Where: beijing
When: the end of 20th century

There’s an exhibition showing people what great progress Chinese Communist Party had achieved.
I got a ticket and went there.
I waited in the line to get checked (for security).
When it was my turn, I stood at the check point to let the security people to scan me. A woman in uniform ordered me to do what she wanted. But she was very rude, arrogant, and unhappy. Exactly I’d say she was hateful, because she saw I was young, I didn’t look violent, and more because I was apparently not a beijing native. After she checked my body, she ordered me to open my hands with discrimination, hatred and anger in beijing accent. I was not able to understand what she said immediately, because of her fast, discriminating, and hateful accent. Then she ordered me to do again hatefully without looking at me. I still could not understand what she said. All of a sudden, she thundered “Open your hands!!!” with extreme hatred and her faces looked like heated to be red. I opened my hands. She checked and shouted “Go!”.

It is my experience to enjoy the achievement of my great homeland.
It is the treatment I got from the people living in the heart of my great homeland.
It is the treatment from my dear from-the-same-womb.
And it is one of the footmarks of what Han Chinese have been telling the world.