No Man’s Land:
A True Event from WWII
2006-12-R2
(Copyrighted
2006 by Don M. Tow)
An event occurred on December
24, 1941 in
Hong Kong was
a British colony since 1842 as a result of the First Opium War between
The Japanese
army took control of
Our extended
family was living in a small rental apartment in Hong Kong, having moved
there from
When we heard an unexpected knock
on our door, anxiety and fear spread among us.
Although we didn’t know who was knocking at the
door, we had heard of many bad incidents happening in other cities and towns
either from the hands of Chinese bandits during the “no man’s land” period
or from the hands of the occupying Japanese soldiers.
The most terrifying incident (actually a series
of incidents) was the Nanking Massacre during a six-week period starting on
December 13, 1937, when the Japanese soldiers systematically raped,
tortured, and murdered more than 300,000 Chinese civilians and many more
tens of thousands of Chinese soldiers in the city of Nanking, the then
capital of the Republic of China.
During this six-week
period, the streets of
The anxiety and fear were apparent in the eyes of the children. Several of them cowered in the corners of the main room with the entrance to the apartment. The smaller ones held on even tighter the hands of their parents or older siblings. The older children who have heard of some of these terrifying events glanced at their parents, displaying fear in their eyes but hoping for some reassuring comfort from their parents. The same anxiety and fear also existed among the adults, but they tried hard to keep an outward composure to avoid creating even more anxiety and fear in the children. One of the adults opened the door, and entered half a dozen men with guns and knives on their waists. The apparent leader of this gang seemed to be a man in his late 30s or early 40s, whom we recognized as one of the unemployed men often loitering around the streets near our apartment. His clothes and hair were unkempt. His skin was dark and wrinkled and his hands were rough and blistered, both as a result of working in heavily manual labor jobs outside under the sun whenever he was able to find a job.
The men looked around the apartment. Upon seeing a western-style briefcase, the gang leader grabbed my uncle, my father’s older brother, who appeared to be the oldest man in the house and normally should be the head of the household. My extended family members looked at each other trying to figure out how to best handle this volatile and dangerous situation. Before my uncle or anyone else could even respond, the gang leader yelled out loudly to his men: “Take him outside and shoot him unless he gives us some money!” The loudness of his voice was an intent to create even more fear among us; so that we would be more willing to accommodate to his demands.
My uncle was a gentle man, in his 40s; he was a school teacher. Under normal circumstances, he was able to earn enough to support his family of six, and perhaps could even put aside a very small amount of money for emergencies. But these were harsh times, salaries were low and he didn’t always have a steady job, being a refugee from Japanese occupation and needing to uproot himself and move from one part of the country to another part.
Everyone in our household shuddered
upon hearing that command, especially the wife and family members of my
uncle.
My aunt cried out in tears “He doesn’t have any money
to give.”
During that awful and terrifying moment of silence
before the men executed the command of the gang leader, my father stepped
forward.
He said “That briefcase belongs to me.
Please negotiate with me.”
My father was a young, handsome, civil engineer
in his mid 30s.
He was an honest
professional trying to establish his career in
The gang leader looked at my father, glanced at his clothes, his outward appearance and his behavior, and sensed that my father was speaking the truth and was the more appropriate person to negotiate with. He went over and talked with my father. They conducted their conversation in low voices, so other people didn’t really hear their whole conversation. However, a few words here and there came through; it was apparent that the gang leader and my father were negotiating on the amount of money that should be handed over. After a short discussion, lasting perhaps only two to three minutes, although to my mother, sister, and brothers it felt like much longer, my father pulled some money from his wallet and handed it to the gang leader. To the relief of everyone in the apartment, the gang leader and his men then left the apartment, and we were not bothered again that evening.
Later we found
out that my father had given $100
That was how my family spent Christmas eve in 1941. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, since my immediate family members were Christians. For a while it could have turned out to be a disastrous evening, perhaps even a deadly evening. At the end, it probably turned out as well as we could have expected, and we gave thanks to the Lord for keeping us safe. I am especially thankful because a different outcome could have denied my opportunity to exist at all in this world!
[1] In this article, the word “we” is used loosely and does not include the author.
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