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Sharing a cup and sharing a story

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As we tear down Highway 1 to Ben-Gurion International, the plastic cup that Jalal hands me is both flimsy and scorching. Somehow, his brother is brewing coffee in the backseat for everyone in the car. I struggle not to spill as the cup wilts in my hand. Barbed wire flies by my window as we drive alongside Israel’s ‘Security Fence’ or ‘Apartheid Wall’ depending on your politics. Taking advantage of the scenery, I ignite a brief fraternal argument over the appropriate name for the barrier. A few hours ago I didn’t know either of these men, but after spending the past six weeks at a news agency in the West Bank I’ve learned that in this place one can make fast friends so long as coffee or tea is provided.

One of the first people I shared a cup with was a protester in Bethlehem. I arrived in Palestine just as it joined the ‘Arab Spring’—the wave of youth-driven, democratic uprisings that began in Tunisia and is now blistering Syria. It is now referred to as the March 15 movement, to commemorate the first day of demonstrations. Rather than calling for the abdication of a dictator as in Egypt or Libya, the youth of Palestine demanded reconciliation between the secular Fatah party, which controls the West Bank and the recognized government, and the rogue Hamas regime in the Gaza Strip.

The young protester who treated me to a mug of Turkish syrup voiced his desperation in between sips: “This split between Hamas and Fatah has held back our struggle for a Palestinian state more than any Israeli policy could hope to do.” Having arrived at the movement’s beginning, I suppose it was only fitting that I left as its demands were finally reached. A few hours after I touched down at Heathrow, the two parties signed a unity deal in Cairo. Netanyahu is fuming, and my friends in Manara Square are celebrating.

Shopping for ceramics with a friend in Hebron, we ended up having tea with the shop’s owner, a man named Munir. Hebron is a city in the southern West Bank that provides the most extreme example of the volatile Israeli-Arab dynamic. The city has been partitioned into H1, governed by the Palestinian Authority, and H2, inhabited by a small group of settlers and fully occupied by Israeli forces.

Shuffling around the streets of H2 I’m sure that my friend and I underwent the same bewilderment as any visitors to Hebron. It is known as the ‘sterile zone’, a euphemism that fails, since it fully conveys the numbness of H2. The barricaded shops, the abandoned schools, and the glares of the settlers—some all too happy to finger the triggers on their chunky firearms—briefly placed us somewhere other than planet Earth. Eight hundred illegal residents have turned this section of town—population 30,000—into an urban husk.

In the middle of our tea break, a fight breaks out in front of Munir’s shop, between some young settlers and a Palestinian boy. Within seconds an IDF jeep rattles into view and the tussle is over. “That one, with the pink hat,” croaked Munir as he pointed, “he is around here often. He causes trouble.” With that he lowered his hand and went back to stirring his tea in silence.
Halfway through my stay, actor and director Juliano Mer Khamis was murdered outside of his home in Jenin. I had hoped to have a coffee with Juliano before I left. Having seen his film Arna’s Children a few days after arriving in Palestine, I made a plan to visit the destitute refugee camp in Jenin where he ran a theatre and drama school for Palestinian kids. Instead I ended up writing up a report of his assassination. On the evening of April 4 a masked gunman stepped in front of Juliano’s car, a few feet away from his home, and opened fire. While the wave of reports on his murder subsequently referred to him as ‘Arab-Israeli’ – his mother was Jewish and his father Palestinian – Juliano once stressed that he was “one hundred percent Israeli, one hundred percent Arab.” Far be it from me to ignore his specification.

Juliano was much loved in Jenin, where he erected a professional-grade theatre with all the trimmings for youths that knew only the poverty, violence and boredom of the refugee camp. But at the same time, among the godly and the literal-minded he was deeply hated for his productions at the Freedom Theatre, many of which empowered Palestinians children to reject religious and societal subjugation as well as Israeli occupation. In a recent interview, he candidly and humorously predicted his own assassination. He announced that he would die from a bullet fired by someone “very angry that we are here in Jenin,” then with a theatrical scowl and a forbidding voice, “to corrupt the youth of the Islam!” Though the investigation of his murder is not yet closed, that is most likely exactly what happened.

Not content with the demise of only one innocent activist, a little more than a week later a Salafist group in Gaza kidnapped and hanged Italian peace activist Vittorio Arrigoni in an abandoned house in Gaza City. The group in question was considerably to the right of Hamas and among other things demanded that the government release its co-religionists from prison. By the time the police in Gaza reached Vittorio’s body, however, it had been lifeless.
A few days after Arrigoni’s death I attended a vigil at Bethlehem’s unity tent. There were calls for perseverance and there were calls for blood. There were tears for both Vittorio and for Juliano, from those that knew them and those who did not. A colleague of mine delivered a eulogy in short bursts, as another speaker translated her words across the circle of mourners. I scribbled them on the back of a magazine for a story on the event due later that night.

Soon a doctor in the crowd, a native of Palestine who spoke to us all in English, ended his own tribute to Vittorio with a crackling voice as he began to talk about the recent murder of his friend Juliano. He suddenly spoke very slowly, and the candle in his hands started to quiver: “We will continue to do our best, to end all the violence here…to win ourselves a normal life,” until his features withered and he began to sob, “so we can finally stop things like this, from happening anymore.” With the doctor in tears, most everyone around me began to weep. He had touched the nerve not only of Vittorio’s death, or Juliano’s, but the entire tragedy of Palestine in all of its confusion and violence.

At that moment I nudged my friend and fellow intern Carlos, who raised his eyebrows and shook his head, before nodding in the direction of a coffee stand nearby. I nodded in turn and we started toward the cart. We had a lot to discuss.

The doctor will see you now

Dr. Christian Jessen, made famous by Supersize vs Superskinny and the not-for-the-squeamish Embarrassing Bodies seems absolutely unshockable. If you’ve got three testes, a purple boob or a claw for a hand, he’ll have seen it before. What’s more, he’ll be surprised you haven’t volunteered to show it to the nation on prime time channel four. But does he really never squirm at the sight of such shocking maladies?  “I suppose what shocks me is going to be different to what shocks you, or what shocks the public, you’re going to be shocked by yucky, yucky things while I’m going to be shocked by the implications behind them, rather than the actual thing itself. I’ve probably seen it before so that’s not going to have much effect anymore.”

“While I was working on Embarrassing Bodies, a little girl called Charlotte was brought to see us with a case of bad verrucas, she had been to see her GP who seemed to ignore it, and firstly, it was the most shocking case of verrucas I’ve ever seen, and secondly, I was shocked by the whole management behind her. She ended up having a bone marrow transplant.” He seems just as unsettled by the patient’s treatment as he is by her condition. “It was how bad this was and the fact that nobody had thought to ask, ‘maybe there’s an immune problem going on, and perhaps we ought to check it’. The thing that shocked me is, how the hell did that happen?”

 

‘It was the most shocking case of verrucas I had ever seen. She ended up having a bone marrow transplant’

 

Talking to a man who seems unfazed by everybody else’s body problems, I couldn’t help but ask, had Jessen has any embarrassing bodily malfunctions of his own? I half expected, or guiltily hoped for, a brazen confession of a mortifying, repugnant condition. Instead, “I got appendicitis, which I decided to ignore. So that was fairly embarrassing, but that was for other reasons because I knew exactly what it was, I just didn’t want to have appendicitis at that particular time”. While he jokes about trying to hide from his own diagnosis, he admits to what troubles him most. “I suppose my biggest issue is my body dysmorphia; my issues with weight. I obsess with the gym and my body weight and how I look. Not in a completely superficial way, but what I see in the mirror is not really how I look.” Now, I’ve seen his show where he swans around the beach of Marbella telling tourists to slather on the sun cream, and his body should not even be humanly achievable for a 44-year-old man. But he maintains, “I’ve had issues with that for a long time and I’m fully aware of it; I need to not weigh myself obsessively when I’ve been to the gym. Being on the telly obviously doesn’t help when people are commenting on how you look and your build and all the rest of it.”

So how did he wind up working on one of the most bizarrely compelling shows on the television? “It was like so many people in television, it’s a lucky break. You kind of say yes to things that sound like a bit of fun and it escalates from there.” Not only that, but he didn’t even plan to be a doctor. “I actually wanted to be a film director, but because I was academic my school sort of pushed me towards something more worthy, in their eyes. But to be honest at that age, you don’t have a clue do you?”

He went on to study medicine at UCL, about which he says, “I enjoyed parts, hated other parts and ended up as a doctor. But in fact, what I do, I love. I love what I do – it ticks all the boxes for me.” While so far it seems like he stumbled into the job he now loves, he is quick to admit this and laughs, “a lot of my life has been lucky accidents I suppose, I’ve found myself doing things that I never actually intended to do but then found that I quite enjoyed them.”

 

‘Here’s a picture of my boobs, doctor, I thought you might like them’

 

But what does Jessen think of us? Young people are always in the media for our obesity rates, eating disorders, STIs, teenage pregnancies, and binge drinking, for example. But refreshingly, Jessen doesn’t blame young people. “I think the majority of students know exactly what they’re doing. It’s partly to do with the age that students are at, it’s all  about taking risks and finding out who you are, so to me that’s fine to an extent, as long as you’ve evaluated those risks accurately. If you know that you’re going to have a wild summer and drink a bit too much, then, fine. I suppose taking sexual risks is a different matter because that’s not so simple. As long as you have evaluated things carefully in your head then obviously it’s your decision and I’m never ever going to tell anyone not to do something. I don’t believe in that. I think it’s a small minority of young people that generate bad press. Being a student is about having fun, if you drink an awful lot and have fun then actually I think that’s a good thing, because you get it out the way and then you move on. And you can cope with it when you’re young.”

I ask Dr. Jessen whether he had received any strange fan-mail, he laughs and says, “Oh God yes, lots, masses. Particularly being a doctor people think they can be a little bit more open with you than they are with other people. But it’s things like ‘here’s a picture of my boobs, doctor, I thought you might like them’. I get things like ‘here’s my knickers with discharge in, I thought you’d like to look at them’ but not just in a pervy way, in a really serious way, they’ll say ‘I really need to know is this normal? Should I be worried?’ and I just think, what? You sent me your knickers!”

Dr. Jessen is now busy preparing for his next show due to air on Channel 4 at the end of May. He says, “it’s going to be a completely live, interactive health show in HD. People will skype in for consultations and there’ll be specialists there. It’s sort of interactive medicine via your TV set, the first time it’s ever been done. It’s going to involve a lot of the web, and we’re linking up with the NHS Choices and the NHS website. It’s going to be high tech, the future of medicine, with diagnosis from the comfort of your own home I think. But it’s very scary indeed, we’re doing six one hour shows initially and I guess we’ll see how it goes.”

Dr. Jessen’s new show ‘Live From the Clinic’ will be airing 8pm on Channel 4 later in May.

Npowered? A year in the Championship

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Once again the Npower Championship has not failed to deliver on action, excitement and intrigue. From the very first day of the season, teams throughout the league have been jostling for positions, be it doggedly pushing for promotion or desperately clinging on to avoid being sucked into the relegation dogfight. It has witnessed the birth of new stars, the managerial revolving door revolving more than ever before, and its fair share of controversies both on and off the pitch. However, the dust has now settled and the time has come to pass judgement on the division’s 24 teams.

 

Queens Park Rangers – 1st position, 88 points

A Cut Above the Rest: Dominant at the back with goalkeeper Paddy Kenny in terrific form, dangerous going forward with the mercurial Adel Taarabt and Heider Helguson excelling this season and Neil Warnock’s experienced head and guile in the transfer market have made the Hoops formidable opponents all season long.

 

Norwich City – 2nd position, 84 points

Surprise Package of the Season: Relegated to Npower Football League One two years ago, Paul Lambert has turned the Canaries’ fortunes around. Messers Surman, Crofts and Jackson have been magnificent buys and talisman Grant Holt has carried on from where he left off last year, scoring 20 goals this season.

 

Swansea City – 3rd position, 80 points

Rodgers That: After a disastrous spell at Reading, Brendan Rodgers has rebuilt his reputation at the Liberty Stadium with The Swans playing the most attractive football in the league. Scott Sinclair from former club Chelsea may well be the signing of the season. Expect them to be tough play-off opponents.

 

Cardiff City – 4th position, 80 points

So Near and Yet So Far: Dave Jones must be tired of looking at the same script every year. The Bluebirds boast one of the strongest squads in the league; however they have fallen short again. Craig Bellamy’s experience and Jay Bothroyd’s goalscoring prowess will be vital in the playoffs.

 

Reading – 5th position, 77 points

Playoff Crashers: What a final third of the season it has been for Brian McDermott’s team. Six wins in their last eight matches have propelled the Royals into the playoffs. Left-back Ian Harte was a steal from Carlisle United and striker Shane Long has really come of age this season.  

 

Nottingham Forest – 6th position, 75 points

Davies Does It Again: Seasoned Scotsman Billy Davies knows what it takes to get promotion having achieved the same feat with Derby County. Beaten in the playoffs last season by Blackpool, fans will be praying that history doesn’t repeat itself. Midfielder Lewis McGugan and striker Robert Earnshaw will be key.

 

Leeds United – 7th position, 72 points

The Damned Good United: Expectations at Elland Road are always high given the club’s illustrious past; however Simon Grayson has again done an excellent job. Midfielder Johnny Howson has imposed himself, winger Max Gradel has excelled and striker Luciano Becchio has more than filled the mantle left by Jermaine Beckford.

 

Burnley – 8th position, 68 points

A Season of Two Halves: Promotion contenders at the beginning of this season, the Clarets have underperformed. Brian Laws was unable to gel the team together, but his replacement, talented manager Eddie Howe, has started off well and it’ll be interesting to keep abreast of his dealings in the summer transfer window.

 

Millwall – 9th position, 67 points

The Lion-s Kings: Like Norwich City, Millwall have taken many people by surprise this season. Kenny Jackett, linked with the Wales national team position earlier this season, has built a strong, combative yet attacking side. Midfielder James Henry and striker Steve Morrison have caught the eye with some outstanding performances.

 

Leicester City – 10th position, 67 points

On the Prowl: One team to definitely look out for next season. With a reported £10,000,000 transfer budget and Sven’s global contacts, expect significant action in the summer. If they can strengthen at the back and build around midfielder Andy King then they’ll be a force to be reckoned with.

 

Hull City – 11th position, 65 points

Easy Tigers: Following last year’s relegation from the Barclays Premier League, the club witnessed a huge turnover of players in the summer but Nigel Pearson has built an accomplished side. Andy Dawson has led at the back and Matty Fryatt and Aaron McLean’s partnership up front bodes well for next season.

 

Middlesbrough – 12th position, 62 points

The Unconvinceables: Despite a significant outlay on players, Boro have again disappointed, with striker Scott McDonald the only one even slightly to impress. Chairman Steve Gibson is always supportive of his managers so expect him to back Tony Mowbray as he attempts to steer his boyhood club back into the top flight.

 

Ipswich Town – 13th position, 62 points

Jewell in the Crown: Like Burnley, it has been a mixed season for The Tractor Boys. Since replacing Roy Keane with Paul Jewell, their form has improved dramatically with the team rapidly moving away from the relegation zone. Keeping the hottest property in the league, Connor Wickham, will prove difficult.

 

Watford – 14th position, 61 points

Sting in the Tail: Malkay Mackay’s team have been good value this season, especially away from home. He has done a wonderful job in nurturing young talent at the club, with some players becoming integral members of the first team. Keeping the League’s top scorer, Danny Graham, is top priority.

 

Bristol City – 15th position, 60 points

Steady Eddies: Despite the pre-season optimism, the Robins got off to the worst possible start with the resignation of Steve Coppell. Keith Millen has steadied the ship at Ashton Gate with striker Brett Pitman having an impressive first season with the club, deputizing for the City’s injured marksman, Nicky Maynard.

 

Portsmouth – 16th position, 58 points

The Chimes Keep Ringing: After a poor start to the season, Steve Cotterill has done well with a small squad at his disposal and the constant shenanigans in the boardroom. Defender Joel Ward looks an exciting prospect – however they may lose top scorer David Nugent at the end of the season.

 

Barnsley – 17th position, 56 points

All’s well at Oakwell: Survival was the aim of the game for Mark Robin’s side and they have comfortably achieved that feet this season. Goals have been at a premium for The Tykes and losing impressive winger Adam Hammill in the January transfer window certainly did not help their cause.

 

Coventry City – 18th position, 55 points

Singin’ the Sky Blues: In November The Sky Blues were fourth but a slump in form saw them slide down the table – where would they be without Marlon King’s goals? They start from scratch with the first priority being to appoint a backroom who can transform the club’s fortunes around.

 

Derby County – 19th position, 49 points

Rebuilding, Rebuilding, Rebuilding: Like Nigel Pearson, Nigel Clough has had to deal with a large turnover of players at Pride Park. Captain Robbie Savage has been as influential as ever but as with Barnsley, goals have been difficult to come by, especially following top scorer Kris Commons’s move to Celtic in January.

 

Crystal Palace – 20th position, 48 points

Where Eagles Dare: Unlike last season, Palace secured their Championship status with games in hand. Dougie Freedman was thrust into the deep end but his team have gradually turned Selhurst Park into a fortress. Will they be able to keep hold of their young stars such as full back Nathaniel Clyne?

 

Doncaster Rovers – 21st position, 48 points

Ding-dong Donny: What a strange season for Sean O’Driscoll’s team. Seemingly comfortable in mid-table, latterly a run of poor results dragged them into the relegation fight. In the end they pulled through and once again the plaudits go to in-form striker Billy Sharp who has had another fine season up front.

 

Preston North End – 22nd position, 42 points

The Wrong End: After an eleven year stay in the Championship, The Lilywhites are down and out. Gone are the glory days of Sir Tom Finney, and North End will have to regroup under the bullish Phil Brown. Expect to see Sean St Ledger and talented youngster Adam Barton depart Deepdale.

 

Sheffield United – 23rd position, 42 points

The Blades are Blunted: Instability on and off the pitch and with Micky Adams collecting a paltry 20 points from a possible 75 since taking the reins, it’s little surprise to see the Blades relegated. Who’d have thought it, a Steel City derby in the third tier of English football!

 

Scunthorpe United – 24th position, 42 points

Brittle Iron: Having defied the odds season after season, Scunny have finally succumbed to the drop. Losing striker Gary Hooper early in the season was a huge blow but recently appointed Alan Knill has a proven track record with lower-league teams and will meet former employers Bury next season.

 

 

Team of the Season: Norwich City

Player of the Season: Adel Taarabt (Queens Park Rangers)

Manager of the Season: Paul Lambert (Norwich City)

 

With the Npower Championship playoffs – the final being the most expensive game in English football – still to be decided and eagerly anticipated as usual, this rollercoaster season still has some legs left in it and undoubtedly some more twists and turns along the way to Wembley so much so that some fans will be inevitably be asking themselves can it get any better than this? Surely not.

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The calm after the storm

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The human urge for ‘justice’, to put right or to punish what was wrong, is a powerful one. In societies across the globe, legal systems – formal or otherwise – are predicated upon the notion that violent transgressions will not go unheeded. Whether retribution takes the form of a prison sentence, a stoning, death, or even a simple apology, peoples everywhere seek and find ‘closure’ in bringing the perpetrators of wrongdoing to task.

This is the backdrop against which the current outpouring of joy being witnessed across the United States at the news of Osama bin Laden’s death must be understood. People who, individually and collectively, felt harmed by the horrific attacks on New York and Washington D.C ten years ago are now experiencing a release, a joy, a tranquillity that comes only from knowing that he who wronged you has met his fate. Watching the tears of firefighters at Ground Zero, who can blame them? Osama bin Laden took the lives of thousands of innocent human beings, and the world is arguably a better place without him in it.

To stop here though is not enough. Indeed, to do so would be to do an injustice to the memory of those who died at his hands, of those who have died subsequently in the effort to find and punish him. As a society, we need to push ourselves a step further. If we can understand why people filled Sixth Avenue to wave American flags, can we not also understand why others cheer the death of allied soldiers in occupied Afghanistan, why still others cheered the fall of the Twin Towers themselves?

In the immediate aftermath of the 9/11 attacks, the language of ‘evil’ was current. For many leaders and political commentators, Osama bin Laden was an ‘evil man’, his deeds ‘evil acts’, those who revelled in them ‘evil people’. This language however hides more that it reveals. When we explain things as ‘evil’, we pathologise them, we remove context from the cause-effect equation, and we prevent ourselves from asking the question – why?

Today, Bin Laden’s death offers us the opportunity to once again ask that question. By following the logic of ‘evil’, we could label those cheering the death of a man in New York City as evil. But we don’t. Because we know that they have a ‘why’ – and we understand where their reaction comes from. For precisely this reason, we need to understand where Osama bin Laden came from, where those who cheer and cheered the loss of innocent American lives come from. As Robert Fisk observed a decade ago, ‘this is also about American missiles smashing into Palestinian homes and US helicopters firing missiles into a Lebanese ambulance’. It’s also about drone attacks, support for brutal dictators, the grossly unfair global distribution of resources. 

As the celebrations die down, these are the ‘whys’ we now need to address, without hiding behind the protective veil of ‘evil’. Until we do, it will only be a matter of time before another Bin Laden emerges, and before people East and West experience yet more injustice and yet more desire for the closure of retribution.

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‘Et in arcadia ego’

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Apparently, ‘directing is like playing music’. It is also rather like trying to negotiate the Oxford High Street on a unicycle, or perhaps memorise Hamlet: it is often dangerous, sometimes difficult and always worth it in the end. I directed my first play when I was sixteen — my own adaptation of The Picture of Dorian Gray — and now, with four plays and, I hope, a slightly expanded theatrical knowledge in hand, I am about to direct one of the most iconic works in the English language — Brideshead Revisited. After more than thirty years, Brideshead is returning to Oxford, its undisputed spiritual home. And I will be sharing the whole experience — all the tears, tantrums and joy, until opening night at the Corpus Auditorium in 7th week — with you. Yes you, dropping your mug of tea in excitement at this scintillating news, and even you, the hardened cynic rolling your eyes at the screen thinking that this is just another play about over-privileged Oxford kids like yourself.

The script is my stage adaptation of the classic novel by an Oxonian literary giant, Evelyn Waugh, and the first draft was written during one mad night of inspiration last term, after a particularly lively formal Hall, which, I assure you, is not an oxymoron. There must have been something in the wine.

Although we begin rehearsals in 1st week, I started working on Brideshead at the beginning of last term by finding a production team and casting. John Frankenheimer, the celebrated American director, maintained that ‘casting is sixty-five percent of directing’ and I don’t think I could disagree. The right actor in the right part only needs guiding rather than directing. Luckily, the idea of Brideshead was so popular that nearly a hundred of Oxford’s best actors came to audition and the final cast of eleven is really quite extraordinary.

After casting was completed, I began the Easter vac by trying to draw up an efficient rehearsal schedule. We all remember those school play rehearsals where you aimlessly waited around for three hours before your ten minutes of glory as Villager 5, or at least I do. Other things to consider were putting together a definitive props list — by which I mean trying to decide how many towers of wax fruit we need — and thinking about the music. Taking a cue from Tennessee Williams, music is going to be an integral part of this production, transferring the emotional intensity from one scene to the next by marrying period music from the 1920s and atmospheric scene change music, which has been specially commissioned for the play. The three protagonists and I also spent an afternoon at the National Theatre costume warehouse in London, hunting for various outré, decadent pieces from the 1920s. 

Before rehearsals start, the first real problem for a director is to determine what his direction will actually be, which is slightly more difficult and less obvious than it sounds. Once the production’s ‘center’ is found, every single directorial decision should be based on it. Of course, Brideshead is a play about many things but for me it is essentially a modern tragedy about the death of an idyll. Presenting the play from this angle will involve building up an unbearable sense of tragic futility from the very beginning, as the protagonists strive to satisfy their impossible yearnings. Now that that’s settled, let us begin.

Chasing the Dragon

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You don’t have to channel flick for long through China’s deluge of melancholy soaps and anaemic news to find shots of gallant revolutionaries striding through hails of Japanese bullets, freeing the people from the corrupt Guomindang, and foiling the schemes of their villainous foreign backers in a stroke. The wars of the 1930s and 40s (or, to use the Chinese phrase, the Liberation) remain after almost a century a constant feature of Chinese programming. Granted, past wars are relived worldwide, but in no country, or at least none that I have visited, are the wars of a single era so firmly embedded in television schedules, broadcast at all hours of the day, to an audience that has long since grown bored of them.

This last point is interesting. War dramas here are not only omnipresent, but bad – the film is dull, the acting unoriginal, the action mimed, on a par with those weird battle re-enactments you probably watched in history classes. Even the Chinese themselves poke fun at the recurring technological anachronisms – peasant soldiers shown firing missiles and the like. The point is not that the Chinese make bad shows, but rather that such a casual treatment of one of the most vicious periods of China’s history does not seem utterly absurd. In the West, the horrors of war have to be relived in full, gory detail to seem anything other than crassly disrespectful to the millions sent against their will to die in terrified agony, but here historical disaster is legitimate fodder for anyone with a camera and a few thousand yuan.

There are two main reasons for this. First is the simple fact that  setting a program in the era is one of the only ways to get a bit of action, so corrosive to ‘harmony’, past China’s censors – thus, it is an easy choice for script writers. The second and more important reason is that the battles of the era, which, as the story goes, freed China from over a century of foreign exploitation and humiliation, are viewed by most Chinese in black-and-white terms. In those heady days, the line separating Communist good for foreign or Nationalist evil was yet to be blurred by the grim aftermath of the revolution. Without trying to downplay the callous exploitation of the Chinese by the West in the Opium Wars, the brutality of the Japanese invasion, or the corruption of the Nationalist government, the era is discussed among the Chinese with a total lack of moral ambiguity (the Communists committed their fair share of brutality as well), and a genuine passion that can come as a shock to more ahistorical Westerners.

It’s because of this lack of sensitivity to the moral ambiguities of those conflicts, born out of a strong sense of righteous victimhood, that such casual treatments of war fails to raise eyebrows in China. Revolutionary battles sit comfortably on daytime TV only because there is no doubt in the minds of the audience that the dead deserved to die – the Nationalists for their corruption, the Japanese for their barbarity; Westerners earn contempt for their shadowy attempts to hold back the revolution (which, to be fair, is entirely accurate). Though the events concerned have long faded from the public consciousness in the West (they are, for example, rarely taught in schools), the image of China as the victim of foreign oppression still hangs heavily over the interactions of the Chinese with the West.

Take, for example, the virulently nationalistic protests that erupted in many Chinese cities a year ago, after a show of Japanese defiance in a dispute over a few islands. The anger both on the streets and in the press was rooted not in the importance of the islands themselves, but in Japan’s past crimes against China, and outrage that such a past sinner would not cave in to Chinese demands. Despite dozens of apologies, not to mention the fact that Japanese yen, through both commerce and  aid, have powered much of China’s rise, the occupation remains far from forgotten.

Equally, polls, op-eds and much debate online is shot through with a lingering suspicion that Western nations are conspiring to keep China weak and servile, and prevent it taking it’s perceived rightful place as a great power. Western complaints, from support for Tibetan independence, to calls for political reform, even requests for a revaluation of the yuan, are framed as insidious plots to ‘split’ China, and keep it weak. However large a pinch of salt the rantings of the official press may be taken with these days, that latent suspicion remains firmly ingrained in the minds of many Chinese, especially those whose contact with the outside world is kept to a minimum by low income and education.

I’m not, of course, arguing that such attitudes were created by war dramas. Such grievances were embedded in the rhetoric of all the original revolutionary factions, and are sustained today by the Patriotic Education Campaign that began in schools after the Tiananmen crackdown, to play up the role of foreigners in China’s troubles and divert attention away from the Party’s own wrongdoings. Even less am I trying to argue that this anger is not genuine, or somehow a government con – a classmate of mine was harangued only yesterday by a taxi driver about the destruction of a Beijing palace by foreign powers over a century ago.

The war dramas are in a sense China’s answer to America’s 24. Political paranoia that normally lies beneath the surface of public discourse is played out and climatically resolved in a straightforward conflict between good and bad of the sort that only violence can provide.  Our views of China are invariably coloured by its recent, terrible, history, yet the Chinese perspective is still to this day determined by conflicts and crimes that foreigners barely remember, let alone consider relevant to the modern day. Whether the Chinese will move on within our lifetimes is difficult to say, but for a while the sight brave revolutionaries charging into the face of foreign adversity, no matter how low-budget, will continue to warm the heart of many a disgruntled patriot.

 

 

 

Reflections on the Decade

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I was ten years old and in the fifth grade on September 11, 2001. I lived in New York at the time, in a community that lost many victims to the attacks on the World Trade Center that day. So, like most Americans, when I heard that Osama bin Laden had been killed, a mixture of emotions rushed through me – relief and regret at once washing over me in waves.

I remember vividly what it was like, on a sunny afternoon, to be taken into the school gymnasium along with the rest of my grade and told of the terrorist attacks that had taken place, as airplanes were intentionally crashed by al Qaeda not only in Manhattan but near the Pentagon and in the fields of rural Pennsylvania. In the hours, days, and weeks that followed, somber silence was punctuated at intervals by anger, fear, and sorrow. But it was also broken by the outpouring of patriotism that engulfed a city and a nation.

At our school concert the following spring, we sang a medley of songs, ranging from The Star-Spangled Banner, our national anthem, to America the Beautiful, My Country, ‘Tis of Thee, and God Bless the USA. We wore red, white, and blue humbly, without even the slightest hint of irony or self-deprecation to mar the pride felt across the country in being American and in possessing the ability to survive and to show the world that as a people we were stronger than ever.

Over time, that spirit seemed to fade in some ways. We still said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning at school and paused afterwards for a moment of silence to commemorate the victims not only of 9/11 but of other wars. Flags still flew from the homes of citizens, and the fireworks on the Fourth of July hinted at a greater significance. But as people went about their daily lives, memories grew a bit dimmer. For the families of victims, while their own memories will never dim, trying to move on became a priority.

So when I woke up Monday morning to the news that the man responsible more than any other for the terror of that day was gone, I was jolted by that emotional rush. Because I was here in Oxford and not in New York where people flooded the streets near Ground Zero, or in Washington, D.C., where they gathered on the National Mall. Across the country, college students held impromptu parties on campuses bedecked with American flags, already memorialized in their own way in the Facebook pictures of my high school friends.

I quickly understood, though, that being here has only brought me more clarity in looking back on what happened and in processing this most recent event. I’m not standing right now in the New York metropolitan area, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same elation and regret. I’ve simply been given more time in a foreign place to realize I will never lose those feelings.