MY FACE-TO-FACE ENCOUNTER IN CHINA...WITH A-SEXUAL--PREDATOR...FROM AMERICA.
It was 1994 when I returned to China at the request of China’s Education Ministry. China’s only Broadcasting Institute was searching for an American who could groom qualified students to serve China National Television as News Anchors and Professional Talk Show Hosts. Because of my extensive Broadcasting background, I was selected to be that American and was given the title of China’s First Foreign Communications Specialist.
At the same time, Kerr McGee-- an American oil company based in Houston, Texas---contacted me about teaching English to their Chinese Staff once I arrived in Beijing. I quickly accepted their offer to teach since my contract with the Broadcasting Institute only required me to teach 10 hours weekly. I would certainly need extra money to supplement my small salary with the Broadcasting Institute.
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 talk about 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, more-than-likely, it was his eagerness to describe his wife’s devastating 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-- a young teenage girl opened my classroom door and announced she needed to find Ray immediately. The young Chinese…possibly in her early teens…was dressed in short shorts, knee-high leather boots, and a halter top. Her hair was dyed pink and her face was covered in thick-theatrical makeup. In addition, she had a pierced nose and multiple studs in her lips and tongue. Possible the most shocking thing about her were the multiple tattoos of monkeys, monsters, lightning rods, and crosses that covered her body. I couldn’t imagine that any traditional Chinese family would allow their daughter to look so cheaply- bizarre.
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 of her nipples. 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. 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 and chair and, almost boastfully, explained that the Chinese Girl, Mae Lee, was his adopted daughter. He described feeling lonely when his oil company moved him from Houston to a small village near Hong Kong. He talked about missing his grown children back in Houston, and, repeated the horror of losing his wife in a fatal car crash before acknowledging his decision to adopt a Chinese child. I felt sick as Ray defending his reason for needing a very young girl; for needing someone he could raise “from scratch” and train, like a dog, to obey him.
I listened--feeling totally shocked to be in the presence of such a warped mind who insisted on 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. A grown man, purchasing a four year old child, for sex!
Ray talked frankly and openly about the girl and how he taught her to speak English. 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 oriental slut. He paid her well to cook, clean the house, and satisfy his "wants and needs"….and someday... when he decided to leave his present job and return to America...she would remain in China. Of course he patted himself on the back when he said he’d make certain Mae Lee was financiall
Believe me when I say... I want to run-away from people. Oh, how I would love to live in a protective bubble….far from people….far from the stark reality of warped-sick- minds. If only I could forget about the destructive-obsessive-sexually-perverted people--like Ray-- who feel no shame about destroying the young and the innocent.