China's One Child Now Two Child Policy

CHINA'S ONE-CHILD NOW TWO-CHILD POLICY

 

 

There is a reason that China has the highest suicide rate for women than any other country on earth. It is also the only country in the world where more women commit suicide than men.Yet most of us know little about this or about the plight of women in communist China. I warn you, this article has been the most difficult one I have ever written. It may be the most difficult one you ever read.

 

      In 1979 the communist government mandated that families were only allowed to have one child and although there were some exceptions made, it was generally enforced. The law was only changed in 2015 to allow for two children per family.

How do you enforce a one-child policy? China's government enforced their policy by exorbitant fines, detention, torture, forced sterilization and forced abortions.

Forced abortions are where a pregnant woman wants to bring her unborn child to term but a government steps in and says no, steps in and arrests her, steps in and forcibly kills her child against her mother's will.

 

      More wealthy Chinese women have been able to escape the law by paying fines that range from half to ten times their annual income. Others who could afford to, moved to Hong Kong where the laws were different. However, for most Chinese women there is no way out of an illegal pregnancy. There is also no way of hiding it.

Additional penalties for resisting a government imposed abortion have in some cases included the abduction of family members, the destruction of personal property and even the demolition of their homes.

 

      Even Chinese women who have not yet had their first child are in danger if they have not followed the rules to the letter. Jin Yani was pregnant with her first child but she did not have a pregnancy permit from the government. In September of 2000, police broke down the doors to her home, arrested her and dragged her to a family planning centre where five people held her down and forcibly aborted her child. She went into severe hemorrhaging and only survived after spending 44 days in hospital.

Sometimes to avoid this kind of injury to the women, the officials will tie a woman to a bed and just kill the newly born child on delivery.

 

Activists who expose stories like these are also in great danger. Chen Guangcheng exposed 130, 000 forced abortions and was arrested and sentenced to four years of prison. In prison he has been enduring torture and is in a weakened condition because of untreated medical needs.

 

      Another problem created by China's limitation on births is “Forsaken Children.” When a Chinese couple breaks up, many times they have a child. When they remarry they often will abandon the child from their first marriage so as to be able to have a child with their new spouse. This has led to a huge orphan problem in China.

Cases like that of Lui Daan are especially troubling. It was discovered that this 21-year-old woman was pregnant outside of marriage. She was forcibly arrested from her home and taken to a family planning center. Her family members followed and advocated for her. When it was made clear that the abortion would have to take place, the family asked for her to at least be taken to a hospital where Lui would at least have more professional care. This was denied. It was brought to the attention of the official in charge that Lui had a medical condition that made the procedure dangerous. They still chose to go ahead. After it was all over Lui lay in a recovery bed but instead of recovering grew rapidly weaker. She was loosing blood. The family planning would not make an emergency call until the situation was so desperate and only after the family had pressed for it repeatedly. It was too late. At six AM that morning Lui passed into eternity. Her life on earth was over.

The following is the life experience of Wang Liping:

 

My name is Wang Liping, female, Han Chinese and 23 years old. I am living in Diaoyutai Village, Guying Town, Huiji District, Zhenzhou City, Henan Province. I had a boyfriend for several years and we had not completed our marriage procedures because of our poverty. In August 2007 I was pregnant by him. My family was in great joy because I am the oldest daughter in my family and this was the first time I was pregnant. My family has had no children for more than 10 years so they were all very happy and considered it very important.

At around 6pm on March 31, 2008, I was stopped by a couple of people on the street in Guying Town. They asked me to go with them. They told me they were from Guying Population and Family Planning Office when I asked who they were. However, they didn’t show me their badges. They wanted to take me into their car but I refused to comply. So those people beat me up and dragged me to the Guying Hospital, PLA Air Force Hospital and Litang Hospital, and asked them to do induced labor on me.  But none of those hospitals was willing to do that to me.

At 11:00 p.m., they took me to the Laoyachen Hospital, and forcibly induced labor on me without any examination or my signature. My seven-month unborn child was killed. At that time I was crying out loud for help and those people beat me up. They and some doctors and nurses pushed me onto the ground and took my pants off. Then they injected some medicine at my fetus’ location in my belly, and then they roped me onto a sickbed. I could not resist this and nobody came to help me. I could not imagine that this brutal and bloody behavior could happen in the civilized 21st century.

When the injected medicine began to take effect, I had great pain in my belly. At 3:00 a.m., on April 2nd, my almost-fully-developed child was born. My child even mournfully cried for some minutes, and later the crying ceased. I cried out for help for a long time until a yawning nurse came and shouted at me:  “No more crying!” I said: “Please take a look at my baby.” That nurse took a glance and said it was dead and then put my baby beside me. I fainted on hearing this tragic news. When I woke up in the morning, there was a doctor standing by my bed and asked for money to “get rid of the fetus’ body.” I said I had no money and so they just used a plastic bag to wrap my baby and put it beside me.

I was totally crushed facing these Population and Family Planning workers, doctors and nurses who didn’t have any medical ethics or humanity. I could not imagine that I would be deprived of my human rights like this in a society ruled by law. I was not allowed contact with my family until April 3rd. During the time I lost contact with my family, my family members went to the Population and Family Planning Office asking for the legal basis of my forcibly induced labor and the death of my fetus. Those Population and Family Planning workers shouted at my family and drove my family members out of the government building. At the same time the Laoyachen Hospital again sent me a note asking for payment.



 

  

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Another gripping account is given, this time by a woman named Wujian:

 

     It was the winter of 2004 when I found out that I was pregnant. It was beautiful to sense this life growing inside of me: what a miracle! Meanwhile, I was also very fearful since I did not have the Permit for Pregnancy or the Birth Permit, which means, according to Chinese law, this baby was not allowed to be born into this world. This baby would have to die in my womb. During that time in my hometown, this was the law decided by the Chinese Family Planning policy which brought fear on every family. Not only were my parents and family at risk, but also my other relatives.

 

     Time flew as the little baby grew daily in my womb. While the baby moved more and more actively in my body, the maternal love also increased. The word “MOM” was not just a word anymore; it became a reality in my life. My baby and I were one, sharing the same blood.

Pretty soon, my lower stomach began to bulge. In order to protect my baby, I had to hide myself in a very old, shabby house in a remote area. There was no electricity at all in the room, and it was very dark even during the day. Fear and loneliness filled me every day, but as long as I could have my baby, I could stand anything. Many times, I was wakened at night by nightmares, as I dreamed that I was hunted and arrested by the Family Planning government officials and forced to have an abortion.

Eventually, the Family Planning government officials found out about my pregnancy. So they searched all over trying to arrest me, and while they could not find me, then they caught my father instead. They put my father into the detention center and beat him every day. On the fourth day after they caught my father, one neighbor came and told me that my father was dying: they would continue beating my father – even to death – until I went to the local hospital to get abortion. My heart was broken into pieces as I faced this terrifying dilemma: either my father or my baby, one of them had to die, and I had to make the decision.

Very soon after this, the worst thing happened: when several Family Planning government officials broke into the house where I was hiding, and without any words, they drug me into their van.

As soon as I got into the van, I found that another Mom was already inside the van. She told me she was carrying her first baby, and that she was 28 years old. She did not have the Permit of Pregnancy or the Birth Permit, and she was 7 months pregnant. She was so eager to keep this baby that she was fighting with the government officers in the van. Suddenly, one government official at his 20's slapped her on the face and immediately her mouth began to bleed. Being thus insulted, she screamed like a lion and fought with the Family Planning government officials.

About one hour later, the van stopped in the hospital. As soon as I was drug out of the van, I saw hundred of pregnant Moms there – all of them, just like pigs in the slaughterhouse. Immediately I was drug into a special room, and without any preliminary medical examination, one nurse did Oxytocin injection intravenously. Then I was put into a room with several other Moms. 

The room was full of Moms who had just gone through a forced abortion. Some Moms were crying, some Moms were mourning, some Moms were screaming, and one Mom was rolling on the floor with unbearable pain. 

I was not very sensitive to the oxytocin injection, and then I was pulled into another small room. One nurse pulled out one, big, 8-inch long needle for intramuscular injection. I had never seen such big, long needle in my life. As soon as they pulled away my clothes, the nurse put her hand around my lower stomach; the fear and her cold hand caused my abdominal muscle to spasm. Because of that, for a while, the nurse could not do the injection.  

At that moment, I was the only Mom in the room. I began begging the nurse while I cried, , “I have already had the oxytocin injection, please let me go; I will go as far away as possible and I will not tell anyone else what you had done for me and I will be grateful for you for the rest of my life.” The nurse did not respond to my begging—she looked like wood.

      Then I kept saying to her, “You are an angel, as a nurse or a doctor who is helping people and saving peoples’ life; how could you become a killer by killing people every day?”   I could hardly see her face because she wearied a big mask. Soon she became very angry at what I said, and told me that I talked too much. She also told me that there was nothing serious about this whole thing for her. She did these all year. She also told me that there were over 10,000 forced abortions in our county just for that year, and I was having just one of them. I was astonished by her words and I realized that my baby and I were just like a lamb on the cutting board. Finally, she put the big, long needle into the head of my baby in my womb. At the moment, it was the end of the world for me and I felt even time had stopped. I hardly knew that something worse would happen later.

After the injection, my baby became very quiet for a whole day. I was so naive that I thought I could leave the hospital because I had finished the forced injection. I wondered if perhaps my baby was lucky enough that s/he could survive.  

To my great surprise, the next evening I was drug into a surgical room. I was asked to lie down on a surgical table; it was the Guillotine for me and for my baby. While I was lying down on the surgical table I found that there was bloody fingerprint on the wall, left by other Moms during their surgery of a forced abortion.

One doctor told me that I brought too much trouble to them already because my baby was supposed to flow out by itself after the injection. Since it did not come out as expected, they decided to cut my baby into pieces in my womb with scissors, and then suck it out with a special machine. 

What I had done in my life that made me deserve this kind of punishment? What evil thing was this all about? Even a wild animal like a tiger will give her life to save their own baby tiger. As a Mom and a human being, could I not even protect the life of my baby? 

I did not have any time to think as this most horrifying surgery began by force. I could hear the sound of the scissors cutting the body of my baby in my womb. I could feel that, little by little, my baby was cut into pieces; s/he was separated from my body. S/he was the flesh of my flesh, the bone of my bone, a part of my body. That kind of pain not only killed my body, but also killed my emotions and my feelings.  

“How could I be a Mom? What’s wrong with me?” I cried while talking to my baby and I preferred to die together with my baby at that moment. Nothing sounded meaningful at all for me in this world: In fact, part of me had already died – part of me was already gone and gone forever! 

Eventually the journey in hell, the surgery was finished, and one nurse showed me part of a bloody foot with her tweezers. Through my tears, the picture of the bloody foot was engraved into my eyes and into my heart, and so clearly I could see the five small bloody toes. Immediately the baby was thrown into a trash can…   

Finally, I was allowed to go home from the hospital. I did not eat anything, or even drink any water, for several days. I barely talked with anyone. From time to time at home, I could hear the mourning of my father. He was released after I was caught, but he had been beaten terribly; it took him over a month to recover physically. Looking at my father, thinking of my dead baby, I cried day and night, and frequently the picture of the little bloody foot came up in my mind. Physically I recovered after about one month, but psychologically and spiritually – never!

At that time, I got a migraine headache, and it is with me up to today.

Some people have said that time is the best medicine and time can heal everything. But this is not the case for me: as time goes on, the suffering is getting worse and worse and memory is getting clearer and clearer.  

Thank God I became a Christian; God did help me and healed me. The Bible teaches us that as long as we confess our sin, we will be forgiven. Frequently I come to the Lord, asking for forgiveness. I know God has already forgiven my sin, but very often I could not forgive myself. I do believe that I will meet my baby again in heaven. If God allows, I will ask the forgiveness from my baby when I see him/her in heaven. 

 

As a Chinese saying says, whenever you have broken your tooth, you swallow it by yourself. I never shared this experience with anyone before, because the scars in my heart are one million times more painful than the scars on my body! 

While I was writing this short testimony, several times I cried out and I could not continue writing. I knew that there are millions of Chinese sisters are suffering and will suffer the same thing that I suffered.  

Who could help them? Who could save them? The one-child policy and forced abortion policy have killed millions of innocent lives in China. How could this inhuman crime be stopped? When could this inhuman crime be stopped?  

May God forgive me, that on that day I will meet my baby in heaven!

 

      There is a reason that the woman's suicide rate in China is five times the world's average, approximately 500 woman a day. The communist party of China is not humane. They are bullies in the most extreme sense of the word. It is time for our government to stop pandering to the Chinese communist party, stop their pro-China polices, start demanding change and start severing ties with this monster government. The quoted accounts from Wang Liping and from Wujian were taken from the website of Women's Rights Without Frontiers. They engage in activism relating to this issue. I invite you to visit their website and if you are so led, to get involved. Forced abortion still goes on under the two child policy. Remember the women of China. God bless you.

Shawn Stevens

References

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One-child_policy

https://www.womensrightswithoutfrontiers.org/index.php?nav=cases&nav2=wujian#anchor