I was a child refugee, writes the Chinese artist and activist.
I know how it feels to live in a camp, robbed of my humanity.
Refugees must be seen to be an essential part of our shared humanity
I was born in 1957, the same year China purged more than 300,000 intellectuals, including writers, teachers, journalists and whoever dared to criticise the newly established communist government.
Because my father, Ai Qing, was the…