The Road of Life
Eugene Hong
The
"Road" is very important. If we want to get to
a certain place, we have to know which road to take. If
we get on the wrong road, even though it is wide and
easy, we will turn back as soon as possible. If we are so
serious in our daily trips, should we not be even more
serious with the road of life - which concerns our
destiny?
Communism and the Cultural
Revolution
Lu Xun, a
well-known Chinese author, once said, "The trail is
blazed by men." In other words, there is no
predefined path in the world. Only when trod upon by many
does a trail appear. At first, I was very proud of this
great Chinese writer for making such a brave and
confident statement. However, after careful
consideration, I found it frightening. Having no
predefined path presupposes the lack of absolute truth in
the world. The path of truth is then defined merely by
the hard work and struggles of men. How do people know if
the path is the "right" one? It depends on the
number of people walking on it! There is safety in
numbers. Or is there?
When Karl Marx first began advocating Communism, he had
few followers. He blazed a new trail that he called
"Scientific Socialism." Marx quoted Dante in
Das Kapital: "We have our own path to pursue,
whatever others may say." Later on, many followed
him. Communism became the established ideology of China.
More and more people put their faith in it, singing to
the popular tune of "Walking on the Broad
Road." However, after the painful lesson of the
failed Cultural Revolution, the reformers no longer
talked about the "Broad Road." Instead, they
told the people to "cross the river by feeling for
the rocks." Obviously this was dangerous, since
there might not always be rocks to hang on to. The lesson
is clear: we cannot determine that a path is the road to
success simply because many are on it. Communism did not
point us to any path. Communism only brought us to a
river - then asked us to cross it by feeling for the
rocks!
When I was growing up, I was told, at one time, to study
hard and master science; and at another time, to drop all
studies for the sake of revolution. I was fanatical about
the Cultural Revolution and went to the countryside for
labor reform. I heeded the call of the Party to offer up
my precious youth, and I lost it forever. I sensed the
absurdity of it all. Realizing that the Cultural
Revolution and Communism were never going to work, I
encountered a deep ideological crisis. I spoke my mind
and was publicly criticized. It did not resolve my inner
doubts: people criticized me according to the current
official creed -- a creed that could easily be reversed
at a later time. I did not expect to regain my youth, but
I was pained by the fact that my devotion had been
exploited. What I once held so dear to my heart was
rubbish, and in fact, worse than rubbish. It was a
poisonous snake that I quickly shook off with great
fright.
What was next for me? I did not want to waste one more
day on a path with no meaning. I was determined to search
for the true path. Later, China opened her door to the
West, and I had access to some Western literature. I read
the writings of the Austrian philosopher Karl Popper,
which resolved a big question on my mind. He explained
that Communism was not a science, since human society was
far too complex for any one to predict or even trace the
law of development of human history.
Science
Since
Communism was not a science and no more than a
superstition, I felt free to desert it. I now had strong
faith in science, so I devoted my whole heart to it. In
1985, I came to the United States to study. I believed
that if I could truly master science, I could understand
the mysteries of life. I was naively impressed by the
thick books I saw. I thought human beings were truly
great for having accomplished so much scientific research
and invention.
One day I was discussing a research topic with my
dissertation committee chairman, a famous professor. I
asked him a question and he told me that he did not have
the answer. I was shocked. I admired him greatly. He had
so many scientific publications that I could not even
begin to read them all. But he did not have the answer to
my question! I finally realized that science was nothing
more than what a group of people do every day in a
laboratory. As I studied more, I saw how little I really
understood. Natural science can only explain the
phenomena of the physical universe but it is
value-neutral. For example, a neuro-scientist can tell us
the structure of the brain; but he cannot offer a
scientific basis for morality. I had long worshipped
science as the ultimate "reason," but now its
power vanished before my eyes.
Democracy
In addition
to studying science, my other goal in going abroad was to
learn about democracy. Chinese intellectuals long
considered science and democracy the two treasures of
Western civilization. In China, science had been held
hostage by the ruling class, and democracy had been
thrown out as the product of capitalism. I believed that
the June 4th tragedy happened because China was not on
the right path of democracy and science.
Therefore, I became very active in the Democracy for
China movement. While in the U.S., I coordinated the June
4th seminar for the Philadelphia area and was a delegate
representing the Federation of Chinese Students in
America on a democracy study tour of Eastern Europe. I
was extremely hopeful about life, for democracy had so
much more to offer than the dictatorship of Communism.
However, I would not embrace democracy simply because it
was trendy and popular. The Cultural Revolution had
taught me that I could not just follow the majority. I
was searching for eternal value.
Could the scientific method prove the value of democracy?
I had originally thought that things such as science,
democracy, freedom, laws and human rights could all be
linked together to form a path to eternal truth. At that
time, I was still applying Marxist logic when I evaluated
the system of democracy. As Marxism claimed to base its
socialism on scientific grounds and called it
"Scientific Socialism," I was trying to build a
system of "Scientific Democracy." I reasoned
that since science had proved that Marxism was not the
truth and thereby freed me from its spell; science should
also be able to prove that democracy was the truth.
However, through further exploration, I discovered that
democracy did not point to the way of truth, but simply
accepted all ways as true. Modern theories of democracy
emphasized pluralism and choice; thus democracy
intrinsically could not be locked into a value system for
that would lead to dictatorship - exactly the thing
democracy opposed! According to the existentialist
philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, the value of truth lies in
its freedom, and freedom means choice. Whatever one does
out of one's own free will, regardless of right or wrong,
has value. This theory, however, did not work for me, for
it meant I had no viable options to choose from. I had
come to the end of my road. What I looked for in
democracy was a way of life that I could follow with
peace and a clear conscience, but I did not find it.
My future looked gray. Before I left China, I thought I
could make significant achievements. But a Ph.D. was no
longer as great as I thought it would be. Science was not
that charming after all and certainly not worth spending
my whole life on. Nothing in this world seemed
worthwhile.
One night, I contemplated suicide. I used to think that
people who committed suicide were foolish. But given the
way I was feeling, not committing suicide seemed
unnatural and cowardly. Suicide would have been a protest
to the world and a declaration that I refused to keep
travelling down a futile path. I wanted to pronounce the
fact that the world really had no road. All paths led
nowhere. Suicide would have been my last protest against
the meaninglessness of this world. But I was afraid to do
so.
I remembered my days on the farms during labor-reform.
The living conditions in the countryside were primitive,
and yet I was optimistic for I had hope. What a contrast
to my outlook now. It was clear to me that wealth, fame
and knowledge could not satisfy. The envy of others could
not satisfy a heart filled with the deepest despair of a
meaningless life.
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