Showing posts with label missionaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label missionaries. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Previously Unrevealed 2-28 Account

Here is an account of 2-28 written by a missionary who witnessed it. It surfaced when Canadian scholar, missionary, and longtime Taiwan activist Michael Stainton was searching through the papers of George Leslie Mackay, the famous missionary here. Dr. Stainton was kind enough to forward it to me for posting here. Without further ado:

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Dear Dr Cameron,

Though most of the news in this you have probably heard already, I thought it would interest you – especially as it comes from a Mainlander. The writer was for years a marine advisor in the principal Chinese ports.

With Kind regards, Margaret Mackay
North Pacific. April 14, 1947.

(Letter received from an English seaman(1) of wide experience in China, who has just returned from Formosa where he was during the recent trouble.)

I was in Taipeh a couple of weeks back and met your folks(2). There was a perfectly justified uprising of the Formosans against Chinese oppression while I was there and mail and communication with the outside world was liable to censorship. The Chinese want only their version of the affair to reach the press. Your folks therefore asked if I would drop you a line giving a review of the goings on. I will try. It’s all from memory (scared to make notes in the event of a search) so if I ramble, please excuse.

After the Jap surrender the Formosans genuinely gave the Chinese an enthusiastic welcome and were keen and eager to make a go of things under Chinese Rule. Due to graft corruption etc. the Formosans were soon to be disillusioned and bitterness for the Chinese rulers took the place of the previous enthusiasm. The Chinese made no attempt to develop the island or trade or export or industry or anything at all. Their whole purpose seems to have been to loot. They merely took over the posts and businesses vacated by the Japs and carried on Jap system except that the Jap had method but the Chinese did not. Chinese from the mainland swarmed over the Island to pick up all the choice plums and they got priority while the native citizens were left out in the cold and told to go chase themselves. Time came when feelings ran so high that it only needed a smaller incident to act as a match and the smouldering fires would burst into flame. On February 28 the storm burst.

One of the Chinese Tobacco Monopoly Police clubbed an old widow to death for selling cigarettes at a small stall near the Taipeh Railway Station. A crowd began protesting to the Police and one of them was shot. The crowd then moved (angry but orderly) to Headquarters to protest and more of the crowd were shot. Their feelings then got the upper hand (one cannot blame them) and they yanked Chinese officials from their offices and beat them up. Some of the officials didn’t live. The money and cigarettes found in the Tobacco Monopoly Headquarters was taken into the street and burned. (This was their way of indicating they were not out for loot or individual gain). After these goings on the crowd quietened down somewhat and things most likely would have returned to normal but the following day there was more gunplay by the Chinese. Two students asked for information at the Railway Station having planed to go home on holiday as the schools had closed. They were shot dead. A demonstration (orderly) approached the Government Headquarters to protest these outrages and had machine guns turned on them. This proved the last straw and Taipeh cam completely under Formosan control for the time being.

The day after the machine gunning a representation approached the Governor with a list of demands: - That the trigger happy police be relieved of their arms and troops confined to barracks temporarily. That in future Mayors and other aspirants to high public office be voted in by the people and not appointed indiscriminately, etc. etc., all of them of a sensible nature and drawn up with a view to benefiting the Island as a whole. The Governor listened to their pleas and asked that a 10 day interval be agreed upon for him to study the list, then a meeting would be held with both parties represented and the matter gone into thoroughly. It was also arranged that the students maintain peace in the city during the interval and that they be armed in order to deal with any bad characters who might take advantage of the disturbed conditions. Unknown to the Formosans he had already or was about to send for more troops from the Mainland. The above arrangements worked successfully and the city resumed its normal routine.

At 10 p.m. on the 8th March (also the 8th day of the 10 agreed upon) rifle and machine gun fire broke out simultaneously in different parts of the city. The troops had arrived and began shooting up anything and anyone. The shooting was quite indiscriminate and without warning. At first it was heavy but later relapsed into intermittent bursts as the prowling troops went in search of human targets. It was kept up for a few days and goodness knows how many deaths there were. I would say that the deaths ran into thousands. In addition to he shootings lots of citizens were arrested on the most flimsy evidence and I am afraid few of them still live.

One of those arrested you may know or know of, Lien Tong(3). I often heard your parents speak of him. He was called out by the soldiery on some trumped up charge of collaboration and was unable to understand the language spoken by the soldiers. One of the school teachers (Lien Tong I gather was the School Principal) came out to act as interpreter but was promptly shot down(4). When I left Taipeh it had not been established whether or not Lien Tong still lived. Replies to enquiries said he had been taken to Keelung for Trial, plus the suggestion that another principal be obtained. Looks grim.

The students who maintained the peace in the city were asked to return the arms loaned them for that purpose and were then liquidated. About 20 were executed a short distance along the Tamsui Rd. west of the Mission College.

After one mass killing at Keelung the bodies were taken out to sea and dumped. The tide turned and brought them back into the Harbour again. The Chinese version which is the one that reached the outside world was: - Communist elements had been eliminated.

Outwardly to-day the Formosan is subdued but inside there is a burning rage which will flare up again. They won’t take it lying down. Their despair is pitiful and they can only trust the United Nations Council to get them out of their dilemma. They cannot give voice to their feelings or they would be picked up and rubbed out; they therefore have to rely entirely on the efforts and support of people outside the Island, and it’s up to them to raise such a Howl and keep it up until the United Council do take notice. Otherwise the Formosans are doomed to a life of oppression and subjection.

A. The Formosan is genuinely eager that the Island come under U.N. Mandate

B. The chaos, corruption, and maladministration which led to the disturbance demand a U.N. investigation.

C. An investigation would reveal the disgusting state of affairs under Chinese rule and it’s their job (U.N.C.) to see that they are remedied.

D. The remedy would be simple, granting all of Formosans the right to vote for what form of Government they desired and 98% would vote United Nations Mandate and the U.N.C. would be rewarded with the everlasting gratitude of 6,000,000 world citizens.

E. Any expenses incurred would gladly be refunded. Under proper government the island would become economically solvent in a very short time with its surplus of coal, gold, sugar, rice etc.

Now I suggest that when you have digested this you go to town and pass on to anyone you know the state of things in Formosa and form a committee or party to champion the Formosan cause. You probably know lots of people who are interested in Formosa and its people and who would gladly join in crusade to lift these pleasant industrious people from their present hell. It will require constant and relentless punching at the U.N. thro all and any channels to accomplish this aim.


1- Actually sent by K.W. Dowie, missionary in Taiwan 1913-1924, the architect of Tamsui Middle School. Dowie was then in the US Navy and had stopped in Taiwan.

2 - Mr. and Mrs. George William Mackay, who had arrived as 228 began. Mackay bravely tried to save Tan by going to see Garrison Commander General Ke Yuanfen.

3 - Tan Leng-thong (陳能通) Principal of Tamsui Middle School. His father, Rev. Tan Ong, a student of George Leslie Mackay, was also arrested but released.

4 - Lo Ui (盧圍) Science Teacher, died on March 18th. Gym teacher Ng Ah-thong (黃阿統) was arrested with Tan and suffered the same end. Along with thousands of others, they just disappeared. It is believed they were thrown into the ocean off Keelung.

UPDATE: Now translated into Chinese. Many thanks.
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Monday, July 21, 2008

The "horror" of Taiwan temples

I was perusing missionary blogs the other day -- as if the heat of a Taiwan summer wasn't soporific enough already -- and stumbled across this brilliant insight:

Among other things, I shared with the nurse that the initial reaction to the idols that many of us foreigners have when seeing them for the first time is that they inspire horror.

Knowing it was my duty as a blogger to expose this horror, I immediately swung into action. Grabbing my camera, I sped over the local temple, where there was a festival in action in all of its horrible panoply. Since this is a family blog, I feel I must warn you, dear reader, that what follows are graphic photos of people praying, singing, chatting, eating, and buying things. I hope you are not too deeply offended.

Vendors selling fruit for sacrifices.

People meander in and out. One of the most enjoyable things about Taiwan temples is the way they function as community centers where people carry on all the business of life.

A number of vendors selling food, medicine....

...and trinkets also set up stalls at the festival.

Another horror: begging monks.

Waiting for mom?

Inside the temple, a typical Taiwan crush.

Tables overflowing with sacrifices.

Offerings of song and prayer. I apologize for the graphic nature of this photo.

The full, untrammeled horror of a temple interior.

I walked in to have a chat with an old guy who used to sell me mian xian for breakfast, and found this table full of femmes selling necklaces of beads.

A popular Taiwan jelly drink served up in volume at the festival. Here the women cut up the jelly to make it drink-sized.

My apologies for the violent nature of this graphic photo of food processing.

Sacrifices laid out on the table.

Religious tracts. I have an abiding interest in early Christian history, and watching Chinese polytheism, and how Christians interact with China's more sophisticated and diverse religious expression, has given me some insight into how ancient Rome must have greeted the first Christians.

Re-arranging the ashes in the ghost money burner.

Avert your eyes! This is not cute! This is a horror!

It's a tough enough religious market for Christian missionaries, without this constant expression of borderline colonialistic chauvinism. I also see it as a substantial misrepresentation of foreigner attitudes -- in 18 years involved with Taiwan I have never heard a local foreigner express "horror" at the thought of local religion -- nearly everyone I know finds it interesting, and a source of wonder, enjoyment, and endless puzzling over 'What does this mean?' Local bloggers have spent many a post documenting the strange and wonderful things they find inside temples. Taiwan is home to a legion of foreigners who wander across the countryside, camera in hand, spending countless hours inside temples, fascinated. I count myself greatly fortunate to be in a country where private religious expression is often a public event, one that I can attend, and where I am politely and warmly welcomed, even if I am taking photos.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Mormon Missionaries Assist City of Taichung

At last all those foreigners riding around on bicycles are actually going to be doing something useful....

Mayor Hu had often seen the Mormon missionaries riding throughout the city on their bicycles and developed an idea he shared with Hoer. “Many of your missionaries are from North America and other English-speaking countries. Why couldn’t they take note of incorrect signs and offer suggestions for better English,” Hu suggested. The mayor even offered to pay the Church for such a service.

Hoer quickly replied that the Church’s missionaries are encouraged to provide voluntary service to the communities in which they serve and that the sign correction project would be a service the missionaries could perform at no cost to the city.

Now dozens of missionaries serving in Taichung take note of any unusual English renderings on signs as they go about their routine mission work.

“We just keep an eye out for wrong English,” says Elder Ryan Weese of River Heights, Utah. Adds his missionary companion, Elder Royce De le Cruz Jr. of Manila, Philippines: “When I see a sign that doesn’t make sense I slam on my brakes. It’s a service we can offer and it’s kind of fun too.”

Once a less-than-accurate English sign is noted, the missionaries report its location to President Hoer. He then forwards the information to the mayor’s office, along with a suggestion for a more understandable translation.

One recent example: English warning signs at a baseball field declared “Game that attention to flying out-of-bounds.” The missionaries translated the English to read “Pay attention to foul balls.”

Taichung is the headquarters of the Mormon missionary effort on the island.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

King Car English Village

The BBC reports on the King Car English Village:

The "village" is actually attached to one of the county's elementary schools.

Ordinary classrooms have been transformed to look like an airport waiting room and customs area - complete with the fuselage of a real plane donated by a Taiwanese airline company.

There are other themed rooms including a hotel; a bank; a pharmacy, general store; restaurant and coffee bar; science and cookery rooms and a dance studio.

It's the idea of a non-profit group organization, the King Car Education Foundation, which has spent $1m on the project, which it operates in a joint venture with the local county authority.


Left out in the media reports -- over and over again -- is the fact that the King Car "volunteers" are missionaries (here's the blog of one) from fruitcake right-wing missionary denominations. No doubt Scott Sommers will have a post up soon on the legal and educational aspects of the village.

King Car is the group bringing in right-wing Christian missionaries who illegally prosyletize while on the job all over Taiwan, generally in rural areas. The foundation does quite a bit of work with the Ministry of Education. King Car Education foundation can be had here. Scott Sommers has pointed out repeatedly on his blog that these missionaries are here teaching illegally (here too), while I've commented on their nutty beliefs as well.[UPDATE: Scott just comments to point out that King Car missionaries teaching English has become legal, but only for them].

Scott Sommers has written quite eloquently on the topic of these villages, which have no proven pedogogical effect.

The BCC also repeats the problematic statement that Taiwan came in "17th out of 20 Asian countries" -- as Stephen Krashen noted in a recent letter in the Taipei Times, the statement is meaningless because there is no significant statistical difference between the schools in the middle of the rankings. One could use those same numbers and argue, since the proportion of test takers is much higher in Taiwan than in most countries taking the exam, that Taiwan's English education is excellent. But it is easier to write about failure than success.

* as I noted before, a good example is this fellow here, whose blog proudly says: 我 是帥哥! I'm the Handsome Guy! My name is Samuel (包帝聞) and I'm a working as an English teacher on the island of Kinmen, Taiwan, doing my best to spread the good news of Christ -- among people whom he patronizes:
Their gods are confined to images and carved wood. They aren't so much gods as they are warriors, each with their own battle to fight. The wind god isn't really a god: he simply fights to control the wind. But sometimes he looses. How horrible to have not a God but a warrior, one who might or might not win. What happens when your god looses? Then you are stuck. Aren't you glad our God is all powerful?)

UPDATE: Scott has a post up.