Waiting and Watching, Hoping to Be Heard

Maureen Fan* | Washington Post | March 16, 2007

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/15/AR2007031501836.html


BEIJING On a recent Sunday night in an old neighborhood near the
South Railway Station, not far from several government departments,
a string of shacks and tents shielded hundreds of peasants who had
recently arrived in the capital to see the authorities.

In theory, it was a day of rest, since the receiving hall of the
Supreme Court and other government buildings were closed. But the
peasants, who had traveled here from across China, were just
beginning to prepare for the week. They had come to petition
authorities over grievances in their home towns -- in some cases
alleging official abuses that went back 30 years.

Wei Shougang, 61, of Shandong province, was rewriting an appeal for
compensation on behalf of his father, a former soldier who was
forced by illness to retire early and who died in poverty.

Yuan Jitang, 57, also of Shandong, was stuffing envelopes with
letters and grisly photographs showing his son's corpse -- in hopes
that the boy's murderer would receive the death penalty, rather than
the prison sentence that had been meted out.

Zhu Xinshi, 55, of Henan province, was making himself dinner from
cooked vegetables that he had found in the trash and a pack of
instant noodles, girding himself for a continuing fight against a
man who received $33,000 on a life insurance policy taken out on
Zhu's son.

The path the three men were on has been well tread. It is common for
villagers to seek recourse with authorities in Beijing, and just as
common for them to be sent packing. They are routinely stopped by
police from their home provinces who come to Beijing's government
plazas, listen for accents like their own and round up the locals,
lest villagers speak ill of officials back home and the number of
complaints in Beijing rises.

On this evening, the men were speaking in loud whispers in Wei's
tiny room, which had three beds, filthy curtains, two other tenants
and no heat. They smoked tobacco leaf because a week's supply cost
only 13 cents. They collected plastic bottles for recycling, hoping
the money they earned would cover the expenses of their trip.

Each man had a different story; none sounded promising.

"I've never really heard of any successful cases actually," said Li
Yuhai, an activist from Anhui province who rents the room from a
landlord for $130 a month and in turn collects somewhat irregular
rent from Wei and his roommates.

Any cases apart from his own, that is. Li was illegally detained in
1995 for 10 months after complaining about the heavy tax burden on
farmers. After his release, he sued the police. China had just
passed a compensation law and he was given $395.

"Because the Chinese government is trying to improve its legal
system, step by step, this gives people hope," said Li, who was also
briefly detained for allegedly working with Human Rights Watch,
which he denied to authorities. "You won't see petitioner villages
like this in other cities. You can say this idea of protecting their
rights explains the hope these people have."

The men in Wei's room reminded one another to keep their voices
down. They checked to see whether security guards were nearby. A few
hundred yards away were cigarette stores, tailor shops and
restaurants that advertised dishes for the equivalent of less than a
dollar. Another sign offered letter-writing services for illiterate
petitioners.

At 8:30 p.m., Wei lifted his mattress to look for more paperwork.
Because he is afraid of being arrested -- it's happened to him
before -- he no longer rises at 3 a.m. each day to join the hundreds
of other petitioners who try to get a number that allows their
petitions to be heard. Now he lines up only several times a week.

"They have categorized me as an unreasonable petitioner whose
complaint is invalid," Wei said. "A year ago, I smashed the sign in
front of the National Petition Administration, and because of that,
I was sent to a labor camp for a year." Actually, he has been sent
to labor camps twice.

"Now I'm ashamed to go back home, because it will be the talk of my
neighbors," he said.

"I've lived a hard life all my life, and my mother suffered more
than me. I've got to find justice or people will look down on me
forever," he explained.

At 9:30 p.m., a figure in one of the beds stirred. Xu Dalu, 52, who
had been napping after writing all day, slowly sat up and put on his
glasses, a second sweater and then a vest. He took out from the bed
a sheaf of papers and methodically shuffled them. Officials
sometimes tell petitioners what to add or delete from their
complaints; the farmers then share notes.

Xu's brother was a Korean War veteran who was later labeled a
political anti-revolutionary and killed. "The only reason was
because he spoke the truth," Xu said, peering over his glasses. "In
1963 there was a famine and he said some people starved to death. He
was sentenced to 15 years in prison and in 1969 he was executed. I
began to petition in 1978, after the Cultural Revolution."

Xu persists because he got a written response from China's Supreme
Court in 1981, saying officials were looking into the matter and
would resolve the issue. "But this ball has been kicked from one
person to another and never solved," he said.

By 11:30 p.m., everyone in Wei's room was asleep. It was too cold,
so no one washed up. In the morning, there would be work to do.

*Researcher Jin Ling contributed to this report.


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