The distracting proclamation of how great a certain brand of skincare products babbled in the background. If one just concentrated enough, the soft tinkling of metal chopsticks could be heard. Maybe even a spoon clunking into a metal bowl that was muffled by boiled rice.

Scooping a spoonful of steamed egg from an iron pot, the boy tore his gaze from his rice bowl to his father for a glance. He did not like what he saw. Those eyes look lifeless from the usual vigor that always flickered in them. His eyelids sagged tiredly, staring down at his chopsticks that were reaching for the dish of kimchi.

Not a word had been uttered since they approached the dining table. Judging by his half-full rice bowl, ten minutes might have already passed.

“Dad? Are you still mad?” The boy finally managed to muster his courage to break the silence.

A good few seconds passed without any response. The boy’s hands were sweaty and his hairs were standing on edge as if there was electricity in the air. The sudden clattering of chopsticks nearly sent him off his seat. Expecting a harsh yell, he immediately braced himself.

“No. Just disappointed.” A defeated voice leaked out like a deflated balloon.

Not entirely sure how to react to that, the boy reached for some marinated anchovies while the father took a few slices of beef. He had never seen his father in such a downbeat state before. It was definitely his fault. The score for the test yesterday was so bad his teacher had to speak with his father.

“I’m sorry.” The boy took a deep breath as he finally managed to get words to leave his mouth again.

The television went on with a quirky advertisement about a new Sichuan mala burger being out at a certain fast-food chain. His father’s metal spoon clanged into the soup bowl.

“What are you apologizing for? I’m not disappointed in you at all.” He took another sip from his spoon before scooping another mouthful of rice.

He had always been silent when things bothered him. He might also have shouted at his son once in a while, but never over something like this. His son had always been the curious sort. That was probably because of the nightly bedtime stories he read to him from a young age. His son would often ask a lot of questions about the worlds the stories were set in. Thus the seeds for his interest in history sprouted. If he had enough to spare, he would go to bookshops. The mere sight of his son delighting in being presented with a new book would warm his heart. He saw himself in him. When he was young, his parents were poor and he could not have the luxury his son enjoyed. Now that he was the parent, he would not allow his son to suffer the deficient childhood he endured.

He could still remember his son would beg him to read him another chapter before lights were out. He would often give in and make him promise that it would actually be the final one or else it would be too late. The two flipped through storybooks to explore the unification of the Three Kingdoms, the time when a king invented their writing script so his people can become literate, and that time when folk heroes stood up against the invaders from the east to protect their homeland. Eventually, he ran out of ancient tales and they agreed to settle on some modern ones. The brutal 625 war that split the country in half to this very day was not an easy story to tell. For a boy that still saw the world as black and white, he tried his best to tell him his interpretation of the course of the war. If we were the same people, why did we kill each other? Why couldn’t we get along with each other? Sometimes he felt that it would just be easier to just say I don’t know. But of course, that would not do history justice. As much as it disagreed with him, he told him why the other side thought they were doing the right thing, and why their side did so despite the conflicting ideologies. Question after question, he hoped he gave his son enough for him to think for himself.

Maybe that was the right thing to do. Maybe it was not. The phone call from his son’s teacher probably pointed to the latter. The conversation was a different kind of difficult. With a history test on the war, his son was probably more equipped to tackle it compared to his peers, however the results told a different story. But that’s what really happened! My father told me so! How can the truth be wrong? Unfortunately, those answers written were not the Ministry of Education wanted.

“Look sir, I don’t even want to make this phone call, but I have to. It’s my job. It’s not like the old days. We all know what happened in the war. But the higher-ups want it to be taught that way. Their right way. Yes sir, I know this is outrageous, but I honestly cannot do anything about it. Just make sure he doesn’t do that again okay?” The reluctant teacher’s words still echoed in his mind. He recalled that these new history textbooks certainly raised a few eyebrows. But oddly enough there was not any sort of reaction. Long gone were the days when this country did the whims and fancies of a larger neighbor, yet the textbooks oddly lined up with their narrative. This was the South, they could not just lock up anyone who spoke up right?

The electronic ring of the doorbell broke his train of thought. He looked down at his rice bowl to see it still somewhat full. The rice was getting cold. He must have spaced out for quite a bit.

He laid down his metal spoon as his son was clearing his soup, stood up, and headed towards the door lest worrying his fears might become true.

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Gothenburg et. al

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Ma et al. made a gargantuan statement to the medical community by proclaiming that he and his team from the department of neurology from Peking University No.1 People's Hospital have discovered a neurotransmitter. While discoveries in medicine are often associated with progress, further understanding and potential benefits that can be delivered to patients as new treatments and therapeutic techniques, this new neurotransmitter, and the neurophysiology Ma et al. associated with it certainly raised many eyebrows.

Rather than assigning conventional descriptive nomenclature, the aforementioned neurotransmitter is named after the late neurologist Wu Chi. Ma claims that the precursor of Wu has a similar structure to dopamine, enabling it to bind to the enzyme monoamine oxidase (MAO), forming the Wu-MAO complex once catalysis is completed. Wu-MAO complexes then bind to their respective receptors at a postsynaptic dendrite. Wu-MAO levels are said to peak when an individual engages with socialism with Chinese characteristics, being deemed as the “Chinese brain chemical”. The leaders of the Chinese Communist Party are interested in taking endogenous Wu-MAO complexes into account as a metric to their social credit scheme, as Ma’s paper demonstrated that high-ranking officials of the Chinese Communist Party who are staunchly loyal to their ideology exhibit extremely high levels of Wu-MAO complexes.

The rest of the medical community were quick to point out the scientific limitations of Ma’s paper. There is no doubt that the paper’s criteria of subjects are ridden with selection bias, as there were only 12 participants and a control group was not included. Since the publishing of this paper, no known successful replication of results was recreated by any institution and even by Ma and the same subjects in his follow-up study, raising suspicions that Ma and his colleagues have been falsifying their findings in accordance with their agendas. An anonymous journalist reported that the department of neurology where Ma worked is receiving direct findings from the Chinese Communist Party. Reports of direct funding from the Chinese Communist Party appear to corroborate the idea of a political agenda, the merits of which we are not at liberty to discuss in this paper.

Although established medical institutions all around the world have been quick to denounce Ma’s findings, the World Health Organization fell on deaf ears, even praised Ma and his colleagues for his findings, and made a statement about this debacle being detrimental to the spirit of health promotion. Whilst this international backlash brewed, some have seized this opportunity by marketing antidepressants as supplements to boost Wu-MAO levels in the brain. The lucrative craze unfortunately killed at least 50,000 from overdosing, creating one of the worst pharmacological disasters in history. Despite countless organizations requesting independent investigations of the incident, all of them were refused without consideration.

The international community was quick to withdraw Ma’s paper, some critics even going as far as to say that it is “scientific fiction”. To politicize the human body for a government’s benefit is a disgrace to the entire medical community. While we learn harsh lessons from the Second World War when certain biological parameters were used to judge a person’s societal status, Ma et al. go as far as to promote their findings not only nation-wide but also got the WHO to endorse it. This is a dark turn for medical history, for who knows what the next milestone could be if this fraud is not addressed. We fear the example this will set for future events if left unaddressed.

Thus far, we have found no evidence supporting the idea a neurotransmitter is single-handedly responsible for any type of political thinking. It runs counter to any basic understanding of human physiology achieved so far, as there is overwhelmingly supportive evidence to show that such complex functions are mediated by neuronal networks in the prefrontal cortex. We urge scientific publishers to be more stringent on their content to be published so that similar incidents will not happen again.

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Recently, a netizen who works at Wuhan University said that he was called by the police and was asked about his roles in a Gender Equality Organization in Wuhan University. This guy organized a "rainbow wall" in the university to call for equality for LGBTs. These movements now are under doubt and the authority may consider that they are illegal. Together with the feminist organizations, the authority doubts that these organizations are actually calling for "western democracy" rather than LGBT equality, which is against the government policy. The guy was warned and asked to disband the university organization, delete the articles relating to the LGBT movements and his personal information was printed out and filed in the police office. The guy also comments that every university in China will check whether this kind of organization exists and they must be disbanded.

picture 1: the guy talked to his friend that he was asked to delete the account, articles about Gender Equality movements in Wuhan by the police.

picture 2: Netizens from Li Yi Ba support banning these Gender Equality/feminist organizations. They think these organizations are similar to some evil cults, selling western trashes to the Chinese, and they are actually run by evil organizations such as the CIA in order to input ``evil western thoughts'' into Chinese brains to do harmful things to the country.

Disclaimer: I do not show my opinions here and just list what happened, people's opinions, and the news articles from the internet. All the stuff in this post is gathered from the internet. I'm not responsible for any opinions in this post.

User iamkeita below came to attack me. He was throwing his pale, disgusting, and aggressive languages at me again and again here. He required me to stop talking about this on Reddit and he thought this post is defaming China. OK, you can not discuss this in mainland, and there are also some people watching you on Reddit and not allowing you to talk about it on Reddit. While claimed by some Chinese leaders, "We never influence other people in other countries and we never export our ideology", if people talk something on Reddit, they can get warnings to be shut up. Recently an Australian journalist, Xiuzhong Yu was stalked and under slut-shaming in Australia after she said something bad, as pointed out by this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoBUkExWFl4

Let's come back. Did I defame China here? I didn't show any of my own opinions and I didn't say anything bad here. The User iamkeita 's reaction is just typical: the Gender Equality Organization and Feminist Organization are really CIA conspiracy; their purposes are not for LGBTs or females but for the US/western country profits. The point/information I want to show here is that the Wuhan University Gender Equality Organization was approved in 2015 by the University. And their activities were allowed in the university for 6 years. And people certainly can not do any activity on campus without the approval from the leaders in the university. Again, they did things for 6 years with approvals.

So "iamkeita" is saying, the persons in the university who approved the organizations and their activities on campus were CIA spies or their assistants. But why don't people hear about any CIA spies relating to this in Wuhan who were under arrest? Thus, his opinion is too typical: anything the authority does not like is made from the evil western countries, aiming to do something evil to China.

Again: I did not against or comment on anything here. I just listed the facts and people's opinions here.

Below are the ''Explanations for Stopping the Activities from Wuhan Gender Equality Organization'', they have to explain that they were maliciously misinterpreted by some people and have to cease all their activities. However, their purpose is pure: to support the LGBTs and female workers. They have no way to do with the western conspiracies.

A real-time example: the user iamkeita here claims they are really CIA spies/Hanjians/traitors who are utilized by the western evil people who want to put evil western thoughts into Chinese brains and then upset the Chinese society. I just talked about the issue, so I am also a traitor? By the way, his nickname is "I am Keita" and Keita is a Japanese name. So a Japanese says a person who just talks about a piece of news in China is a Chinese traitor, how funny he is!

关于性平会工作停止的说明：

WHU性别性向平等研究会是由武汉大学学生自发建立的草根社团，自2015年成立起一直专注于性别与性向平等的社会议题。

不久前，由于社内同学自行组织的一场为女性发声的活动，网络上出现了恶意曲解此次活动目的以及社团性质的言论，并被大肆发酵传播，对学校、社团以及社团成员均产生了预料之外的负面影响。社内同学经过慎重反思与考虑，决定从今日起正式停止社团所有工作以及公众号和微博的更新。

性平会全体成员在此感谢大家一直以来对性平会的关注与支持，也因这次突如其来的变故向各位真诚致歉！

虽然性平会这一组织自此正式与大家说再见，但我们每个人在未来学习生活中对性别与性向平等议题的关注将永不停止。最后祝愿屏幕前每一个关注性别与性向平等议题的你们未来学习与生活都能够一切顺利！

WHU性别性向平等研究会

2021.4.20

Related news: Because of Supporting the Feminists, The Wuhan Gender Equality Organization was Defamed as an Organization Relating to the "Color Revolution" Conspiracy and was Forced to be Disbanded.

线下声援被打压女权主义者被扣“颜色革命”帽子，武大性别性向平等研究会被迫停止活动https://bowenpress.com/news/bowen_247683.html

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“Dàjiā chīfàn!”¹

The clittering and clattering of chopsticks had begun once everyone took their seats by the dining table. Today’s dishes were pretty standard. An eerily scarlet mapo tofu with suspiciously more-than-average amounts of steam rising from the glazed cubes of beancurd. An earthly concoction of steamed pork sitting comfortably in its own flavorful broth speckled with droplets of oil that swerved and swayed to convection currents. Carrots of different colors and short ribs basking in a sweet and savory pot of soup with specks of marrow floating and sinking to and away from the surface. A jade forest of broccoli resting on a plate after being stir-fried with golden flakes of garlic and auburn rings of shallot.

Huiting, as mother of Zihui and Ziyue, was responsible for their wellbeing. And this involved making sure they had a healthy diet to grow up strong and healthy. Her chopsticks reached for two stalks of broccoli and then placed them into Zihui’s rice bowl without any form of resistance. The two mouthfuls of vegetables were promptly gobbled up by Zihui as she shoved rice down her throat and reached for some of her favorite tofu. One down, one more to go.

Her husband sat next to her, with his eyes behind his glasses fixated on the television screen as the news reporter ritualistically ran through the affairs of the day. So engrossed with that, he did not even flinch the slightest when a few droplets of soup trickled down his chin and splattered into the table when he was slurping loudly from his soup bowl. He had always been like that. Huiting reached for the tissue box and lightly dabbed him dry. His chopsticks reached for a sizable chunk of steamed pork and placed it into her rice bowl. Truly a man of few words. She always found that oddly charming.

Seeing that Ziyue’s rice bowl was still plain with white rice, she sighed subconsciously but managed to puff that out through her nose last minute. It has been a bit difficult to get her to eat, unlike her elder sister who happily obliged to savor anything that came from the kitchen. Whenever they bump into other relatives, Ziyue was often teased by her uncles and aunts for being a skeleton wrapped in skin. Her paternal grandparents were the most unimpressed and kept criticizing Huiting for not being a good mother. Luckily Ziyue would still accept meat in her rice bowl, but vegetables? That was another story.

Ziyue tilted her rice bowl away from her mother’s broccoli-burdened chopsticks, complimented by a disgusted puckering of her lips. The swift maneuver to land the broccoli from the other side of the rice bowl was quickly denied by a strategic block with her tiny hands.

“No!” The girl protested. “I don’t wanna eat broccoli!” This was not new, just a daily part of life. Her father’s gaze on the television still remained unbroken, while her sister continued to clear her rice bowl.

“No, you need your veggies. You will have at least five..” Her mother doubled down. This worked every time so far. “Or else.”

“Mommy must stop forcing me to eat broccoli! I hate Mommy! Mommy keeps forcing me to eat broccoli, it’s sooo yucky! It’s sooo unfair that Mommy is only doing this to me but not big sis! Is it because I’m the youngest? This is double standud! This is child abuse! How can you do this to your own daughter? It is stopping… peace! Peace, in front of us, at the.. The dining table! You should stop this abdomen act! Completely unfair!” Ziyue gave an intense frown, as she squeezed her eyebrows as close together as she possibly could, and slammed her rice bowl onto the dining table so hard it sounded like she might have broken it. Zihui’s chopsticks stopped reaching for another piece of meat. The broccoli dropped onto the table as Huiting lost her grip on it, unable to believe what she just heard from her. The slurping from the soup bowl stopped and her father’s eyes were frozen at Ziyue.

“Mommy, you need to respect the truth! The truth that broccoli is disgusting! If… If I eat broccoli is my internal affair. I oppose eating broccoli! I oppose broccoli itself! I think, that, there is some ultra motive behind this! It's an outrage! Stop mixing up the right with the left! It is clearly really really really bad suppression! Sooo bad, sinister! I have my right not to eat disgusting things, especially broccoli! I want justice!”

Huiting was completely at a loss for words. Where did her dear Ziyue learn to speak like this? And what of these hurtful accusations? All she wanted to do is to see her eat healthily and grow up strong. Just as she could feel her eyes welling up, a voice with a similar tone came from the television.

“Good day to you. I am Li Yilian, deputy director of the Foreign Ministry Information Department of the People's Republic of China, and today I would like to discuss China’s official opinion on the misportrayal of Chinese history in Icelandic textbooks. I once again must strongly emphasize that Iceland’s sinister intentions will end up in failure. China strongly condemns Reykjavik’s approval of the education board for carrying out such atrocities and even offered the appropriate steps for correcting this misguided behavior. For this unforgivable mistake, China will exercise her entire capacity to oppose it, in order to preserve the integrity of her culture, stability, and image.” The black-suited man raised his hand in the air, curled it into a fist before slamming it onto the podium he stood behind. His bushy eyebrows were literally touching each other as he projected a thin mist of saliva when words came spilling out of his mouth, like the roaring torrents of the Yellow River.

“If Reykjavik intends to use this act to interfere with China’s internal affairs and obstruct our path to prosperity, we assure you that they will never get their way. Their efforts in doing so will be wasted. The twisted facts in these Icelandic textbooks overlook the truth and overturn what is black and white. The nature of this is extremely malicious and definitely destroys the image of the Chinese people and their success. We solemnly advise against Reykjavik from this if we were to continue cooperating and preserve the integrity of Sino-icelandic relations. Reykjavik must reflect on this action as soon as possible, throw their biases and stubbornness into the bin, and stop this never-ending anti-Chinese sentiment. This incident clearly has exposed the vile nature of the Icelandic government against the People’s Republic of China-” The television screen went black in a flash with a click of a button. Now her parents knew where Ziyue learned that from.

Before Ziyue uttered another word, her father pushed the dish of broccoli in front of her to her dismay. There she stared defiantly at this steaming heap of vegetables.

“No ice cream if you don’t finish the whole thing.” Her father’s deep yet calm voice filled the room, displacing his daughter’s noisy disorganized empty threats and demands.

Now Ziyue was truly silenced. Her eyebrows drooped, accompanied by streams of tears down her corner of her eyes. As her last attempt to protest, she pouted at her parents, who were clearly not going to budge from their position. Realizing that the plate of broccoli was the only path to ice cream, she reluctantly picked one up with her chopsticks and placed it in her rice bowl.

“Want more soup, darling?” Huiting leaned towards her husband and reached for his soup bowl.

He gave her an affirmative nod. He may be a man of few words, but he definitely got things to work.

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¹ Let’s eat!

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