Abstract
“I saw you 11 years ago, Secretary Lu … at a meeting at school. You'd come to tell us about fighting the Japanese … I thought you were a great man; you were a real living symbol of something, a symbol of the older revolutionaries who had struggled hard to change things, the glorious traditions they had, how they were our models. Then, two months later I saw you again … It was the summer of 1966. I'd gone to the University sports ground to see the capitalist roaders being struggled against. A whole line of them was brought out. You were in that line.”