My Freedom and What It Means to me? Happy 4th of July!
I am the first generation in my family to be born in America. It was a blessing and huge undertaking for my grandfather, my father and my mother to leave their native country to go live in another land that was totally foreign without knowing anyone, their language and customs, or how and where to live.
I think about some of the stories my mother has shared with me about my family in China, and how they lived and survived during the Japanese invasion of China from 1937 to 1945. (Also known as the War of Resistance against Japan.) Like many families in China, the only way to escape the Japanese occupation was to run and hide.
It is still very painful for my mother to talk about the years of running, hiding, starvation, seeing needless death along with seeing loved ones die in front of her eyes. She saw people killed as though they were nothing more than insects being crushed under a boot.
During these tough years, my mother was a young girl at the age of 8. She spent the next 9 years of her life running with her immediate and extended family of 30 people living in caves hiding from gunfire, killing and brutalizing of her beloved country. One of the Japanese’s main tactics to overtake China was to cut off China’s food source to the Chinese.
For years my mother and her family survived on an ounce of food daily, which was comprised of one cup of rice cooked with a gallon of water, known as congee. This was to be divided among 30 people. Even to this day, my mother doesn’t like to eat congee. It reminds her too much of her hardship during the war.
During those years of invasion, the Japanese military regime killed approximately 10 million people of which 6 million were Chinese.
The war finally ended in 1945, leaving many families displaced, missing or killed. My mother’s family had to piece back whatever they could find. It took years to rebuild their country, and start to feel safe again.
How did my mother find her way to America? At the age of 18, my maternal grandfather arranged for her to be married to my father in 1946. My father then was 28 years old, and he wanted to start a family. He wrote to his mother asking her to look for a wife for him.
Back in those years it was not unusual for women to be married after an introductory meeting. My mother was married at the age of 18 after meeting my father just once. She couldn’t protest, nor was her opinion asked or was she given a choice. Back in those years, women were considered a commodity, and there were no choices or voices to be heard.
My father was on a visa at the time that wouldn’t allow him to stay in China for very long after the wedding. He went back to America and started the process to sponsor my mother to come to America. It took 4 years before my mother was allowed into the country.
How did my father make his way to America? My father immigrated to America in 1932 during the US Great Depression when his mother sent him to join his father when he was 14 years old. Due to economic scarcity in China, it was common practice for men to leave their families behind in China to find work in other countries. The majority of these men found their way to South America, Africa and the USA. The ones that came to USA participated in the gold rush during the 1840’s, and when those days were over, they looked for work with the Transcontinental Railroad in the 1880’s. Whatever money they could afford to give up was sent back home to support their families.
Life for my father wasn’t easy in America. He worked very hard. He had to learn a trade, and the only job he could find was working at a cousin’s laundry business. At the same time, he learned to speak and write English, and even attended high school for a short time. Within two years of his arrival, my grandfather passed away due to complications of diabetes. My father became an adult at the age of 16 after his father’s passing.
Reluctantly, my mother left her homeland of China in 1953 to join my father in America who had just opened up a laundry business. Soon after, they started a family.
Today, my mother has lived in America for almost 65 years, and is living the “American Dream.” She has a comfortable home, enough to eat, and her prized possessions are her children, having running water, a kitchen and a toilet in her home.
My dad passed away in 1993 at the age of 72 years old from a heart attack. We think of him everyday along with my brother who passed away 4 years ago at the age of 52 due to lung cancer.
I think about what my mother went through, and where she is today. She is 84 years old. Even though the war ended 70 years ago, she has never gotten over the effects of what the war did to her. To this day, she still gets nervous if she has to make quick decisions involving movement and change. She probably has some level of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but overall, she is living the “American Dream.”
My sisters and brothers are thankful and blessed that she is still with us today.
What Does Freedom Mean to Me? Anyone who has the courage and the bravery to leave their country to seek freedom without being persecuted for their religion, the color of their skin, sexual orientation, economic status and more. Thank you, United States of America.
About the writer – Helen Chin Lui is a certified Reflexologist and a certified Energy Medicine Practitioner. She is the owner and founder of the HealingPlaceMed since 2006. Helen specializes helping people of all ages to find relief from chronic digestive disorders, chronic pain and balances hormones naturally.
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