Crossing the Line
Jeremy Wong
Since the day I gave up my family to join the Red Guards in serving the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution, I, Li-JiaMing knew my life would never be the same.
“Open up!” We shouted. This was my first time searching a stranger’s house. I had joined the Red Guards a few months ago traveling around to make revolutionary ties before making it to Shanghai and joining the Red Guard troop. I could practically feel my best friend, KaiChen sizzling with excitement. We all liked the power we had as Red Guards. “Communism is not love. Communism is a hammer which we use to crush the enemy.” - Mao Tse-Tung. People looked up to us, feared us, and wanted to be one of us. An old man opened the door, his face a pearly white. We barged in through the door, nearly knocking the old man off his feet. There were two other small children living in this comfy, wide spaced abode.