In the Eye of the China Storm: A Life Between East and West

"The proudest day of my life was October 1, 1950. I marched with seeming multitudes across Tiananmen Square, exalting in China's independence from foreign controls. As the people raised their fists to Mao Zedong shouting Wansui, 'ten thousand year' - the traditional greeting for an emperor - I could not raise my fist. My euphoria lay not in finding another idol to bow down to, but in the fact that the Chinese people had 'stood up.' I felt some discomfort but kept my hand by my side. And at ...