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Queen Min, who stood up to the Daewon-gun, her father-in-law,

was a fearsome woman.

On the faces of the court ladies

who slept with her husband King Gojong

she inflicted all kinds of scars,

and added all kinds of harsh punishments.

She was murdered one night by a band of Japanese thugs.

Her dead body was burned,

became a handful of bones

that someone secretly buried.

Later, the Lady Eom,

who had kept her distance from Queen Min, was called

to be the recipient of Gojong’s love.

Lady Eom was benevolent.

The courtiers felt relieved at last.

This wise queen,

separately from the schools of the foreign missionaries

founded Yanjeong School,

Jinmyeong Ladies’ School,

Sukmyeong Ladies’ School with money from the privy purse

and her own resources.

Yangjeong School offered traditional education,

Jinmyeong and Sukmyeong aimed at modern education.

In the end her son Eun, known as King Yeongchin,

was sent away to Japan as a hostage at the age of eleven.

His royal father

and royal mother were broken-hearted.

His royal father

inscribed for him the character
‘endure’.

His mother, the Lady Eom, died of typhoid fever

before ever seeing again the Crown Prince, her only son.

During the war, people were less than animals.

During the war,

they were insects, they were netted fish.

They wriggled

they flapped, they collapsed, grew stiff.

People were as vulgar as vulgar could be.

On March 5, 1951,

people went into air-raid shelters

and shook with fear of being bombed.

At the least sound of a plane

cold sweat ran down their backs.

Once the sound of the plane had died away

vegetables came out, meat appeared,

rice-cakes too appeared

in front of the Central Cinema at Wangsim-ni.

They had to go on living amidst the bombs.

They had to buy and sell.

If a bomb fell somewhere close,

the merchants vanished

leaving their bundles of cabbages where they were.

In March the Chinese forces began to retreat.

On March 10 the People's Army withdrew.

Yi Hae-myeong, from the royal line of Joseon,

was forced to go with the People's Army as a volunteer.

In streets littered with corpses

Yi Hae-myeong's wife

wore men's underwear

and came out to sell women's clothes.

She never hid during bombing raids

but stayed in her market corner

Even when she'd had nothing to eat for three days

her face retained its human dignity,

female modesty too,

and her woman's patience

remained alive, enduring the pain deep inside her.

In a rough age

she remained, still a human being.

Soon after Liberation in 1945,

Seoul began to swarm with 370 different political parties and civic groups.

Every morning when you woke up

several more had hung out their signboards.

Parties of just five members appeared, without even a signboard.

The commander of the occupying forces, General Hodge,

detested the Koreans, calling them cats or worse.

All the Koreans working in Hodge’s headquarters

and the Koreans in the streets

outside his headquarters

were liberally doused in DDT.

Smothered in that poisonous powder

the Koreans would giggle helplessly

while seething with shame.

Thanks to the Americans who came for the war

in 1950 Korea again became a land of DDT.

Fleas, bugs and the plentiful lice and nits about their bodies,

even the invisible microbes,

were uncivilised

so the Americans drenched the Koreans

in plentiful quantities of DDT.

All the orphans likewise

received baptisms in Hallelujah and DDT.

Offspring with neither dad nor mom became the offspring of DDT.

Choi Johan, a war orphan,

had as his family name that of the director of his orphanage, Zion Home,

and as his given name

the John of the Gospel of St. John.

His original name, Bak Seon-sik was completely forgotten.

Since his room happened to be next to a stinking cesspool,

Choi Johan’s blanket

always smelt of a mixture of sewage and DDT.

Ah, home, sweet home.

They walked all the way from Jinnampo in North Korea

to Hongseong in South Korea's Chungcheong province.

They walked and walked.

For twenty days they fled.

Yi Jeon-hae

and her sister Yi Jeong-i

with their parents following them.

All day long walking with nothing to eat.

When they found a well

they drank then walked on in the flesh-biting cold.

They dreaded the American troops

so they smeared their clothes

with their own shit.

They spread soot from kitchen chimneys

over their faces.

The mother became

a beggar-mum,

her daughters beggar kids

Their bodies stank of shit.

Instead of American troops, dogs came running.

Their robust father

likewise

blackened his face. The teeth inside his lips looked stronger still.

When snow fell

they ventured into a village

and were saved by a shed

or an empty cowstall.

Three hundred miles they walked

to arrive at Hongseong, and settle there.

When China attacked in January 1951,

Chinese forces never reached Hongseong,

being held back near the 38th parallel.

The family began a new life amidst the hills and fields of Hongseong,

purchased a big hospital.

One daughter, Yi Jeong-i, got married,

became the wife of poet-professor Kim Young-moo. Never late for Mass.

In Jangsa-dong, central Seoul, a big tiled-roof house lay empty.

After Seoul was recaptured for the second time

someone, intent on taking over the house,

came along, snarling:

‘This house used to be a red’s; from now on it’s mine.’

Another man came along, snarling:

‘I must live here.

A red killed my brother.’

Yet another man came along, accompanied by an MP.

‘I’m anti-communist fighter Bak Jong-sik, don’t you know?

You two, get out.

This house should belong to an anti-communist fighter.

Down with Kim Il-sung!

Defeat the communist party!’

Bak Jong-sik, a relative of the MP, took over the house.

After the MP left in his jeep,

the new owner moved into the empty house.

He removed the spider webs.

He had a name-plate made.

He bought a fierce dog.

‘Beware of the dog!’ was painted on the gate.