Bullets and Opium is as interesting to read as it is difficult to get through - the disgust at the proceedings feeding the righteous anger boiling within, looking to flow out, and yet nowhere to go as the injustice still stands.
It is difficult to look at contemporary China’s hegemony with quite the same eyes - or even their cultural products. For example I loved the film The Curse of the Golden Flower when I saw it, but is it quite as lovely still knowing it was the imprisoned innocent forced to work like slaves in awful conditions making the fancy costumes for the movie?
Some reviewers have complained that the names and stories get repetitive, but it's hardly surprising that people find it difficult remembering names that they’re not used to, and as for the repetition, it's that repetition itself which builds into a larger story of injustice and greed and the lie of totalitarian governments who say that they work for the people but really they don't give a rat’s ass about the people.
Because the thing is, the book is not just the story of the Tiananmen square massacre or China's response to it, but it is, as the author remarks himself, the vision of how China functions now - harsh repression of any difference of opinion, and the enslavement and exploitation of its poor and minorities. Can you say which big contemporary Chinese movie wasn’t made with slave labour? It's a tough question, and personally disconcerting as I like Chinese cinema, but how can I watch anything state-approved now without that tinge of knowledge that they might have made innocent people slave for this?
And it's not just China, this is all of the countries that turn the guns of their armies towards their own people when the people ask for something different and/or better. Reading the book, I could imagine the same things having happened in Russia and Belarus and Syria and so on - people coming out, and the government, incapable and unwilling to do anything actually for the people and not just for the powers in control of it, answering with harsh violence and idiotic vindictiveness, because all they care about is holding on to the power that lets them enjoy their lives beyond any mortal reserves.
I am lucky to live in a country where social movements are not answered with guns and torture. I am even luckier that when the Soviet Union fell, and my country got free, Soviet Union did indeed fall, and Gorbachev wasn't the kind of a man who only cared about personal gain and would go on such massacres (and, I guess, lucky also that other powers saw democracy as a chance to come into power which they then turned into oligarchy that evolved into the totalitarianism we have in Russia today so I guess lucky also to not have been born in a country with stronger lingering ties to Russia).
The most difficult part of the book is to see the sheer injustice and mindless violence that follows the crowd’s peaceful protest, but it’s comparably difficult to see how the fourth June survivors (who managed to survive both the massacre and the ensuing torture and imprisonment) were treated after their release by regular people who almost all seem to despise them. There’s a saying summing it up that gets tossed around several times, especially by the “thugs” - people despise poverty, not immorality.
There might be some complaints about objectivity - it is “just” people’s stories, based on their own and the author’s memories. There doesn't seem to be any fact-checking and if anybody remembered anything incorrectly, there's something incorrect here.
But even with that grain of salt, you can see the innocence of these people, the way it was often young people who didn't really know what they were doing, who just felt they wanted something better, or were filled with anger at what was happening (and wouldn't you be, seeing for example a mother drag along an 8 year old, shot dead by a soldier?), and then for the tiniest thing they did, were punished massively, often the charges just made up; and once released, the torture continued as society received them with despise, and secret police still hounded them, and they found their own bodies falling apart from the treatment in the hands of the police and the prisons, unable to find work or support themselves, their remaining life on this earth looking like an endless parade of misery.
The situation is further complicated as there are three sides criticised by these so-called "thugs", aka the working class people who participated in the protests and riots (because of course class matters, even in communism, because it's all a lie) - most obviously, the government and army, for the betrayal of what they were supposed to stand for; then the society that failed to welcome them back from prison, and had seemingly changed their allegiance from humanity to money; and then the students themselves, who according to many thugs had often little seeming care for their working class supporters and who escaped more easily and then wrote only about themselves.
And it’s not difficult to see the injustice when an interview with one of the student leaders shows all the ways he “broke” the law, and then was sentenced only for a year, while all the previous "thugs" had gone away for so much more (some over 15 years), if not outright executed.
But many of the “thugs” still swear by the students, seeing their role as the shining beacon that allowed the people to see that something was wrong; and as you dive into the second part of the book, it starts working almost like a repudiation of the argument, as you can see both the privileges the students had, and yet how that still wasn’t enough to save them.
Many of them suffered similar tortures, even if for shorter periods, and for many a return to civilian life was as humiliating and depressing as for the “thugs”, even if their education gave them a leg-up (but often in ways that act as a weight on their back). Many also couldn’t let go, just like the “thugs”, still speaking out in whatever form they could, often drawing more attention and troubles on their head, the author of the book himself an example before he managed to escape. Many of their lives are as miserable and broken as those of the “thugs”, even if some of them have more money and fame for their name.
But then the final chapter, about the effort to get Liu Xaobo and his wife Liu Xia to Germany before his death, shows exactly how difficult it is to save even one person, however privileged and respected they may be, so even though people got the prime minister of Germany, Angela Merkel, to personally take on the case and to talk for him to the paramount leader of china, Xi Jinping, and yet it's all for nought.
If there's no hope for a Nobel prize laureate, what hope is there for others?
And that's exactly what the Chinese communist government wants its people to feel - that the only salvation lies with them, and to err from the convoluted straight and narrow put down by them, is to not just be punished, but to be essentially a bad person (how many of the victims criticised themselves for “bringing this on their family”, like they were in the wrong …)
But that's exactly what makes this book powerful and important - to tell the stories of the people, and not the lie that those in power want us to believe so that they could continue staying in power.
Because whatever its flaws (and there are flaws - for one, the most glaring, the lack of interviews with women, and a somewhat missing larger political picture), but if those in power got their way, there would never be a book like this released anywhere.
We cannot let that stand.
And however difficult the truth is, we must bear witness.