Ghosts of the past.

Finished watching the documentary The Morning Sun just now and I felt it was quite sad towards the end of it. As much as I am a Chinese whose roots should undeniably originate from China, the history of the Cultural Revolution didn't allow me to comprehend the generation's mindset nor sympathize with people who lost so much in the massive scale revolution. It has, however, no doubt aroused my empathy for the people whose very basic beliefs had been cruelly crushed under the emergence of a new government. Who is, or rather was, the bad guy? In today's perspective, it might just be subjective but unfortunately, it wasn't applicable the same way during that era. I can't get why the people were so full of awe and respect for the chairman but I believe like one of the men in the video mentioned, it is like young people today going after celebrities and feeling excited over a mere handshake with them. My curiosity was to the extent that I wished I was born during that time so that I can have a taste of the 'high' atmosphere whereby being involved in a revolution like this was a life's goal. How imperative or effective was the revolution? Merely for economical and cultural development? Or could it be for regime consolidation? There had been so much censorship and hidden agenda which were never meant for the people's eyes. Who are we to judge? But then again, like the lady who spoke again at the end of the video, it all boils down to nothingness eventually. All that was asked for was an intact family, mutual trust among members.