Liberal-oriented columns, commentary and archived articles on national and international news, politics, and the communication arts--with emphasis on China--by Joseph Bosco, author, journalist, director and actor; Professor of Drama and Communications at Beijing Foreign Studies University. 

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...and Mary


I have been much distracted of late, concerning dark and heavy issues of personal and professional import. But then I saw this article in The New York Times and matters such as my life and its purpose beat an immediate retreat.

The much better parts of me shut out that futile crap for a bit and had a hoot and a deeply satisfying toot over a story more important than any other in our world at this moment; some two-thousand western-civilization years, tears, jeers, cheers, jillions of prayers, and more than a few genocides--some ongoing--after its archeologically proffered provenance.

Whatever the non-partisan consensus of biblical\archeological scholars and diggers in the end is, which we will not know any time soon, it is one hell of a good story about the climax and ending of "The Greatest Story Ever Told." I do not believe in the divinity of Jesus, but I most definitely believe that the historical Jesus--whom we recently know so much more about--this reformist Rabbi from the countryside of Israel, was the world's supreme moral philosopher.

That is why the armchair archeological devotee in me, and the big-picture contemporary social historian sleuth that is me, loves this article and envies all of you whom have access to The Discovery Channel, which my building at the university doesn't, damn it!

I will wait for the DVD; pirated most likely.
Crypt Held Bodies of Jesus and Family, Film Says



A documentary by the Discovery Channel claims to provide evidence that a crypt unearthed 27 years ago in Jerusalem contained the bones of Jesus of Nazareth.

Moreover, it asserts that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene, that the couple had a son, named Judah, and that all three were buried together.

The claims were met with skepticism by several archaeologists and New Testament scholars, as well as outrage by some Christian leaders. The contention that Jesus was married, had a child and left behind his bones -- suggesting he was not bodily resurrected -- contradicts core Christian doctrine.

Two limestone boxes said to contain residue from the remains of Jesus and Mary Magdalene were unveiled yesterday at a news conference at the New York Public Library by the documentary's producer, James Cameron, who made "Titanic" and "The Terminator." His collaborators onstage included a journalist, a self-taught antiquities investigator, New Testament scholars, a statistician and an archaeologist. Several of them said they were excited by the findings but uncertain.


"I would like more information. I remain skeptical," said the archaeologist, Shimon Gibson, a senior fellow at the W. F. Albright Institute of Archaeological Research in Jerusalem, in an interview after the news conference.

In recent years, audiences have demonstrated a voracious appetite for books, movies and magazines that reassess the life and times of Jesus, and there is already a book timed to coincide with this documentary, which will be on the air next Sunday.

"This is exploiting the whole trend that caught on with 'The Da Vinci Code,' " said Lawrence E. Stager, the Dorot professor of archaeology of Israel at Harvard, in a telephone interview. "One of the problems is there are so many biblically illiterate people around the world that they don't know what is real judicious assessment and what is what some of us in the field call 'fantastic archaeology.' "

Professor Stager said he had not seen the film but was skeptical.

Mr. Cameron said he had been "trepidatious" about becoming involved in the project but got engaged out of "great passion for a good detective story," not to offend and not to cash in.

"I think this is the biggest archaeological story of the century," he said. "It's absolutely not a publicity stunt. It's part of a very well-considered plan to reveal this information to the world in a way that makes sense, with proper documentation."
Continue reading at The New York Times.
 


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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Can the Blind in Africa Lead the U.S. Back Into a Positive Light in the Eyes of the World?

Just a couple of days ago, I pointed you to an innards-wrenching column by Nicholas Kristof, who is traveling in Africa with former President Jimmy Carter as he visits some of the poorest places on Earth. I am going to do so again. However, the message this time is not only horrific; it is also hopeful, and enlightening.

It is hopeful and enlightening in the sense that if the right people in the halls of power in Washington D.C., and influential people in capitals everywhere, read this column and learn more about the efforts of the great American that Mr. Kristof is chronicling, something can be done to stop the atrocities that are maiming and destroying more lives everyday than in all of the current wars being fought everywhere--without putting anybody's troops in harm's way, and quite inexpensively.
Let's Start a War, One We Can Win

By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF
Published: February 20, 2007

AFETA, Ethiopia -- They were two old men, one arriving by motorcade with bodyguards and the other groping blindly as he shuffled on a footpath with a stick, but for a moment the orbits of Jimmy Carter and Mekonnen Leka intersected on this remote battlefield in southern Ethiopia.

Mr. Mekonnen, who thinks he may be 78, is a patient in Mr. Carter's war on river blindness. He is so blind that he rarely leaves the house any more, but on this occasion he staggered to the village clinic to get a treatment for the worms inside him.

His skin is mottled because the worms cause ferocious itching, especially when they become more active at night. He and other victims scratch until they are bloodied and their skin is partly worn away. Ultimately the worms travel to the eye, where they often destroy the victim's sight.

Ethiopia has the largest proportion of blind people in the world, 1.2 percent, because of the combined effects of river blindness and trachoma. As in many African countries, the wrenching emblem of poverty is a tiny child leading a blind beggar by a stick.

As Mr. Mekonnen waited on a bench by the clinic, there was a flurry of activity, and an Ethiopian announced in the Amharic language that "a great elder" had arrived. Then Mr. Mekonnen heard voices speaking a foreign language and a clicking of cameras, and finally the whirlwind around Mr. Carter moved on.

"Do you know who that was?" I asked Mr. Mekonnen.

"I couldn't see," he replied.

"Have you ever heard of Jimmy Carter?"

"No."

Yet in remote places like this, former President Carter, at 82, is leading a private war on disease that should inspire and shame President Bush and other world leaders into joining. It's not just that Mr. Carter's wars have been more successful than Mr. Bush's; Mr. Carter is also rehabilitating the image of the U.S. abroad and transforming the lives of the world's most wretched peoples. (For a video of Mr. Carter's trip, please go to www.nytimes.com/ontheground.)

On the previous night, Mr. Mekonnen had slept under a mosquito net for the first time in his life, as part of a Carter initiative to wipe out malaria and elephantiasis in this region. And Mr. Mekonnen now uses an outhouse as a result of a Carter Center initiative to build 350,000 outhouses in rural Ethiopia to defeat blindness from trachoma.

Mr. Carter has almost managed to wipe out one horrific ailment -- Guinea worm -- and is making great strides against others, including river blindness and elephantiasis. In this area, people are taking an annual dose of a medicine called Mectizan -- donated by Merck, which deserves huge credit -- that prevents itching and blindness.

Mectizan also gets rid of intestinal worms, leaving Ethiopian villagers stronger and more able to work or attend school. Among adults, the deworming revives sex drive, so some people have named their children Mectizan.

Mr. Carter's private campaign against the diseases of poverty, put together with pennies and duct tape, is a model of what our government could do. Imagine if the U.S. resolved that it would wipe out malaria and elephantiasis (both are spread by mosquitoes, so a combined campaign makes sense). What if we celebrated science not by trying to go to Mars but by extinguishing malaria? What if we tried to burnish America's image abroad not only with press releases and propaganda broadcasts, but also with a bold campaign against disease?

So I wish that President Bush could visit villages like this and see what Mr. Carter has accomplished as a private individual. Mr. Bush, to his great credit, has financed a major campaign against AIDS that will save nine million lives, and he is also increasing spending against malaria -- but not nearly as energetically as he is increasing the number of troops in Iraq. So I asked Mr. Carter whether President Bush should be pushing not for a possible war with Iran, but for a war on malaria.

"That would certainly be my preference," he said. "I thought the war in Iraq was one of the worst mistakes our country ever made, and we're possibly about to make an even worse mistake by precipitating a war with Iran. But I would like to see us shift away from war being a high priority, to diplomacy and benevolent causes."

So, President Bush, how about if we as a nation join Mr. Carter's war on diseases that afflict the world's poorest peoples -- and are one reason they are so poor. That's a war that would unite Americans, not divide them. Come on, Mr. Bush, sound the trumpets!
The New York Times
 


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Monday, February 19, 2007

Is Religion Back and an Economic Boon to China's Left-behind Countryside?

Too many things aren't changing fast enough in China on its uneven path to reforming--and in some cases, recreating in whole--its political, legal, media, social, and economic structures, but undeniable change is happening. And it is happening at fundamental levels of some of its touchiest socialist orthodoxy. Religion the opiate of the masses, said Mr. Marx? Well, he did of course; but did he really mean it as an absolute rule forever and ever, uh, amen?

Perhaps not, say more and more party members and Chinese religious and economic officials and scholars. At least that is what appears to be happening according to an intriguing article in The Economist.

When opium can be benign

China's Communist Party, reconsidering Marx's words, is starting to wonder whether there might not be a use for religion after all


"DEVELOP the dragon spirit; establish a dragon culture," urge large green characters at the high school in Hongliutan, a poor village at the foot of a range of bleak loess hills. Though dragon can be a synonym for China, it is a god known as the Black Dragon that is being invoked here. Without funds from the Black Dragon's hillside temple, in a gully behind the village, the school would not exist. Nor, most likely, would the adjacent primary school and the irrigation system that brings water from the nearby Wuding River to the village's maize and cabbage fields.

Many local governments in rural China are mired in debt. Recent central government efforts to keep peasants happy by abolishing centuries-old taxes have not made life any easier for these bureaucracies. With their revenues cut, rural authorities have found it ever more difficult to scrape together money for health care and education. So they are only too happy to allow others to share the burden of providing these services--even the Black Dragon, whose 500-year-old temple was demolished by Maoist radicals during the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s. Now officials in Yulin, the prefecture to which Hongliutan belongs, give the temple their blessing.

The revival of the Black Dragon Temple's fortunes is part of a resurgence of religious or quasi-religious activity across China that--notwithstanding occasional crackdowns--is transforming the social and political landscape of many parts of the countryside. Religion is also attracting many people in the cities, where the party's atheist ideology has traditionally held stronger sway.

The resurgence encompasses ancient folk religions and ancestor worship, along with the organised religions of Buddhism, Taoism, Islam (among ethnic minorities) and, most strikingly, given its foreign origins and relatively short history in China, Christianity. In the face of this onslaught, the party is beginning to rethink its approach to religion. It now acknowledges that it may even have its uses.

In Hongliutan the party appears in retreat. It is not the party secretary Zhang Tieniu who holds sway. Mr Zhang was the youngest party chief in the prefecture when he was appointed last year at the age of 32. But in a culture that reveres age, some villagers refer to him dismissively as a "lad". The man in charge in Hongliutan is 64-year-old Wang Kehua. Mr Wang happens to belong to the village's main clan. He is also the village's elected chief (a post which in most villages is subordinate to that of party secretary). More to the point, he controls the temple and its money.
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Sunday, February 18, 2007

You Will Not Enjoy Reading This -- But You Must Read It

If what you read below in a column by Nicholas Kristof, doesn't quickly have your skin crawling, instantaneous flashes of nauseous revulsion exploding down the length of your spine, and something you don't understand screaming for you to jump up and run--anywhere; as long as it is away--then something other than blood runs through your veins and you've never had nightmares.

Mr. Kristof can write; my god can he write. Sometimes, though, he doesn't have to, he simply lets uniquely evocative words or phrases 'write' for him; and I offer that only a great wordsmith knows when and how to do that. I also offer that his column in today's The New York Times is worthy not just of my singular praise, but should be a shoe-in for a Pulitzer Prize. Never has he let his subject pounce horrifically from the page and into your bowels, upper-gut and thorax as razor-sharp as he does here.

His subject is worms--worms that enter you as tiny eggs and then bore out of you as 24-inch long monsters imagistic of a hell not even the Bible spoke of--and a former, widely disparaged American president, and pain; I mean pain. Read, please, and when you want to gag and stop, gag but read on. You owe at least that minor pain to your black-skinned fellow inhabitants of this planet whom are the repository of these horror-movie worms that are so real and so horrendously painful they are beyond modern folks' ken, that's you, and me, and for damn sure that man and woman over there waiting for a bus to Bloomingdales, Wal-Mart, or a goddamn Seven-Eleven.

Torture by Worms



By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF
Published: February 18, 2007

JIMMA, Ethiopia -- Presidents are supposed to be strong, and on his latest visit to Africa Jimmy Carter proved himself strong enough to weep.

The first stop of Mr. Carter's four-nation African trip was Ghana, where he visited his projects to wipe out the Guinea worm, a horrendous two-foot-long parasite that lives inside the body and finally pops out, causing excruciating pain.

Mr. Carter was shaken by the victims he met, including a 57-year-old woman with a Guinea worm coming out of her nipple.

"She and her medical attendants said she had another coming out her genitals between her legs, and one each coming out of both feet," Mr. Carter added. "And so she had four Guinea worms emerging simultaneously."

"Little 3-, 4- and 5-year-old children were screaming uncontrollably with pain" because of the worms emerging from their flesh, Mr. Carter said. "I cried, along with the children."

We tend to think of human rights in terms of a right to vote, a right to free speech, a right to assembly. But a child should also have a right not to suffer agony because of a worm that is easily preventable, as well as a right not to go blind because of a lack of medication that costs a dollar or two, even a right not to die for lack of a $5 mosquito net.

As president, Mr. Carter put the issue of human rights squarely on the national agenda. Now Mr. Carter argues -- and he’s dead right -- that we conceive of human rights too narrowly as political and civil rights, and that we also need to fight for the human right of children to live healthy lives.

He has led the way in waging that battle. Because of Mr. Carter's two-decade battle against Guinea worm disease, it is expected to be eradicated worldwide within the next five years. It will be the first ailment to be eliminated since smallpox in 1977, and it has become a race between the worm and the ex-president to see who outlasts the other.

"I'm determined to live long enough to see no cases of Guinea worm anywhere in the world," Mr. Carter said as he walked in blue jeans through a couple of villages in a remote corner of southwestern Ethiopia, the third country of his African tour.

After leaving the White House, Mr. Carter ended up "adopting" diseases like Guinea worm disease, river blindness, elephantiasis, trachoma and schistosomiasis that afflict the world's most voiceless people. These are horrific diseases that cause unimaginable suffering, yet they rarely get attention, treatment or research funding because their victims are impoverished and invisible.

When Mr. Carter met with Mohammad Zia ul-Haq, then Pakistan's president, President Zia had never heard of Guinea worm and didn't know it existed in Pakistan. Nor did his health minister. But after Mr. Carter put the issue on the agenda, Pakistan worked energetically with the Carter Center to eliminate the parasite in that country.

The villages here in Ethiopia that Mr. Carter visited cradle a fast-moving creek, making a lovely image of thatch huts and bubbling water. But the creek is home to the black flies whose bites spread the parasite that causes river blindness, leading to unbearable itching and often eventually to blindness.

"It's almost impossible to imagine the suffering of people with river blindness," Mr. Carter said as he traipsed through the village beside his wife, Rosalynn.

Already, Mr. Carter's campaign is making huge progress against the disease.

Kemeru Befita, a woman washing her clothes in the creek near Mr. Carter, told me that two of her children had caught river blindness in the last couple of months. After a visit to the witch doctor didn't help, she took them to a clinic where -- thanks to Mr. Carter's program -- they received medicine that killed the baby worms. They are two of the nearly 10 million people to whom the Carter Center gave medication last year alone, who won't go blind.

At the end of the day, this one-term president who left office a pariah in his own party will transform the lives of more people in more places over a longer period of time than any other recent president. And I hope that he can also transform our conception of human rights, so that we show an interest not only in the human rights of people suffering from the oppression of dictators, but also from the even more brutal tyranny of blindness, malaria and worms.
The New York Times

Photos by Nicholas D. Kristof
 


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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Come What May, This Is Going To Be A Good One--The Year of the Pig!


This is my first Chinese New Year spent alone--and it is good. From the office balcony of my apartment at Beiwai, I can see and hear a splendid pyrotechnic display of explosive color with every size of bang-bang imaginable. The campus and my apartment complex are pretty much deserted; most folks I know and care about are at home with their families all over this Earth.

Like all old ballplayers, I am superstitious--not religious, mind you; spiritual yes, religious no--and there have been a number of "signs" that "tell" me a corner in my life has been turned, for the better. Yes, I know that just thinking that thought, much less writing it could very well jinx me. But, so be it; because much--very, very much--has changed in my life of late, and that is a fact, and cannot be undone. New fears, anxieties, maladies, insecurities, obstacles, nay saying malcontents and detractors await me in the tomorrows to come as they have all of my yesterdays; fine, that is as it should be, lest we grow complacent and too confident to deal with what lies ahead, the bitter with the sweet, the ugly with the beautiful.

Tonight, as I shut down this magical word factory, which I call Ophelia (all of my writing machines, from typewriter to Pentium 4 computers, have been named Ophelia, go figure) for the day and evening and set out into the cacophonous merriment of my neighborhood outside the university in search of food, I want to say "Thank You" to all whom helped bring me to this moment of almost elderly maturity, loved ones and foes alike. Perhaps, foes even more than loved ones. Enemies test the mettle and depth of us more often and more deeply than do those who love us unconditionally; that dynamic can only make us better, stronger human beings.

Happy New Year and Spring Festival 2007 to each and every one of you who might read these pages! I treasure you all. It matters not what you think of me; it matters a lot that you think of me at all. Think about that.

 


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Happy New Year of the Pig!


At midnight tonight in China we will enter the Year of the Pig. Whichever animal of the Zodiac you are (I am the Rat), I wish you a most joyous and prosperous Chinese New Year!

Chinese Zodiac: The Year of The Pig

According to Chinese legend, twelve animals quarreled to see who should be the head of the zodiac cycle. To determine the order of the animals, the gods decided to hold a race. Whoever reached the opposite side of the river first would lead, and the rest of the animals would receive their position according to their finish. All the animals lined up on the bank of a river and were given the task of getting to the opposite shore. Their order in the calendar would be set by the order in which the animals managed to reach the other side. The cat wondered how he would get across if he was afraid of water. At the same time, the ox wondered how he would cross with his poor eyesight. The calculating rat suggested that he and the cat jump onto the ox's back and guide him across. The ox was steady and hard-working so that he did not notice a commotion on his back. In the meanwhile, the rat snuck up behind the unsuspecting cat and shoved him into the water. Just as the ox came ashore, the rat jumped off and finished the race first. The lazy pig came to the far shore in twelfth place. And so the rat got the first year named after him, the ox got the second year, and the pig ended up as the last year in the cycle. The cat finished too late to win any place in the calendar, and vowed to be the enemy of the rat forevermore.


Pigs (1959, 1971, 1983, 1995, 2007, 2019) are intelligent, generous, gallant, and chivalrous with impeccable manners and taste. They have remarkable fortitude, enjoy learning, and have great honesty. Whatever they do, they do with all their might. They take pleasure in helping others. Pigs like to indulge, which gives a perception of laziness. They are quick tempered, yet they dislike arguments and quarreling. No matter how bad the situation, they try to work it out. Compatible Signs: Rabbit and Goat.

Xin Nian Kuai le.
Now That's a Gong and a Bell to Ring in a Chinese New Year.
 


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Friday, February 16, 2007

Boeing's Moscow Design Center...Come Again?

Exactly ten years ago I was living in a western, brand-name luxury hotel close by Moscow's most fashionable high-end shopping mall, and within walking distance of the Kremlin and Red Square. I was in Moscow working with General Leonid Shebarshin, the last Chairman of the KGB, on his English language biography. (The Bear in Winter: Apparently a life-time project, because it is still far away from publication for many strange, frustrating, fascinating, intrigue-filled reasons that are a story in themselves I hope to be allowed to tell in full some day. President Putin worked for him before the fall and afterwards; the General spoke well of him, their phone conversations in my presence were of interest only in hindsight.)

One of my strongest and most poignant memories of that long winter a decade ago was of sitting in the humongous, but so elegant lobby watching and often hearing the best minds of Russia literally begging the endless stream of carpet-bagging foreigners to buy their ideas, their discoveries, their inventions, their knowledge, their experience, even mother Russia's boundless natural resources for pennies on the U.S. Dollar or Pound Sterling and had precious few takers unless they were desperate enough to practically give it away, which all too many were and did. Like biblical locusts was the swarm of fast-talking, so snide and condescending American and European speculators as they picked every vulnerable stalk clean.

These men--and they were all men; the Russian women in the lobby, unbelievably beautiful women, were selling something else and doing much better business at top dollar U.S., may the gods bless every one of them--were some of the best scientists, professors, engineers, geologists, industrial managers the once mighty Soviet empire had produced. They were not begging to sell anything and everything they had any level of control over because they had no jobs; they had jobs, they just hadn't been paid for months, sometimes years, and were desperate to pay their rent and feed their families.

Outside the hotel, on the frozen streets of Moscow, the Russian Mafia controlled just about everything (except the traffic; a weaponless traffic cop in Moscow then wielded amazing power for reasons I still don't fully understand) and they were also selling, but at premium prices and with the advantage that stealing, beating, killing, bribing at will gave its members, whose leaders were mostly former KGB officers under the age of 40. Former KGB officers over 40 were disgusted, fervently appalled with and at the criminals that had once worked for them, and they did what they could to thwart the organized crime that was the only Russian "system" functioning in those dark years after the fall and before the rise with the new century.

The best and most influential of the latter formed legitimate companies and hired out their security expertise to western firms seeking protection from the criminal gangs, some with almost perfect rates of success. But they were expensive, exclusive and limited as to the number of clients they could service at a time. The little guy, particularly the Russian little guy, no matter his talents, degrees, or experience had little chance to hire such services--unless patronage was available to him, of course, and then money was never an issue. The bond of family and friendship goes deep into the Russian soul, admirably, endearingly so. I know, firsthand.

Much has changed in Moscow and Russia since the winter of 1996-1997, happily so, in large part at least. But still there are huge problems the Great Russian Bear must deal with if it is going to regain the luster that it once had in its prime--name a decade, or century, and regime, and then begin arguing the elements and definition of "luster" and "prime."

I am having these memories because of a column by Tom Friedman in The New York Times today. I think you should read it. Perhaps then you will understand the extreme dose of incongruity that sparked the headline above this post.
Will Russia Bet on Its People or Its Oil Wells?

By THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
Published: February 16, 2007

In a high-rise building with a view of Lenin's Tomb, the U.S. aerospace giant Boeing is designing key parts of its new 787 Dreamliner, using hundreds of Russian aerospace engineers. Yes, President Putin may be talking cold-war tough, but down the street from the Kremlin, America's crown jewel industrial company is using Russia's crown jewel brainpower to design its next crown jewel jetliner.

Boeing's Moscow Design Center, which employs 1,400 Russian engineers (earning less than their U.S. counterparts) on various projects, symbolizes Russia's unique potential: Russia is that rare country that not only has a treasure trove of natural resources -- oil, gas and mines -- but also has a treasure trove of human talent: engineers, mathematicians and other valuable minds.

Most nations with highly developed human talent -- like Singapore or Taiwan -- have few natural resources, and those that are rich in natural resources -- Venezuela or Sudan -- tend not to develop their people's talents. The exceptions, like Norway, which is rich in both human and natural resources, usually built their democratic institutions before they got rich on oil, so the money was well spent.

The meta-question with Russia today is this: Will it become more like Norway, a democracy enriched by oil, or more like Venezuela, a democracy subverted by oil? Is the Boeing center Russia's future or its exception?

You see signs of both trends. On the positive side, Russia has been smarter than most petro-states. It has set up a rainy day fund and tucked away $100 billion from its oil and gas windfall. Direct foreign investment in Russia hit $30 billion last year, according to The Economist, and not all of it goes to the oil and gas sector anymore.

And then there's Boeing. Its impressive Moscow center operates two shifts of engineers: 7 a.m. until 3 p.m., and 3 p.m. until 11 p.m. -- which is shortly before the workday begins in the United States. A Russian Boeing engineer might be designing part of the 787's nose during his day, and then initials and stores his work in the computer. A U.S. Boeing engineer, working on an identical computer, then picks it up during her day and engineers it some more. With regular teleconferences, it's as if they are in one virtual 24-hour office.

"There is no paper at all," said Sergei Korolev, the deputy head of Boeing Moscow. "We do the presentations electronically and have online sessions with Wichita and Seattle, and everyone looks at the same part and talks about it. Our center is the reason people are not emigrating."

But Russia has a unique legacy in aerospace from Soviet days, so the educational centers and talent were in place for Boeing to tap. What Russia still glaringly lacks is an ecosystem of secure property rights, venture capitalists and homegrown innovators, and universities and business schools churning out idea-entrepreneurs. "Made in Russia" will never be a global brand as long as research spending by Russian companies remains among the lowest in the world.

The Moscow Times recently reported that only two Russian colleges — Moscow State and St. Petersburg State -- are listed among the world's top 500 universities. When you walk down the streets in Bangalore, India's high-tech capital, it feels as if there's a computer school or English-language school on every street. You walk in Moscow, and it feels as if there is a new shoe store or beauty salon on every street.

A former top aide to President Putin remarked to me that Russia had a huge interest in building a postindustrial knowledge economy, not an energy-intensive industrial one, so it can export most of its oil and gas, not consume them at home. But that would take a big investment in education, which is not being done.

Noting that Russia today spends far less of its G.D.P. on higher education than Europe or America, Sergei Guriyev, rector of Russia’s New Economic School, wrote in The Moscow Times, "Russians simply are not prepared to pay the taxes that would be necessary to finance science and education at Soviet-era levels, and no incentives have been created to attract more private funding."

So here's my prediction: You tell me the price of oil, and I'll tell you what kind of Russia you'll have. If the price stays at $60 a barrel, it's going to be more like Venezuela, because its leaders will have plenty of money to indulge their worst instincts, with too few checks and balances. If the price falls to $30, it will be more like Norway. If the price falls to $15 a barrel, it could become more like America -- with just enough money to provide a social safety net for its older generation, but with too little money to avoid developing the leaders and institutions to nurture the brainpower of its younger generation.
The New York Times.

Mr. Friedman's predictions, unlike his writing, has about the same level of assuredness as does the rest of his journalistic colleagues, this reporter included. Ah, but his writing is so elegantly clean.
 


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This is a Crying, Dying Shame

For Shame. When will the Central Government ever learn? How many times must the party be shamed to the world before its leaders learn that they can no longer get away with secretly abusing the human rights of its citizens?

In the case below it is being done to one of China's most stellar and officially "praised" citizens. It is not only wrong, it is stupid. The truth comes out anyway, and the government loses even more credibility with its people; not to mention its international trading partners. Foolish, shameful, ignorant, and backsliding--all for no good purpose, other than a knee-jerk, anachronistic habituation some officials just can't shake.

The article excerpted and linked to below by Jim Yardley of The New York Times, needs no further intoduction from me.

China Covers Up Detention of AIDS Doctor


By JIM YARDLEY
Published: February 16, 2007

BEIJING, Feb. 15 -- The photograph and article in Tuesday's Henan Daily could have been headlined "Happy Holidays." Three highranking Henan Province officials, beaming and clapping as if presenting a lottery check, were making an early Lunar New Year visit to the apartment of a renowned AIDS doctor, Gao Yaojie.

They gave her flowers. Dr. Gao, 80, squinted toward the camera, surely understanding that pictures can lie. She was under house arrest to prevent her from getting a visa to accept an honor in Washington. Her detention attracted international attention, and the photo op was a sham, apparently intended to say, "Look, she's fine and free as a bird."

On Thursday, Dr. Gao said in a telephone interview, a handful of police officers remained stationed outside her apartment building in the central Chinese city of Zhengzhou.

"I just can't simply swallow it all," she said. "I want to know two things. First, who has made the decision? I am an 80-year-old lady, and what crimes have I committed to deserve this? Second, they must find out who has been slandering my name on the Internet."

Perhaps no issue is more emblematic of a changing China than AIDS. In less than a decade, China has gone from trying to hide its AIDS epidemic to confronting it openly. International groups like the Clinton Foundation and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation have been welcomed. The Chinese government has initiated medical research, a free drug program and a nationwide public awareness campaign.

But for a Communist Party intolerant of public dissent, embracing grass-roots AIDS activists is a different matter. They often complain loudest about inadequate care and official corruption. And few people have complained louder, or with more influence, than Dr. Gao, who gained fame for helping expose the tainted blood-selling operations that spread H.I.V., the virus that causes AIDS, in central China in the 1990s.

Dr. Gao was detained on Feb. 1 as she was leaving for Beijing to pick up a United States travel visa so she could attend a banquet to be held in her honor in March by Vital Voices Global Partnership, a nonprofit group whose honorary chairwomen are Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, Democrat of New York, and Senator Kay Bailey Hutchison, Republican of Texas.

International organizations and the United States Embassy in Beijing soon inquired about her status. Nicholas Bequelin of Human Rights Watch saw the Henan Daily article online and assumed that it meant the pressure had worked.
Please continue reading at The New York Times.

Photo: Mark Ralston/Agence France-Press -- Getty Images
 


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Thursday, February 15, 2007

China's Worst Kept Secret

One of the first things foreigners learn in China is that sex is available virtually everywhere--for a price. Any price. Any where. Any kind. In many ways, it's one of the best kept secrets outside of China. Inside China, it's perhaps the worst kept secret--although the Central and Provincial Governments occasionally try to shame it back into the underworld.

Due to some of my travels in China, mostly while making movies or TV mini-series, I have had precious few "vacations" in the years I've been here, I could tell a tale or two about just how prevalent--and openly so--sex for sale is. I do not mean tales of my participation in said activity, which is zero, but tales, for instance, such as an openly run brothel (with the tell-tale unused barber chairs and odd-colored barber poles, and the "merhandise" enticingly dressed and draped happily about) just opposite the elevator on the fourth floor of a hotel owned and operated by the PLA.

Instead, I am going to let Howard W. French, of the International Herald Tribune, one of the very best journalists in Asia, tell you the tale in the article excerpted, and linked to, below.

Letter from China: The sex industry is everywhere but nowhere

Howard W. French

SHANGHAI: What's the fastest-growing industry in China? Mobile phones? Computer components? Toys? The last wouldn't be too far off, but not in the sense that the word toys is conventionally understood. Call them playthings.

Anecdotal evidence is the best one can do for a field such as this, but a bet could be placed on the sex industry. Yes, prostitution.

It is scarcely possible to walk for 10 minutes in any big Chinese city without coming across the sex trade in one of its many guises. Prostitutes work in most hotels, and are indeed employed by the hotels, including the state- owned ones. They work the streets, the clubs, and massage and sauna parlors, which range from monstrously gaudy to grimy holes in the wall.

They can be found in barber shops and beauty salons; sometimes they are the only people working in such establishments. And they are present -- no, ubiquitous -- at every class level of society, down to the poorest neighborhoods of Shanghai and the lowliest villages.
As you will see, the article was published a few weeks ago; it was just brought to my attention by a colleague on the faculty at Beiwai. A tip of the keyboard to you David, and many thanks.

I also want to point out that Mr. French has a really fine blog, which, I am chagrinned to say, I just learned about today while tracking down this story, A Glimpse of the World, check it out.
 


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Wanna Have Some Fun and Feel Good?

And then do some good for any number of good causes spread all over the progressive spectrum and this spinning rock we call Earth?

For the fun and feel good part, click the first link below. For the good causes part, click the second link.


I Like You!



Now


Do Some Good


Thank you Edie, for everything, but especially for just being you!
 


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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Previous Comments to LongBow Restored

As promised, the previous comments to these pages, which had been temporarily removed, have been restored. While almost all of it is painful, it's all there--friends are not as motivated to leave comments as are zealous detractors, which is completely understandable and is not a new phenomenon. Of the hundreds of comments involved, less than a handful were not restored. Those were the comments that attacked private third parties, were libelous on their face, or were pure "hate mail" and deserved not the light of publication.

We will now see if the anonymous authors of these scathing comments will step up to the bar and claim their words with an identity. Each that does not, proves the mendacity of his words. It's gut-check time, folks; I have shown mine. Will you show yours? We shall see.
 


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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

The Straight Skinny: "222.166.160. is Definitely One to Block"

The anonymous, cowardly geek--with many 'handles' and names--and cohorts are a major source of spam and other unseemly Internet activity. Below is a recent post from a blogger who attempts to police such activity.

Dave Pasternack News and IncrediBILL's Random Rants
Dave Pasternack reports, Stopping scrapers and spammers and a whole lot more, some of it gross.


I've predicted this would happen for some time but have no clue how they managed to utilize and entire block of IPs from a HK cable company to scrape.

Look at the list below and not it's all in the same block, all 1-2 pages max, all the same user agent, and it flew right under the normal radar except my proximity alarm noticed this trend.

222.166.160.1 [cm222-166-160-1.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.10 [cm222-166-160-10.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.100 [cm222-166-160-100.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.101 [cm222-166-160-101.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.102 [cm222-166-160-102.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.103 [cm222-166-160-103.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.104 [cm222-166-160-104.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.105 [cm222-166-160-105.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.106 [cm222-166-160-106.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.108 [cm222-166-160-108.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.109 [cm222-166-160-109.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.11 [cm222-166-160-11.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.111 [cm222-166-160-111.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.113 [cm222-166-160-113.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.114 [cm222-166-160-114.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.115 [cm222-166-160-115.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.117 [cm222-166-160-117.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.118 [cm222-166-160-118.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 2- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.12 [cm222-166-160-12.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.120 [cm222-166-160-120.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.121 [cm222-166-160-121.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.123 [cm222-166-160-123.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
222.166.160.124 [cm222-166-160-124.hkcable.com.hk.] pages 1- Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1)
. . .
The list goes on forever, mercifully I will cut it here; if you want to view it all, click the link below.
When I reviewed the physical log entries you can see the data being accessed was sequential.

Not sure if there are other ranges of IP in the HK Cable Company to be concerned with, but 222.166.160.* is definitely one to block for now.

posted by IncrediBILL @ 2/01/2007 08:49:00 AM
I now understand the source of a number of strange invasions and occurrences on my e-mail accounts (and elsewhere on this computer) all of which started at the same time this sick geek first began assaulting the comments functions of these pages and WOW late last summer.
 


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"Blake" is One of His Names, "Byron2K7" is One of His Handles, Hacking & Virulent Geekdom is His No Where Life

Wouldn't you know it; the anonymous blustering fool is the kind of geek loser that truly personifies the sobriquets, "geek" and "loser," sad young people with no real lives to live. Jesus, this is the kind of cream puff who played the tuba in the high school band back in the days when I and my peers were playing ball, getting laid, getting into life, and making waves in art, politics and honest-to-god social movements.

Unfortunately, he is also the worst of today's breed of geeks--a hacker, a big-time spammer and purveyor of dubious pharmaceuticals online, just the kind of dangerous egg-head helping to make the Internet a perilous place for real people to tread.

Yah Productions is the first place to go to learn he can only be taken seriously as someone who just might graduate from no-life geekdom into serious psychosis.

This is just the beginning of the revelations on "Blake" in these pages, a sad little pustule oozing, living and dying a crunched digit at a time in Hong Kong.

If you want to have fun on your own, here is a Google search for this "Hero."

Oh, for the far too many squeamish PC folks out there these days, this is only fair play, turning the tables on someone who deserves it.
 


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Monday, February 12, 2007

Anonymous Troll and Coward Finally Identified

hkcable.com.hk
IP Address 222.166.160.# (HK Cable TV Ltd)
City: Tsim Sha Tsui


The other night in Beijing, a number of bloggers got together for a night of great food at Xiao Wang Fu Restaurant and even better chit-chat. A few of us do this once or twice a year (this was the third or fourth time we held it at Xiao Wang Fu, my memory is fuzzy with numbers), the occasion being whenever Richard, the author and proprietor of The Peking Duck, is in town--we will get to do it more often now that Richard has moved back to Beijing, thank the gods for big favors. Jeremiah of the fine blog Granite Studio was also a guest attraction, being in town from Tianjin. Kevin Smith, of the Weifang Radish, was another excellent blogger in attendance; as was "Mercenary Sinologue," Brendan O'Kane.

I will let you read more about the event at the links above. Here, I want to talk about a subject that Richard and I discussed for the umpteenth time in the some 3 years we have been close friends: The scourge of anonymous trolls and the blight, nay, cancer, they are on the blogosphere. Richard stopped allowing anonymous comments on The Peking Duck a long time ago, and advised me to do the same (of course, The Peking Duck is one of the most successful blogs in Asia; these pages are not even a hatchling ducklet in comparison). Unfortunately, I did not follow Richard's advice--not the first time that dear friend has been right and I've been wrong on so many matters.

Further down these pages, you will find a post explaining the problem that finally caused LongBow to heed Richard's advice. Here I want to fight back at the ringleader of that shameful group, who in his obsessive, unfathomable zeal, made a mistake today and I now have his Internet identification information. I put it at the top of this post; I am placing it again here.

hkcable.com.hk
IP Address 222.166.160.# (HK Cable TV Ltd)
City: Tsim Sha Tsui


Let us see how he handles no longer being an anonymous coward. My money says he slinks away in shame. What mischief can the friends of these pages bring down upon his empty, but strangely obsessive-compulsive little head? Hmm?
 


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Sunday, February 11, 2007

'Go Figure' Redux

A couple of weeks or so ago, I finally had time (and reason) to check on the paperwork of Ellen's and my Chinese divorce of our Chinese marriage, which I thought I had put on a bureaucratic fast-track many moons past and was happily done with. To cut to the skinny of a long and tedious story that took some four days of stupefying confusion and bouncing between several government edifices (and law offices, unfortunately) to get to the bottom of, I learned that there were no "divorce papers" because there was no marriage!

That's right. It turns out that the on-the-spot notarized certificate witnessing a "wedding ceremony" on the beach of the Nanshan Buddhist Resort just a bit southwest of an adventurous motorized pedicab ride from Sanya, Hainan, was the only paperwork filed by the officials in China's laid-back, sleepy, self-styled answer to Hawaii, and nothing more. Apparently, being smarter than most other folks involved, they never bothered to file a "Marriage Certificate" for what must have seemed to them a couple of very goofy Americans who decided to get married on a romantic impulse while on an exotic "Tree House" vacation in one of the gods' most special places.

In all fairness, I should note that the following day was Chinese New Year, 2003. That might have had something to do with the notaries' inattention to piddling Laowai details. Ellen greatly appreciated the spectacular celebration--and never tired of telling everyone in earshot for days, weeks and years, exactly how much--that a resort, a city, a province, and a nation threw for our "wedding."

Not wishing to get too deeply into the sublimity of an "I told you so" conceit, I will only briefly point out that on dozens of occasions (at the very moment of the "ceremony" and immediately thereafter being only the first) I remarked somewhat meanly under any number of situations and emotional stimuli to Ellen that "We aren't really married!" (I have never laid claim to being a good or even a nice human being, only an emotionally honest one at any moment in question.) To be sure, those words were never well received by Ellen. That is until I informed her via e-mail of the facts in China--she is back living in the States, and has been for quite some time now. To my relief, she also was relieved by the news of the non-marriage.

Without edging too closely into rancor that I don't feel, I must admit that I do not at all mind again being able to say that I have only been married once, to Linda, my childhood sweetheart and former wife of 31 years. That is not to say I will never marry again--I have no wish to live out the several decades ahead of me alone, or worse yet, to die alone.

The only sorrowful part of this silly tale is the amount of money no one will ever be able to make me confess that I paid Chinese lawyers to get a divorce from someone I was not married to! That's for my shame alone--okay, a few other folks know the amount, but they are sworn to secrecy.

I will now wax philosophical for a moment (and only a moment, I promise). Ellen and I are the poster children for the admonition that very dear friends and fellow writers should not monkey with that double-blessed relationship and get hitched! There was no good reason on this spinning rock for us to get married and destroy the truly righteous friendship and mutual admiration society we had for one another before that fateful day in the shade of magically entwined and redolent tropical flora on a virtually undeveloped beach along the South China Sea.

Ellen Jane Sander is a woman of character with few equals. She is a writer who in many ways has no equals--her voice and style (poetry and prose) are truly unique and have been ever since she became a famous rock journalist in the cultural capitals of America while I was still completely unknown and struggling financially just to get out of a then obscure Mississippi university with a BFA in Theatre, and well more than a decade before I became a published writer, much less an effective one.

Whatever: well done or not, at least we can write 'Trails End' to a saga of which I know we both have much to regret. Perhaps someday we can be something close to the friends we were before we were stupid enough to screw it up with "wedding vows" we did not mutually understand the reasons for making.

NOTE: In other forums, for whatever benighted reasons, some folks whom are overly obsessed with other folk's business are saying that the post above and its central theme are not true; that I am in effect lying about Ellen and me not being legally married. Well, I just received further confirmation that the "marriage" was "invalid" from an attorney with the State Administration of Commerce and Industry (SAIC). End of story.

P.S.: I have not posted to these pages for a very long time. Other than the new English Language Drama Program that I was tasked to build from scratch here at Beiwai, which had me occupied almost 24/7 for months, I have not posted due to reasons that have become shamefully endemic to the blogosphere. This was one of the last blogs--and virtually all news sites, large and small--to hold out for the allowance of anonymous, unmonitored comments. That turned out to be one of the most stupid ideas I've ever had and I had to all but shut down these pages because of it. It was not to preserve my 'name' and character, which was so vehemently attacked--that comes without legitimate complaint with the public territory I long ago chose to inhabit--but to protect the same of completely innocent third parties.

I will soon be posting an essay on that so ugly mess and what it means for the future of these pages. And I will be posting again--when I can. I have decided that such idiot-kind must not be allowed to assume they have prevailed; as if winning and losing has anything to do with the sick, small minds and empty souls that have little else to do but attempt to destroy that which they cannot understand, have, or experience, no matter how lustful is their empty, vainglorious covetousness of it.
 


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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Murder Beckons Me...Again

Darren Mack talks with his lawyer as they wait for the judge to enter the court room Nov. 16. Mack is accused of stabbing to death his estranged wife, Charla, at his Reno townhouse on June 12. Darren Mack's divorce lawyer has filed an objection to a request from the lawyer for Charla Mack's estate.


I did not think any murder case could tempt me back to America and back into the true crime business ever again. So much for infamous last words; surprisingly, there is a murder case in the States whose siren song quickens my mind, soul and gut. It is the Darren Mack murder case in Nevada; it has all of the human elements that excite the investigative journalist and creative nonfiction story teller that are still at the core of me.

It is the only thing I can imagine that could pull me away from China--temporarily!

If you haven't been following the story, here is a good link to start with: Reno Gazette-Journal.com, Darren Mack case.

You also might want to go here: Las Vegas Sun.

Give it a good read and see if you agree and drop me a comment or an e-mail.
 


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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Psst...Wanna Stop Doing Something So Good That It's Bad For You?

Mostly when something is too good to be true it isn't. It's been drilled into our subconscious by our elders since birth and proven true every time since the first time we jumped at the chance to get something for nothing and got exactly that, nothing.

But, wait a minute. Maybe that's not so true any longer. Just maybe if somebody says they know how you can stop craving a Camel Light, a Johnny Walker Black, a Dove bar with almonds and raisins, Hagen Daas of any flavor, or the love of a lifetime who left you yesterday, etc., etc., without having to go through the pains of withdrawal and then the forever and ever amen will power necessary to truly pull it off for good, and your BS detector starts buzzing, maybe you should turn that sucker off and give that would-be snake oil salesman a good listen.

And maybe you should look at the artwork below and then go click on the article below it from The New York Times.



A Small Part of the Brain, and Its Profound Effects


By SANDRA BLAKESLEE
Published: February 6, 2007

The recent news about smoking was sensational: some people with damage to a prune-size slab of brain tissue called the insula were able to give up cigarettes instantly.

Suppose scientists could figure out how to tweak the insula without damaging it. They might be able to create that famed and elusive free lunch — an effortless way to kick the cigarette habit.

That dream, which may not be too far off, puts the insula in the spotlight. What is the insula and how could it possibly exert such profound effects on human behavior?

According to neuroscientists who study it, the insula is a long-neglected brain region that has emerged as crucial to understanding what it feels like to be human.

They say it is the wellspring of social emotions, things like lust and disgust, pride and humiliation, guilt and atonement. It helps give rise to moral intuition, empathy and the capacity to respond emotionally to music.
Continue reading at The New York Times.
 


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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

A Word or Two About Comments on LongBow

In other forums and venues, it is still being reported that these pages are not open to comments. That is not true, and has not been so for a week or more. Most readers of these pages know that sometime last November I did indeed shut down comments to LongBow because of an assault by a sick handful of benighted souls that crossed the line into vile, delusional libel.

For almost 3 years LongBow allowed anonymous comments, and while much of it was personally painful, I took it in stride because that is what a public figure must accept when he chooses to become one. That choice was made years ago when I began writing books for a mainstream, commercial market in America. The dynamic grew increasingly true as I also began doing a lot of television commentary in America on my journalistic specialty, murder; particularly the Simpson murders, but others as well. (In truth, that decision was made even earlier, when I chose to major in theatre--and later film and theatre in graduate school--and entered 'show business' professionally in my early 20s as an actor.)

In the crime-writing and commentary business one makes many enemies. Indeed, if an investigative journalist is doing his job properly, he should make a lot of people mad, on all sides of any one case. You don't make many friends writing about murder. However, never wanting to be known only as a "crime writer"--when in fact, I have written across the literary spectrum--I often ventured into areas (in writing, lectures, or other modes of invited discussion) that were at different times of my life every bit as much of a specialty of mine as was murder: baseball, the civil rights movement in Mississippi, the anti-war movement during the Vietnam era, American politics, world history, the American Civil War, religion, 20th Century literature, Vincent van Gogh and select other post-impressionists painters, and show business--especially theatre; all of which I have more than just a passing interest and expertise in or experience with. Most of this is public record--very much so with the Internet. Fortunately, and just as often unfortunately, almost everything I have ever written, said or done publicly can be found online. My much checkered life is an open-book, a great deal of it I am no longer particularly proud of, but that's life lived in a hurry and the spirit of there's always a tomorrow.

I will cover most of this ground in an essay still to come. I am touching on it now only for context. For whatever reasons, some people decided that because I was an American without a PhD teaching at a Chinese university as an appointed professor, but expressly not teaching "English," oral or otherwise (never have, never will), everything I wrote or did was suspect; that I had to be a charlatan, particularly since I appeared to wear so many "hats" as it were. In today's youth-dominated, instant-gratification world, a well-rounded, humanities educated, arts & letters 'renaissance man' cannot be for real. I don't know why, but these one-trick pony folks had a precise intention, it was even stated: to hound me into closing down LongBow. To do that, no level of libel and lying was too much. And that was fine, since mostly they made buffoons of themselves and were only lambasting me; I was not going to close up shop.

Then some folks truly crossed a no-no line. In their zeal to hurt me, they chose to smear the character of completely innocent third parties whose lives are not public property. Within minutes, I shut down comments, and temporarily removed all comments already posted. (Almost all of them will reappear soon; they were not deleted; only electronically hidden). Then I got very busy with exciting work here at Beiwai. However, with the semester over and the winter break upon us, I now have time to return a bit of my attention to these pages.

I have enabled comments, with some rules. Anonymous comments are no longer accepted. No newspaper or other news entity will publish letters to the editors from anonymous sources; they may publish them without a name attached for journalistic reasons. But you can bet your mortgage that the news entity knows the name, address and phone number of any contributing letter writer before publishing! It would be horrifically irresponsible not to. One must now register with Blogger and identify oneself by name to leave a comment on these pages.

I have also switched on the Blogger function "Moderate Comments." Yes, I will see and approve each comment before it goes online. Some of you may believe that is to insulate myself from negative comments about me or my writing and posting. That is not true. It is purely there to protect innocent third parties from being gratuitously abused in an attempt to embarrass me. That will not be allowed. It is the same as with any news entity and its letters to the editor section, wherein comments are always vetted by an editor before publishing.

If you believe I am trying to censor dissent against my reporting, my opinion, my public record, call my bluff and write a negative comment that is not purely and only venomous, but has virtually any substantive base (i.e. not just ad hominem hate mail) and see if I don't put it up. We will all quickly learn a thing or two: whether I am a puffed up dilettante without gizzard or spine; or whether my detractors have the courage of their convictions.

Of course, you may think, what an empty offer? How will the rest of us know what he is censoring? Easy, there are many forums on the Internet where such information would be welcomed by the person who believes he or she has been summarily censored by me. Not to overly state my importance--only my infamy--there are more than a few places online that will welcome nasty news about this reporter. Unfortunately, via Google (and many other search engines), they are legion and easy to find.

Let the discourse begin.
 


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This Is Done In Your Name, My Name, the Name of That Man Over There Waiting For a Bus to Nowhere...

Abu Abdullah, right, a shop owner who lost two of his sons in Saturday's bombing of a Baghdad market, at the scene with a friend Sunday


Who among us will not listen to the words below because they are not an American's words? Who among us will not care about the words below because they are not an American's words? Who among us will do nothing--other than to politicize them--because the words below are not an American's words? Who among us wants to do anything about the words below spoken by a citizen of the country we broke but will not pay for per the "pottery barn rules."? You? Me? Him? Goddamn us all if the answer is even one 'not me.' This was done in our name. Yet we cannot fix it without the help of a world community that trusts us even less than they care about the man who spoke the words below because to do otherwise is to align with a foreign policy mistake as wrong as history has or ever will note.

If we are not to follow too quickly into the second-rate abyss of history as did the many singular superpowers that came before us--in varying degrees of success and longevity: Egypt, Mesopotamia, Indus, Greece, Rome, Mongols, Saracen, Holy Roman, Spanish, French, English, Austro-Hungarian, Ottoman, etc., etc., (the great civilizations of central and South America never had a horse in this particular race) then we must do what so many of them could not do. We must earnestly, honestly, humbly (knowing we carry the biggest stick), quietly--with ears open and our big ethnocentric American mouths shut tight--listen to what other folks care about, not just assuming that they must care about the same things we do because we are the ascendant culture of the moment (along with China, of course, the one ancient civilization still around culturally, linguistically, historically intact, and has much to say, if only it would).

As the newest, the as yet most short-lived, and arguably the luckiest and richest 'superpower' civilization of them all, we have less cultural baggage to keep us arrogantly, self-righteously nailed to the past. We can change paths, we can admit mistakes; we are strong enough to know that the mistakes of a few cannot bring down the whole of us. But this can only happen when we the people truly wish it to happen. We can do it, though; we have done it before and survived all the stronger for it.

The words are from The New York Times; read the excerpt and then please click through.
Mr. Abdul Jabbar said he rushed to collapsed buildings trying to help the wounded, but found mainly hands, skulls and other body parts.

"The government is supposed to protect us, but they are not doing their job," he said. "I watch the TV and see the announcements on the imminent implementation of the security plan. Where is it, for God's sake?"

"I wish they would attack us with a nuclear bomb and kill us all," he added, "so we will rest and anybody who wants the oil -- which is the core of the problem -- can come and get it. We can not live this way anymore. We are dying slowly every day."
Read all of the story at The New York Times.

The photograph: Khalid Mohammed/Associated Press
 


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