I’m a chinese from a rural village in Southern China. I stumbled upon this Sub and found that lot of people here never actual been to China, less likely they have been to rural China, which still take up most part of china. so I want to share what I’ve seen and heard over the last thirty years to show you a slice of the rural China—in real life. Not very good in English, please excuse the grammar mistakes.
I grew up in a small village in Southern China. a bit isolated. The population merely past 1,000. Everyone in the village have the same surname. As a kid, I thought the whole world had the same surname until like 7 or 8 years old, when a girl with a different surname move to our village, this thing reshaped my worldview, like, “there is actual other people outside our village?”
Beside being isolated, the village was dirt-Poor.
How poor? We had no Flush Toilet, no, no Flush Toilet, no underground pipe system. Every household had two big buckets. one for the liquid human waste, one for the solid waste, Aka fecal. when the liquid waste bucket was full, we took it out to the fields to water the crops. When the poop bucket was full, well, some with morality will carry it to a public pit. some would just dump it onto the street. one thing I learn about poverty, if you can’t afford food, you can’t afford morality. so, most go to the street.
so as a school child, commuting to school took extreme caution, you never knew what you may step on. the worse thing is, when it rain, the alley would became a small river of fecal and piss, you had to walk like a ballet dancer to avoid them.
The hygiene was bad, the education was worse. We had one class, one teacher. The teacher was short, we nickname him Mr shorttie, Mr shorttie only finished middle school, that already crown him the most educated person in the village. He taught writing, Math, and sport, basically everything. Mr shorttie had like six daughters, he beated his wife a lot because she can’t gave him a son to carry his blood line.
When I was in 6th grade, the government said we had to learn English. But Mr shorttie only knew the 26 letters of the alphabet. So, He only teach the alphabet.
Mr shorttie had three teaching skills: the Belt whip, the Face slap, and the knee Kick. personally, I think the last one hurt the most.
Our school was just a brick house with a tile roof. When it rained, it leaked. Once, a typhoon took down a tree onto the roof, tiles rained down and smashed two kids. the school had no money to hire cleaners, so they hire us intead, zero pay, of course. We spent like a week to clean up the rubble.
My ancestors lived as white slaves in a backward part of Europe which was colonized for hundreds of years. My people have made contributions to Western civilization, but they pale compared to Western and Southern Europe. So I kind of think like this guy. Be grateful to those who invented science, technology, working economies and political systems, and made them truly great. Western, Central and Southern European men created the modern world, made billions of people worldwide healthier, wealthier and freer than they ever had been. Ask anyone from any other part of the world do you want to go live like your ancestors centuries ago? No honest person ever says yes unless they are living in a fantasy. ABN
Evan has made some good predictions based on inside information and many good analyses based on experience in the Middle East. His posts typically ignore ethnic, racial and religious loyalties, which is a limitation in my mind, but also a plus because it keeps his analyses free from those complexities. ABN
He is an independent voice, pro-Chinese and popular on TikTok. What he says here is fairly common and worth hearing if you are unfamiliar with this angle. ABN
The IDF was born from multiple Zionist t€rr0ri$t groups and two of I$r@€l’s prime minsters founded these organizations. You won’t hear about this in the MSM or American “history” books.
From money and mind control to manufactured wars — this is the reading list they never wanted you to find.
I’ve linked every book for you, just click each title to be taken directly to the most reliable source I recommend, so you’re getting the most accurate version possible. If you prefer to purchase it on Kindle, simply switch to that option on the page (I recommend buying paperback because retention is better!)
It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: a recommendation is not an endorsement of everything the author says. A lot of these authors will challenge everything you’ve been taught, and that’s the point. Just because something sounds crazy doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
Please share this list with everybody you absolutely can. The more people who wake up, the better. Information only becomes power when it’s passed on.
When I was a few weeks postpartum with my second child, I bundled us both up and waddled into the Fairfax County Circuit Court to testify against a man who had accosted my then-toddler daughter and I in a public bathroom while I was heavily pregnant.
When I arrived I was brought into a room with his other victims and found out he had assaulted a woman in the same bathroom. I suddenly felt I had been lucky.
The arresting officer who had also interviewed me weeks prior was clearly eager to do everything right to keep this guy off the street—he found additional witnesses, pulled surveillance footage, followed every step to the letter.
It was physically painful and difficult for me to even be there—trying to discreetly feed and soothe my two week-old for 6 hours on hard benches when we should both be home in bed. It was also terrifying discreetly breastfeeding in the same room as this monster.
When I finally took the stand, the attorney for the Commonwealth asked me if the man who was in the bathroom that day was in the room.
I paused, confused—because I knew what was going to happen next.
The courtroom had been packed all day but as case after case was handled, ours was the last one—now it was just the judge, court reporter, bailiff, the defendant, his lawyer, the Commonwealth attorney, and I.
The arresting officer wasn’t in the room. The other victim and her husband had been given a new court date and sent home.
I adjusted my baby against my chest and looked at her as she repeated the question: Do you see the man you reported to police in this room today?
Why was she doing this? What was she doing?
I was sweating in my oversized cashmere nursing sweater and I felt prickles down my back. Everyone was staring at me. I’m not a lawyer. She asked me a question… and she was “on my side” so I should answer it, right?
I adjusted my baby again to give myself a free hand—and I pointed to him.
And just as I expected, his lawyer immediately pointed out there was nobody else present in the courtroom who it could be and therefore we had violated his constitutional right to due process.
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