A Chinese man recalls "As a boy, I did not know what a god looked like, but I knew that...

A Chinese man recalls "As a boy, I did not know what a god looked like, but I knew that Mao was the god of our lives. When I was six, I accidentally broke a large porcelain Mao badge. Fear gripped me. In my life until that moment, the breaking of the badge seemed the worst thing I had ever done. Desperate to hide my crime, I took the pieces and threw them down a public toilet. For months I felt guilty." This guilt is a sign that this boy had