Below is the un-censored version of a story that I wrote for the Sept. issue of a local expat magazine about our Opening Ceremony experience. It was originally rejected by the Chinese editor, who deemed it “too negative and too sensitive.” The red text is what I deleted or completely reworked to make it patriotically palatable (other stuff was edited out for space).
There are two editors, and in this case the (apologetic) American editor passed on the Chinese editor’s objections to me, which were mostly about offending patriotic sensitivities (paints a “too negative” image of China) and less about being politically careful. The American editor suggested several edits, including that I “really butter it up” regarding people not singing the national anthem and not cheering as much as I thought they would (it was “too negative” to mention these things). In ‘protest’ (for fun), I submitted this over-the-top rewrite, which they printed:
As the flag was raised the entire park immediately stood up for the national anthem. At first I was surprised that most people chose to stand respectfully rather than sing. But in hindsight, the piqued crowd was more likely struck speechless by the sight of their flag and national anthem being honoured before the entire world.
In the local atmosphere surrounding the Olympics, China’s “image” in the eyes of foreigners was (and still is) an intense concern. The same week that the article was rejected I received an hour’s worth of similar complaints about my previous articles from one of my teachers.
I’m posting this to give you a local snap shot of what can be considered offensive in Tianjin these days. It’s an unavoidable part of our China experience; people’s (hyper)sensitivity — especially our friends, neighbours, and teachers — is something we’ve had to navigate carefully during the Olympic summer.
Some caveats: While a lot of people here have similar feelings to this particular editor, there are also lots of other magazines in China publishing deliberately edgy material. There’s plenty of variety of opinion in China. Also, the degree of censorship varies from city to city and is largely determined by the particular tolerance level of local authorities. Tianjin is more conservative than many other areas.
Just skim down to the red text to see the naughty bits.
Watching the Opening Ceremonyâ€¦ with a few thousand Tianjiners!
Itâ€™s the sticky, steamy, most auspicious night of 08-08-08, and six foreigners from four different continents have decided to join thousands of Tianjiners in Tianjinâ€™s â€œMilky Way Squareâ€ (é“¶æ²³å¹¿åœº / yÃnhÃ© guÇŽngchÇŽng) on YÇ’uyÃ¬ LÃ¹ (å‹è°Šè·¯). Weâ€™re convinced thereâ€™s only one way for non-ticket holders to truly experience the most anticipated Opening Ceremony in the history of the Olympics: immersed in a crowd of excited Mainlanders. We unfold our 8 kuÃ i folding stools, let some friendly fellow spectators take our picture, and settle in for a night we wonâ€™t soon forget.
You can watch a video of the crowdsâ€™ reactions to different segments of the Ceremony online at www.YouTube.com/BigNoseForeigner. Neither the video nor these accompanying photos do the scene justice. They only show part of one crowd, but because of how the park is designed there were actually three large separate crowds around the double-sided screen.
Spectating the Spectators
The last time I was with this many outdoor spectators I was on the beach in the next Olympic city: Vancouver, Canada. It was the Symphony of Fire, an annual international musical fireworks competition. But in Vancouver, large dense crowds often mean booze, marijuana, and some inevitable rowdiness. These few thousand Tianjiners behaved much more civilized than the Vancouverites; they were a giant Sunday school class by comparison. But it was still lots of fun watching them watch the dazzling and inexorably interminable Ode to Chinese Civilization-minus-the-20th-century that was the 2008 Olympics Opening Ceremony (å¼€å¹•å¼ / kÄimÃ¹shÃ¬).
The crowd applauded when the honour guard took the Chinese flag from the 56 minority children and marched smartly toward flag pole. As the flag was raised the entire park stood up for the national anthem like I expected, but hardly anyone sang! I thought theyâ€™d be going nuts. In Vancouver â€“ where our meager patriotism mostly involves affirming that weâ€™re not Americans â€“ people would have been hollering O Canada half-drunk by that time. Maybe the outdoor sound system was too low, or maybe it was just too hot and humid. At that moment Tianjiners were piqued but respectfully restrained.
People oohâ€™d and aahâ€™d at the artistic performances, yelling â€œhÇŽo!â€ (å¥½ / good!) at especially impressive parts. Repeated shots of former president JiÄng ZÃ©mÃn (æ±Ÿæ³½æ°‘) and his wife WÃ¡ng YÄ›pÃng (çŽ‹å†¶åª) provoked a curious response from the crowd, as if they were laughing lightly in a good-natured sort of way.
Parade of Nations
The more exotic costumes and ethnicities provoked responses from the crowd. Particularly dark Africans and particularly fat women would cause scattered giggling or comments from a minority of the spectators near us. When one of the African flag carriers smiled big into the camera a guy sitting next to me said, â€œWow, look at his teeth!â€ Close-ups of particularly glamourous female athletes got a reaction every time from some in the crowd. George Bush was given plenty of screen time, and he seemed to get a mild but positive response. Of the individual foreigners the biggest cheers probably went to LeBron James of the U.S. menâ€™s basketball â€œRedeem Team.â€
Taiwanâ€™s athletes received big cheers from the crowd. Japan didnâ€™t get booed much â€“ just a handful of loud-mouths who were joking around, and they got disapproving looks from their neighbours.
Team Canada came out, and who did they have with them but the ubiquitous DÃ ShÄn (å¤§å±±) â€“ â€œthe most famous foreigner in Chinaâ€! As a Canadian language student in China I have a special, complicated relationship with DÃ ShÄn, whom Iâ€™ve never met. During my first few months of language study in Tianjin, it seemed every other sidewalk conversation went basically like this:
â€œWhere are you from?â€
â€œOh, Canada! DÃ ShÄnâ€™s country! Do you know who DÃ ShÄn is?â€
â€œYour Mandarin isnâ€™t as good as his.â€
I took another couple months before I learned to say, â€œYeah, and I hear his Mandarin is probably even better than yourâ€™s!â€ DÃ ShÄn is the ultimate language and culture acquisition role model, with his flawless Mandarin and mastery of traditional Chinese stand-up comedy. As annoying as it is to be constantly compared to his virtually unattainable standard, he got a good rise out of our crowd that night, and I was proud to have him representing the Canucks.
By the time Chinaâ€™s athletes finally appeared weâ€™d been there sweating for about three hours and the crowd had thinned a little. Peopleâ€™s newspaper seats were baked with sweat into the pavement. But when Yao Ming carried in the Chinese flag, flanked by a pint-sized earthquake hero from Sichuan, the fatigued but happy crowd loved it. People started cheering, clapping, waving flags and chanting â€œZhÅngguÃ³ jiÄyÃ³u!â€ (ä¸å›½åŠ æ²¹ / Go China!). People also loved seeing wider shots inside the Birdâ€™s Nest that showed how big the Chinese team was.
During the final hour the cheering and enthusiasm really picked up, but only in pockets and for a minute or so at a time. I donâ€™t know why but our self-appointed cheerleaders couldnâ€™t get the whole crowd into it all at once. A couple times a small group around the TV crew would cheer with wild abandon while they were being filmed, but in general I was surprised that the crowd wasnâ€™t more enthusiastic than they were. I assume it was simply a matter of heat and fatigue â€“ four hours is a long time! â€“ although neither could stop people from celebrating as the cauldron was lit in epic fashion.
Reading the Chinese Tea Leaves
The Ceremony is a key part of the carefully crafted self-portrait that Chinaâ€™s rulers have anxiously placed before their own people and the people of the world (two very different audiences in some respects). Mainlanders, for their part, are seeing their nation being redefined. For better or for worse, Chinaâ€™s methods of trying to craft this gilded self-image for the rest of the world are making a bigger impression on the rest of the world than the projected image itself. Thereâ€™s no doubt that the 2008 Opening Ceremony was intended to send some messages. Iâ€™m not qualified to interpret these particular tea leaves, but I still have some questions: There was plenty of Confucius, but where was Chairman Mao? For that matter, where were the 19th and 20th centuries? Why were the lyrics to â€œSong to the Motherlandâ€ (æŒå”±ç¥–å›½), which were mimed by nine-year-old LÃn MiÃ okÄ› (æž—å¦™å¯), rewritten? And what do those edits mean? Some say the giant painting drawn throughout the performance makes oblique, politically-coded references to Mao, but the nations of the world colourfully trampled all over that painting.
I donâ€™t know what it all was intended to mean, what the average Mainlander understands it to mean, or what it really does mean in the big picture. But I do know it meant a lot to a lot of people, and I appreciate our gracious Tianjin hosts for allowing us to experience it with them. Thanks Tianjin for a memorable night!
(P.S. — Expat magazines in third-tier Chinese cities are a good opportunity for nonprofessional writers to get some practice because the standards are relatively low. I use it as a no-pressure way to work on a style of writing that I’m not accustomed to, and practice oral Chinese (in the interviews). )