"A person on the phone told him to leave town"
Before he was taken away, my father and I were video-chatting all the time. Tuesday night – Wednesday morning for him – he told me he got a phone call. The person on the other end of the time ordered him to leave town. He knew they would take him and my mother to the airport, but he didn’t know where they were going. Then he said he had to go, and turned off the computer.After that, I didn’t hear from him until Wednesday night. On the phone, he told me he and my mother were fine, and that they were in a Chinese city far away from home. He said he should be home in a few days. He didn’t say if he was with anybody, but he was speaking very carefully, so it’s probable the conversation was being listened to. Since then his phone has been turned off.Today [Thursday], a message was posted under his username on KDnet. [The message, pictured below, reads: “I was not taken away, as some imagine. My family has to deal with an urgent affair, so I have to postpone all communication for a few days. My wife and I are dealing with this problem; I will contact you all after that. Thanks for caring about me.”] What emergency? This doesn’t sound like him. Either he wanted to reassure people for the time being, or someone else wrote this message.The message in question."They should take away the people that failed those children, not my father"I’m very worried about him. This is a ridiculous case. Why doesn’t the government try to solve the problem and prevent such atrocities from happening, instead of taking someone away? I’m sure there are more cases of street children dying like this, but this one was only reported because my father was there. They should take away the people that failed those children, not my father. They should encourage people like him.I think some people must have been worried that if my father kept giving interviews and gave more details about these kids, more people would have to be fired. This is a way of keeping him quiet. It’s not the first time, though. Three years ago, when I moved to the United States, the authorities told my father that if he stopped writing, they would give him a passport to come visit me. He’s applied over and over, and has always been denied. But he’s never given up hope.