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Tiananmen Square in 2007. Photo via Wikimedia Commons<\/p><\/div>\n

Today marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Tiananmen Massacre. In 2009, The Paris Review <\/em>published Liao Yiwu\u2019s \u201cNineteen Days<\/a>,\u201d an essay in which he chronicles his imprisonment after the atrocity. He wasn\u2019t there, but in his outrage he recorded a poem, which was enough to get him arrested for years. His piece is a haunting testament of a nation still struggling to reckon with the import of the event:<\/p>\n

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Three years after the massacre, I was in jail. Five years later, police were stationed in front of my house. Seven years later, there were sporadic memorial activities organized by individuals or small groups\u2014petition letters, candlelight vigils, the burning of paper money to appease the dead, poetry readings, and hunger strikes. On the tenth anniversary, I repeated my poem \u201cMassacre\u201d for an overseas radio station by chanting and yelling into my telephone receiver \u2026 I remembered the story of Sun Jinxuan, a poet who died of lung cancer in late 2002. On June 4 that year, he woke up with pain. He called a dozen of his friends, most of whom were poets, writers, and celebrities. The first thing he asked on the phone was: \u201cDo you know what day it is?\u201d \u2026 Believe it or not, I was the only one who correctly pointed out the anniversary. Sun felt embarrassed and outraged by the answers of his friends. He yelled loudly on the phone, announcing that he intended to stage a one-person demonstration on the street. His slogan would be: \u201cKillings, killings. No memories, no memories.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

In China, June 4 is also known as \u201cInternet Maintenance Day\u201d; authorities censor Weibo, a Chinese social network like Twitter, making it next to impossible for anyone to recognize or remark upon the political weight of the occasion. As a post on Language Log attests<\/a>, the list of redacted words is remarkably thorough: even the usage of a simple word like today<\/em> is enough to merit suppression. Subversive workarounds like \u201cMay 35,\u201d a coded reference to June 4, are blocked, too, as are many others: <\/p>\n