This is a story of Zhao Xiaobai, then aged eleven, a soft-spoken woman with sad eyes. A few years before the Great Leap Forward her family left their native village in Henan to join a migration programme. Her father was made to break ice in the mountains but died of hunger in 1959. Her mother was too ill to work.
One of the local cadres came to the house, banging on the door to announce that slackers would not be fed. Another local bully came at night, pestering her mother for sexual favours. In the end, exhausted, her mother gave up and committed suicide.
Surrounded by strangers speaking an alien dialect, Zhao and her sister aged six ended up living with an uncle. ‘He was reasonable towards me, because I was old enough to go out and work. But he was not nice to my sister.
One day, as it was freezing, my sister came home empty-handed. So he beat her on the head, and she bled pretty badly.’
To protect her sister from her uncle’s abuse, Zhao took the six-year-old with her as she went to work like an adult, digging canals and ploughing fields. Here too she was unsafe. ‘Once, as I was working, I heard my little sister crying, and I saw somebody hurting her. Somebody was using sand balls to hit my sister, and she was surrounded by clumps of sand. Her eyes were covered in grit, and she just cried and cried.’
When asked how she had become the woman she is now, Zhao Xiaobai answered without hesitation: ‘Through suffering.’
—Frank Dikötter, Mao’s Great Famine