Prison books are a semi-major literary genre. Works such as Solzhenitsyn’s The First Circle, flanked by One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, are classics, with Dickens, Genet and Nelson Mandela also featuring. Most of them are at least partly autobiographical, and Tehpen Tsai’s (蔡德本) Taiwan White Terror novel, Elegy of Sweet Potatoes, is no exception.
It was originally written in Japanese (Tsai was brought up during Japan’s occupation of Taiwan), then translated into Chinese. An English version, finely crafted by Grace Tsai Hatch, appeared in 1995 and now re-appears from Taiwan’s Camphor Press. The author, who helped with the translation, was her uncle.
Initially set in 1954, it’s the story of Youde, a middle-school teacher in Chiayi, who is arrested and, on the evidence of alledgedly having a book written by Mao Zedong (毛澤東), is accused of being a Communist. He is held for over a year, in Chiayi, Taipei and elsewhere.
Youde was born in 1925 in Chiayi County’s Putzu City (朴子). He went, as did Tsai, to the US for a year on a scholarship after graduating from university, and returned to teach in his home town.
The least that could happen to him, a fellow prisoner thought, was that he would be sentenced to three years of “re-education without crime,” though a “workplace guarantee” was also possible, whereby an employer would guarantee his good-conduct, while his behavior was scrutinized. But the terrifying dictum of then-president Chiang Kai-shek (蔣介石) was generally observed: Do not let one escape even if 100 are mistakenly killed.
In Chapter 39, Tsai writes that when Taiwan was first placed under Chinese rule in 1945, only Chinese Nationalist Party (KMT) members were permitted to move here. Some Communists nonetheless joined the KMT as a cover and proceeded to infiltrate schools and offices and recruit for the Party. If discovered — and eight or nine out of 10, the author estimates, were — they were invariably sentenced to death. He adds that, contrary to popular belief, many former Mainlanders were arrested for political crimes, possibly more than local Taiwanese.
Of a doctor recently returned to Taiwan, Youde (i.e. Tsai) comments that “he had mistaken the foreign regime” — i.e. the KMT — “that landed on Taiwan’s shore as the government of his country.”
This doctor was also noted as having been away from Taiwan during the 228 Incident and its aftermath, and consequently “did not get the immunization shots against the reign of the White Terror.”
We learn that back in the 1950s the White Terror was never reported on in the local newspapers, which were all KMT-owned. Nor was it mentioned in letters; people knew too well the likely consequences of that.
There are many memorable prisoners in this book, almost all sympathetically portrayed. The teenager Ah-fu, for example, is presented as a delightful soul, even though he killed two gambling mates. The characters of the various interrogators are also presented with considerable subtlety. Some are not unkind (one is called “gentlemanly”) and are themselves “sweet potatoes,” a term meaning Hoklo-speaking Taiwanese.
Many impressions linger in the mind from this exceptional book. Horrific torture on Green Island, singing prisoners, thumbprints placed at the end of reports on interrogations and two men kneeling in the sand of the execution yard at Hsintien, are just a few. No female prisoners are depicted.
It’s also noted that public servants at the time were organized in groups of three or five with everyone in the group responsible for the conformity of the others. This, the author states, is similar to the “mutual responsibility law” in 16th century China. And so it is you come to understand that instruments of government control have a long history, and even governments are careful to comply with what they see as the law. In Shakespeare’s day, anyone charged in England had to make a plea, and thereby recognize the authority of the court. Torture, notably the rack, would be used to produce a plea if necessary.
Youde is next taken from Chiayi to what he describes as “the Devil’s Palace of Chingtao East Road” in Taipei, a court from which prisoners condemned to death (many thousands of them) were taken direct to the execution ground. Fresh air, sunshine and cold water became the best things in life for all prisoners — that, and the food they receive.
Taken almost at random, we learn of one fellow prisoner who was arrested on account of five words he wrote on a slip of paper. Another is charged because he tried to mend a cracked pane of glass with stickers in the shape of a star, perceived as being a reference to the Chinese Communist Party. For this “crime” he received 10 years’ imprisonment.
All death sentences for political crimes required the president’s signature, and Youde contemplates the fact that from 1949 onwards Chiang must have signed up to 10 such documents every day.
We learn alot about the White Terror — the various charges that were brought against suspects, conditions in the different security-related prisons and the slang terms used by prisoners for implicating others as a way of, hopefully, getting one’s own sentence reduced.
Death looms large. When special guards arrive at a prison to take away some inmates for execution, the prisoners immediately know how many of their number will be taken as the ratio of two guards per condemned man is invariably observed.
All in all, this is the best book of any kind, fiction or non-fiction, that I’ve ever come across on the White Terror. Nobody reading it could possibly come away unmoved or anything but better informed. Of course, we know from the start that Youde/Tsai will eventually be released because how else could a book like this have been written? But there are plenty of other memorable characters whose fates hang in the balance.
Tehpen Tsai doesn’t go out of his way to depict himself as a truthful and congenial character, but that’s what he undoubtedly was. Sadly, he died in 2015, in Tainan, aged 89. In this slightly fictionalized account Youde is portrayed as starting to write his book in 1991, at 66 years of age.
Last week Joseph Nye, the well-known China scholar, wrote on the Australian Strategic Policy Institute’s website about how war over Taiwan might be averted. He noted that years ago he was on a team that met with then-president Chen Shui-bian (陳水扁), “whose previous ‘unofficial’ visit to the US had caused a crisis in which China fired missiles into the sea and the US deployed carriers off the coast of Taiwan.” Yes, that’s right, mighty Chen caused that crisis all by himself. Neither the US nor the People’s Republic of China (PRC) exercised any agency. Nye then nostalgically invoked the comical specter
April 15 to April 21 Yang Kui (楊逵) was horrified as he drove past trucks, oxcarts and trolleys loaded with coffins on his way to Tuntzechiao (屯子腳), which he heard had been completely destroyed. The friend he came to check on was safe, but most residents were suffering in the town hit the hardest by the 7.1-magnitude Hsinchu-Taichung Earthquake on April 21, 1935. It remains the deadliest in Taiwan’s recorded history, claiming around 3,300 lives and injuring nearly 12,000. The disaster completely flattened roughly 18,000 houses and damaged countless more. The social activist and
Over the course of former President Ma Ying-jeou’s (馬英九) 11-day trip to China that included a meeting with Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Xi Jinping (習近平) a surprising number of people commented that the former president was now “irrelevant.” Upon reflection, it became apparent that these comments were coming from pro-Taiwan, pan-green supporters and they were expressing what they hoped was the case, rather than the reality. Ma’s ideology is so pro-China (read: deep blue) and controversial that many in his own Chinese Nationalist Party (KMT) hope he retires quickly, or at least refrains from speaking on some subjects. Regardless
Approaching her mid-30s, Xiong Yidan reckons that most of her friends are on to their second or even third babies. But Xiong has more than a dozen. There is Lucky, the street dog from Bangkok who jumped into a taxi with her and never left. There is Sophie and Ben, sibling geese, who honk from morning to night. Boop and Pan, both goats, are romantically involved. Dumpling the hedgehog enjoys a belly rub from time to time. The list goes on. Xiong nurtures her brood from her 8,000 square meter farm in Chiang Dao, a mountainous district in northern Thailand’s