Ji-li’s stamp album represents her individuality and uniqueness—and, by extension, the individuality of all human beings. Thus, the way that the Red Guards who raid the Jiang family home treat it when they confiscate and destroy it shows how little the Chinese Communist Party truly cares for the people it claims to serve. The album matters to Ji-li because it was a gift from Grandma and because it represents Ji-li’s hard work and persistence—it took years of collecting to get it to its current state. But when the Cultural Revolution begins, the government declares things like stamp collecting bourgeois and Four Olds—and therefore abhorrent to the true revolutionary cause. But despite her desire to conform to Party ideology, Ji-li cannot bring herself to get rid of the album, and this refusal foreshadows both her enduring loyalty to her family despite persecution and her commitment to remaining true to herself in the face of pressure to conform. Although she dresses, speaks, and acts as much like everyone else as she can to escape attention, deep within herself, Ji-li refuses to let go of her individuality—and the stamp album reminds her of that.
Stamp Album Quotes in Red Scarf Girl
All my treasures were scattered on the floor. The butterfly fell out of its glass box; one wing was crushed under a bottle of glass beads. My collection of candy wrappers had fallen out of their notebook and were crumpled under my stamp album.
My stamp album! It had been a gift from Grandma when I started school, and it was my dearest treasure. For six years, I had been getting cancelled stamps from my friends, carefully soaking them to get every bit of envelope paper off. I had collected them one by one until I had complete sets. I had even bought some inexpensive sets with my own allowance. I loved my collection even though I knew I should not. With the start of the Cultural Revolution all the stamp shops were closed down, because stamp collecting was considered bourgeois. Now I just knew something terrible was going to happen to it.
One by one I picked up all the clothes, folded them, and put them away. I picked up one of Dad’s white shirts and suddenly flushed with embarrassment and anger. My sanitary belt! It was lying on the floor, not even covered by its blue plastic bag. […]
This, of all things, was private. It was a girl’s secret. I never even let Dad or Ji-yong see it. […] Now one of those Red Guards, probably a boy, had looked at it—had held it! I felt as if I had been stripped naked in public.
[…] Wasn’t a home a private place? A place where the family could feel secure? How could strangers come through and search through our secrets? If Grandpa was a landlord, they could confiscate all his things. But I was not a landlord. Why did they have to search through my things?