Showing posts with label Hu Jintao. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hu Jintao. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

"Why should I live on now?"

"I'm already 39 and he's 44," said his wife. "We had only one child. Why should I live on now?"

The quote's from a Guardian article that paints an achingly grim picture of the aftermath in Dujiangyan, where a primary school collapsed, one floor of concrete pancaking onto another. There's a video, too. And here, via Shanghaiist, Al-Jazeera's Melissa Chan brings us more images. Uniformed relief workers bent over in exhaustion. Shadows milling in the dark. Kids extracted by their arms and legs out of hulking chasms. People ferrying the unidentified dead from one resting place to another, waiting for relatives to return them lost names, faces. Parents sobbing something unhuman. And those are just the movements of the living, who share the brunt of death with the dead, each hour their dark bruise of grief lengthening until the outer edges have discolored the heart and transformed grief into anger. When you've painted a face on tragedy you almost prefer numbers: TK dead, TK missing, TK destroyed. Almost.

Most Chinese families, I'd say, are organized around children -- this is probably true for families of any country, but China's one-child policy makes the child all the more precious. They are the parents' lifeline into the future, ensuring there will be a future to speak of. They are also, I'm sure, sources of pride, joy and hope. I don't need to wax poetic about this: you know where this is headed. The stories coming out of Sichuang are heartbreaking.

One more thing, which I hesitate to publish for reasons which will become apparent: via The Opposite End of China, a link to the Westboro Baptist Church in my home state of Kansas and a pamphlet of theirs that states "God hates China." Check it out if you want. A couple years ago I gave Fred Phelps and Westboro Baptist 1,237 of my well-thought words in an online essay. They don't deserve any more.

POSTSCRIPT: The importance of "these three days," and the shame of CCTV (and President Hu Jintao), via Zhonghainan, newly added to blogroll.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Tying up loose ends

An addendum to the previous post:

  • By far the most comprehensive blog entries on the Sichuan earthquake came from Shanghaiist (100+ updates) and The Beijinger (TPJ), but Danwei also has a nice entry from its archives on the Tangshan earthquake of 1976, which my family has spoken of (the aftershocks rocked Beijing on the night my aunt was to be released from jail... she hasn't said much on this subject -- a protest was involved, and a house fire, I believe -- but the experience left a lasting impression, this I know). Over at Global Voices Online you can watch several videos and read reactions (translated) from people at the scene.

  • Yesterday I expressed my admiration for Renaissance man Hu Jintao and his many skills, but I should have linked to this article from TBJ: Hu Jintao apparently likes baseball. He hasn't played in 50 years, he says in the video (which is hilarious), but he professes a long-held fondness for the sport. The proprietor of the Kansas City Royals blog In Dayton We Trust salutes him.

  • Remember when I said I think Chinese women are less conservative than people suspect? Here's a little of what I mean: the ad to the right was found on ZDface.com, a glamor website that advertises the sexiness of high-heeled shoes and the like. The product, in case you haven't noticed, advertises "More chubbiness chest." It's a lotion called Ardme (I think). Feel free to explore their website.

  • Jiujiu is home, safe and sound. And life resumes as before.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Earthquake kills thousands in Central China... to the world, whatever you are: please stop

Sometimes -- it's rare this happens, and when it does it's usually self-incurred, me spending too much time in a room by myself -- I get a sinking feeling the world's gone mad and I'm the last witness. I opened a browser just now and look what popped up:


In case you're keeping score at home, that's:

Storms kill 22 over Mother's Day weekend ... gas prices hit 5th straight record ... bloated bodies rot along Myanmar river ... 3 men die in 'detergent suicide' pact ... wildfires rage, stamp prices increase, death and love, another suicide and, oh yes, a horrific earthquake. The entire gamut of human tragedy, menial to profound, edited to fit into one website sidebar.

Then I refreshed my browser and this came up:



3,000.

Add that to the spiraling death toll in Myanmar -- if you've followed the story at all, you have to understand how surreal it seems, when at first our reaction was, "Oh, cute, a cyclone," and progressed to, "What, 350 dead?" to "What, 4,000 dead?" to "What, 15,000 dead?" to "What, more?" Radio Netherlands Worldwide dropped this bombshell recently: 80,000 are feared dead from a single district. I'm usually a stickler for grammar, but I think it'd be okay if I ignored conventions for a bit: !!!!!!! !!!! !!!!!! -- and the tornadoes that hit the Midwestern United States and the nearly 300,000 that died in Asia from the tsunami in late 2004 and Katrina in 2005 and you just have to wonder...

What is it Joseph Stalin said, One death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic? What a brilliant quote, seething with the cold, malicious cackle of irony. There is nothing statistical about this:



My uncle (Jiujiu) called me while I was sitting down to dinner today and asked if I felt any tremors. I told him I did not. He said, rather matter-of-factly, that an earthquake had hit Sichuan, and that the aftershocks should be rolling around sometime soon, and for me not to be worried. I told him OK.

I had no idea 3,000 are dead.

I know this is natural, just nature's way of shaking its coat of fur of bits and pieces that have bogged down its circadian rhythms. When we overpopulate, there will be repercussions: taketh what he giveth, that sort of deal. Still. There can be something powerful yet about statistics, something evocative of absence, which cannot be known except through juxtaposition with presence. Something warm has been blasted into oblivion and here I am, by myself in a room quiet as a summer breeze, wondering how we get it back, if such is possible or desirable.

Let's pause a moment. Links from this past week follow.

  • More on the Sichuan earthquake, from Times Online.

  • Elaborating on two stories from CNN's sidebar, above: Time reports that the D.C. Madam preferred suicide to prison, and the Economist, a couple weeks ago, wrote about Japan's new suicide craze, toilet bowl cleaner with bath salts (or "detergent and other chemicals," as CNN puts it). "Death be not proud" was the article's title. Amateur scholars who modernize the poem "Death be not proud" inject it with exclamation marks, as if the narrator were some young, lovestricken soul raging against this dark, nebulous force for which our only defense is recalcitrance; in reality, John Donne's voice was one of rueful acceptance, of receiving death not as an adversary but a friend, imagining him as some gatekeeper allowing him to pass into an otherworld where death, poor death, is never heard from again. In other words, the Economist did Donne no credit, but I give them props for shedding light on an important issue.

    Of prostitution I have only this to say: what's so wrong with it? I've read both sides of the argument -- more swayed by one side than another -- but I'm interested to hear what you have to say.

  • Speaking of suicide and young lovers... via Shanghaiist: "Lovers commit suicide at Xujiahui's Grand Gateway." Don't click on the hyperlinked word "abuzz."

  • More on Hu Jintao's visit to Japan: does anyone else find it pleasantly odd that a world leader can be so well-balanced? We know President Bush can throw a baseball (unless he's being booed by 2/3rds of the stadium in his adopted town of D.C. on Opening Day), but Hu Jintao can probably do that while hitting high Cs in a falsetto. In Japan he wrote calligraphy, taught Li Bai and, in case you missed it, slammed home a series of points in ping pong (my shushu, somewhat of an expert ping pong player himself, commented that it takes skill to successfully spike four times consecutively, which President Hu apparently did). According to Japan Today, "[Japanese Prime Minister Yasuo] Fukuda later in the day told reporters that he 'chickened out in the face of good players.'"

  • We talked about Chinese nationalism last week, so this is a good follow-up, from the San Jose Mercury News: "The worrisome rise of pro-China youth." [HT: Shanghaiist]

  • "Bear-baiting," via The Opposite End of China (newly added to blogroll). Exerpt from The Age (Australian newspaper), quoted within: "Today, the West is involved in a game of bear-baiting with China. China has been awarded the right to host the Olympic Games, about which it has worked itself into feverish excitement and so, correspondingly, the West is in the process of humiliating China, with the Tibet issue being the West's most effective stick. It is daring China to respond, knowing that China won't because it does not want to risk a boycott of the Games. China is like a tethered bear."

  • An English Teacher in China, just discovered today, is quite a nice resource for those interested in teaching English in China (there's a light bulb warming up in my head). In today's post, the author wrote, "Her friend, the married one, thought that while Americans may date a lot before and are more 'open' than Chinese before they get married, but after they get married they become quite conservative maybe more so than Chinese are." I concur. I've heard the same thing -- Jiuma and her friend, Zhang Ting, said this a couple weeks ago -- that Chinese husbands are much less loyal to their wives than Western husbands. It makes sense, I suppose. Then again, it's my theory that unmarried Chinese women are a lot less conservative than people suspect. This theory will have to be tested.

  • The Wall Street Journal throws its cap into Olympics coverage.

  • Via China View: "Beijing, with 5,174 public toilets, has outpaced New York, London and Tokyo and become the world's No. 1 metropolis as far as public toilets are concerned." I wonder if they're counting squat toilets, because those most definitely should not count.

  • We should end on a light note. From BBC News: Great tits cope well with warming.
POSTSCRIPT: Please notice the tags on this post. This blog better get red-flagged after this.

UPDATE, 12:07 a.m.: 8,500 dead and counting. Jiujiu's in that part of the world right now -- not that far southeast, I don't think, and he did call during dinnertime, so I think he should be just fine. He was supposed to take an overnight train back to Beijing three and a half hours ago, but with aftershocks registering 5.0 on the Richter Scale around the countryside -- felt even in Pakistan -- I don't think he's going anywhere. Tried calling but his cell phone's off -- CNN's reporting communication lines have been cut off everywhere. Will update tomorrow.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

President Hu Jintao's visit to Japan

The New York Times basically got it right, I think, by saying it was a start. Of course it's a start, just like China's talks with Tibet is a start. Quoting:

Both sides worked hard to ensure that all went well this time, touching only cursorily on their bitter history. The two leaders agreed to regular summits and increased civil and military exchanges. Then there were the two pandas that Mr. Hu offered to Japan in lieu of one that recently died — an emotionally seductive touch.

Where this leads is uncertain, but it's a positive step for both countries. Yet I couldn't help but notice in Friday's Chinese telecast of the visit -- which I watched at Nainai's -- a lot of what the NY Times calls "friendly symbolism" and not enough substance. This was, no doubt, a deliberate attempt on the part of CCTV1 to paint a story of harmony. The scene most memorable to me was of President Hu visiting a Japanese elementary school and giving a brief lesson on Li Bai's famous poem, "Jing Ye si" (Quiet Night Thoughts), telling the students what they probably already knew: that Li Bai wrote the following while away from home and missing it dearly.

静 夜思

床前明月光
疑是地上霜
舉頭望明月
低頭思故鄉

I wake and moonbeams play around my bed
Glittering like hoarfrost to my wondering eyes.
Upwards to the glorious moon I raise my head,
Then lay down and thoughts of home arise.

And then he fielded a question from a young girl on his favorite Friendlies. "Let me tell you," he said, "I like all five equally." He beamed, immensely proud of his own answer.

Diplomatically speaking, Hu's trip was a success. But I wonder if, after each day, after being shuttled from one PR stunt to another, he didn't retire to his hotel room, throw off his glasses, open a bottle of Scotch and think, Goddamn, what could I possibly do to degrade myself further? He was, as shown on CCTV1, nothing more than an expensive emissary, and while I know his trip was of utmost importance -- certainly his talks with Japanese Prime Minister Yasuo Fukuda must have been policy-oriented -- it was just interesting seeing it depicted on state television. I wonder if CCTV didn't do him injustice by presenting the hard news with a soft edge (probably not... the majority of the viewing audience was entertained, I imagine, and those who know better probably didn't watch anyway). The extent of the impartiality of China's news telecasts reveals itself in stunning clarity, and makes you appreciate America's network news, despite all its problems.