Hongkong Boat people
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Voices of Refugees
Hong Kong was a prison. I visited in 1990 or 91.
They lived on concrete under guard stations with lights on 24 hours a day.
They couldn't move around freely inside or cook their own food.
When I visited, there were children born there who had never walked on anything but concrete.
Some adult visitors were allowed to take a few children to see a large Buddha--outside the camp.
We were as many as the children for fear they would escape.
They were only interested in two things--the telephones at the station and a stray dog. They had never seen either before.
We watched them with tears in our eyes. I took photos of the barbed wire rolls the Chinese were installing, but I did it secretly.
I was watched. I couldn't allow any Vietnamese person to accompany me as they wished to do while I took these photos, as they would have been jailed after I left.
There was a terrible deadly riot there on Tet.
It was hell on earth for innocent refugees who sought freedom and landed in the wrong place.
By Eleanor Stewart who is the author of Not only a refugee