Mar. 27, 2020

MY ENCOUNTER WITH AN AMERICAN PERVERT IN CHINA

 

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.