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December 13 marks the 84th anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre and the eighth National Day of Commemoration for the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre.
Unveiling the dusty past is not only to indict, but to remind us not to forget history with the monument built of flesh and blood. May we find the determination and strength to lead to the future and to peace from the origin of our pain.
Today we come to listen to Qi Kang, the designer of the Memorial Hall for the Nanjing Massacre of the Japanese Invasion of China, tell the story of him and this history.
Mr. Qi Kang, designer of the Memorial Hall for compatriots killed in the Nanjing Massacre of the Japanese Invasion of China. A native of Tiantai, Zhejiang, he was born in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province. Architect and architectural educator. In 1993, he was elected an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, a member of the Academic Degrees Committee of the State Council of China since 1995, and a foreign academician of the French Academy of Architectural Sciences in 1997. In 2001, he was selected as the first highest award in the Chinese architectural industry" "Liang Sicheng Architecture Award" with the highest number of votes.
At the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japan, my father was the director of the Infrastructure Department of Jinling University in Nanjing, responsible for the design of some buildings, and was in charge of the construction of Jinling University, Jinling Women's University, Zhonghua Women's High School, and Minde Girls' High School Business School.
So when I fled, I followed my mother to Zhejiang, all the way from Hangzhou to Shaoxing, and then to the rooftop to take refuge.
When we arrived at The rooftops of Zhejiang, the Japanese devils still did not let us go, and they would come to bomb us every spring.
I was about six years old at the time, and the school asked us to go to school at 6 o'clock and leave school at 8 o'clock, and before 8 o'clock arrived, Japanese planes came to bomb me, and I hid under the Shinzu sign of my classmates, and he hid in his house and covered it with a quilt. After the bombing, I came out of there.
At that time, it was very difficult, there was no food to eat in the morning, only dried potatoes were stuffed into the pocket, and when hungry, they ate dried potatoes.
During the War of Resistance Against Japan, my eldest brother's classmates, during the bombing, did not hide, slept on the double bunk, and as a result, the others came back to see that the ground was full of blood, shrapnel hit him, and the person died.
Another bombing, my aunt, my second aunt, my eldest aunt, and my sixth aunt were all there, and the shell broke through the glass and hit them. It is such a small county town, and the Japanese devils do not let go.
My father stayed in Nanjing, and there was a German Rabe who was also in Nanjing, and he was very kind to the people of Nanjing, and as the manager of a foreign firm, he organized the refugee camp, and the refugee camp was built in the shape of a cross, so that when the planes bombed, they would not be bombed.
After Rabe left, a foreigner named Bates was also organizing the camp, and my father was the director of the camp.
After five years on the rooftop, during which time we returned to the occupied area, on the way, from ningbo port to Shanghai port, when walking ningbo port, we saw Japanese soldiers for the first time.
A Japanese creep with some conscience gave a bottle of water to a stratified guerrilla, but when he was seen by the commander, the commander beat him fiercely, as well as the guerrillas.
Later, the guerrillas were locked up near where I was staying in Ningbo, and at night I could hear the shouts of being beaten by military sticks.
At that time, I was very young, and the Japanese army ordered us to bow our heads to the Japanese soldiers when we crossed the port, and we refused to bow down or bent over, and at that time, we had already buried our hatred for the war.
In Nanjing, the most dangerous one was when my father was receiving refugees in the Hankou Road area, and the Japanese soldiers came, because their father was wearing the armband of the Red Swastika Society, and the Japanese soldiers thought he was fake, so they raised their guns at him.
The father saw that the problem was very serious, so he shouted at Lin Charlie. Lin Charlie, who was also a foreigner helping Chinese refugees, heard his father's voice and rushed out, before the war had started, and the Japanese saw that he was an American and let my father and his assistant go.
When they left, they didn't forget to kick Daddy's assistant in the ass, and in this way, they picked up a life.
Life in the camp is very difficult, and 30,000 people are concentrated in the land of the old Jinling University, eating porridge every day and having to plan.
Japanese devils often come in to arrest people, and their criterion for judging is to see if there are marks on the brim of the hat, whether there are calluses on the hands, and if there are, they will be dragged out, so most of the people are protected here, although some of them have been snatched away by the Japanese devils.
At that time, there were many foreigners protecting Chinese, and they were under a lot of mental pressure. The most tragic was Wittlin. Jinling Women's University also has a refugee area, and Wei Telin personally rescued Chinese here, when these people were basically integrated with Chinese and loved our refugees very much.
The Japanese devils want to rob women, Wittlin uses her own body to block, the Japanese beat her, she tried her best to protect the refugees, but felt deeply frustrated that many refugees could not be protected.
These experiences hurt her and left her mentally overwhelmed, and she committed suicide a year after returning to the United States, with the tombstone inscribed "Jinling Immortality" on it.
I think that at that time, the anti-fascist war was a matter for the whole world, not just the Chinese nation.
"Forgetting history means betrayal"
Written on the occasion of the eighth National Day of Commemoration for the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre
The photos of this article are provided by Qiu And not a machine, thanks.
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