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A Chinese Immigrant Makes His Home in Turn-of-the-Century AmericaIn this autobiographical sketch published in 1903 in theIndependentmagazine (whichran a series of about eighty short autobiographical “lifelets” of “undistinguishedAmericans” between 1902 and 1906), Chinese immigrant Lee Chew looked back on hispassage to America, and his years as a launderer and merchant on both the East and Westcoasts.The village where I was born is situated in the province of Canton, on one of the banks ofthe Si-Kiang River. It is called a village, altho it is really as big as a city, for there areabout 5,000 men in it over eighteen years of age—women and children and even youthsare not counted in our villages.All in the village belonged to the tribe of Lee. They did not intermarry with one another,but the men went to other villages for their wives and and brought them home to theirfathers' houses, and men from other villages—Wus and Wings and Sings and Fongs, etc.—chose wives from among our girls.When I was a baby I was kept in our house all the time with my mother, but when I was aboy of seven I had to sleep at nights with other boys of the village—about thirty of themin one house. The girls are separated the same way—thirty or forty of them sleepingtogether in one house away from their parents—and the widows have houses where theywork and sleep, tho they go to their fathers' houses to eat.My father’s house is built of fine blue brick, better than the brick in the houses here in theUnited States. It is only one story high, roofed with red tiles and surrounded by a stonewall which also encloses the yard There are four rooms in the house, one large livingroom which serves for a parlor and three private rooms, one occupied by my grandfather,who is very old and very honorable; another by my father and mother, and the third bymy oldest brother and his wife and two little children. There are no windows, but the dooris left open all day.All the men of the village have farms, but they don’t live on them as the farmers do here;they live in the village, but go out during the day time and work their farms, cominghome before dark. My father has a farm of about ten acres, on which he grows a greatabundance of things—sweet potatoes, rice, beans, peas, yams, sugar cane, pine apples,bananas, lychee nuts and palms. The palm leaves are useful and can be sold. Men makefans of the lower part of each leaf near the stem, and water proof coats and hats, andawnings for boats, of the parts that are left when the fans are cut out.So many different things can be grown on one small farm, because we bring plenty ofwater in a canal from the mountains thirty miles away, and every farmer takes as much as
he wants for his fields by means of drains. He can give each crop the right amount ofwater.Our people all working together make these things, the mandarin has nothing to do withit, and we pay no taxes, except a small one on the land We have our own Government,consisting of the elders of our tribe—the honorable men. When a man gets to be sixtyyears of age he begins to have honor and to become a leader, and then the older he growsthe more he is honored. We had some men who were nearly one hundred years, but veryfew of them.In spite of the fact that any man may correct them for a fault, Chinese boys have goodtimes and plenty of play. We played games like tag, and other games like shinny and asort of football called yin.We had dogs to play with—plenty of dogs and good dogs—that understand Chinese aswell as American dogs understand American language. We hunted with them, and wealso went fishing and had as good a time as American boys, perhaps better, as we werealmost always together in our house, which was a sort of boys' club house, so we hadmany playmates. Whatever we did we did all together, and our rivals were the boys ofother club houses, with whom we sometimes competed in the games. But all our playoutdoors was in the daylight, because there were many graveyards about and after dark,so it was said, black ghosts with flaming mouths and eyes and long claws and teethwould come from these and tear to pieces and devour any one whom they might meet.It was not all play for us boys, however. We had to go to school, where we learned toread and write and to recite the precepts of Kong foo-tsze and the other Sages and storiesabout the great Emperors of China, who ruled with the wisdom of gods and gave to thewhole world the light of high civilization and the culture of our literature, which is theadmiration of all nations.I went to my parents' house for meals, approaching my grandfather with awe, my fatherand mother with veneration and my elder brother with respect. I never spoke unlessspoken to, but I listened and heard much concerning the red haired, green eyed foreigndevils with the hairy faces, who had lately come out of the sea and clustered on ourshores. They were wild and fierce and wicked, and paid no regard to the moral preceptsof Kong-foo-tsze and the Sages; neither did they worship their ancestors, but pretended tobe wiser than their fathers and grandfathers. They loved to beat people and to rob andmurder. In the streets of Hong Kong many of them could be seen reeling drunk. Theirspeech was a savage roar, like the voice of the tiger or the buffalo, and they wanted totake the land away from the Chinese. Their men and women lived together like animals,without any marriage or faithfulness and even were shameless enough to walk the streetsarm in arm in daylight. So the old men said.All this was very shocking and disgusting, as our women seldom were on the street,except in the evenings, when they went with the water jars to the three wells that suppliedall the people. Then if they met a man they stood still, with their faced turned to the wall,
while he looked the other way when he passed them. A man who spoke to a woman inthe street in a Chinese village would be beaten, perhaps killed.My grandfather told how the English foreign devils had made wicked war on theEmperor, and by means of their enchantments and spells had defeated his armies andforced him to admit their opium, so that the Chinese might smoke and become weakenedand the foreign devils might rob them of their land.My grandfather said that it was well known that the Chinese were always the greatest andwisest among men. They had invented and discovered everything that was good.Therefore the things which the foreign devils had and the Chinese had not must be evil.Some of these things were very wonderful, enabling the red haired savages to talk withone another, tho they might be thousands of miles apart. They had suns that madedarkness like day, their ships carried earthquakes and volcanoes to fight for them, andthousands of demons that lived in iron and steel houses spun their cotton and silk, pushedtheir boats, pulled their cars, printed their newspapers and did other work for them. Theywere constantly showing disrespect for their ancestors by getting new things to take theplace of the old.I heard about the American foreign devils, that they were false, having made a treaty bywhich it was agreed that they could freely come to China, and the Chinese as freely go totheir country. After this treaty was made China opened its doors to them and then theybroke the treaty that they had asked for by shutting the Chinese out of their country.When I was ten years of age I worked on my father’s farm, digging, hoeing, manuring,gathering and carrying the crop. We had no horses, as nobody under the rank of anofficial is allowed to have a horse in China, and horses do not work on farms there, whichis the reason why the roads there are so bad. The people cannot use roads as they are usedhere, and so they do not make them.I worked on my father’s farm till I was about sixteen years of age, when a man of ourtribe came back from America and took ground as large as four city blocks and made aparadise of it. He put a large stone wall around and led some streams through and built apalace and summer house and about twenty other structures, with beautiful bridges overthe streams and walks and roads. Trees and flowers, singing birds, water fowl and curiousanimals were within the walls.The man had gone away from our village a poor boy. Now he returned with unlimitedwealth, which he had obtained in the country of the American wizards. After manyamazing adventures he had become a merchant in a city called Mott Street, so it was said.When his palace and grounds were completed he gave a dinner to all the people whoassembled to be his guests. One hundred pigs roasted whole were served on the tables,with chickens, ducks, geese and such an abundance of dainties that our villagers evennow lick their fingers when they think of it. He had the best actors from Hong Kong
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