Miles Kwok tells about his mother and his family stories


Do you know how my religious belief starts? -From my family, my mother, deep into my bones and blood.

I traveled overseas when I was quite young. I asked my father, “Daddy, I am travelling overseas. Do you have anything to tell me as a warning?”

My father looked at me for a little while and said slowly, “Who is your daddy?”

I said, “You are my daddy.”

My father said, “Except me, who knows I am your father?” He continued, “When you are in a foreign country, people may ask where you are from. Tell them you are from China. China is your father. Your motherland is your daddy.”

“Oh, sounds reasonable”, said I, then still a kid less than 15 years old, “And who is my mother?”

“When overseas, no one knows who your mother is. They only guess what kind of people you are. Your skin color tells what kind of people you are. Yellow skin is your mother.”

“My yellow skin?” At that time, I still could not tell the connection between my skin color and my country. But I truly remember the influence of these words in my life.

And I continued to ask my father what I should be careful with after leaving the country.

My father said, “After you leave the country, you must remember not to touch the government’s money, not to touch the mafia’s money. All the government’s money belongs to the people, earned by sacrificing their lives; you shall never touch that. Mafia’s money is earned by means of bleeding; never touch that dirty money! And remember! Never touch women with men, especially women of your friends, or women in your friend’s family. A relationship with these women is the same as with your own mother.” I have not been able to understand the reasons until many years later.

My mother had given birth to ten children, eight of us survived. We often went hungry: after breakfast, we didn’t know whether we could have lunch. Still, my parents did not divorce each other. During the Cultural Revolution, my father was labeled a rightist and thus was persecuted. He was assigned to the northeast, to Zhaojiagou village of Hongqiling Town in Panshi County, Jilin province.

Most of the villagers were local migrants and deposed cadres. It was a remote village, but a very beautiful place. There was a mine site there, nickel, run by a company called Ji’en Nickel. My father was assigned as a laborer there.

Most employees in the company were from the army, or with a background in intelligence. There were foreigners as well. Because it was a nickel mine in a restricted military zone, and deep in the remote mountains, there were trains coming in from outside; there were excavators working underground, machines for transportation, all the most advanced equipment from the world over. That’s why there were foreigners there, foreign technicians and experts, dressed in the most fashionable clothes and using the best tools.

That was the place where I was born and brought up, in the remotest mountain valleys, just as farmers, not doing any farming or plantation. My father and elder brothers were persecuted, their legs broken when they were dragged through the streets for humiliating parades.

Under such circumstances, my mother brought up eight sons, fed our mouths and sent us to school. It was inconceivable. I hope one day, with permission from my family, I would play one piece of video recording how we once celebrated my parents’ birthday, and how we talked in those days.

I can say that it was my mother who has made us what we are today. At least eighty percent of our accomplishments came from her hard work; my father takes only twenty percent.

My mother was a short lady, a bit over a meter and fifty. At Zhaojiagou village, we also raised goats and pigs. I remember sometimes she was out caring for the goats; it was a hard job for her to keep them under control. As a matter of fact, she was often dragged around by the goats. I hated to see her that way; but she insisted taking the job. At the end of the year, we would sell the goats to buy things for the Spring Festival: meat, salt, soy sauce, etc. She also raised chickens at home.

My mother had so many boys to take care of. She prepared three meals a day. We had a big wok to bake the big pies with everything mixing together. That was our best meals. Sometimes we had some vegetable soup. Without enough firewood, we went to pick up wet branches at the back mountains; even that was prohibited. That made lots of smoke; the whole kitchen was full of smoke when she cooked. That was really not easy.

That’s my mother’s image in my heart.

What are the relations among family members? In essence, a family is linked by a sexual relation. Because of the relation by the same blood, we have one generation after another. That relation is supernatural and tied up with trust and a spiritual power above religious beliefs.

At the core of a family is the mother, not the father. She is the creator of all kindness. She gives birth with a kindness, raises her kids with a kindness and she is always ready to do more for them. After ten months of suffering, the mother is always ready to sacrifice all she has.

I set foot in society at the age of thirteen. One day, a friend invited me for meals at his home. At that time in Shandong, people were accustomed to taking orders from restaurants. We ate for a whole day, in the morning, at lunch, in the afternoon, and two times in the evening. A dish costs five or six yuan. We drank as we ate. I had no manners at the table.

Another time I was invited to dinner at a professor’s home; he was the local school master. The head of the village had ordered the meal. I had no manners at the table.

At that time I lived with my uncle. He was serving the military. As he was single without marriage, my uncle adopted me as his son. The village master told him about my table manners.

When I was home, my uncle questioned me on the details. I told him how I had behaved. He picked up a hot dish of noodles and covered it onto my head. It was winter. The hot noodles burnt my neck with pain. To punish me, my uncle asked me to kneel on the floor, scolding me, “At the table, before the seniors move his chopsticks, never pick up your own! Aren’t you educated as such? You are invited to meal, ordered by others. Say hello to the seniors first! And ask them politely to enjoy the meal first. If they refuse, move the best food near them; leave the best seat for them. Say hello to all the elderly before you pick up your chopsticks!” I was then about ten. From that time on, I started to mind my manners.

My wife used to ask her parents: how should I get along with my husband? She was then very young and she wanted to know how to get along with my mother too. My mother-in-law was a beautiful lady with power; she served in the military. She told my young wife: “If you want to keep Wengui for life, never divorce, you need to do two things. First, never betray him; never let him lose face as all men want to have faces. Second and more important, be good to his parents. Is that simple?” My wife has kept these words all her life.

My wife has been with me in marriage for 32 years. She seldom walked outside, taking care of my parents daily with their two meals. My wife bought all the inner wear and socks for my parents, and made sure they took a comfortable bath. Most of the time, my parents have security guards, in addition to other servants. My wife won’t come back home without sending my parents to bed comfortably. She was the best among all the women in my big family. And everyone learns after her. She not only cares for my parents, but for my brothers as well. My parents have eight sons, no daughters; but she is their best daughter. Because of my wife, my family has lived always in harmony. I owe her a lot.

My son Guo Qiang and daughter Guo Mei have never said a dirty word since childhood. If someone tells me that my son and daughter have said a dirty word, I would let him whip on my face and accept all the punishment. My son and daughter have never been told a lie.

My son grew up in the UK at the age of thirteen and my daughter grew up in New York. When two children were in school, they had the Chinese flag hung on the wall of their dormitories. My patriotic education has caused them some trouble in school.

They never live with any kind of arrogance or lust. My son and daughter have many classmates as their friends. My son later wears a lot of famous brands and he is F1 driver license holder. My daughter never wears famous brands. She often wears clothes from discount stores.

I have a habit. When I travel to a new country, I would invite two to three locals who are dignitaries in culture, history, religion and arts as my teachers. I pay them handsomely to let them teach me things, because I did not have much education in China.

China’s religion circles around the family. Through these connections with local dignitaries, I have met many high ranking officials in the western world. As a young man I have gained lots of support from these western politicians and successful businessmen. I met with those big families; many secret organizations want to join my circles.

All religions have come from the same source; the purpose is to let people have faith in them, to rely on them, and then to serve them. The nature of faith and service is the same in all religions. How they have convinced people to have faith in them and serve them? Spiritually, they claim to free you from fears. When we come to earth, what we fear most is death, then aging, then deteriorating health. The first purpose of religions is to free us spiritually from these fears. Through faith, you are given a future, to be reborn in paradise. Confucianism and Taoism emphasize more on our lifestyle and daily practice; spiritually they are not in too much detail as Christianity. But in nature, they are the same. All religions have three good points: to benefit others, to treat other well and to speak the truth. Apart from spiritual freedom, treating each other with kindness gives us a more peaceful life with less trouble.

I began to know the leadership of the United Arab Emirates more than a decade ago. There were two reasons for this. My son grew up in the UK. He had classmates from the UAE’s royal family. Besides, I had known several leaders in the UAE National Sovereignty Fund. I met the UAE ambassador to China in 2002 or 2003. He is my friend and also a member of the royal family.

The royal families of three other countries in the Middle East also maintain a friendship with my family, and we have known each other for thirteen years or fifteen years.

There is also a China-Arab fund of US$3 billion. The Fund proposed by me was invested by the China Development Bank with 10 billion US dollars. I am only one of the investors in the China-Africa Fund.

When I meet with the VIPs, I use my language, my style, to speak my minds and let them understand my thoughts, let them feel that I am different.

It is sad that in today’s China, most mothers are disappointed. It hurts me to know about a 28-year old mother called Yang Gailan. She committed suicide after killing all her four children. What a tragedy that was and what a decision she had made! And what courage she has! The incident of Luzhou, the tragedy of Lei Yang, the incident of Nie Shubin — their mothers have suffered the most in all those tragedies. Look at those mothers and wives of the 709 lawyers – they have left everything behind, for their men and children, fighting for justice and dignity under CCP brutality!

In today’s society, entrepreneurs are moving their money out of the country; they have lost faith in the government; they live in fears. What I hope to achieve is to break through their liars. Everyone has their mouths shut because of fears, the intellectuals, the officials, the cultural celebrities, the businessmen. Because of your fears, the CCP villains have their hands into the lower part of the body of your wife and mother. Because my own mother and my own wife still live in fears, my heart feels the pain of needles.

Every minute or every second, I am facing life challenges. My faith and my beliefs carry me along with these challenges. I must be firm with my determination to change China and bring peace of mind to Chinese mothers like mine.

By Miles Kwok
Edited and translated by staff


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