A primary school student was violently beaten by a teacher and admitted to the ICU, with his life hanging in the balance.
The child’s medical records quickly spread throughout the medical community, and pediatricians said they had never seen such a terrible injury, unless it was a fall from a building or a car accident.
I chimed in in the group, asking if anyone dared to speak up for the primary school student, and everyone fell silent. I knew why they were silent, because they were afraid of retaliation from the authorities.
When the parents went to the school to retrieve the surveillance footage, the school replied that the surveillance was broken, and it broke within 24 hours of the incident. The surveillance broke again. The local education bureau remained silent from beginning to end.
In a Nanjing 985 university, as many as six master’s and doctoral students committed suicide in just one year. Before their deaths, they either accused their supervisors of exploitation or complained that they were not treated as individuals. But our media was collectively ordered to remain silent. Their deaths did not attract any attention.
Six highly educated students, and not just six highly educated students, they represent a group that has been exploited to the point of despair. But they died and that was that, no one cared. Their deaths didn’t even bring about a single change.
A university student in Wuhan left a will before committing suicide, “Let my death be the impetus for the school to change.” But the news of his death was quickly covered up, and the students who exposed his jumping video were also quickly interviewed and punished by the school.
Just a year ago, the students of this university collectively accused the school of violent oppression online. Now, one of them hopes to force the school to change with his death, but they collectively chose silence. When reporters interviewed them, not a single person dared to speak up, not a single person dared to speak up.
In any country, the suicide of a university student is a very serious event, let alone a series of suicides. But we are used to it, used to university students committing suicide, used to deans and professors raping students, used to academicians and professors fabricating research and using tens of millions of funds to support their harems.
We are used to it, we are used to it, we are used to it.
We are powerless, we are powerless, we are powerless.
Professor Rao Yi is hailed as a hero, but what has he changed? He can’t change anything.
I often wonder what I can change, but what can I change? Even I am used to students committing suicide. Because I am also a professor, and a professor at a so-called prestigious university.
The current students are really amazing, we criticize power and criticize darkness, and they will be regarded as enemies by them, and they will be verbally attacked by them, they are really fierce.
But when they themselves are oppressed, they dare not resist, they dare not resist power, they fear the school. Even when their classmates around them choose to commit suicide, they dare not speak a word.
They shout patriotism, and I am willing to believe that their words are sincere, but when their closest classmates commit suicide, none of them dare to speak up.
I dare to report a deputy-provincial-level official by my real name, I am not afraid of the big hats coming to threaten me, I dare to take my students to provide free medical assistance to those desperate patients, but I am afraid of today’s university students.
They are like wolves, and they are also as docile as little lambs at any time. I am a professor, a beast that can roar. My responsibility is to impart knowledge and teach, but I really don’t know how to face today’s university students.
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