This is a family biography, the story of a family split by an ocean and by different ways of life. It’s a sad tale of prejudice, war, and brutality, as well as of love.
Chan Sam had a
wife and land in southern China in the 1920s, but word was that one
could make enough money at ‘Gold Mountain’- Canada or the USA- for a person to set themselves up for
life. So Chan Sam went to Canada to make his fortune. He didn’t like
being alone- there were very, very few women in the Chinatowns at the time. He acquired a concubine
from China: a 17 year old May-ying, who was
basically sold. Chan didn’t have the money to pay for her, so he made a deal
with a tea house owner: the girl would be Chan’s concubine, but during the days
and evenings she would work at the tea house to pay off her own purchase price.
That’s not an auspicious start for a relationship.
As time went
on, May-ying had two baby girls. Chan wanted them educated in China, and between the two of them they had
made enough money to go home for a while. When Chan Sam and May-ying returned
to Canada, her daughters remained in China with Chan’s wife. They returned just in
time for May-ying’s third child to be born on Canadian soil. It wasn’t the
hoped for son that would have given her some prestige in the family, but
another daughter- worthless in her eyes. In time, Chan Sam returned to China without May-ying to try and sire a son
on his wife. This left the young May-ying in the unenviable position of
financially supporting not just herself and her daughter, but Chan Sam, his
wife in China, and her two daughters over there. Not
to mention the costs of the mansion (by rural Chinese village standards) that
Chan Sam was building in his village. That’s a lot to expect of a young woman.
Even after Chan Sam returned to Canada, but had separated from May-ying, he
showed up every week to collect the money she had earned. Not that he was lazy;
he did back breaking work in the shingle mills and at any other job he could
find. Employment was severely limited for the Chinese in North America.
May-ying was a badly damaged person. She sought solace in
alcohol and gambling, and abused her daughter both physically and emotionally.
I was horrified by the way she treated her, but the circumstances of May-ying’s
life might have broken anyone. Thankfully, the daughter, who took the English
name Winnie, had the inner reserves to survive, concentrating on school and
getting away from home. She succeeded in doing so, through hard work and
marriage, and brought up a great family. The author is Winnie’s second
daughter.
After 50 years, the Canadian sister and the Chinese sister
finally managed to meet in a 4 day visit that brought tears to my eyes. But
what really hit an emotional chord was the way the Chinese family viewed
May-ying: basically ignoring the money she’d sent for years, they saw her only
as a very bad wife who brought only misery to Chan Sam. They were only given
half the story.
It’s a very sad story of the miserable lives the Chinese in North America lived during the first half of the 20th
century thanks to prejudice, and an even sadder one that as bad as those lives
were, they were considered worth while because monetarily it was even worse in China. I’ve read a number of books about the
Chinese in North
America, and
this one is the grimmest. But it’s a story I couldn’t put down and stayed up
half the night reading.
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