Don’t Forget the REAL China

This article appeared in Business to Business Magazine this week. It will serve as a wake-up call for some, an “Amen” moment for others..

Don’t ever forget the ‘real’ China
Tim Darnell
August 11, 2008

My old editor – the man who taught me the ropes of how to run a magazine – kept his favorite photograph on his office door. He was kind of a contrarion – someone who took a bit of glee tweaking the establishment, no matter where that establishment may be or who it might be, and regardless of whether it providing his paycheck. (Note to my publisher: sound like anyone you know?)

You’ve all seen the image – the 1989 photograph of a lone Chinese citizen standing in front of four Red Army tanks, on their way to crush the Tiananmen Square pro-liberty demonstrations. But too many of us seem to have forgotten it, the icon that truly captures what the Chinese system is all about.

This past Friday evening, while my colleagues in the mainstream press were doing their best to replace that image with the techno-glamour and high-tech pageantry of Beijing’s opening ceremonies, I’ll never embrace China’s 2008 PR blitz known as the XXIX Olympiad with that photograph in the image gallery of my mind.

I couldn’t help but be impressed with Beijing’s opening ceremonies, a series of occurrences that no doubt are among the most impressive and elaborate in recent Olympic memory. But a wealthy Communist dictatorship (don’t forget, that’s exactly what it is) that rules the lives of a fifth of the world’s population can accomplish the most awe-inspiring of spectacles when it wants to. And there is no better motivation to do so when the Olympics come to town. (Is it any wonder that Jacques Rogge’s arrogance can seep through a high-def TV screen from 3,000 miles away?)

But to me, what was truly memorable about Friday’s ceremony was when 53 Chinese children entered the stadium carrying the Chinese flag. NBC’s talking heads, reading from the copy provided to them by the Games’ PR staff, explained the children represent China’s 53 ethnic groups. Then, when the children passed the flag to Red Army soldiers, who sharply sent it up a flagpole, NBC’s so-called China analyst said we had just witnessed a “profound” moment. Apparently, the passing of the Chinese flag from the children to the soldiers represented the fact that the state is the guardian, protector and provider of the Chinese people, i.e., that the state takes care of its people.

Now, that’s exactly what the Tiananmen Square demonstrators were thinking during their peaceful demonstration more than 19 years ago. The prevailing thought at that time was, no matter how long the demonstrations went on, the Chinese military would never fire on its own people. But we all found out differently, no one more so than the Chinese people. This same communist entity – represented by the army this NBC analyst says now cares and provides for its charges – over the course of a few days, would massacre between 200 and 3,000 people (that’s the other thing about a Communist dictatorship; you can never really find out the whole truth.)

Like many of you, I’m going to enjoy the Olympics over the coming days. I’m going to rejoice in each and every American victory and accomplishment. But no matter how many reports you read from Beijing; no matter how many blogs you peruse about how proud the Chinese people are of their nation; no matter how many commentators like Bob Costas opine that we better get used to hearing the Chinese national anthem because they’re going to win a ton of gold; don’t forget this one simple fact – Red China is a totalitarian system not significantly different than the one which Ronald Reagan and the United States defeated not long ago, the USSR. These games are no different in pageantry than the ones which Jimmy Carter boycotted in 1980, the Moscow Games.

In a global, high-tech, information-when-we-want-it age, the differences between nations can seem minor. But don’t allow the images and sounds you see for the next two weeks to replace that poignant, 1989 image, for that is the real China. And all the pageantry in the world will never obscure it.

Recycle the world.

In the past three days I have made two very large donations to Goodwill. Joe and I visited my storage unit this week and boy did I have some junk in some of those boxes. I actually found a used SOS pad in one of them. Here are just a few things that went to Goodwill:

  • a computer monitor
  • cordless phone
  • keyboard
  • 8 pairs of shoes
  • microwave
  • small clock
  • 3 heavy sweaters
  • 2 purses

I also stumbled across many books that I have read and do not feel a need to stuff back into storage or try to squeeze onto our already tight shelves. I will take a trip out to the Book Nook today to ditch them. You have to love the many opportunities there are in this town to make your trash someone elses treasure and not cram landfills.

The funny thing about living for over a year without many of your belongings is that you realize how many of them you do not need because you cannot remember most of them. There were several college textbooks I had no use for and I finally let go of my ancient Doc Martins from college that actually had mold on them. Joe got into the act too and when I arrived at the condo after work I was greeted with a stack of clothing he was donating. I hope to slowly turn him into a clutter free man. Or at least a little less clutter. As we join our things together storage space has become a premium and we need as little clutter as possible. Pray for me.

Be Nice

When I was in elementary school when I grew up I wanted to be…Nice. Yes, nice. Not a lawyer, teacher(well maybe), not a weather forecaster just nice. Because I had run into so many people who in my young estimation were complete tools, I thought I should be basic in my wish for the future and pray to not be a meanie!

In those days the vast majority of adults in my world were teachers and a few of them were soo great. Ms. Watkins in kindergarten and Mrs. Mann in 4th were two of my favorites. Mrs. Jones in 2nd grade was completely unreasonable and took my Princess Leia doll when she caught me playing with it in class. What tha’ junk??!!! She could have been nice about the whole thing. Mrs. Crockett in the 3rd grade was hilarous. She would stomp on your Hot Wheels if she caught you playing with them during class but I still liked her. Maybe I learned my lesson in 2nd grade or maybe it was the look of agony on those boys faces but I respected her for doing it. You can be a disiplinarian and a nice person at the same time and she knew how to walk that fine line.

Looking back as an adult I see that it wasn’t that some of them were good with kids, well they were, but even more important they were just good. I am sure they had loads of friends outside of the job, laughed a lot, donated to charity when they could and didn’t litter. That was who I wanted to be. And thank God, that is who I am