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When Anar Sabit was in her twenties and living in Vancouver, she liked to tell her friends that people could control their own destinies. Her experience, she was sure, was proof enough.
She had come to Canada in 2014, a bright, confident immigrant from Kuytun, a small city west of the Gobi Desert, in a part of China that is tucked between Kazakhstan, Siberia, and Mongolia. “Kuytun” means “cold” in Mongolian; legend has it that Genghis Khan’s men, stationed there one frigid winter, shouted the word as they shivered. During Sabit’s childhood, the city was an underdeveloped colonial outpost in a contested region that locals called East Turkestan. The territory had been annexed by imperial China in the eighteenth century, but on two occasions it broke away, before Mao retook it, in the nineteen-forties. In Beijing, it was called New Frontier, or Xinjiang: an untamed borderland.
the way i think 99% of party officials are. bo organized massive rallies packing stadiums with communist party faithful in tv friendly spectacles. a throw back to the days that startled friends and enemies. he was good at using media to glamorize himself and successfully fooled ordinary people and they weren t able to see his real intentions and political ambition. he signaled his ambition by bringing in powerful police chief and together they arrested thousands of criminals in a smash campaign. they had logic unlimited ambition. if you look at this, supposed to be the cloud computing center of the police force. it is enormous cathedral like and his lofty aims and brew tall tactics made him enemies. during his four years he