped like this forever?” The villagers said, “It's not as pessimistic as you make it sound. The chief is still constantly improving. His eldest son stole grain from the village, and he broke his leg for it. Once, when the chief was drunk, he raped a little girl to death. After sobering up, he slapped himself several times and put himself in solitary confinement for three days without food. Look at how he rapes now—his movements are very civilized. He even put his army coat under the woman being raped, the chief knows to wear a condom, and he's very much in step with international standards, doing it like foreigners in videotapes, shouting 'yeah, yeah.' So we have reason to believe tomorrow will be better.”
I said, “Then you just watch as the victim suffers this painful violation?” The villagers said gravely, “Yes, we've been working hard to solve this problem. Some radical people think the raped woman should struggle hard to overthrow the chief, but that could easily intensify contradictions and affect the hard-won situation of unity and stability in the village. More people think struggling can't solve her present suffering; on the contrary it may make it worse, and it would also affect the whole village's development. Since reality is like this, and we can't change it quickly, we can only let nature take its course and reach a consensus: this raped woman should acknowledge that she is a weak group, acknowledge that this is an inevitable phenomenon, a brief labor pain, and not struggle. She can change to a more comfortable position, actively cooperate with the rape, regard the village chief as a good man who brings happiness to every one of us, and go along with his movements. That way it won't be painful, and she may even experience joy!”
At this point, hearing our discussion go more and more off the rails, the village chief said to the principal of the village primary school beside him, “These people have too much time on their hands after eating their fill. The moment their mouths are idle they start talking nonsense. Go tell them some experts have proven that Yue Fei was a woman and his mother was a man.”
As soon as the villagers heard the primary school principal say that, they forgot all about arguing with me and immediately began red-facedly debating with the principal over whether Yue Fei was male or female. One villager gave the chief a thumbs-up: “The chief is really democratic—he even brings such an important issue out into the open for us to debate with the principal. In the past we wouldn't even have dared think about it. This shows we really do have democracy!” The village chief smiled faintly. Taking advantage of their being distracted by the Yue Fei debate, he finished another rape, swallowed another blue pill, pulled over another young girl, and got to work again.
Amid this lively scene, Li Lao'er suddenly understood everything. He understood so clearly that he felt lonely, felt afraid, felt sorry for himself. Li Lao'er couldn't help wanting to cry out loud, but what blurted out of his mouth instead was, “Rags for sale—” The whole village froze for a moment, then looked at me with contempt.
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