Published in Overland Issue 236 Spring 2019 · Uncategorized when we elevated a section of the great wall Grace Yee we had a student from the middle kingdom stay with us for three weeks and she was perfectly happy here despite the multitudes of bullocks and a malfunctioning body scanner. there was no ill will generated when we elevated a section of the great wall. her family – descendants of a red six-volume book printed quarterly and dating back to the song dynasty – liked to chase unsavoury loans through the back entrance to their home that looked out on the yellow river. the children were fully aware at the age of nine or ten that this was a well-organised filing cabinet gratified by an embassy that specialises in orientalism. every day visitors clocked in and out, secure in their swipe-phone knowledges and officious myopias. the accused were thoroughly examined and depositions from witnesses taken to a line of dinghies moored at the banks where mindless people twitter. despite paragraph rearrangements here and there, human rights discourse retains all the harshness of wild fruit, and multicultural streams have never been in vogue, damned as they are by sand bags. the student’s advice: always use your best people and porcelain cleaned with lavender and baking soda, pay close attention to the heavy legislations framed in wood upwards of one hundred pounds in weight, forget about binding allowances, and think twice before drawing the colour line because the editor is not white and mao was not the last dancer. if you look up and admire the light fittings and ceiling cornices, we could be asian- pacific sweethearts for eight hundred years: we celestials excel at kite-flying. Read the rest of Overland 236 If you liked this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Grace Yee Grace Yee teaches in the writing and literature programs at the University of Melbourne and at Deakin University. She is currently a Creative Fellow at the State Library of Victoria. Her poetry has most recently appeared in Meanjin, Rabbit, and Poetry New Zealand Yearbook. More by Grace Yee › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election. 17 April 202417 April 2024 · Culture From the edge of the circle pit: growing up punk and girl in Indonesia Dina Indrasafitri Circa 1999, I sat on the floor in a poorly lit house on the outskirts of Jakarta, still in my grey-and-white high-school uniform. The members of the protest punk band Anti-Military were plotting their first album recording in the next room. Scattered around me were political pamphlets, zines and books touching on the subjects of anarchism, anti-work and anti-racism.