'When I look at the moon, I get an ominous feeling. It has shone down on so many atrocities. The famous reformer, Lian Qichao, got his head cut off sixty years ago, over there, by Xuanwu Gate.'
My thoughts turned to my father's student, Liu Ping. A band of villagers, who'd previously been like uncles to her, tore her father's liver from his body, then raped her and cut off her breasts. In the Song Dynasty, General Fen's army ate dried human flesh which they euphemistically called 'two-legged mutton'. They considered women's meat to be the most flavorsome, referring to it as 'mutton's envy. But they only resorted to eating human meat because there was no other food available. The men who ate Liu Ping weren't driven by hunger, but by fear. The Communist Party had told them, 'If you don't eat the enemy, you are the enemy, and the Party will destroy you.'
Ma Jian - Beijing Coma (p 305)