China and cultural optimism
By Andrew Medworth @ 22:12 | Filed under: Philosophy, PoliticsWhat an extraordinary spectacle the Olympic opening ceremony in Beijing provided yesterday. It could scarcely have done a better job of illustrating one of the defining themes of our present time: the resurgence of China as an economic and cultural power.
I have mixed feelings about the event and the social and cultural trends it symbolises, feelings I suspect will be shared by many lovers of liberty, prosperity and human industry. China has clearly come an enormous distance since the catastrophic Mao years, and the continuing rise in the living standards of millions, and the resulting potential for improving economic, scientific and cultural relationships with the Chinese people, are to be warmly welcomed.
However, China has a great distance yet to travel, especially politically: it must not be forgotten that the Chinese government (for example) still censors and intimidates peaceful political and cultural activists, detains people without trial, sometimes for years, forces women to have abortions, and employs labour camps and the death penalty. There is no case for incremental improvement here: every second this state of affairs continues is an insult to the principles of moral governance, and it is hard not to see a sinister note in a grandstanding spectacle, however impressive, organised by such a regime at the expense of its people. (It must be admitted that our own house is not entirely in order in the individual rights department, but a sense of proportion must be retained.)
I know little of China’s politics: I have no idea, for example, whether these Olympic Games are likely to improve the political situation there or worsen it. However, I have had the pleasure and privilege of meeting many Chinese people in academic, commercial and social settings in Britain, and had some thoughts of a personal scale which I considered worth writing down.
One of the things which fascinates me about Chinese people around my own age today is their sense of nationalism. When the Olympic torch came to London some months ago, the Tibetan independence protesters and the enormous police cordon received a great deal of press, but there was also a great throng of Chinese people on the streets cheering and waving Chinese flags. The dominant view among modern young Chinese people seems to be a strong sense of pride in their national history and culture.
For a long time, I must confess this has struck me as surprising and slightly creepy. I myself have very little in the way of nationalistic feelings about Britain, and find it hard to understand those who do. Long-time readers of this blog will know that I am broadly pessimistic about social and cultural trends in Britain: while I consider myself very fortunate to live in this time and place, and have no burning desire to move elsewhere, I see this country as a declining cultural, political and economic power which has lost its way morally, and with it much of its unique sense of identity. I hold fundamental philosophical views which are starkly in opposition to the vast majority of my compatriots, which inevitably leads to a sense of alienation from them.
When I see the British or English national sports teams in action, for example, I often struggle to muster any motivation to support them: why should I root for others’ sporting success, simply because we emerged from our mothers’ bodies in the same approximate geographic location? (Besides, I don’t even have that in common with a lot of them, these days!) Many of the people who share my values and who I admire most, both in my own personal life and in the world in general, come from different countries, and I see that moral affinity as far more important than mere geographical happenstance. I have far more in common with the “foreign” people I went to university with than I do with at least 90% of Britons.
So perhaps you can understand the slight unease I have felt at the overt displays of nationalism I see from my Chinese friends and acquaintances. There is nothing wrong with a sense of pride in and affinity with the values embodied by your country (if any, and if those values are correct), but there is something wrong with loving your country and what it stands for simply because you were born there: that’s arbitrary and divisive. And China, as I pointed out earlier, is currently a country with a far-from-spotless political record: unequivocal love of such a country, therefore, in my mind rings sinister echoes of Europe’s blood-stained recent past.
However, I have been thinking about this since the Olympic opening ceremony, and I am beginning to reinterpret this Chinese nationalism in a more benevolent light. The contradiction I have always struggled with is that when I get to know individual Chinese people, it is rare that I do not get on with them very well indeed. I share with many of them a fundamental attitude towards life: a sense of human potential, a sense that hard work will bring success, a sense that the future can and should be better than the present, a sense that the world doesn’t owe me anything and that I therefore must do things, and can succeed at them. And that is a profound basis for friendship, regardless of cultural differences. These traits are not typically found in advocates of totalitarianism, and suggest to me that the Chinese people do not have the government they deserve.
I freely admit that my sample is biased. The Chinese people I have met are largely among the best China has to offer: smart enough to penetrate the highest levels of Western academia and business, usually having rich parents who have benefited from China’s recent economic boom, or having lived in the West for a long time. But intelligence and riches are hardly guarantees of the kinds of virtue I have described, and I cannot help thinking that perhaps this fervour for China is just an expression of cultural optimism, the sense that tomorrow not just can but will be better than today.
Perhaps the reason I don’t fully understand it, and am not fully at ease with it, is because that is something I haven’t felt about Britain since I was old enough to have a considered view on the subject. Perhaps, rather than being a blind faith which renders Chinese people oblivious to the problems in their country, it will inspire them to identify and correct those problems ever more quickly. Perhaps it will lead them to examine and carefully select the best elements from Eastern and Western cultures to create a society of extraordinary greatness - and perhaps their example will inspire us in the West to rediscover the ideas responsible for our own progress a short century or two ago.
Wishful thinking? Possibly. But surely this is not pure pie in the sky either. The cultural optimism of the Chinese gives me some badly-needed optimism of my own for the future. Life is not a zero-sum game: the success of China does not have to be a threat to anyone else, and it could prove to be a great blessing. We should continually be on the lookout for ways to engage and befriend the Chinese people without offering sanction or support to their government. We have a real chance to build a great future together.