politics, For change of principles Unhappy days, major sacrifice. Even a bit part in a tragedy- Seemed most unlikely. There was. in him a cool Confucian smile. Some suitable history would have been A place in the Family Bank, Consolidated by a careful raatch, A notable gain in family wealth, /"~N- A strengthening of the Clan. An ordinary life, ordinary longevity.
Of these things his father sadly dreams.
He was not made for
politics. But those days were China-wrought, Uncertain of loyalties, full of the search For a soul, a pride Out of ancestral agony, gunboat policy, The disaster of the Kuomingtang. So the new people took him in To cells, discussions, exciting oratory, Gave him a cause. The rich being- what they are have no cause Until their wives are middle-aged.
Work quietly, multiply the cells
Prepare for the bloom of a hundred flowers.
The flowers came, fast withereth too.
Made conspicuous by principles
And the discipline of the group, He thought to stand his ground, defy the law. Ke-actionaries he said.
And so he stood in the dock.
Many documents were read. Those who planned The demonstration, allotted tasks Had run to fight another day - they had important work, Could not be spared, were needed to arrange More demonstrations. Impersonally, the verdict was Exile to the motherland, A new reality.
He stood pale, not brave, not made for politics.
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Joseph S. Ambrose, Helen W. Ambrose, Bridgette Ambrose, a Minor by Her Mother, Helen W. Ambrose, Joseph S. Ambrose, Jr., a Minor by His Mother, Helen W. Ambrose v. United States, 883 F.2d 68, 4th Cir. (1989)