According to the government in Beijing, Sayragul Sauytbay was guilty since birth and was supposed to spend her whole life in China, repenting and setting her transgression right. What horrific crime had Sayragul Sauytbay committed againts the CCP (Communist Party of China) and the Chinese people? Had she stolen, killed, or plotted a terrorist attack? No. Sayragul Sauytbay's only crime was being born a Kazakh on Chinese soil.
Sayragul was born in East Turkestan, an area that has been home to a predominantly Uighur population, but also to Mongolians, Kyrgyzstanis, Tartars, and the second-largest group, the Kazakhs. In 1949, China violently annexed the whole region, which was strategically advantageous, and Mao renamed it the Autonomous Region of Xinjiang (New Frontier). In her shocking book, Sayragul shows us very clearly exactly how much autonomy the indigenous people of the region had.
Despite all that happened to her later in life, Sayragul is convinced she has been born lucky. At least, she knew how to dodge death. As she muses about her childhood in the village, about her parents and many siblings, she vividly remembers her multiple encounters with death. She was not even one-year old when the basket she was in fell off a camel's back and tumbled down into a gourge. To all the villagers' disbelief, she was unscathed, sleeping peacefully. When she was two, she fell asleep in a cave teeming with poisonous snakes; not one of them bit her. She cheated death again when she was five, and so it seems that death was willing to let her cheat for many years to come. This luck, together with Sayragul's remarkable resilience, was what drove her through the hell her life had become.
Her book is written like a diary. She gives the reader more than a glimpse into her personal life. At first, I was impatient, constantly asking myself, "But when will she finally get to the camps?" Then, however, I became fascinated by her whole story. It was the little details from one woman's daily life that gave me the graphic picture of a whole ethnic group being deliberately and mercilessly exterminated. It is her thoughts, her beautiful descriptions that made my heart ache for her.
Sayragul was a smart, ambitious girl. She did not care about boys and marriage; she went on to study medicine, and at university she first encountered discrimination and prejudice. By the time, Deng Xiaoping's slightly more relaxed regime was over, and the CCP was slowly driving China back towards Maoism. "70% of what Mao did for the country was good," the new propaganda boomed. "The rest are insignificant mistakes." Sayragul remembers how each paper she submitted, no matter its subject, had to extol the accomplishments of the CCP or there was no chance of receiving a high mark, how the Chinese students spied on the Kazakh and Uighur ones. (Soviet Union, is that you?) Then, as she found a well-paid job at a hospital, she came to realize that while all patients are equal, indigenous patients are less equal.
But the real shock came when she was called back to her village to tend to her ill mother. The government in Beijing had already started building an invisible wall around East Turkestan. What more, it had launched a project to Sinicise China’s most resource-rich province. It paid Han Chinese people to move to the region and allowed them to have two children. The Chinese came; they took over all the lucrative jobs, and the indigenous population grew even more impoverished. The number of Chinese policemen and guards increased; they stole the animals of the villagers, who managed to survive only through farming, at a whim. The springs around the village were now polluted with chemicals. The behavior of the people changed too. The Kazakhs of the region, Sayragul remembers, had been social and musical. Now they were closed, their minds as beleaguered as the overexploited countryside around them. Out of poverty and desperation, the young men went to work in the new mines and rapidly deteriorated into invalids. But the worst was yet to come.
Since Sayragul could not find a job as a doctor in the village, she became a teacher of Chinese for Kazakh students. Thus, in July 2002, she went on a four- week training course in the regional capital of Ghulja, where teachers from the eleven administrative divisions had been brought together, and met her handsome future husband, Uali, who at the time was pursued by two other beautiful women but who fell in love with Sayragul at first sight; they married after two years of his courting her.
Meanwhile, one political campaign followed hard on the heels of another. The CCP introduced a new subject, “Xinjiang”: a history lesson that was "like a stuck record," writes Sayragul. Xinjiang is an inseparable part of China. And not just since Mao — apparently, the Kazakhs and Uighurs of the province have been Chinese for centuries. Thanks to the influence of the Chinese, the kids at school read, the primitive Uighurs and Kazakhs in that remote region with its backwards culture had learned to live like normal, civilised human beings.
In addition to brainwashing, the Party literally shut the mouths of indigenous people: Sayragul was horrified to find out that Chinese kindergarten teachers put sticky tape over the mouths of her son and the other children who spoke Kazakh.
After Islamic terrorists attacked the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon on September 11 2001, Beijing announced a "global war on terrorism." This was a flimsy reason to clamp down on East Turkestan more brutally than ever. Islam merely served as a suitable pretext to eradicate Uighur and Kazakh culture. Suddenly, reading the Koran, being Muslim, or simply not having a Chinese name was enough to be suspected of terrorism. Beijing was deliberate sowing hatred and fear of Kazakhs and Uighurs among the Han Chinese. Tyranic governments can survive only with the help of extensive propaganda, after all, and it needed some support for the mass genocide it was going to conduct.
In 2009, after an Uighur girl was raped by Chinese men, a riot broke out. Thousands of Uighurs held a large-scale demonstration to protest against discrimination and unremittingly harsh treatment by the government. It was a relatively peaceful demonstration until Chinese operatives, dressed in plain clothes and carrying sticks and knives, attacked their own Chinese compatriots, trying to stir up more conflict and give the other soldiers an excuse to crack down. The soldiers rolled their tanks into the crowd, crushing innocent by-passers, and by the time they were finished, the streets were running with blood and littered with body parts. The next evening the CCP sent plain-clothes officers door to door at night, prohibiting Han Chinese families from stepping outside for the next two days, or from opening the windows or drawing the curtains. Other ethnic groups were not informed. They went about their business like always, suspecting nothing. What followed next was a widespread “purge” in which many innocent Uighurs and Kazakhs were killed. The brutal incident was reported on TV, but was depicted simply as a riot by Uighur terrorists. The words “Uighur” and "terrorist” were now constantly linked so that people would think they were the same thing. The daughter of a friend, Sayragul writes, worked at a crematorium. On the evening of the uprising, she had seen soldiers bring countless human bodies to the crematorium on military trucks and dump them out like rubbish. Among the dead bodies, there were many injured people, crying for help. The police tipped them into the furnace together with the corpses. Yes, we are not talking about the Middle Ages. We are talking about the 21st century.
The invisible wall Beijing had impreceptibly built around East Turkestan now stood in plain view, high and insurmountable. Uali and the children had barely managed to escape to Kazahstan (Sayragul was forbidden to leave because, as a headteacher in a kindergarten, she was considered a governmental worker) when the Party closed the borders and cut off East Turkestan from the rest of the world. Indigenous people could not travel; they could not make calls abroad or chat with anyone outside China on WeChat (the Chinese WhatsApp); their passports were confiscated. But the worst was yet to come.
During a big teacher conference that Sayragul attended, senior Party officials informed them that the CCP was setting up "re-education centers" for indigenous people. They assured the teachers that there was nothing to be afraid of, but Sayragul had long realized that when the Party said that everything would be fine, it actually meant there were a hundred reasons to be alarmed.
It would not a life anymore. It was survival in a constant state of fear. If this was just a harmless integration program, why were people disappearing at night? And how would an eighty-something woman with a college degree benefit from it? Sayragul would soon learn the answers to this troubling questions. After a series of nightly interrogations about her husband, who is labeled a traitor, during which she was beaten and yelled at, she would end up in a camp herself — surprisingly, not as a prisoner but as a teacher and translator.
While I read her description of the camp, I could not believe that such horrors can be possible in modern society. To Sayragul, the prisoners looked like the living dead. They were beaten and crammed into urine- and excrement-filled cells until there was barely any room to move a limb. They were forced to confess to crimes they have never comitted and then were beaten once more for punishment. In the "classroom," Sayragul taught them Chinese customs in a snappish voice — just as she had been instructed. (She had signed her own death sentence, according to which every mistake of hers would be punished with death.) Imagine teaching those sick, ematiated, starved, beaten, raped people Chinese marriage customs! Guards with machine guns were watching the prisoners' every move. Those who did not sit straight, who missed even a word of the praises, such as "Without the CCP there would not be New China," they were supposed to parrot, who dared to stare, who dared to breathe in a un-Chinese way, was dragged to the black room. Yes, the camp had its own torture room, equipped with electric chairs, "[t]asers and police cudgels in various shapes and sizes: thick, thin, long, and short, [i]ron rods used to fix the hands and feet in agonising positions behind a person’s back, designed to inflict the maximum possible pain," implements used to pull out fingernails and toenails, a long stick with a sharpened end used for jabbing into a person’s flesh etc. We are not talking about the age of the Inquisition. We are talking about modern China, about year 2018.
The prisoners, as well as Sayragul, were also experimented on. Pills were literally forced down their throats. Sayragul was supposed to take them too, but a nurse – the only member of the camp staff to show any humanity whatsoever – warned her they were poisonous, designed to make the men sick and the women infertile. The Party's final goal was not to turn those people into obedient tools of the state, which was obviously impossible; it was to exterminate them.
When in charge of examining the meticulously kept prisoner medical records the camp staff kept, Sayragul noticed that every strong, healthy person had a red "X" on his record. She also noticed that exactly those people disappeared mysteriously at night. Soon she found out why: they were used either as slave labor in the interior of the vast country or were killed for organs. That's when she realized why so many healthy human organs were available for medical students at university. The Chinese government sold most of them to the countries of the Middle East, where people preferred to receive the organ of another Muslim.
Sayragul never lost hope she would made it out of the camp alive. The moment she saw the unspeakable horrors for the first time, she comitted herself to remembering everything to the smallest detail so that she would tell the world later. For instance, she remembered the paper she was shown by smug Chinese official, a classified Beijing document explaining the government's Three- Step plan:
Step One: 2014–2015: Assimilate those who are willing in Xinjiang, and eliminate those who are not.
Step Two: 2025–2035: After assimilation within China is complete, neighbouring countries will be annexed.
Step Three: 2035–2055: After the realisation of the Chinese dream comes the occupation of Europe.
This sounds like an excerpt from a sick horror novel. But this idea is actually nurtured by the madmen from the CCP. "This is not a nightmare. This is reality," is the message Sayragul, this extraordinary brave woman, wants to convey. It's not the Chinese people who want to exterminate an ethnic group and conquer the world; it's the perverted government in Beijing that is responsible for shattering lives. They can and have to be stopped, but had any of the big Western firms such as Microsoft, Bosch, Adidas, and Lacoste, which benefit from slave Kazakh and Uighur labor, lifted a finger? Siemens keeps supplying crucial infrastructure, among other things, to the camps where innocent people are held against their will, monitored 24/7, and tortured. That's not how you stop such a great evil from enveloping the world. That's not how you battle the mad government of the scariest modern surveillance state. That should not be the only result of Sayragul's suffering. Her courage to withstand torture and death threats both in China and in Kazahkstan, one of the corruption-ridden states that are so indebted to the vast empire next door that was ready to deliver Sayragul back to the Chinese secret police (which would have happened had not Serikzhan Bilash, the founder of Atajurt, an organisation dedicated to saving Kazakh and Uighur people imprisoned in China's modern-day concentration camps, raised hue and cry for the whole world to hear), has to change something.
This book is a gallery of nightmares. I finished it yesterday and had trouble sleeping the whole night. There was blood, blood, blood everywhere around me, just like the blood Sayragul saw all over the tortured victims of the Party's "re-education." But the chilling, unfathomable fact is that my nightmare is someone else's reality. According to the estimations made by the United Nations and humanitarian organizations, in 2019 three million indigenous people were prisoners in those camps of hell. Confronted with satellite images, Beijing akcnowledged the existence of this so-called "re-educational centers." However, acknowledgement does not mean change. Who knows how many innocents are being tortured in those camps today? Are they four million already? Maybe five? It's not the Kazakh girl raped by three policemen in front of all the rest of her imprisoned, tortured compatriots that has to be re-educated. It's the leaders of the CCP.
Sayragul Sauytbay's book is a must-read. For everyone. It doesn't matter that this will be the most hair-raising read of your whole life. It doesn't matter that you have a weak stomach. Beijing is trying to silence all witnesses. We have to read Sayragul's testimony because the only way to help is to raise worldwide awareness.