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. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Happy Birthday, Linda

Below is my favorite photograph of Linda Powajbo Bosco, my teenage bride, mother of our son Joseph, and my beautiful, loving wife from 1968 until 2001. Today is her birthday. I have had much reason to think of her recently, with love; although she will hate the thought and sentiment. That's okay, because no one we know mutually will tell her the post is here, upon her orders.

Happy Birthday, Linda

Linda Bosco - Smoky Mountains, Christmas 1981

Yes, she still thinks that badly of me. Who can blame her? Not I. From the recent pictures I have seen, she is still as beautiful as that Friday night in early October, 1964, outside the Ocean Springs Community Center, when she got into the backseat of my car with a group of her friends from that hotshot high school across the Bay. We small-time yokels had just won another big football game, and they were 'slumming.' First I heard her voice, then I turned around...

 


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Monday, October 22, 2007

It's Time to Get Over It, Bosco...

And there's the reason why, Joseph with Baby Joseph, on the Riverwalk, that day of days


I have always lived on dreams and hope, and far more often than not, professionally, creatively, both have served me well. Would that I could say the same about my personal life. Even though hopes and dreams also fueled and guided its course through the same five decades, failures of every kind, with their requisite pain and misery--to me, surely, but to way too many innocent people around me--predominated. That has not changed. I am sorry to say.

Late last month, I embarked on a trip and a mission of love, discovery and family reclamation that I can truly say I believed would be the highwater mark of my private life to date. The joyful, all but obsessed planning and anticipation, which occupied months of my time, was for me unprecedented. Never had I worked so hard, and hoped and dreamt so much upon and about a trip. It was tightly planned to be a week's visit to the States; New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast, to be precise. Home.

I was going to meet my first grandchild, Joseph Allen Bosco, and to introduce a newer, better part of me to people I thought still loved me as only blood kin can. For almost four days it was a sublime dream coming true. Then the floor fell away and the ceiling disappeared. Every goddamn demon in the Ocean Springs, Mississippi, Boscos' past came out of the woodwork, rapacious fangs ripping, spitting and hoarding with abandon. The bites sinking to the bone. It hurt. Like hell. It always has.

So what? That's who we are and have been for a very long time. The loss in the States was beyond normal measurement; but the loss when we returned to Beijing was infinite. Goddamn it! Why?

Say, what?

Yep, that's the linear skinny of it. I can't tell the story--to protect the guilty and the innocent. Most certainly not myself. When you hit rock-bottom, everything else is up.

But we did have a transcendent experience with he whom I on pure faith believe will be the best Joseph A. Bosco of a lengthy line.

Yes! That's me, the old dude, with Joseph Allen Bosco! And then there is the wonderful moment of Baby Joseph and his so very special dad--my son, my grandfather's namesake--at the New Orleans Riverwalk, on perhaps the last day of pure happiness I will know for quite some time. Shhh, he's sleeping. But what a day! Our visit with Baby Joseph, Joseph and Michelle (my amazingly talented, loving daughter-in-law) was worth every price, both metaphysically and in RMB/U.S Dollar.

By the way, if I owe you an e-mail, or if you have come here looking for some words about O. J. Simpson, Bill Wasz or Bill Pavelic (and his forthcoming book), have patience with me. My innards burned and then melt into nothingness for a spell--yes, too long of a spell--but, I'm out now, lookin' for daylight! It must be there. It's always been before.
 


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Thursday, October 11, 2007

"Home"...

Sylvia, Mom, me and Prince at Beach House late 50's


...ain't what it used to be, or was it ever even that?

At last we are back in Beijing; nightmares private and public, to be spoken of later, delayed our return from New Orleans for some two dreadfully uncertain days. We could not imagine such a happenstance, of course. That is until attempting to check in at the Continental Airlines counter at New Orleans International Airport for the first leg of the trip home to China before dawn Friday, the 5th; and then scooting back (barely) into our now sold-out hotel with the city filling up with football fans. We finally arrived at Beiwai early Monday evening, the 8th.

Very tired, with the jet-lag dues still twanging, I have returned to work. Tonight we finished auditions for BFSU's entry into the 4th Chinese Universities Shakespeare Festival, and will begin rehearsals for "The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra" and/or "Measure for Measure" this weekend.

Yes, I have not made up my horribly distracted mind (maybe we'll do both?)--but my heart's starting to make noises at the head about it's another season and another show, and the only thing professionally I'd rather do than direct is write and I don't have to quit one for the other. So, goddamn, let's buckle up and go back to play (work for some, but I'm not one of them; although I am paid for it, albeit quite modestly).

More later, when Bosco family demons old and new stop clawing, ripping, tearing, and there is some modicum of objectivity within grasp. Maybe.

Too much, too many moments of all colors to remember at this moment.
 


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Monday, October 08, 2007

When Can We Be Free to Tell? (Redux)

NOTE: *Updated from the post of Wednesday, September 19, 2007.

We will continue to mark the release of The New York Times Chinese journalist Zhao Yan after three years of harsh imprisonment. These pages will republish a few of the most distinguished of a series of op-ed pieces written on the highly visible case by then sophomore journalism majors at Beijing Foreign Studies University that first appeared in WOW: We Observe the World in the winter of 2004/2005. For the most part, these are the same students who founded WOW in the Fall of 2004 at about the same time that Mr Zhao was arrested. The op-ed below is one of them.

*It must be noted that this op-ed was mysteriously removed from WOW by someone other than the Editors and Faculty Advisor. We did not realize this until some days after Zhao Yan's release and there was interest in the original series of op-eds by the WOW student journalists at Beiwai.
When Can We Be Free to Tell?

By Leslie Sun

To be frank, I was not surprised when I read about Zhao Yan's case. I've known for a long time that the Chinese government does such things. I am quite used to it.

I used to dream of being a journalist who could let the majority hear the minority and let the minority hear the majority. But I don't have this dream anymore. They won't let me do that, will they? I may be thrown in jail like Zhao.

I wanted to introduce China to the world, but what to introduce depends on them. I may not know a lot about my own country's business, because there is no way for me to know. In other words, a journalist in China knows little about what's happening and there's little he can report to the public about what he does know.

I feel deeply sorry about my career and my countrymen. To some extent, I loathe the Chinese government because they don't respect their countrymen's right to know and speak. And for journalists it's not only a right but also a responsibility.

China has a very long history. All during this history the Chinese people have been treated like fools. There's an old Chinese saying: Be on alert for people's mouths, as they're even more dangerous than the flood. There's not been a minute in this history when Chinese people really had the right to know and speak. Maybe some people will argue that it's a problem of the whole of human society, not merely China, but you have to admit it's especially serious here.

In the Qing dynasty, there was a phrase, "Word Jail," to describe those people who were thrown into jail for saying bad words about the government. In almost every era people were killed or imprisoned because they said something bad about government. There is little difference now. I admit that we are way more free than they were; but there is such a long way to go.

China is now on a fast lane to develop, and I'm very glad and proud to see my country gain more and more respect from other countries--both from our friends and from those countries that don't take us as a friend. No one can deny that China is developing at an impressively high pace economically. In other fields, however, we haven't made such rapid progress. I'm deeply worried that in years to come China will be a country full of rich but ignorant people.

I know the government has its justifications. But I'm not talking about state secrets. I totally agree that the public should not know state secrets. But what can be defined as a state secret? A thing that is surely to happen in a few days, such as Mr. Hu taking the place of Mr. Jiang? That cannot be a state secret. If the explosion of an atomic bomb will take place Wednesday afternoon, you cannot tell other people about it Wednesday morning. That is a state secret. The Chinese government displayed its over reaction on a less than important issue. It acted like a moron on this issue, and on countless such issues.

As you can see, I'm still mad about it. I think that is good. I mean, it's good that I'm mad about it. I know a lot of people, and they are all mad about it. I sincerely hope these mad people--including me, of course--will make a change in the future. And I hope Mr. Zhao will come back soon.
Please read more contributions in the series: A WOW Special Feature: China, Journalism and the State series

For background, you might want to read: A Moment In Beijing.
 


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