Prospect Magazine has an interesting article by Parag Khanna, who "visits China's remote, rebellious western provinces of Tibet and Xinjiang—and sees how China's government is today bending central Asia to its will." (Thanks, Peony.)
Both Tibet and Xinjiang have the geographic misfortune of lying either
on top of resources China wants, or on the path to resources it needs.
Texas-sized Xinjiang has the country’s largest oil, gas, coal, uranium
and gold deposits, while Tibet has timber, uranium and gold.... Since most of the ethnically dominant Han Chinese are in the east, and most of China’s resources are in the west, this ongoing westward march [of the Han Chinese] is inevitable. And it has meant the wholesale, systematic repression of the indigenous inhabitants by a mix of military, economic and, above all, demographic means. Like the native Americans, the Tibetans and Uighurs have been cornered, corralled and relocated under a system which condescends and harasses at every level. Han Chinese have been taught to think of Tibetans and Uighurs as barbarians, viewing their mission civilatrice today the way American settlers did: they are bringing development and modernity to people and places that have always lacked them.
(Cross-posted as my fourth column on 3QuarksDaily)
The US pulled out of Vietnam (video) in 1975 after more than a decade and a humiliating defeat. The war had been expensive, the draft unpopular, and too many white boys had come home in body bags. A strong antiwar mood had set in amidst the public and the Congress. Most Americans now believed it was never their war to fight. The Nixon Doctrine held that “Asian boys must fight Asian wars.”[1] At least in the short term, direct military engagement in the third world seemed politically unviable for any US administration.
Besides Vietnam, the US had fought and lost another war in Indochina – in Laos – but rather differently. This was a proxy war, sponsored by the US but led by Hmong mercenaries on the ground. It was waged in relative secrecy, far from “congressional oversight, public scrutiny, and conventional diplomacy.” The advantages of such a war were soon evident: “Even at the end of the war, few Americans knew that in Laos, the USAF had fought ‘the largest air war in military history ... dropping 2.1 million tons of bombs over this small, impoverished nation — the same tonnage that Allied powers dropped on Germany and Japan during WWII.’”[2]
In the 60s and 70s, anti-colonial and nationalistic struggles were cropping up in Africa, Latin America, and Asia. Blinded by its anti-commie paranoia, the US saw even popular movements for social and economic justice as precursors to communism, their leaders as Soviet proxies, and was determined to combat and crush them. But, given the unviability of direct military engagement on so many fronts, proxy war was the only military option left to the US. There was one minor obstacle though: how to finance all these proxy wars? Many Congressmen asked awkward questions, especially after the disaster in Indochina. When they agreed to fund, they wanted debates and oversight. The idea of a new, recurring source of money — bypassing the Congress — gripped the minds of many.
Ishmael Beah's book, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier, recounts his experiences as a child soldier in Sierra Leone's civil war during the 1990s. He was twelve years old when the war engulfed him in 1993. He was away at a town called Mattru Jong with his brother and a few friends when his village was attacked by the rebel forces. Unable to return to his village, he was on the run for months. He had to eat whatever he could find in abandoned villages or rely on raw cassava and coconuts. When they reached occupied villages, he and his companions were often suspected of being killers, since both the rebels and the government troops were regularly recruiting children and turning them into killing machines. During those months, he endured horrors most of us can barely imagine. Beah saw a lot of the aftermath of rebel attacks, in addition to barely escaping them several times. Severed heads, hands chopped off, a baby shot while on her mother's back - these are some of the sights he chooses to mention. He keeps the descriptions to a minimum, but does not shy away from the blood, gore and horror.
Returning home from China in 1292 CE, Marco Polo arrives on the Coromandel Coast of India in a typical merchant ship with over sixty cabins and up to 300 crewmen. He enters the kingdom of the Tamil Pandyas near modern day Tanjore, where, according to custom, ‘the king and his barons and everyone else all sit on the earth.’ He asks the king why they ‘do not seat themselves more honorably.’ The king replies, ‘To sit on the earth is honorable enough, because we were made from the earth and to the earth we must return.’ Marco Polo documented this episode in his famous book, The Travels, along with a rich social portrait of India that still resonates with us today:
The climate is so hot that all men and women wear nothing but a loincloth, including the king—except his is studded with rubies, sapphires, emeralds and other gems. Merchants and traders abound, the king takes pride in not holding himself above the law of the land, and people travel the highways safely with their valuables in the cool of the night. Marco Polo calls this ‘the richest and most splendid province in the world,’ one that, together with Ceylon, produces ‘most of the pearls and gems that are to be found in the world.’
The sole local grain produced here is rice. People use only their right hand for eating, saving the left for sundry ‘unclean’ tasks. Most do not consume any alcohol, and drink fluids ‘out of flasks, each from his own; for no one would drink out of another’s flask.’ Nor do they set the flask to their lips, preferring to ‘hold it above and pour the fluid into their mouths.’ They are addicted to chewing a leaf called tambur, sometimes mixing it with ‘camphor and other spices and lime’ and go about spitting freely, using it also to express serious offense by targeting the spittle at another’s face, which can sometimes provoke violent clan fights.
They ‘pay more attention to augury than any other people in the world and are skilled in distinguishing good omens from bad.’ They rely on the counsel of astrologers and have enchanters called Brahmans, who are ‘expert in incantations against all sorts of beasts and birds.’ For instance, they protect the oyster divers ‘against predatory fish by means of incantations’ and for this service they receive one in twenty pearls. The people ‘worship the ox,’ do not eat beef (except for a group with low social status), and daub their houses with cow-dung. In battle they use lance and shield and, according to Marco, are ‘not men of any valor.’ They say that ‘a man who goes to sea must be a man in despair.’ Marco draws attention to the fact that they ‘do not regard any form of sexual indulgence as a sin.’
Their temple monasteries have both male and female deities, prone to being cross with each other. And since estranged deities spell nothing but trouble in the human realm, bevies of spinsters gather there several times each month with ‘tasty dishes of meat and other food’ and ‘sing and dance and afford the merriest sport in the world,’ leaping and tumbling and raising their legs to their necks and pirouetting to delight the deities. After the ‘spirit of the idols has eaten the substance of the food,’ they ‘eat together with great mirth and jollity.’ Pleasantly disposed by the evening entertainment, the gods and goddesses descend from the temple walls at night and ‘consort’ with each other—or so the priest announces the next morning—bringing great joy and relief to all. ‘The flesh of these maidens,’ adds Messer Marco, ‘is so hard that no one could grasp or pinch them in any place. ... their breasts do not hang down, but remain upstanding and erect.’ For a penny, however, ‘they will allow a man to pinch [their bodies] as hard as he can.’
Hannah Arendt's landmark Eichmann in Jerusalem documents the trial of Adolf Eichmann, a Nazi nabbed by the Israeli secret police in Argentina and brought to Jerusalem, where he was tried and executed. Arendt's clear-eyed reportage covered a good deal of the historical and moral territory of the Holocaust. By peering into the heart of a man and a system held synonymous with evil, she examined the very notion of the word: What exactly is the face of evil?
I've also watched (twice) Eyal Sivan's documentary on the trial of Eichmann, The Specialist, much of it courtroom drama that sheds powerful light on the man. Eichmann emerges as a self-absorbed mid-level bureaucrat, neither intelligent nor reflective, devoid of courage, deferential to authority, eager to please his bosses and quick to take pride in a job done well, and with no special antipathy towards Jews. Indeed, he seems quite ordinary in his insecurities, sentimentality, and the capacity to delude himself about his responsibility for the suffering of others.
Arendt's analysis of the banality of evil led Stanley Milgram to devise his now famous experiment to study the harm most ordinary people would willingly (without coercion) do to their fellow humans under a different configuration of power and authority. This is what he found:
I set up a simple experiment at Yale University to test how much pain an ordinary citizen would inflict on another person simply because he was ordered to by an experimental scientist. Stark authority was pitted against the subjects' [participants'] strongest moral imperatives against hurting others, and, with the subjects' [participants'] ears ringing with the screams of the victims, authority won more often than not. The extreme willingness of adults to go to almost any lengths on the command of an authority constitutes the chief finding of the study and the fact most urgently demanding explanation.
Ordinary people, simply doing their jobs, and without any particular hostility on their part, can become agents in a terrible destructive process. Moreover, even when the destructive effects of their work become patently clear, and they are asked to carry out actions incompatible with fundamental standards of morality, relatively few people have the resources needed to resist authority.
Milgram essentially confirmed Arendt's analysis. But today, almost two generations later, have things really changed? One might argue that today "there is greater societal awareness of the dangers of blind obedience", which might provide a bulwark against such evil. Well, a new study has just "replicated" Milgram's experiment and its findings are not encouraging. It'll be published in American Psychologist next month. For now, we have media reports (including this CNN video):
Replicating one of the most controversial behavioral experiments in history, a Santa Clara University psychologist has found that people will follow orders from an authority figure to administer what they believe are painful electric shocks.
More than two-thirds of volunteers in the research study had to be stopped from administering 150 volt shocks of electricity, despite hearing a person's cries of pain, professor Jerry M. Burger concluded in a study published in the January issue of the journal American Psychologist. "In a dramatic way, it illustrates that under certain circumstances people will act in very surprising and disturbing ways,'' said Burger.
More here (and here). Also check out this TED talk by Philip Zimbardo (23 min), where he discusses both the Milgram experiment and his own famous 1971 Stanford prison experiment which too showed ordinary people willingly turning into monsters, how these studies help explain Abu Ghraib, and his interest in understanding the counterpoint to Arendt's banality of evil, i.e., the banality of heroism.
On occasion we are faced with acute moral choices – whether to join the Resistance or stay at home and care for our widowed mother; whether to run off with Vronsky or remain with Karenin. But largely, morality shapes our lives in ways we don’t even think about, in fact it does so partly by excluding certain options from our thoughts. Most of us, for instance, wouldn’t even consider (a) threatening to expose a colleague’s adulterous affair to his wife unless he votes our way on a contested appointment or policy issue; (b) extracting some cash from the pocketbook of an interior decorator as she inspects our house, because we think she is overcharging us; (c) stealing a kidney for a friend who needs a transplant; (d) selling all we have and giving it to the poor. It isn’t that we weigh the pros and cons and determine that the cons outweigh the pros. These things are not on the menu of options among which we feel we must choose. Such exclusions, as well as restrictions on what may legitimately be taken into account in some decisions but not others (prohibitions against nepotism, for instance), typify the complexity of moral standards and suggest that an accurate account of morality and its role in life will not be simple.
Thomas Scanlon’s understanding of this complexity and of its sources in the variety of human relations and values is one of the virtues of this illuminating book.... The book is about morality rather than politics, though its general method can be applied to the political domain, where some of the most heated moral arguments and controversies take place. Recent work in political theory is more widely known, but moral philosophy has been an intensely active field over the past three decades, and Scanlon’s theory addresses a number of its central questions: first, the question of the objectivity or truth of moral claims, their relation to reason, and whether or not they should be regarded as in some sense relative or subjective; second, the question of the kind of concern or respect for persons that is at the foundation of morality – what kinds of motive it calls on when it requires us to forgo certain means that would advance our personal aims, and how much it can ask that we sacrifice for the sake of others; third, the question of how, and to what extent, individual rights, liberties and prerogatives are morally shielded from encroachment in the name of the general good; fourth, the question whether modest advantages to each of a large number of people can be aggregated to outweigh a large cost to each of a much smaller number, for purposes of moral justification – a besetting problem for the intuitive acceptability of utilitarianism.
More here. If the review piques your interest, consider watching this 54 min interview with Scanlon.
In nine substantive chapters and two appendices, Daniel A. Bell delivers on his promise “to uncover and explore distinctive and deep aspects of Chinese culture” in their “contemporary manifestations.” His politics are clear: a rising China needs to be understood by the world’s western powers and an appreciation of the Confucian realities of what is often referred to as communist China will help defuse misunderstandings and the dangers of unnecessary conflict between Us and Them.
Bell, a professor at Tsinghua University in Beijing, works to foster this mutual understanding from a particular standpoint: he is a Montreal-born and western-trained political theorist, with humanist and communitarian leanings, who speaks on the basis of his professional experience in Singapore, Hong Kong and now Beijing “as a teacher and self-styled Confucian educator.”
More here. Here is another interesting review by April Rabkin.
Bell is also the author of East Meets West: Human Rights and Democracy in China (a lively book discussion on it is unfolding at Peony's blog). For a snapshot of how Bell's critics perceive him, read Xiaorong Li's review of East Meets West (of related interest may be Li's essay on Asian Values) and Jeremiah Jenne's thoughts on Bell reading from his new book. Below is a recent 20 min video in which Bell talks about China's new Confucianism (with a rather irritating chap from "UN University"). His articles in the Guardian are available here.
I came across an interesting, if also long and meandering, e-debate from early 2004 between two Indians in the US: Rajiv Malhotra and Vijay Prashad. The debate spans several topics in the history, culture, and politics of South Asia and their representation on Western campuses.
Rajiv Malhotra is a public intellectual and philanthropist with a strong pro-India Hindu perspective (but non-Hindutva). He has used his financial success in the hi-tech industry to fund academic research and conferences led by Indian scholars, and seeks to restore balance to the study of Indian culture and Hinduism in the West. He runs The Infinity Foundation and is the author of Invading the Sacred:An Analysis of Hinduism Studies in America.
Vijay Prashad is George and Martha Kellner Chair in South Asian History and Professor of International Studies at Trinity College, CT. According to his faculty profile, he is committed to intellectual
extremism: nothing is forbidden to think about, everything is open to
investigation. Known for his outspoken leftist writing and activism, he is the author of eleven books, including The Darker Nations: A People's History Of The Third World.
Here is the debate (spread across multiple pages: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9).
The lives of writers are a legitimate subject of inquiry; and the truth should not be skimped. It may well be, in fact, that a full account of a writer's life might in the end be more a work of literature and more illuminating—of a cultural or historical moment—than the writer's books. [--VS Naipaul]
Ian Buruma has written an engaging review of Patrick French's biography of Naipaul, The World is What It Is. From this and other reviews (1, 2, 3), it seems to me that French has created a masterpiece of the genre. Besides shedding light on what makes this complex man, it suggests that Naipaul's intense artistic drive and vision may have exacted a pound of flesh from his humanity, and that even great artists, for all their powers of perception and empathy, can be monstrous with those closest to them.
Sacred Games
is Vikram Chandra's third work of fiction, published in early 2007. It
is a large novel, both physically as well as in scope and ambition.
Judging by its 900 pages, it doesn't appear that the author was
slacking off during the seven years that it took him to complete it.
The book is set in turn-of-the-century Bombay and has as its central
characters a mafia don, Ganesh Gaitonde, and a police inspector, Sartaj
Singh. The broad plot could be straight out of a thousand thrillers: a
nuclear device is about to be set off in Bombay. The intention is to
make it appear to be the handiwork of Muslims, in order to ensure all
manner of mayhem. The don Gaitonde has unwittingly helped in the
importation of nuclear material, but panics after realizing this. He
builds a bunker in the middle of Bombay to try and survive the nuclear
explosions. For some reason, he then commits suicide, but not before
tipping off the police inspector to his presence there.
The
book has the police procedural and popular detective fiction as its
templates, but these are merely structural frames. Chandra's real skill
is as a weaver of stories. Much of the book is devoted to the career of
Ganesh Gaitonde, narrated in the first person: his rise from a
small-time crook to a major don, his criminal exploits, his going
international, his living on a yacht in Thailand, and his spiritual
awakening and involvement with a guru. This narrative is interleaved
with the present, where Sartaj Singh is involved in other police work.
In addition, there are so-called “insets” in which Chandra brings in
additional stories, of characters who impinge upon the lives of
Gaitonde and Sartaj Singh. Here is where Chandra's remarkable skill as
a teller of stories is revealed. In particular, his account of the
traumas of Sartaj Singh's mother's family during the partition of India
is very well done. This inset has little to do with the main plot, but
adds immeasurably to the reader's experience. Indeed, this kind of
loving attention is lavished upon almost all of the characters in the
book. This is really what sets this book apart. Even if you are not
particularly impressed with the detective work or titillated by the
Pulp Fiction type of gangster narrative, you can soak in the warmth of
knowing the characters intimately.
The
characters themselves are swept up by circumstances beyond their
control. While their stories begin very far apart from each other, they
are eventually linked with each other. In one inset, we are told about
K. D. Yadav, the intelligence operative, who kills two people involved
in the Naxalite movement in the late 1960s or early 1970s somewhere in
eastern India. In another inset very late in the book, the son of one
of these people recruits a struggling but educated Muslim youth called
Adil. After a career as a revolutionary, Adil becomes disillusioned and
escapes to Bombay, where he organizes small robberies. We then realize
that this ties up with an encounter described earlier in the book,
where Sartaj Singh's partner, constable Katekar, is killed. Sartaj
Singh has to report upon his progress in the Gaitonde suicide
investigation to Anjali Mathur, K. D. Yadav's protege in the
intelligence establishment. This is but one of the intricate
connections in the book. This common literary conceit, of stories tied
together, runs the risk of becoming too obvious and predictable.
Chandra's success can be gauged by the fact that the reader never loses
interest in the characters or their stories. His dexterity at tying the
various strands together is remarkable – the metaphor of a delicately
woven carpet comes to mind.
While
Mumbai is the setting for much of the action in the book, this novel is
not about the city. Nevertheless, it does capture much of the ambience
and the lingo, down to the mandatory cussing in Hindi. As far as the
cussing goes (and it does go quite far), one does not expect any less
in a gangsters-and-policemen saga. I do think though that Chandra's
experiment integrating Hindi cuss-words with English is largely
successful. The words are not italicised, some of them are used in
their verb forms, and the glossary at the end, while reasonable, is not
exhaustive. Judging by reader reactions on Amazon.com, this does not
seem to be much of a stumbling block for people unfamiliar with Hindi
or with the Mumbai variant of it.
Although
the tale is told from several perspectives, Chandra is quite
sympathetic to the enforcers of the law, be they lowly constables and
police inspectors or the cloak-and-dagger types from RAW or IB,
India's spy agencies. The regular violence and the petty and middling
corruption of the police are depicted in a very matter-of-fact manner.
Yet, the policemen turn out to be quite competent, street smart, and on
the whole, good guys. The intelligence agencies are shown to be on top
of everything. These are the parts that strain credulity, but do not
detract much from the book. As with most fiction, we have to allow the
author his or her premises, and watch what he or she builds from them.
Vikram Chandra builds a very readable novel, but what stays with the
reader long after the lurid details are forgotten, are the embedded
nuggets of the smaller stories.
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