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A Song of Salvation at Weihsien
Prison Camp
Mary Taylor
Previte
They were spilling from the
guts of the low-flying plane, dangling from parachutes
that looked like giant silk poppies, dropping into the
fields outside the concentration camp. The Americans
had come.
It was August 1945. ¡§ Weihsien
Civilian Assembly Center ,¡¨ the Japanese called our
concentration camp in China . I was 12 years old. For
the past three years, my sister, two brothers and I
had been captives of the Japanese. For 5 1/2 years we
had been separated from our parents by warring
armies.
But now the Americans were spilling
from the skies.
I raced for the forbidden gates,
which were now awash with cheering, weeping,
disbelieving prisoners, surging beyond those barrier
walls into the open fields. Americans, British, men,
women, children¡Xdressed in proud patches and emaciated
by hunger¡Xwe made a mad welcoming committee. Our
Japanese guards put down their guns and let us go. The
war was over.
Kathleen, Jamie, Johnny and I were
the children of Free Methodist missionaries. We and
all our classmates and teachers had been taken
prisoner in the early years of World War II when
Japanese soldiers commandeered our boarding school in
Chefoo, on the east coast of China . As the Japanese
army advanced, my parents, James and Alice Taylor,
escaped to China's vast Northwest, where, for the
remainder of the war, they continued their missionary
work.
Before the war came, the fabled land
of my childhood was a country of acient Buddhas,
gentle temple bells and simple peasants harnessed to
their plows. But across the China Sea , a clique of
militarists was rising to power in Japan and pushing
for expansion. They wanted ¡§ Asia for the Asians,¡¨
with China , Manchuria and Japan cooperating under
Japan's leadership.
They struck first in 1931 with an
¡§incident¡¨ in Manchuria , and within six months they
controlled it under a puppet government. Next, Japan
started nibbling at China , eating her, as Churchill
said, ¡§like an artichoke, leaf by leaf.¡¨ No Allied
power was willing to use military force to stop the
takeover.
As the Japanese continued to eat away
at China , Dad and Mother were finding it increasingly
difficult to continue their work in the Henan province
in central China . The Japanese soldiers were cocky.
When you pass through the city gate, you dismount and
bow to us¡Xthat was the order. Twice, when Mother
hadn't dismounted fast enough from her bicycle,
soldiers struck her across the head with a stick.
So Dad and Mother took Johnny and me
and headed for a breather in Chefoo, where the two
older children, Kathleen and Jamie, were already
enroller in school.
The Chefoo School was, more than
anything else, a British school. Its purpose was to
serve the many children of Protestant missionaries in
a vast, foreign continent¡Xto be a tiny outpost where
we could learn English and get a Western-style
education. The original school had been 10 rooms and
an outhouse, but by our time it had grown into a
modern campus, a schoolmaster's dream, just a few
steps off the beach.
When the Japanese army arrived in
Chefoo, Latin master Gordon Martin was teaching a
Latin noun to the Forth Form. ¡§So,¡¨ he said softly,
¡§here are our new rulers.¡¨
Wearing steel helmets, bemedaled
khaki uniforms, highly polished knee-high boots, and
carrying bayonets, Japanese soldiers took up duty on
the road in front of the school. Swords swaggered at
their waists.
From an aircraft carrier in the
harbor, a plane dropped leaflets in Chinese explaining
¡§The New Order in East Asia .¡¨
The Japanese Army is coming soon
to protect Japanese civilians living in China . The
Japanese Army is an army of strict discipline,
protecting good citizens. Civil servants must seek to
maintain peace and order. Members of the community
must live together peacefully and happily. With the
return of Japanese businessmen to China , the business
will proper once more. Every house must fly a Japanese
flag to welcome the Japanese.
--Japanese Army
Headquarters
There was no effective resistance.
The New Order in Asia had arrived.
It was the schoolteacher in her, I
think, but Mother believed in learning things ¡§by
heart.¡¨ And with so much turmoil around us¡Xwar,
starvation, anxiety, distrust¡Xshe was determined to
fill us with faith and trust in God's promises. The
best way to do this, she decided, was to put the
Psalms to music and sing them with us every day. So
with Japanese gunboats in the harbor in front of our
house, and with guerrillas limping along Mule Road
behind us, bloodied from their nighttime skirmishes
with the invaders, we sang Mother's music from Psalm
91 at our family worship each morning:
¡§I will say of the Lord, He is my
refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him will I trust¡K
¡§Thou shalt not be afraid for the
terror bu night¡K
¡§A thousand shall fall at thy
side and ten thousand at thy right hand, but¡KHe shall
give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all
thy ways¡K¡¨
Our little choir soared with the
music¡X¡§to keep thee in all thy ways¡KThou shalt not be
afraid¡K¡¨
We children had also sat wide-eyed in
Sunday school, listening to spine-tingling stories of
such pioneer missionaries as David Livingston in
Africa , John G. Paton in the New Hebrides , and J.
Hudson Taylor in China .
Hudson Taylor was my
great-grandfather. At 21, he decided to give up his
medical studies in England to pursue a dream¡Xto take
the Christian faith to every province of China . He
sailed to China in 1853, and it was he who founded the
Chefoo School in 1881.
He did not believe in public pleas
for money or elaborate recruiting drives. He believed
in God¡Xand miraculous results.
¡§We do not expect God to send three
million missionaries to China ,¡¨ Hudson Taylor had
said, ¡§but if He did, He would have ample means to
sustain them all.¡¨ Hudson Taylor founder the China
Inland Mission, and God sent a thousand
missionaries¡Xand money to support them.
We Taylor children grew up on that
kind of faith. Our father was the third generation of
tailors preaching in China . It seemed only natural to
us when, in early 1940, Mother and Dad left us at the
Chefoo School and returned far into China to continue
their work. After all, it was China's war, Japan's
war. England and America were neutral.
I was 7 years old at the time. My
brother Johnny was 6.
On the morning of Dec. 8, 1941 , we
awoke to find Japanese soldiers stationed at every
gate of our school. They had posted notices on the
entrances: Under the control of the Naval Forces
of Great Japan . Their Shinto priests took over
our ballfield and performed some kind of rite and¡Xjust
like that!¡Xthe whole school belonged to the
Emperor.
There was reason enough for panic.
The breakfast-time radio reported the American fleet
in flames at Pearl Harbor and two British battleships
sunk off the coast of Malaya . When we opened the
school doors, Japanese soldiers with fixed bayonets
blocked the entrance. Our headmaster was locked in
solitary confinement.
Throughout the month, Mr. Martin, the
Latin master, had been preparing a puppet show for the
school's Christmas program, and as far as he was
concerned the war was not going to stop Christmas. Mr.
Martin was like that. With his puppet dancing from its
strings, he went walking about the compound, in and
out among the children and Japanese sentries.
And the Japanese laughed. They were
human! The tension among the children eased after
that, for who could be truly terrified of a sentry who
could laugh at a puppet?
But with the anarchy of war, the
Chinese beyond our gates were starving. Thieves often
invaded the school compound at night, and, to our
teachers' horror, one morning we came downstairs to
find that all the girls' best overcoats had been
stolen. After that, the schoolmasters took turns
patrolling the grounds after dark, and our prep school
principal, Miss Ailsa Carr, and another teacher, Miss
Beatrice Stark started sleeping with hockey sticks
next to their beds.
* * *
Meanwhile, in Fenghsiang, 700 miles
away in northwest China , a Bible school student
interrupted a faculty meeting and pushed a newspaper
into my mother's hands. Giant Chinese characters
screamed the headlines: Pearl Harbor attacked! U.S.
enters war!
Mother was stunned. America at war!
She had visions of the Japanese war machine gobbling
her children¡Xof Kathleen, Jamie, Mary and Johnny in
the clutches of the advancing armies. She knew the
stories of Japanese soldiers ravishing the women and
girls during the Japanese march on Nanking . Numb with
shock, she stumbled to the bedroom next door and fell
across the bed. Wave after wave of her sobs shock the
bed.
Then¡Xit might have been a dream¡Xshe
heard the voice of Pat Ferguson, her minister back in
Wilkes-Barre , Pa. , speaking to her as he had when
she was a teenager, saying. ¡§ Alice , if you look
after the things that are dear to God, He will look
after the things that are dear to you.¡¨
In later years, she told the story a
hundred times.
¡§Peace settled around me,¡¨ she said.
¡§The terror was gone. We had an agreement, God and I:
I would look after the things that were dear to God,
and He would look after the things that were dear to
me. I could rest on that promise.¡¨
In the years to come, she said, as
Japanese bombs fell around them and as armies marched
and mail trickled almost to nothing, ¡§I knew that God
had children sheltered in His hand.¡¨(to be
continued...)