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Growing up in the American South at the apogee of the Cold War, I was surrounded by knee-jerk anti-communist sentiment. Looking back, I still can’t be sure how much of that anti-communism, anti-socialism was knee-jerk and how much of it was a considered position. But I do remember wondering why this accepted wisdom was so pervasive. Occasionally I heard stuff about writers being silenced in Soviet Russia or people queueing hours for bread, clutching their string bags in the deep cold of a Moscow winter. But when occasionally one heard about the great strides in literacy or the abolition of true hunger or a greater sense of equality and fairness – and it was difficult to make an accurate judgment about the right or wrongs of communism. Particularly when those rights and wrongs were being judged by a young and idealistic mind. Why not focus on the true goodness of human nature – perhaps the right system could help foster that rather than encouraging the competitive, ruthless and essentially artificially harsh nature of the spirit under a capitalist system?
I certainly hadn’t met any card-carrying members of the Communist party. Even amongst the more radical kids I’ve met – most of them only espoused a sense of wanting some aspects of socialism introduced into the US to a greater or lesser extent.
Once in England, however, I did begin to meet Communists. Yes, card carrying members of the Communist Party. I met members of the Socialist Workers’ Party. Many of these people are very sociable and very nice, with nice clean middle class looking homes. Some of these were people who I would gladly have lunch with and might even discuss politics with over sandwiches and cups of tea.
At one such lunch I had with one of these CP or SWP members, at a bijou joint serving vegetarian soups and overlooking the picturesque ruins of Kenilworth Castle, we started talking about China. I can’t remember how we got started on that – but perhaps there had been a serialisation of Jung Chang’s Wild Swans – or another book which covered the period of famine during the Great Leap Forward. I remember expressing horror at the needless human suffering on a truly monumental scale.
My communist luncheon companion said so cooly and dispassionately “Sometimes there must be sacrifices in order to make progress.”
I was revulsed. I really didn’t know what to say. I think I said something about not wanting to be one of those individuals sacrificed – but whatever it was it was completely inadequate. Yes, I’d heard the concept before, and on the face of it – it makes sense. After all, I must sacrifice expensive work day lunches if I want to go on a nice vacation. But that’s not the kind of sacrifice we were talking about and she knew it. Along with Mao, she had consigned millions to the charnel house of history in her defense of hollow Communist ideals.
By this point, the Great Leap Forward had been so sufficiently identified as a failure that the any sacrifice hardly seemed worth it. I was then of the belief that Chairman Mao didn’t know that millions were starving each year, but that because of the nature of the system his underlings in the know were too afraid or too callous to say so. I had never, ever heard anyone defend the deaths of millions of Chinese people. This was an important moment for me. To me this would have been like saying, – you know all those Jews and Gypsies that Hitler killed – well, sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater unification of Europe. Absolutely horrific.
It wasn’t until a number of years later that I read Jung Chang’s family history – Wild Swans which was her grandmother’s, her mother’s and her own stories as intertwined with 20th century Chinese history – arguably among the most tumultuous of our times. I could read about the effects of Maoism on one family and the complete failure of Maoism to deliver anything like improved literacy, ending hunger, etc.
Jung Chang and her husband, Jon Halliday, have since published Mao: The Unknown Story. This provides evidence from previously hidden sources about how much Mao knew about the effects of the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution. The book has been criticised for painting Mao as a cardboard cut-out version of evil, and I’d certainly agree that there were opportunities for painting a more nuanced picture of Mao. This was a man certainly not without talent for political machinations and for population control. One has to respect that kind of genius, much like holding awe for the destructive power of a hurricane. The authors don’t seem to want to grant him any credit for a monumental (though monstrous) achievement – getting to and staying at the top of the world’s most populous country.
I finished the book some time ago and have been meaning to post about it for quite some time (the original draft of this post is dated 25 March). But my thoughts on the matter are complex and convoluted and a little difficult to pull together. I’ve retrieved this post because last night I watched a documentary called Mao’s Bloody Revolution: Revealed – it was about the cultural revolution. This was a slightly more balanced approach to Mao though acknowledging that the Cultural Revolution was violent, destructive and chaotic. But it bought into the radical line that destruction must be achieved before we can re-construct a better world – though we may need near-perpetual revolution before that’s achieved. Actually, I’m not sure Mao had in mind a better world at all, I think he revelled in the unending meat-grinder. And that’s basically the argument that Jung Chang and Jon Halliday put forward. Mao was a monster.
About the book
Mao: The Unknown Story is very long, very complex and though I know this sounds terribly ethnocentric there are so personages with difficult to remember Chinese names (I feel bad saying it, but it’s kinda true). But it was gripping. I started to carry this brick of a book with me on my daily commute despite the fact that weight was beginning to tell in my developing pregnancy.
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Mao: The Unknown Story – reviews on other blogs
The scales fall from student’s eyes.
An Israeli sees Chang and Halliday speak on a book tour.
Chiang Kai-Shek a revised hero and nice guy? (Not sure about that!)