Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China

Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China by Jung Chang

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Authors: Jung Chang
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since my grandmother's youth, and young women were no longer confined to the four walls of their home.  It was socially acceptable for women to get a high school education.  However, boys and girls received different educations.  For girls the aim was to turn them into 'gracious wives and good mothers," as the school motto put it.  They learned what the Japanese called 'the way of a woman' looking after a household, cooking and sewing, the tea ceremony, flower arrangement, embroidery, drawing, and the appreciation of art.  The single most important thing imparted was how to please one's husband. This included how to dress, how to do one's hair, how to bow, and, above all, how to obey, without question.  As my grandmother put it, my mother seemed to have 'rebellious bones," and learned almost none of these skills, even cooking.
     
    Some exams took the form of practical assignments.
     
    such as preparing a particular dish or arranging flowers.
     
    The examination board was made up of local officials, both Japanese and Chinese, and as well as assessing the exams, they also sized up the girls.  Photos of them wearing prett3' aprons they had designed themselves were put up on the notice board with their assignments. Japanese officials often picked fiances from among the girls, as intermarriage between Japanese men and local women was encouraged. Some girls were also selected to go to Japan to be married to men they had not met.  Quite often the girls or rather their families were willing. Toward the end of the occupation one of my mother's friends was chosen to go to Japan, but she missed the ship and was still in JMzhou when the Japanese surrendered.  My mother looked askance at her.
     
    In contrast with their Chinese Mandarin predecessors, who shunned physical activity, the Japanese were keen on sports, which my mother loved.  She had recovered from her hip injury, and was a good runner. Once she was selected to run in an important race.  She trained for weeks, and was all keyed up for the big day, but a few days before the race the coach, who was Chinese, took her aside and asked her not to try to win.  He said he could not explain why.  My mother understood. She knew the Japanese did not like to be beaten by the Chinese at anything.  There was one other local girl in the race, and the coach asked my mother to pass on the same advice to her, but not to tell her that it came from him.  On the day of the race my mother did not even finish in the first six.  Her friends could tell she was not trying. But the other local girl could not bear to hold back, and came in first.
     
    The Japanese soon took their revenge.  Every morning there was an assembly, presided over by the headmaster, who was nicknamed "Donkey' because his name when read in the Chinese way (Mao-h) sounded like the word for donkey (mao-h).  He would bark out orders in harsh,
     
    guttural tones for the four low bows toward the four designated points. First, "Distant worship of the imperial capital!"  in the direction of Tokyo.  Then, "Distant worship of the national capital!"  toward Hsinking, the capital of Manchukuo.  Next, "Devoted worship of the Celestial Emperor!"  meaning the emperor of Japan.  Finally, "Devoted worship of the imperial portrait!"  this time to the portrait of Pu Yi. After this came a shallower bow to the teachers.
     
    On this particular morning, after the bowing was completed, the girl who had won the race the day before was suddenly dragged out of her row by "Donkey," who claimed that her bow to Pu Yi had been less than ninety degrees.  He slapped and kicked her and announced that she was being expelled.  This was a catastrophe for her and her family.
     
    Her parents hurriedly married her off to a petty government official. After Japan's defeat her husband was branded as a collaborator, and as a result the only job his wife could get was in a chemical plant. There were no pollution controls, and when my mother

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