I was sitting in Chengdu back in 1995. The streets were lined with people watching the passage of several trucks loaded with condemned prisoners. Each had his head lowered in shame. His family had paid for his bullets. If they had money, they gave the executing officer a bonus to deliver the coup de grace. The commissars are as cold-hearted as a Texas governor. After the trucks disappeared into the sports stadium, the people went back to their lives. Resistance was futile.