Happiness and longevity,
May you have the spring and all its fair weather.
CHAPTER 7
The Boxer Rebellion hadn’t hit Chin-kiang until the first years of the new century. It had spread like a wildfire. Peasants from inland came wearing red turbans. They believed that foreigners were destroying China. It didn’t occur to me that Pearl and her family were foreigners. Pearl didn’t like Westerners. She had witnessed opium addicts in our town and had criticized the white folks and their opium trade. As far as she was concerned, the Boxers’ fight would have nothing to do with her.
But times had changed. There had been incidents where foreign missionaries had been murdered in the northern provinces. Carie made sure that Pearl dressed like a Chinese girl and wore her black knitted cap at all times.
Pearl came to me one day and told me that Carie had been talking about their departure. “Mother said that a ship will come and it will take us all back to America.”
Pearl ’s words devastated me. I didn’t know how to respond.
She looked disturbed and nervous.
“But… you don’t know anything about America!” I said.
“Mother said that America is a place where I would belong,” Pearl said matter-of-factly. “At least I will look like everyone else. I am sick of wearing this damn black knitted cap! I’ll burn it the moment I arrive in America.”
“But you said that you don’t know anyone in America,” I insisted.
“I don’t.”
“Will you still go then?”
“I don’t look forward to leaving, however much Mother tries to reassure me.”
“To leave China is Carie’s wish, not yours!” I tried to sound calm, but it was impossible. I felt like crying. “You will not be able to find a friend like me in America!”
“Perhaps not, although Mother promised that I would.”
“She is tricking you.” I gave a cold laugh. “You’d be a fool to believe that.”
“But I can’t stay if Mother decides to go.”
For the next few weeks the departure became the only thing we talked about. But the more we talked about it, the deeper our sense of doom became. We ran up and down the hills and laughed, pretending that it was not going to happen. But time and time again we were reminded. For example, Wang Ah-ma became depressed because Carie told her to prepare to go her own way. The pregnant Lilac and Carpenter Chan came to visit Papa and NaiNai to update them on the murder cases involving foreign missionaries.
Pearl and I learned that more people had joined the Boxers. The swelling numbers began to demand that the Imperial government throw out foreigners and shut down their businesses in China forever. When they didn’t receive the government’s response, they began to mob foreign banks and buildings and destroy the national railways. Our neighboring Christian churches were disrupted. Foreign missionaries were taken from their homes and publicly tortured. When the news reached us, Pearl and I realized that our days together were numbered.
Pearl began to talk more about her “real home” in America, while I became cynical and irritable.
“Real home?” I sneered. “I’ll bet that you won’t even know where your front door is.” I asked Pearl if she knew the feng shui of her American home and was pleased that she had no answer.
“Your house could be facing the wrong direction. Bad luck will stick to you forever!”
“What if I tell you that I don’t give a damn if my American home has the wrong feng shui?” She picked up a rock and threw it into the valley. “It’ll be my mother’s home, not mine!”
“But you will be living in it. You will be alone and miserable because you know better!”
“I will have the company of my cousins!” she countered.
I laughed and said that her cousins might know her name, but they would have no idea who she was and what she liked. “They won’t even care. To them you’ll be a total stranger!”
“Stop, Willow, please,” she begged.
We sat in silence and tried not to weep.
The news regarding the Boxers got worse. They were seen in Soochow, which was less than a hundred miles from Chin-kiang. Carie tried to convince Absalom to temporarily relocate. Absalom wouldn’t consider it.
“I won’t abandon God’s work” was Absalom’s answer.
Carie threatened to leave on her own and said that she would take Pearl and Grace with her.
“Mother told me that I must learn to trust in God and accept my destiny,” Pearl said. We held each other’s hands and sat on top of the hill. We watched the sun set without speaking another word.
It felt like living in a bad dream. I imagined Pearl ’s American house. According to Pearl, it was built by her grandfather. Pearl ’s description of the house was word for word from Carie. “It is large and white with its pillared double portico set in a beautiful landscape,” she told me. “Behind the house are rich green plains and mountains.”
I also imagined Pearl ’s relatives, who all had milk-white faces. I imagined them receiving her warmly. They would hug her as if they knew her. They would say, “How are you, my darling? It’s been so long…” Pearl would be surrounded with clean sheets and soft pillows. She would be served plenty of food, but not the kind that she liked. No more Chinese food, of course. No more Chinese faces. No more Mandarin, or stories, or Peking operas. No more “Jasmine, Sweet Jasmine.”
“I suppose I’ll get used to it.” Pearl gave out a long, deep sigh.
She would be forced to adapt. She had no other option. She would forget China and me.
“We might not recognize each other if we meet again,” Pearl teased.
It was not funny, but I played along. “We probably wouldn’t even remember each other’s names.”
“I might lose my Chinese.”
“You will.”
“Perhaps not,” she said. “I’ll try my best not to lose my Chinese.”
“Maybe you’ll want to. What’s the use of Chinese in America? Who would you speak Chinese to? Grace? She’s too young. You two don’t play together. Maybe you will when you get to America. You won’t have a choice.”
She turned her head and stared at me, her blue eyes big and clear. Tears began to well up.
“You’ll be drinking milk and eating cheese.” I tried to cheer her up.
“And I’ll turn into a big fat farmwife,” she responded. “My belly will be the size of a Chinese winter melon, with breasts like round squashes.”
We laughed.
“I could be married, you know,” I said. “NaiNai has already been approached by matchmakers. I could end up marrying an old, greasy rich man and be his concubine. He could be a monster and beat me every night.”
“Wouldn’t that be awful?” She looked at me seriously.
“Awful? What would you care? You will be gone by then.”
Pearl ’s hands reached out for me. “I’ll pray for you, Willow.”
I pushed her away. “You know I have a problem with that. You haven’t been able to prove to me that your God exists!”
“Then pretend that he does!” Pearl ’s tears fell. “I need you to believe in him.”
We decided to stop talking about the departure. We decided to celebrate our time together instead of wallowing in sadness. We went to see a troupe on wheels called the Great Shadow Art Show. It featured the Drunkard Monkey King and the Female Generals of the Yang Family. We had a wonderful time. Pearl was fascinated by the handmade shadow figures. The figures were created from scraped and sculpted cattle hides. The troupe master was from mid-China. He invited Pearl and me backstage, where he demonstrated how the figures worked. The actors hid under a large curtain, each holding a character with four bamboo sticks. The figures were able to tap their feet, dance to the rhythm, and fight a martial art battle while the owner sang in a high-pitched voice our favorite Wan-Wan tune.
By early fall a children’s game was becoming popular. It was called Boxers and Foreigners. It was played by the rules of traditional hide-and-seek. The boys wouldn’t let Pearl and me join because we were girls. All day long Pearl and I sat on top of the hill sucking milkweeds. We watched the boys with envy. One morning Pearl came to me wearing an outfit of Western clothes she had borrowed from the British ambassador. It was a camel-colored jacket with copper buttons in the front and an open neck. The sleeves were wide at the elbow and tight on the wrists. The pants were made of brown wool. “It is their daughter’s horse-riding pants,” Pearl explained.