I saw a new world. ...
This black American soldier, named Hall, is a first-class soldier in the Black Engineer Company of the 25th Division of the United States. In the second battle, the black engineering company collectively surrendered to the 39 th Army of the Volunteers. This process is very thrilling. At that time, they raised the white flag and the volunteers moved forward, ready to accept weapons. Unexpectedly, at this time, an American soldier shot down a volunteer soldier because of excessive tension. All black people immediately realized the danger of complete destruction. Surprisingly, however, instead of shooting, other volunteers tried to stabilize their emotions, stepped forward to shake hands with them and explained the prisoner policy to them. Successfully completed the surrender. Because of the high degree of calm and reason and strict discipline of the volunteers, the thrilling scene was saved. At that time, the brothers who moved all over Cheren shouted, cried and knelt down to pray desperately. . . . . .
After this incident, the American ruling class was not at ease with all the black troops. From then on, there were no separate black troops in the American army on the Korean battlefield, and all the black troops were dissolved and mixed with whites.
This hall is the one crying at that time. He said that it was the first time that I got to know the people of China. After all these experiences, I realize more and more clearly that the people of China are great people, great people, and you are really extraordinary!
The following is the voice from the heart of the black American soldier: China Volunteers have always been very polite to our prisoners and called us officers, but in my heart, they are not only enthusiastic friends, but also comrades in arms. I think, in today's world, only they are the people who understand our black people's sufferings best. It was also in the volunteer camp that I was treated as a human being, a comrade, not an animal for the first time in my life! . . . . .
My life is full of humiliation and pain. In my opinion, my biggest sin is that I was born black in America. My skin color is the root of all my misfortunes. . . . . . When I was a child, I was naive, walking in the street, and my mother hugged me tightly and forbade me to leave, for fear that I would bump into a white man and bring disaster. My parents had to send me to an orphanage because my family was poor. Once, my mother gave me a new coat. As soon as she left, the white boy ordered me to take off my coat and put on a worn one. I cried at that time. My brother also hugged me and tears rolled out. Others pulled him away, surrounded him, slapped him in the face, and then he became deaf. This is my childhood experience. Later, when I grew up and became a worker, the situation did not change much. I was insulted and beaten in order to enter restaurants and cafes. Gradually I learned my lesson. If the food doesn't come up in half an hour, I have to get up and leave. Once on a bus, I sat with a white man. He ordered me to leave, so I dodged. The white man said angrily, I have already said that one of us must leave! I put up with it and let it go. Then the white man stood up and kicked me off the chair. All the other white people laughed. Insulting countless whips whipped my heart, my head seemed to crack, and my whole body seemed to explode at once. I dragged the white man down the aisle, which was the first time I dared to resist the white man. I was fired. Later, I went to be an agricultural worker. I do the same job as white people here, but I am not allowed to eat in the house with others. I am treated like an animal. Soon, I lost my job again. I have been wandering for a year, boxing in amusement parks and boxing in cheap gyms, in fact, just to win others' laughter. Once I competed with a white man. Before the game, a man gave me 100 yuan to lose to the white man or kill me. This is the worst beating I have ever received, which made me lie in bed for half a month. I'm married, but I can't afford a wife and children. I barely stood up and went to boxing to earn some change. With this little money, I can support my wife and children and fight hunger myself, sometimes once a day, sometimes once a few days. I did all this without telling them. I joined the army under such circumstances. . . . . . This is my life as a black man. It made me suffer humiliation, sadness, disappointment and pain. This made me ask myself more than once: Why do human beings suffer so much? Why are some people so poor and others so rich? Why is a person's skin color a shame? Is there any place in the world that doesn't discriminate against blacks? . . . . . . I didn't get the answer. I think human beings may always be like this, and there is no place that does not discriminate against blacks.
However, I finally found the answers to these questions. I found the truth. Is there any place in the world that doesn't discriminate against blacks? Yes. This is in China, with volunteers. Only here can I see a new world I have never seen before! . . . . . . Of course, frankly speaking, after I was captured, my first observation was whether the Chinese discriminated against blacks. I have carefully observed the movements, words and even eyes of volunteers. In fact, volunteers are sincere, sympathetic and caring to us blacks. There is no such cursed phenomenon in our country. Moreover, whenever white people are impolite to us, whenever they refuse to play games with us and keep warm in a brazier with us, volunteers always patiently and kindly educate and convince white people with their thoughts. It was at this time that the high wall between us was gradually demolished; Our friendship, like a healthy seed, quickly germinated and grew up through the hands of volunteers in China. Perhaps these are trivial things for volunteers, but they are infinitely precious to us. Because in my life, in my unfortunate black brother's life, it is the first time to live a master's life. . . .
I also want to say one thing that moved me. Last summer, a black partner went swimming in the river and was in danger. At this time, a weak teacher in the prison camp immediately jumped into the river and swam to the torrent to save him, regardless of his own life. Finally got him out. At that time, we saw the teacher's thin body, and all the blacks present cried. You know, in America, no one cares about the death of a black man. A black man is more valuable here than his own life. So I said that the people of China are great people and noble people. In my opinion, the ideals that the Chinese Productive Party and the people of China strive for are completely justified and can really eliminate exploitation and oppression and change the unfortunate fate of black people. In the prison camp, I also carefully read some books on Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong. I think these are the only weapons to realize the complete liberation of black people. I also think that Mao Zedong is a very outstanding and great figure. Under his leadership, China Volunteers will achieve complete victory. My wish in my life is to fight side by side with the people of China, be a loyal comrade of the people of China, and fight for the complete liberation of the proletariat and blacks!
An American veteran who invaded the DPRK commented on a small volunteer soldier like this. The American veteran said that in a battle, he and more than 20 comrades were crushed by volunteers who looked like a group of savages in bloated cotton-padded jackets. When they became prisoners, they all thought to themselves that they must be dead this time. However, the volunteers who pursued the victory failed to control them, but only handed them over to some officers and men of the Korean People's Army who came behind and pursued them all the way.
He said that he felt a sense of security when he saw these North Korean soldiers with neat military appearance, well-equipped and civilized manners. However, when he and his captured comrades were driven off the road by these North Koreans, they were taken to an uninhabited ravine and ordered to stand in a row. He sneaked a look and found that these North Koreans had set up machine guns on the other side, and their eyes showed hatred. He suddenly understood: oh, my god! They are going to slaughter prisoners.
Just as he prayed to God in despair, God really appeared. A young volunteer who happened to pass by here discovered the impending tragedy. This little soldier is also in rags and scruffy. The little soldier seems very excited. He kept saying things that the American prisoners and the Korean People's Army couldn't understand, but they all understood what he meant, because he stood under the gun and protected the prisoners with his body.
The North Korean soldier who was going to kill them seemed to have to give up the action under the interference of the little volunteer soldier who kept waving a long and old rifle. The little volunteer who saved their lives seemed a little uneasy. He kept an eye on them until they met more volunteers, and the little soldier was officially handed over.
He said that when he found that everyone around him was from China, his tears came out, and he felt that his life was really guaranteed. He hoped to return to his home in California, his wife and his son who was under one year old.
For more than 50 years, whenever he heard something about China, he always prayed for a China man whose name he would never know: My God, my brother.
-This is the mighty teacher of civilization trained by Mao Zedong Thought with high consciousness and fighting capacity. It is no exaggeration to say that the level of consciousness of an ordinary soldier of the People's Liberation Army was higher than that of the Secretary of Defense of the United States who ordered the killing of fourteen-year-old children today. ?