“There's a Chinese man named Liu, who has for a long time devoted himself to the non-violent human rights movement. Today he received an award.” -- Posted today on Weibo, a Chinese Twitter-type site.
I cannot read this phrase without emotion, and keep returning to it like one might return again and again to the notice of a death of a loved one. The only difference being, perhaps, that I'm uncertain of whether I'm happy or sad.
It reminds me of when I was younger and would play Beethoven's simple piece for children, Lustig, Traurig
(Cheerful, Sorrowful), a two-page song that had two themes -- one major, one minor, one happy, and one sad -- both beautiful. Beethoven had you play Lustig
first, then Traurig
, and then finish with Lustig
, intimating, at least to me, the romantic view that we can (and maybe, should) pass through difficulty to find an even greater, enlightened happiness. And it's true, Lustig
has another layer of meaning once you've played Traurig
. I was less convinced though, in high school, and would keep playing through the coda, from Lustig
, over and over, in a kind of musical Russian roulette, daring myself to stop after Traurig
, to ignore Beethoven's notation, but perhaps also his admonition, that finding joy amidst sadness is something we must do to stay sane. It's why Dostoyevsky could write entire novels that depressed you, but would finish with two pages of exuberant (desperate) hope. I still don't know if I'm convinced, but tonight I'd certainly like to be.
The man in the above quote, Liu, is of course, Liu Xiaobo
, who was just announced to be this year's recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize. He is most likely not aware of this fact, however, as he has taken up an eleven-year residency in a Liaoning prison, sent there for subversive activities.
This is the fourth time he's been incarcerated, almost always for his involvement in the writing and publication of works that contained unflattering analysis of the causes of China's social problems, and also outlined solutions to those problems that were absent the requisite amount of “Chinese characteristics.” In other words, he has appealed unendingly for regime and structural change, and a full slate of the finest human rights mechanisms the world has to offer, imperfect as they may be. This latest eleven-year sentence, given in the wake of Charter 08, a national petition calling for comprehensive political change, was one of the longest sentences given for political subversion since China shook off the detritus of the Cultural Revolution, which leads me to believe that “they doth arrest too much,” proving, perhaps, by the excessive tightening of their grip, that the groundswell for reform is higher than it has been in quite some time.
Liu Xiaobo has spent the last thirty years writing and talking about the unfulfilled promises of the Chinese republic. The fact that he is gaining international support and represents a growing cadre of like-minded Chinese is certainly a cause for Lust
. The fact that Norway withstood heavy Chinese pressure
and awarded him the Nobel Prize anyway elevated that Lust
to viel Lust
It just so happens that another poster on Weibo, who let fly a slew of posts after the Nobel Prize announcement, had one post that said just that: kaixin
(happiness). One word and nothing more. We all knew what he meant. Just kaixin
, happiness, Lust
. The next post was an open invitation to anyone online who wanted to head downtown to eat and drink with him. It made me think of the story of the Prodigal Son. Our first reaction was joy. Joy's natural reaction is to want to share itself with others. So Beijing students lit fireworks, and in Shanghai they went downtown to eat and drink, more or less mindful of the fact that virtually no one who saw them celebrating would have any idea why they were so happy.
But there's something else in that first post that deflates. A countertheme.
“There's a Chinese man named Liu, who has for a long time devoted himself to the non-violent human rights movement. Today he received an award.”
The first time I read it, it read with a beauty not unlike that of Chinese landscape paintings. Simple, minimalist, and wistful: the understatement actually elevates the meaning, and allows your emotions to rush in around the bare bones of the text. But this poster wasn't trying to be Hemingway for stylistic reasons. No, we all knew that he had posted in this way to avoid being censored. No “Xiao Bo,” no “Nobel,” no additional details that might pop up in a Google search. Posting on Weibo is like a real-life game of Taboo, with posters trying to get their idea across without saying anything that might tip off censors.
At first avoiding the censors was simply funny. People wrote their posts entirely backwards, or in Shanghainese. People wrote detailed announcements of what the six o'clock news was broadcasting, which of course, was everything but Liu Xiaobo, whose name did not and does not appear on any media website and was not mentioned in the news. But as time went by, things got serious. More and more posts were deleted. You couldn't text Liu's name via cell phone. Liu's wife's house was apparently surrounded by police, who wouldn't let people in to talk to her, and she's now rumored to have been “encouraged” to leave the city to avoid media hounding. Pretty soon, Weibo, the lifeline of liberal Chinese across the country, was a wasteland, on virtual lock-down. And the first doubts crept into your head. You started to think, “They very well might keep 99% of Chinese in the dark about this.”
Then you heard that the guy who'd invited everyone to dinner in People's Square might have invited one too many people. People were worried he'd been arrested. You went back to his Weibo page and found that every one of his posts had been erased, or “harmonized,” as the ironic are want to say. That is, every post was deleted except one. His "kaixin" remained. Lonely and horrifying.
It was horrifying, because at that moment you were anything but kaixin
. Whether intentionally ironic or not, that lone “happy” on that vast censored plain hurt more than anything I've felt in a while.
It was then that I thought of Beethoven, and of Lustig, Traurig
. This was a great day, but it may portend many far worse, both for Liu Xiao Bo and all of his ilk. I pray it does not for my kaixin
friend. But the song doesn't stop, and doesn't have to stop. We can control the amount of irony we perceive behind that single kaixin
. At least, I hope we can. And I hope Beethoven's right, that the song always reaches its end at Lustig,
. I think that's why Xiaobo hasn't changed his theme, no matter how many times he's been arrested. His happiness stems from something that can't be touched.
Congratulations Liu Xiaobo, may we not forget you, at least not until everyone's heard of you once.
Liu Xiaobo has received hundreds of thousands of US government funding via the NED in the past five years to conduct domestic political activity in China (including advocating abolition of China’s constitution.) Check NED’s China grants for Independent Chinese Pen Center and Minzhu Zhongguo magazine, which Liu heads.ReplyDelete
If Liu were American he would be in violation of FARA (Foreign Agent Registration Act). Ron Paul had once commented “What the NED does in foreign countries… would be rightly illegal in the United States”.
countries and people both need to make highly complicated moral and legal decisions at all times. the calculus behind how one determines when a law is unjust and what one does after one makes that determination is incredibly complicated.ReplyDelete
many great (and not-so-great) men and women, including liu, have been more than willing to face the consequences of ostensibly illegal activity for the pursuit of what they believe to be a higher good. this is a moral dilemma that transcends law.
in that way, your comment is informative but perhaps ultimately not helpful in answering the larger question, which is "to what extent are liu's illegal actions just and/or pardonable?" although i'll grant you that US actions on this front are highly problematic, and we should probably be far less willing to grant a country (with its competing interests) the benefit of the doubt than we would to civil rights activists.
Alfred Nobel's criteria for the peace prize: "to the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses".ReplyDelete
Liu Xiaobo has no accomplishments to merit this prize. The real reason he was given this prize was to encourage his work as a pawn for foreign and western governments to undermine the greater Chinese Society and to create discord amongst the Chinese people.
Liu Xiaobo is a traitor and a sellout like his entire generation whose only accomplishments consists of helping Mao destroy chinese culture as the Red Guard and shoving young students in front of tanks to save their own miserable lives.
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