As both a volunteer and a teacher of students with special needs, I’ve experienced all-levels of “POOR". Having traveled, both in America and in other countries, I thought I’d seen “POOR” at its very-worst but…I was wrong.
On my journey of ALL THE WALL, I spent TIME among China’s POOREST OF THE POOR. I depended on THE POOR for water, peanuts, shelter, and directions. I’ve never known kinder hearts or more-giving people…anywhere. The average Chinese in China’s remote countryside receives approximately 35 renminbi each month (approximately $ 4.25 American dollars). I could detail the many horrible and dreadful conditions I’ve seen; the appalling sights I've been unable to erase from my memory yet the POOR in China have a creative talent--- especially during emergencies—that can only be described as: priceless.
Her name is Qian Hongyan but most people know her as the “BASKETBALL GIRL”. She was just another four-year- old girl, living in a very poor and remote village of Yunnan Province until a severe traffic accident robbed her of both legs and hips.
Months after healing from 4 major surgeries, she was still unable to do anything but lie in bed. Her grandfather-- determined to give his granddaughter much-needed balance and mobility---designed a pair of wooden hand grips as her “walkers” then cut a Basketball in half to stabilize her lower body.
From that moment on….she had freedom to move, go inside and outside, interact with everyone in the village, and share her smile! She showed people the “other” side of being disabled….the side that says “I’m strong and determined, and I don’t have time to be a victim”.
People began talking about the amazing “BASKETBALL GIRL”. Writers and photographers visited the small village in Yunnan Province and, in just a few days, Qian Hongyan became a celebrity. Her unique story spread around the world and--before long—she was invited to visit the China Rehabilitation Research Center in Beijing to be fitted for new legs. Soon after receiving her new legs, Qian Hongyan joined a swim club for the disabled, sponsored by THE YUNNAN PROVINCIAL FEDERATION FOR THE DISABLED. It was the first of its kind in China.
Today, Qian Hongyan is a confident and pretty young woman in her early twenties. People around the world know her, follow her success, and some send money to help her and her family. She is a competitive swimmer with many trophies and medals to her credit. She continues to “work out” at the pool at least four hours each day. Now that’s she’s all-grown-up, she no-longer needs to wear her faithful “Basketball”. Instead, with many friends and a very-active social life, Qian Hongyan prefers to wear the latest in adult, prosthetic legs, which are designed especially for Qian Hongyan’s disability. She’s become a major role model for the disabled…everywhere.
Most Americans are smart. I certainly consider myself to have above-average intelligence yet--here we are--well-aware of our enemy's tricks--both past and present, and as their dirty deeds accelerate-- I'm askng what's being done to stop them!?!? If we allow the 20/20 election to be a win for even one Liberal, then we might as well give- up our guns, accept defeat, and prepare to DIE.
The Heartless LEFT IS also smart. For decades, they’ve been carefully stealing from AMERICA... one small inch at a time....while America's Most Loyal keep working-hard to live productive lives and to faithfully-follow the laws of the land.
I give them credit. Liberals/The Left/The Democrats (whatever you call them) are experts at picking our pockets, stealing our money, controlling our financial resources-- including Social Security-- while we---forever-trusting---watch Liberals “buy” election after election in their successful "take-over" of AMERICA AND THE AMERICAN PEOPLE.
For years, with the Media in their hip-pocket, DEMOCRATS created FAKE NEWS to keep us worried-sick about the Russians, the Chinese, the illegals pouring over our Southern Border, and Global-Warming. THE NASTY LEFT diverted our attention by scaring us with Terrorist Attacks were so cleverly-orchestrated. NEVER DOUBT…everything Liberals do is part of a large and deadly plan. THEY ARE AMERICA’S REAL ENEMY.
A FEW YEARS AGO, they stirred up racism. They kept Americans angry-fighting-mad with people of color; with Black Lives Matter; with illegal aliens; with liberal education; with Obama-Care; with the declining job market; and on and on. It was all a HUGE diversion while Liberals in Congress fattened their wallets negotiating big deals, behind closed doors, of course.
What a perfect plan. Keep the American People (the slaves) side-tracked with intense drama, major crisis, rising medical debts, and frightening news; keep the middle-class over-worked; and keep older people on very- limited incomes. Unable to afford doctors, hospitals, or medical treatment… old people might "give up" and---die.
And, be sure to keep raising the costs of basic needs like groceries, medicines, gas, utilities, and housing --- while decreasing the availability of jobs. Interesting how the "lower" class, even illegals.... keep receiving more and more government benefit----free education-- free phones--free health care and--free rides to the voting stations!
We've been so busy trying to “keep-up” with the "cost of living" ----we haven't had time to notice that EVIL IS STEALING AMERICA OUT FROM UNDER US!
CALL THE LEFT/DEMOCRATS/LIBERALS EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE: EVIL AND MAD. THEY DIDN’T SUCCEED IN DESTROYING OUR PRESIDENT WITH THE RUSSIAN HOAX OR THE 45 MILLION-DOLLAR MUELLER REPORT OR THE BIG IMPEACHMENT OR WITH THEIR ENDLESS LIES.
THEY'RE ANGRY THAT TRUMP’S SUCCESSFUL ECONOMY IS REAL AND IMPOSSIBLE FOR THEM TO “TEAR DOWN” BUT...WHAT IF …THIS MASSIVELY-WEALTHY EVIL COULD SHUT-DOWN AMERICA AND DESTROY ITS ECONOMY... WITH A DEADLY VIRUS...EVEN A PANDEMIC?!?!?!? WHO CARES IF INNOCENT PEOPLE GET SICK, LOSE THEIR JOBS, OR DIE?!?!? WHO GIVES A DAMN IF AMERICA SUFFERS A RECESSION OR A DEVASTATING DEPRESSION?!?!?
WHY BE CONCERNED IF LIFE-- AS WE’VE KNOWN IT--STOPS OR PERMANENTLY ENDS?!?!?!? FOR EVIL, THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS... WINNING.
No, this isn't me "airing" my wildest fantasy...and its not some fictitious chapter from a long-ago episode of The Twilight Zone.
I simply want you to stay alert, keep thinking, and....
In 1994, I returned to China at the request of China’s Education Ministry. China’s only Broadcasting Institute was searching for an American to train Chinese students as CCTV (China Central Television) News Anchors and Professional Talk Show Hosts. Because of my extensive Broadcasting background, I was selected to be that American. After accepting the position, I was assigned the title of China’s First American Communications Specialist.
At the same time, Kerr McGee-- an American oil company based in Houston, Texas---contacted me about teaching English to their Beijing Staff. Knowing that The Broadcasting Institute would only require me to teach a total of 10 hours each week, I accepted their offer too. I could certainly use the extra money!
Kerr McGee assigned me a large room with every aid imaginable for teaching their Chinese Staff. Next door to my classroom/office, was the office of an American Man named Ray who served as the company’s off-shore drilling manager. It didn’t take long for Ray to introduce himself, brag about being single, and mention his 20,000 dollar-a-month salary. Something about Ray bothered me. Maybe it was his large stomach; perhaps it was his greasy hair; but, probably, it was the way he smiled when he described his wife’s death in a car crash. I kept him at arm’s length for months. I sensed something very “dark” about him.
One afternoon, several weeks after meeting Ray, I looked up to see a young Chinese girl standing in the doorway of my classroom. Without introducing herself, she asked where she could find Ray; she must see him immediately. She was a young Chinese, possibly in her early teens, dressed in bright orange shorts, knee-high leather boots, and a halter top. Her hair was dyed pink and her face was covered in thick, dramatic makeup. In addition, she had a pierced nose and multiple studs in her lips and tongue. Possible most shocking of all were the multiple tattoos of monkeys, monsters, lightning rods, and crosses... that dominated her chest, arms, and upper thighs. I couldn’t imagine any respectable Chinese family allowing their daughter to look so blatantly -cheap.
Just as she turned to leave, Ray walked in. Within seconds he had kissed the young girl passionately on the lips, patted her on the butt, and “tweaked” both her breasts. Sitting there, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The look on my face must have been a dead-give-away. I was totally horrified with the live-performance being acted-out in front of me. I watched as Ray handed her a wad of dollars, told her to be careful about spending it, then warned her to fix dinner later that evening….or else. The girl grabbed the money with one hand as she ran her other hand down the front of his pants, giggled, and left.
Ray pulled up a chair and, almost boastfully, explained that the Chinese Girl, Mae Lee, was his adopted daughter. He described feeling lonely when the oil company first moved him from Houston to a small village near Hong Kong. He talked about missing his grown children back in Houston, about being sad over the death of his wife then---about his decision to adopt a Chinese girl. I listened in disbelief as Ray described his need for the companionship of someone very young; someone he could raise “from scratch” and train, like a dog, to obey him.
I listened, shocked to be in the presence of such a warped mind who so-calmly justified his insanity. Ray was a seriously-sick, sexual pervert. I’d never met a man who bragged about buying a four year old girl from a poor Chinese family for the sum of three hundred American dollars. This grown man was so proud of himself as he described purchasing a four-year old child for sex!
Ray talked frankly and openly about the girl, how he taught her to speak English, how he trained her, sexually, by watching porn films. When I asked about her studs, tattoos, hair color and outrageous outfit, he laughed. He said she looked exactly like he wanted her to look….like a young slut. He paid her well to cook, clean the house, and entertain him….and someday, when he decided to leave his present job and return to America….he would leave her in China. He assured me that Mae Lee would be financially secure when he eventually “moved on”.
Sometimes, the world overwhelms me. I’ve seen--and heard-- and experienced—far-too-much. Sometimes I wish I lived in a protective bubble---far from people---far from the stark reality of sick, perverted minds. If only I could forget about all the sexually-sick people who so-selfishly destroy the innocence of youth.
From My Book: THE BEAUTY QUEEN. This excerpt is for those of you who haven't read my book. Some of you might believe my critics and think I'm just another Self-Centered, Crown-Chasing, Spotlight-Seeking, Prima-Donna....Bitch.
"From childhood.... I learned what it’s like to be bullied, resented, unloved, and controlled. Even growing up---hasn’t changed the negative attitudes I’ve experienced throughout my life. Yet, not one person can every accuse me of seeking revenge; of purposely hurting others in retaliation.
The “Beauty Queen Life” began my sophomore year at Lindenwood College for Women, in St. Charles, Missouri. It was early May, a few weeks before the end of school. That particular night, a hall monitor came to my room to say I had a phone call waiting. It was my mother and…she was full of news.
Having read that I'd recently won the Young Artists Contest, the Jaycee President from my home town, called my mother to ask for my phone number. Fearing I would decline the Jaycees’ invitation to be in their first beauty pageant, my mother signed the entry forms, officially entering me in the pageant. When I tried to protest she interrupted, “Stop thinking about you all the time. You’ll be in this pageant if I have to drag you on stage!”
The idea of competing in a beauty pageant made me ill; I could predict my critics’ resentment and possible retaliation. Since my earliest school days I experienced bullying from several classmates, some teachers, and a few so-called friends. It seems that my accomplishments---winning a vocal competition, being voted prettiest/ most poised by high school classmates, and having my own weekly television show--- caused females of all ages to attack me with hostility and jealousy. My mother and her gossipy-phone friends enjoyed sharing the various names my enemies called me, like: stuck-up-bitch, queenie, and snob.
I still remember the afternoon I audition for the high school choir. After singing portions of different songs, I watched as the female choir director closed the piano and in a cold, dismissive manner said: “I am not letting you sing in my choir this year. You have a solo mentality and act like you're someone special. That has to change before I allow you in my choir.”
Within weeks of that stinging criticism, the Pollyanna Club (a high school social club for girls) voted on new members. I learned later that-- before the final vote-- a member named Patsy Pettus spoke-out against me to the membership, saying “Sally Miller is a stuck-up bitch who thinks she’s pretty.” Following those words, she blackballed me.
The vote was historic; no Pollyanna Club member had EVER blackballed a prospective member. That evening I received phone calls from club members and their parents, apologizing for the blackball vote. I appreciated the phone calls and show of support but all the apologies in the world couldn't change the final outcome.
The following year I received invitations to join both the choir and the Pollyanna Club. Yes, I politely accepted the invitations but......hurt feelings never forget."