With her usual police escort in tow, Ding Zilin went out yesterday morning to
buy six white and four red roses. She planned to lay them at the spot where
soldiers shot her son exactly 20 years ago, but did not even get close.
Hundreds of police patrolled the subway entrance in western Beijing where the
retired philosophy professor was trying to commemorate the death of Jiang
Jielian, shot through the heart shortly before midnight on June 3, a day
after he turned 17.
He was one of the first victims of the crackdown as the Communist Party
brought extra troops into the capital to stifle seven weeks of pro-democracy
demonstrations centred in Tiananmen Square.
As yesterday’s 20th anniversary of the massacre approached, the Communist
Party was determined to prevent a commemoration of what it calls a
“counter-revolutionary” uprising. Anyone expected to mourn the hundreds of
people killed by the troops on the night of June 3-4 was placed under tight
surveillance or house arrest.
Tiananmen Square had been cleared by nightfall. Thousands of police, many in
vans with their red and blue lights flashing, patrolled its vast
circumference. It was a show of force intended to deter even the most
Ms Ding, 72, the founder of the Tiananmen Mothers’ group campaigning for a
true account of the bloody events 20 years ago, said in the morning that
nothing would stop her. Just to buy the roses had been a battle. She told The
Times: “The police wouldn’t let me out of my house. I told them I would
die before they could stop me. I said they could follow me.”
She planned to place the flowers on the spot at Muxidi on the broad Avenue of
Eternal Peace in western Beijing, about three kilometres from Tiananmen
Square, where her son died.
That is where the first bursts of gunfire rang out 20 years ago. The
demonstrators had not expected soldiers to use live ammunition. Few had
taken cover. Most thought at first that the troops were firing rubber
bullets. But as protesters fell and blood flowed the reality dawned on them.
Filled with panic, residents raced away from Muxidi, dragging with them the
injured on flat-bed tricycles normally used for transporting cabbages. “Go
back, go back,” they shouted to anyone trying to reach Muxidi. They pushed
others back to protect them from the hail of bullets raining down on the
Ms Ding, along with the mothers and relatives of other victims, has battled
for years for an explanation of what happened after the People’s Liberation
Army entered Beijing. But her first chance to commemorate her only child did
not come until 2007 when, at last, the police let her go to the spot where
he was killed. She took flowers and candles and splashed wine on the street.
Last year Ms Ding was again able to pay her respects. But last night the
moment passed. She did not appear and all contact with her had been lost,
her home telephone ringing unanswered.
Most likely Ms Ding, like other activists in China, had been detained by the
police. She would not have been surprised. As she said earlier: “Now I see
that in 2007 and 2008 they were just putting on a show for the Olympics. Now
that the United States needs China’s money to buy its treasuries they have
set human rights to one side. I am absolutely furious.”