Just to recount another incident that happened this past year:
One of our senior monks, who attends puja every morning, was walking back in the rain to the labrang where he lives one morning when he slipped and fell on the side of the road. As it turns out, there were no other Shar Gaden monks with him to offer assistance.
As monks walked by from other monasteries, he asked for help from them as he could not get up from the muddy ground on his own. He was completely ignored and left in the mud for almost 10 minutes as monks from other monasteries walked by as if he did not exist.
It wasn't until a monk from his labrang came by that he was helped to his feet and led home.
This broke the hearts of many of our monks as this senior monk is loved and admired by literally hundreds of monks from our monastery.
To this senior monk's credit, he holds no anger or bitterness at those who refused to help him. For those that know him, it would be impossible to fathom this monk holding anything but love and compassion in his heart.
As for me, I still see the monk who spit at me from time to time. He often watches me as I walk by the Shartse bookshop on my way to classes. When I look at him, I try to smile, although he has yet to reciprocate. I will keep trying.
Some of the monks I know have suffered unimaginable things due to this ban. Families have been ripped apart, students split from their teachers and Gurus etc..
What I have experienced in just a speck of what others have gone through.
The over-all feeling I get, and this is just my opinion, is that the worst is in the past.
May this be a new dawn rising.