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"A large portrait of Chairman Mao at the entrance of the street drew my attention. It was on a cement board about five feet high. The background was peeling away and I saw a rip as big as half of my palm on Mao’s chin. Beneath the portrait a quotation was printed in red: “Never forget – struggle!” But the other part of the slogan was hidden by a woman’s pink underwear
and blue skirt, which hung on a long piece of bamboo pole sticking out of a nearby window. All I could see was “Revolution is not a dinner party!”"
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