{"id":207627,"date":"2018-06-20T19:09:44","date_gmt":"2018-06-21T02:09:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/chinadigitaltimes.net\/?p=207627"},"modified":"2018-06-25T22:00:49","modified_gmt":"2018-06-26T05:00:49","slug":"translation-the-story-of-ma-hu-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chinadigitaltimes.net\/2018\/06\/translation-the-story-of-ma-hu-part-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Translation: The Story of Ma Hu (Part 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"
Beijing-based women\u2019s rights activist\u00a0Xiao Meili<\/a>\u00a0recently introduced\u00a0her friend Ma Hu with the first two parts of a three-part profile. Part one told the story of Ma Hu\u2019s childhood<\/a>, and how she dealt with her gender and sexual identity in a society that offered serious pressure for conformity on both fronts. Part two told of Ma\u2019s experiences in Beijing<\/a>, where she filed a lawsuit against China Post for\u00a0gender discrimination<\/a>, and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. CDT has now\u00a0translated the final part of the profile<\/strong><\/a>. After a brief recap, Xiao Meili tells of Ma Hu’s further struggles with mental illness, her difficulty coming out as a lesbian, and follows her back to the northeast for a closer look at her family life. All bold text was carried over from the original Chinese WeChat post:<\/p>\n In 2013 when I was\u00a0walking from Beijing to Guangzhou<\/a>, someone whose internet name is \u201cDonkey\u201d came to walk with me.<\/p>\n She really was like a donkey: quiet, stubborn, enduring. And she had a pair of very big eyes.<\/p>\n Then I said: \u201cI can\u2019t keep calling you \u2018Donkey\u2019 (\u9a74). It doesn\u2019t sound smooth. Let\u2019s split the character and call you \u2018Ma Hu\u2019 (\u9a6c\u6237).\u201d Then, she stuck with this name.<\/p>\n Ma Hu wanted to be a courier. But she was rejected by China Post just because she is a girl.\u00a0She spent several years suing China Post, and she started working full-time on the issue of gender discrimination in employment.<\/span><\/p>\n In 2015, Ma Hu was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.\u00a0In 2017, she was hospitalized for a recurrent episode. This year in May, Ma Hu bade us farewell and went back to her hometown.<\/span><\/p>\n Before she left, we did about 10 hours of interviews. That was a long overdue conversation. We went through her experiences up until then.<\/span><\/p>\n In 2017, several feminist activists, me included, were <\/span>repeatedly and forcibly evicted<\/span>. The state security agents wielded their power, utilizing their identity as police and the lack of trust among the people, they intimidated our landlords and pretended to be the good guys. We were dragged into the endless loop of communicating with our landlords and having to move out. Within a year, we had been harrassed five times and had to move out three times.<\/span><\/p>\n Their reason was funny: it was <\/span>for the sake of the Fortune Global Forum at the end of 2017<\/span><\/a>. Before the state security agents came for us, we didn\u2019t know what this forum was about. Then we learned it was held by an American magazine, and that many high-level officials and wealthy people would be attending. They often defame us as the \u201c<\/span>foreign forces<\/span><\/a>,\u201d but now because they wanted to hold this meeting with the real \u201cforeign forces,\u201d they used all these tactics just to get us girls to leave Guangzhou.<\/span><\/p>\n Losing our sense of security, we were constantly anxious. And whatever energy we had left, we used it to explain what happened, why it happened, and then watch all of those posts be deleted online. I\u2019d guess the circumstances weren\u2019t unique to feminist activists. Many people could feel the environment tightening up.<\/span><\/p>\n During that time, Ma Hu was still quite passionate and hopeful, because she was working at an art curation studio.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cFinally I had contact with artists, and the topics of discussion were something that interested me,\u201d Ma Hu said. Half of the studio\u2019s work was nonprofit, and the other half was promoting young artists. They discussed what else curators could do; how other people besides artists and curators might get involved. <\/span>Listening to these boundless discussions, Ma Hu felt as if she was entering into a new field, just like when she first met the feminist activists during our Walk.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThe discussion was consensus-oriented. Oh my, it was so difficult,\u201d Ma Hu said. <\/span>The discussions didn\u2019t have set limits on time or participants. Everyone was allowed to jump in. They were boundless.<\/strong> Ma Hu and another person who had similar experience couldn\u2019t stand it. They said to the host: \u201cThis is so inefficient.\u201d But the host stuck to this style.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThey believed that we\u2019d know what to do only when everyone had fully voiced their concerns.\u201d<\/strong> Indeed, <\/span>after discussing a thousand different combinations of interpersonal relationships, and breaking the definitions of a thousand identities,<\/strong> people arrived at a fruitful result: <\/span>to talk about depression from one person\u2019s standpoint. And this person was Ma Hu. The exhibition was named \u201cMy Friend Ma Hu.\u201d <\/strong>And during the discussions, people gradually got to know each other and became friends.<\/span><\/p>\n Ma Hu was so excited. She worked nonstop for 20 days. The first promotion of the exhibition asked people to find things related to depression. It was called \u201cFinding Ma Hu.\u201d The promotional ads said:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWho is Ma Hu? S\/he is both an imaginary and a real friend. S\/he is everyone who has had similar experiences. By collectively building the image of Ma Hu, we hope to address the complex social relationships that face individuals dealing with depression, and the struggles that they have with themselves. Through these multifaceted inquiries, we can all find resonance in Ma Hu\u2019s situation. If we could know more about our friend \u2018Ma Hu\u2019 through this exhibition, can we learn more about ourselves as well?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The collection went smoothly. People who worked in art and public welfare, and people who wanted to know more about depression were interested. Ma Hu notified her family. Her dad, who always wanted her to be an artist, was quite happy.<\/span><\/p>\n But to everyone\u2019s surprise, the ad was deleted the next day. Participants were bewildered. Even more surprisingly, the WeChat public account used to post the ad was also disabled that night. <\/span>And the following day, information about the exhibition was deleted from Zhihu, Douban and other platforms too. \u201cWe were totally blocked on the internet,\u201d Ma Hu said.<\/strong><\/p>\n The office of stability maintenance, the district governmental office, and the propaganda committee all went to talk to the event organizers. They were overbearing. They said: <\/span>\u201cMa Hu is going to be investigated by the municipal government. Here\u2019s their order. Ma Hu is a despicable person, always launching publicity stunts. She uses just about any means to get famous, and she has feminist activists behind her. Those people were jailed before and have dangerous backgrounds…\u201d <\/strong>They asked about the relationship between Ma Hu and the organizers. They even asked whether <\/span>\u201cMa Hu was the one who built this organization,\u201d <\/strong>which was obviously nonsense.<\/span><\/p>\n For the stability maintenance agents, this was just their daily job. But for the organizers and the participants, this was a big crisis. The participants gathered together to try to understand what happened. Basically none of them had ever experienced anything like this, and so they had no way to judge the terrain. They were scared and agitated. <\/span>Ma Hu, who had never been directly questioned by these agents either, also lacked experience<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n The event participants had come together simply because they were interested. They hadn\u2019t known each other for long. The stability maintenance agents took advantage of the lack of trust among people and the fear of the regime. They also utilized their common tactic: using their authority to defame someone. Only when a drop of water hit the sizzling pan would people realize how hot that pan was. But it was already too late to run away. In the end, there was some conflict among the organizers, the participants, and Ma Hu. Everyone felt hurt.<\/span><\/p>\n Following the intimidation, folks tried to guess why the exhibition was shut down:<\/span><\/p>\n I laughed when I heard the third point: \u201cI guess this was the main reason then.\u201d Ma Hu said: \u201cYeah. I felt like I had become a target.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Some people suggested that Ma Hu should lie low and leave Guangzhou for a while. Ma Hu packed up her stuff and took a taxi. During the ride, she called a friend and said she was leaving. Her friend said: \u201cIs that really necessary? Is the situation that bad?\u201d <\/span>They chatted for a while, and Ma Hu asked the driver to turn around.<\/strong><\/p>\n Her friend\u2019s analysis went: the target was the event, not Ma Hu. Ma Hu was just a participant. Other friends suggested they should expose the whole thing. Ma Hu wasn\u2019t particularly satisfied with these responses: \u201cMy feminist friends were all too rational. They didn\u2019t stand in my shoes. It made me feel as if I wasn\u2019t important.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMy situation required me to be mindful of everybody. So, I couldn\u2019t make any statement. But they said so many bad things about me, and I couldn\u2019t let my own voice be heard. How could I endure this\u2026\u201d <\/span>Ma Hu was torn. She didn\u2019t know what to do.<\/strong> At the time, Ma Hu\u2019s family wanted to surprise her. They booked their flights to Guangzhou to see Ma Hu\u2019s exhibition. This made Ma Hu even more stressed out. <\/span>She couldn\u2019t let her family know what had happened.<\/strong><\/p>\n Ma Hu had all these feelings stuck in her heart with no place to vent them out. Bipolar is a very emotional condition, plus she had stopped taking her medication months ago. Ma Hu said: <\/span>\u201cIt was really killing me…\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n A month later, the incident gradually cleared out, and so did the people affected by it. <\/span>But Ma Hu was still where she was, and she was starting to feel a delayed effect.<\/strong><\/p>\n She sent her family off and gradually became alienated from her friends. Ma Hu was living in a small place in the urban village, and she seldom left her home. <\/span>She didn\u2019t remember to wash her face or brush her teeth. She didn\u2019t remember to eat.<\/strong> She felt very lonely. No one understood her situation. Her condition was even worse than it was during the <\/span>March 7 [Feminist Five detention] Incident<\/span><\/a>. Her mind was constantly empty. Time went by slowly. She relied on boring TV shows to kill time. When she was not watching these shows, she couldn\u2019t help blaming herself: Why is it so hard to collaborate with other industries? Why can\u2019t I handle any of my relationships well? Everything had been so good, what happened?<\/span><\/p>\n She came across several stories about suicide in the news, and thought <\/span>perhaps death was a way out.<\/strong><\/p>\n Ma Hu felt her mind was blurry, but she felt it was somehow clear at the same time. She tried using the fruit knife and kitchen knife in her home. They were both dull and couldn\u2019t make a cut. She went to the supermarket, her whole body stinking, to buy a blade. She thought: \u201cThis would do it.\u201d <\/span>She made a gentle slit: \u201cOh, it is quite sharp.\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n She worried that she would die here and no one would know, and that she wouldn\u2019t be able to leave anything. <\/span>What frightened her was not death itself, but what might happen afterwards.<\/strong> Ma Hu started a WeChat public account to document her struggles: to die, or not to die. If she died someday, this would be the only record she left. She called it her \u201calternative will.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n These notes made her friends nervous. They called Ma Hu. Ma Hu was having intense feelings and she couldn\u2019t process what her friends said. She knew that people cared about her, yet she thought the care felt less like comfort and more like demands. Ma Hu thought she couldn\u2019t fulfill people\u2019s demand for her to look better. <\/span>She couldn\u2019t pretend to be alright like she had two years ago, because this time she was really in a bad shape.<\/strong><\/p>\n One night Ma Hu felt clearer for a few hours. She couldn\u2019t stand being so dirty and went to take a shower. The shampoo touched the cut from before and it hurt so badly. Stimulated by the pain, Ma Hu thought: \u201cI cannot die. If I die like this, I die for nothing and I leave nothing behind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Ma Hu found out that a hospital offered online consultation. The doctors said: \u201cYou have to come to the hospital.\u201d She went, all dirty. The doctor saw her and said: <\/span>\u201cIt\u2019s good that you could still come.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\nBoundless Discussions<\/h3>\n
Breaking Point<\/h3>\n
The Pot Boils Over<\/h3>\n
A Target<\/h3>\n
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Alternative Will<\/h3>\n
In Hospital<\/h3>\n