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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

to slip away unpunished? Comrades, are you

satisfied with him?”

“No we are not!” the students answered. They

hadn’t listened to me at all. They didn’t know what I

had confessed.

Then Dwarf said, “I’m not either! He wants to

slip by! Can we allow him to do so?”

“No, we can’t!”

So, I had to write again. This time, I gave up the

idea to write a beautiful article to show off my talent.

I did my best to use as few adjectives as possible. I

directly cursed myself. I denounced myself

mercilessly. I wrote that I was a Stinking Old Ninth.

I wrote that I was most ignorant and was worthless. I

said that I had to learn from the workers. I had to

start over again. I said that I had to become a real

proletarian teacher so that I could follow Chairman

Mao and join the revolution for all of my life. It was

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