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Updated: May 10, 2025
The father and mother were reading some American papers sent them by their old college friends in the United States. Suddenly that little two-year-old sat straight up in its mat bed, lifted its arms in the air and shouted "Mansei! Mansei! Mansei!" three times and then dropped back to sleep as if nothing had happened. "How did you feel?" I asked my Korean friend. "It made me cry.
These Chun-do Kyo people gathered on the appointed day for the Korean Independence celebration, and held the usual speeches and shouting of 'Mansei. The Korean gendarmes did not want to or dared not interfere, so that day was spent by the people as they pleased. "A few days later Japanese soldiers arrived to investigate and to put down the uprising.
A large Korean flag was raised on the wall behind, and the crowd rose to its feet cheering, waving flags, calling "Mansei." There was to be a parade through the streets. But spies had already hurried off to the police station, and before the people could leave, a company of policemen arrived. "Remain quiet," the word went round. The police gathered up the flags.
You have given us education, and you have given us these diplomas. The teachers have been good to us." Then he reached in his blouse and pulled out a Korean flag. To have one in one's possession is a crime in Korea in the judgment of the Japanese. Waving it above his little head he cried, "Give us back our country! May Korea live a thousand years! Mansei! Mansei! Mansei!"
In that same posture of torture Koreans rise to their toes when they give their national cry of "Mansei" for all the world like an American student giving his college yell. "It means life and death to give that cry as you know," said this intelligent Korean. "Then what will your children do when they grow a bit older and go out on the streets and yell this cry?" I asked this intelligent father.
A number of students from the college and academy were on the top of a bank, looking on at the drill. Suddenly the soldiers, in obedience to a word of command, rushed at the students. The latter took to their heels and fled, save two or three who stood their ground. The students who had escaped cheered; and one of the men who stood his ground called "Mansei."
Then the signers rang up the Central Police Station, informed the shocked officials of what they had done, and added that they would wait in the restaurant until the police van came to arrest them. The automobile prison van, with them inside, had to make its way to the police station through dense crowds, cheering and shouting, "Mansei! Mansei! Mansei!"
They were trying to frighten him from giving vent to his only method of showing his patriotism. His eyes flashed fire. He leapt to his feet with a contemptuous look at his Japanese captors. Then like flashing piston rods of steel his arms shot into the air above his head three times, shouting in their mute patriotism, "Mansei! Mansei! Mansei!"
Would the mistress come and disperse them? The mistress hurried off. Sure enough, here were the girls in the street, wearing national badges, waving national flags, calling on the police to come and take them. The men had gathered and were shouting "Mansei!" also. The worried Chief of Police, who was a much more decent kind than many of his fellows, begged the mistress to do something.
The boy smiled a sublime smile and then knelt on his knees over the white cloth and before the missionary's tear-misty eyes wrote across the immaculate cloth in his own blood the words: "Mansei! Mansei! Mansei! Korean Independence Forever! Self-determination!" Then underneath these words in a few swift strokes in his own blood he drew a picture of the Korean flag.
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