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Story and Painting by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

I just read a piece of…um, journalism…over at unleashed about China. I usually feel annoyed when I read stuff about China. Interesting to me is that stories about China often remind me of stories of Murdoch. “It’s big, it’s cruel, we hate it” often appears to be the crux of the story. This one I just read appeared to have been written in Starbucks after a few nights of, ah, chasing leads. Sweet Chinese girls who answer the phone with a hello.

I’ve never been to China. Only Hong Kong, not the same thing. Only guest houses and hotels, not the same thing. Even a hotel in China is not the same thing. I think it would take about as long to get a story on China as it takes to get one on Japan, and I’m thinking that’s a minimum of 18 years. The same length of time as it would take a person to get through the school system.

One thing that caught my attention about China was the Olympic Opening Ceremony. Partly because it was the first time I ever noticed the Language of Olympic, seeing more than anything else in that great extravaganza a New Improved Version of the Sydney Olympic Opening Ceremony.

But what did impress me were the fields of people making something out of almost nothing. Brushing drums to create immense music. Small gestures animating that entire field. I think China might be the only country left with that kind of concentration and discipline. So when I hear these stories of Chinese might, and as always that might rests in the cruelty and calculation of the Chinese Leaders, I think they’re stupid.

We underestimate the population of China. We count only the gazillion inside the country. How many Chinese blooded people have been born outside China? To be always somehow Chinese. It’s that invisible population that gives China the appearance of a Murdoch. China is itself a World Wide Web. It’s maybe the only country that parallels the Internet.