​Let me tell you my story. I survived Mao’s Cultural Revolution and escaped with my life to America. I’ve dedicated that life to preserving our Constitutional Republic; the freedoms I found here deserve to be protected. When you see the statements and memes going around taken completely out of context, accusing me of quoting Mao – I did quote him. I point out at every opportunity the evils I witnessed firsthand. I have also called today’s antifa black guards, comparing them to Mao’s red guards. I was born in Shanghai, China with three strikes against me. My late grandfather, John Yue, was a capitalist. He owned a tailor shop that employed 12 tailors and supported 12 families. So that was strike one. I was the offspring of a “capitalist pig.“ I was raised devout Christian, and my grandfather was an elder in the Methodist Church. The Methodist Church in China is more evangelical than the denomination in the United States. That was strike two. To the CCP, religion is the opiate of the masses, so I was labeled the offspring of an “opium pusher.” My grandfather was also a deputy commissioner in the Shanghai British Concession. After the Opium Wars, Shanghai was divided into several foreign districts that included a self-governing British district called a concession. My grandfather oversaw the Chinese police within that concession, and to the CCP, he was considered an enemy of the state because he was working for a foreign power. Strike three. It is ingrained in my nature to not keep my mouth shut. As children, my schoolmates and I were placed in state-run brainwashing sessions where we were told to stand in front of the class and self-criticize. We all learned not to form tight relationships because the CCP had “minders” everywhere, and even as a child, I could trust almost no one. Kids were forced to report on their parents, friends, and family to the CCP. We were told this was called the “CCP loyalty test.” My father was so fearful by then, that he destroyed the small shortwave radio we had hidden in our home so that the CCP wouldn’t catch us even listening to Voice of America. Being caught would have been a death sentence for me. We were told to criticize capitalism as well. We were told capitalism was exploitation of the masses. The lesson we were to learn was that capitalists were evil because they overproduced milk, for example, then poured it in the ocean to keep the prices artificially high to hurt the poor. But when I walked to school, I saw milk lines down the street for blocks, and so I argued: How could communism be so superior if we can’t produce enough milk? The other kids got very excited over this idea. That week, my parents got a call from the CCP telling them if they couldn’t get me to keep my mouth shut, they would “make me disappear in the night” and my parents would “pay for the bullet.” I was then sent to a “reeducation farm” by communist farmers in the countryside. My grandfather had escaped to Hong Kong and maintained his Christian activism in the church. He was able to attend a Methodist world conference in Hawaii where he spoke to the president of Alaska Pacific University, which was formerly known as Alaska Methodist University. The president of that University happened to be a liberal Democrat named Dr. Glenn Olds. I didn’t know the difference between Democrat or Republican then, but my grandfather told him his grandson was in big trouble, and the university agreed to facilitate a student visa on my behalf. The process took about three months. The rumormongers, I hear, have started a story that because Dr. Olds was liberal and I met him, that this is all the “proof” they need that I’m a communist spy. This crazy statement makes me shake my head. To someone on the CCP’s kill list, Alaska Pacific University and its staff were all part of a literal lifeline. I was 20 years old when I landed in Anchorage, Alaska. I spoke only two words: “Coca Cola” and “thank you.” I had to start from the very beginning with the ABCs. I got a scholarship with the student visa, but I also had to work mopping floors in a grocery store and waiting tables to finish putting myself through college. The CCP endorsed presidential candidate Jimmy Carter, so naturally, I had an interpreter translate for me what party Ronald Reagan belonged to and how he wanted to take down the Soviet Union, and that’s when I knew the Republican Party was my political home. After going through the legal citizenship process and moving to Oregon, I became involved as a Republican PCP in Polk County. I started my own business. I built a home. The American Flag I was given to hold on August 28, 1992, during my Oath of Allegiance sits proudly on the desk in my office to this day. I swore to protect America against enemies foreign and domestic, and I took that oath seriously. My goals remain: flip Oregon red, financially destroy the CCP without a shot fired, and protect our Republic. I have been through the hell of communism and survived by the Grace of God. If America falls, I know I have nowhere to go – and neither do you.