Archive for the ‘Asia’ Category

China’s Green Goo

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

The United States has its oil gusher. China, not to be outdone, counters with a massive spread of green goo, and a flotilla to try to clean it up. Canny readers will notice the reference to unprecedented heat waves ….

…a massive tide of algae that is approaching the coast of Qingdao.

The outbreak is thought to be caused by high ocean temperatures and excess nitrogen runoff from agriculture and fish farms.

Scientists involved in the operation say the seaweed known as enteromorpha needs to be cleaned up before it decomposes on beaches and releases noxious gases.

…And more is on the way. Northern China has been experiencing the hottest week of the year – in some areas, such as Beijing, temperatures have reached highs not seen in decades – which was accelerating the growth of the algae.

Green and red tides have become increasingly common across the world since the 1970s. Usually they occur in coastal water near densely populated areas or where there is large-scale runoff of agricultural chemicals from farmland.

China has been particularly affected in recent years. An even bigger outbreak off Qingdao, estimated at 170,000 tonnes, in 2008 threatened to ruin the sailing events for the Olympics, prompting the authorities to call on hundreds of local fishermen to help them in the cleanup operation.

…”At a fundamental level, the way to deal with this should be to combat climate change and control pollution,” said Mao Yunxiang, a professor at the College of Marine Life, Ocean University of China, who is a consultant on the operation.

“We should also consider the possibility that the green tide are inevitable so we should make use of them. The algae can clean water, and be harvested for animal feed and biofertiliser.”

Guardian.UK

Now, if we could only get climate change to stink a little bit in Oklahoma and other denier states!

Heat Wave Kills in India

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Another weather record set, this time not rains and flooding in Tennessee, but temperatures, prostration, death and dried up lakes in India.

Record temperatures in northern India have claimed hundreds of lives in what is believed to be the hottest summer in the country since records began in the late 1800s. (more…)

Drought Hits China

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Severe drought is hitting China’s south-west region and in some places it is the worst drought for a century.

More than 60 million people are affected and it is estimated that billions of dollars worth of crops are now ruined.

The Chinese authorities have mobilised the armed forces to help get water to local people.

Large areas of south-west China have not had proper rainfall since October last year.

BBC

Dust Storms Blanket China

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Holy moley!

From Wunderground’s Jeff Masters:

Massive duststorms swept through China over the weekend, bringing record air pollution and near-zero visibility to large regions of eastern China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. The dust will reach South Korea on Tuesday. The dust was kicked up by the strong winds of a cold front that crossed China on Saturday. The winds passed over regions of Mongolia and northwest China that have been suffering from an extended drought. Overgrazing, deforestation, and urban sprawl have combined with the drought to create large regions of new desert with loose soil that was the source of dust for this weekend’s duststorm.

Muddy River: A Town in China

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

The greater the flood of news the faster we are carried along.  We have time to see only the surfaces of events before we are swept beyond them, especially if the events are in countries enormous and far away.

Uighurs attack Hans who attack Uighurs in China. China is making terrifying contributions to CO2 buildup but is working more than many to bring it down.  Tibet has always been a part of China; Tibet has always been its own nation.  And so we know ten thousand things but we know nothing below the surface.  Even if we go there and are toured around and make friends; even if we adopt unwanted Chinese infant girls ; even if we mourn the dead from Tianamen in 1989 or the impoverished poor protesting the fouling of their air, water and soil, we know not much.

vagrants.cgi To get below the surface at all we have to move from the wash of news and enter into history or even better, into fiction.  To know reality we have to enter into fiction.   YiYun Li’s recently published The Vagrants, about life in Muddy River, a fictional town in China in 1979, is a marvelous glass bottomed boat through which we can look into the life of the town and the lives of the people.  In 1979 Mao had died, the Gang of Four had been arrested and the Cultural Revolution was over.  The first possibilities of public, democratic expression were being felt in Beijing and around the country, but the outlines of who was in power and what was the correct line were far from clear. The news traveled slowly,  with travelers and interpretations of what was being said in the press and on the radio and who was saying it.  There was none of the speedy personal communications of the internet, cell-phones and texting which have aided and kept anonymous those who have spoken out recent years. Yet small groups of people breathed a different air and wanted to believe it was there to stay.

The central event of the book is the execution of Gu Shan, a young, female Red Guard “…at first a fanatic believer in Chairman Mao and his Cultural Revolution and later an adamant nonbeliever and a harsh critic of her generation’s revolutionary zeal.”  Before she is executed for her counterrevolutionary acts she is taken to four public denunciations, the occasion for a public holiday of sorts. School children are walked to the stadium to witness. Perhaps they notice the blood stained rag around her neck through which the vocal cords had been severed — to avoid any embarrassment to the Party officials. Away from the crowds she will be taken to a snowy island for her execution, but not before her kidneys are extracted, en vivo. The official who is to receive them doesn’t want to be tainted with the ghosts of the dead.

Gu Shan’s mother, intent on giving her daughter a proper farewell with a public burning of her clothes, is drawn into a small band of younger people which shares Gu’s urge towards freedom, and means to use her death to celebrate her courage and advance their cause. Her father, a former teacher and intellectual, is appalled both by his daughter’s passion and by the use others want to make of her death. He begins to write long letters to his former wife, a militant communist from whom he separated before having children.

The plot line runs through the richest description imaginable, not only of the hardscrabble town, the one-room shacks with heated brick beds, the cold of the streets, the mud of approaching spring but of the people — from extremely poor, to well-off, public figures, each with their own character traits and opinions. Yiyun Li moves effortlessly between the various stories, all tied together by the death and their relation to it, and tied to each other by their positions in the town and their crossing paths.

Nini is a young adolescent girl, born with a birth defect, the result of her mother being kicked by Gu at the height of her militancy.

“Someone has put a curse on us through you, Nini, and that’s why we never get to have a boy in our family. But today, the one who has done this to us gets to see her final day. The spell is over now, and your father and I will have a son soon.”

Treated as the scullery maid and baby sitter by her parents Nini finds herself drawn to the warmth and kindness of an older boy, Bashi, who is similarly drawn to her and away from the borderline life he is living. In a world of rejection and sadness she manages to persevere, even as Bashi is sent to jail in the closing pages and she heads out of Muddy River with the elderly Huas, the title figures of the story.

“She would take care of the couple, when they were too old to work, with the money in her socks, Nini thought. There was no reason for her to linger in Muddy River, though she knew she would be back in seventeen years, after Bashi had served his sentence for molesting and kidnapping a young child [herself]. She had tried to visit him once, but the guards said only families and relatives were allowed. There was no point in making them understand she was his child bride; there was no point in explaining anything to anyone, the Huas’ included. The only thing to do was to count the days and years to come.”

Kai, a well known radio personality and voice for the status-quo, is another strong female figure in the story.  She, of all of them, changes the most. She walks away from her privileged life, picks up Gu’s cause and suffers a similar fate. Married to a high-ranking family she begins meeting with Jialin, an ailing but fervent rebel trying to rehabilitate Gu’s name. The group manages to have leaflets printed calling for a memorial and petition signing to rehabilitate her name. Stealthily the leaflets are taken door to door. Only the brave appear at the square where a large photograph of the young woman is propped below a statue of Chairman Mao; only the extremely brave, and a few foolish, sign the petition. Kai is one of the party which delivers it to the authorities — leading to disaster for her family, and death in the closing pages for herself.

“Under the policy of giving the harshest punishment to all antigovernment organizations and individuals, three hundred and eleven people who had signed the petition were tried as counterrevolutionaries… Upon reviewing the cases, the provincial officials pointed out that a warning to the masses would not be effective without a death sentence. Kill a chicken to frighten all the mischievous monkeys into silence, one top official urged in writing, and several others chimed in with their consent.”

For all the grimness of the story, both in the behavior of the people and the double execution, The Vagrants is not a labor to read. Li’s graceful sentences and attention to detail, so much of it unknown to us before reading, make us willing spectators of a great canvas, one we want to stand before many times and look again at a particular scene, or notice the description of clothing or food, or twenty minutes in the street.  We read of customs which are not ours but which, embedded in the sympathetically rendered poverty of the lives,   seem not simply exotic but a natural part of what we are seeing.

Li herself has a Tolstoyan sense of history — that life unfolds not at the hands of great men who make events but in those of the millions of people who participate, in millions of different ways.

“[Li] As a writer I am fascinated by small people in community, who are not always in the center of actions, yet who in the end, as onlookers, contribute perhaps as much to history as those who hold key roles. In other words, Hitler did not start his war by himself, nor did Chairman Mao start Cultural Revolution by himself. Those who participate are what I am interested in writing. And Muddy River, as a provincial town, seems a perfect place to investigate the people far from the center of the actions (Beijing, for instance).

[Q:] Yes, I was interested in that choice — showing the action in the provinces rather than in the capital, where events around the Democracy Wall must also have been very dramatic.

[Li] When you choose to write the center of the action — say, the movement in Beijing — it tends to become more political and historical, while my interest always stays with the people — the characters, how they live through certain events; how much their action (or inaction) define not only their own fates but other people’s fates too.”

Mark Pritchard: SF Metro

Li was born and raised in China, and was a teenager at the time of Tiananmen Square — China’s 9/11 she says.  She came to the U.S. to study immunology and found herself caught up in writing, first with short stories and now a fine novel being celebrated around the reading world.  The Vagrants is a grim story but told with unusual dispassion and fine strokes.  It isn’t to be missed.

More about Yiyun Li, here.

Typhoon Aila Routs Thousands

Thursday, May 28th, 2009
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U.S. Hurricane Season Begins Monday
Meanwhile Tropical Cyclone Aila has killed over 180 Indians and Bangladeshis
As a mere Category 1 Storm. 10 Foot Storm Surge made over 650,000 homeless.

Nanking: 1937

Saturday, May 2nd, 2009

In the macabre history of human horrors the Japanese Army’s Rape of Nanking, China, December 1937, stands in the first ranks. As a young man who had lived in post-war Japan and had thought of returning as an adult, attracted to the aesthetic, the culture, the status of being an honored outsider, I first heard the whisperings of The Rape of Nanking with dubious disbelief. Though my growing knowledge of human behavior told me the Japanese, for all their politeness and Buddhist beliefs, were not exempt from such crimes, from engaging in actions that for savagery and gruesomeness can scarcely be comprehended. Indeed not.

The Second Sino-Japanese War (which goes under various names — War of Resistance Against Japan, the China Incident– depending on the speaker) began in earnest in July of 1937 when the Japanese Army captured Beijing and Tianjin. Chiang Kai-shek for the Republic of China then led the Chinese army against the Japanese foothold in Shanghai in August of 1937 in full scale warfare that lasted for three months, the Japanese eventually victorious, though with heavy casualties. In Nanking, then the capital of the Republic of China, all eyes were on Shanghai, knowing it would be the gateway to Nanking if the Japanese were successful. As the evidence mounted the wealthy led the way in fleeing the city, followed by all who had the means to travel and a place to go. The army itself, under Chiank Kai-shek was withdrawn, following a strategy of trying to draw the Japanese deep into China and defeat them piecemeal, with the added practicality that the army was in tatters and deeply dispirited after the battle for Shanghai. Nanking was left under the authority of an International Committee, led by John Rabe, a German born member of the Nazi Party and Siemens business man, and some 17 additional westerners who chose to stay despite the ominous news of the Japanese advance.

nankingbombingvictimAs the army poured into defenseless Nanking, after days of bombing from the air, massacre, rape, gratuitous killing, burning groups of people alive while they were tied together became common place. The Committee had set up a Safety Zone about the size of Central Park where, in 25 refugee camps, some 250,000 people sought safety, and to a large degree found it, through the courage of the outsiders who stayed behind. The invasion of Nanking and deaths of an estimated 300,000 souls became known to some as The Rape of Nanking, though for most the knowledge of the horror was submerged in the world-wide conflagration of World War II where the victims seemed more familiar and therefore more precious to the press and historians.

rapeofnankingIt was only in 1997 with the publication of Iris Chang’s powerful book, “The Rape of Nanking” that memory began to be recovered in the west, and to be indelibly stamped in my own. In 2007 Bill Guttentag and Dan Sturman undertook to re-imagine the unimaginable with a film called, “Nanking.” It was short listed for an Academy Award and became the highest grossing documentary film in Chinese history, though its presence in American theaters was short and not much commented on, despite universally approving reviews [100% of "Top Critics" at Rotten Tomatoes.]

japaneseenternankingThe heart of the film is actual footage shot during the invasion, some of it secretly by John Magee, one of the western missionaries who stayed, some of it, presumably, by the Japanese themselves, discovered by the film makers in wide ranging searches around the globe. Cut between the war footage, and some of it is the most gruesome you will ever see, are wrenching recollections of the days of killing by now elderly Chinese survivors. One in particular, is a very old man who recounts watching his mother being repeatedly knifed by soldiers, and his baby brother being pitched away at the end of a bayonet. He found his bleeding brother after the soldiers left and brought him to the dying mother who tried to nurse him, blood from her wounds mixing with the milk. The man, remembering this and speaking about it 70 years later, is so overcome with emotion he can barely continue talking. The sobs of the translators can be heard below his own voice.

The framing device for the film is 9 actors reading from the memoirs of those who stayed with the Committee and helped save so many. Though a bit odd — the actors are sitting in chairs as at a theatrical reading for a part– their familiar faces — Woody Harrelson, Mariel Hemingway among them– and the sense that they are reading, gives a useful distance to the direct witnessing of the survivors’ stories and the sequences of rape, burning and killing. They calm us, as it were, allow us to get our breath without suppressing what we have seen. And, in their own witnessing-by-reading they give us the very little light that seeps out of such horrors: that a few brave people, over and over again in history can make a difference. By their actions — sometimes in daily confrontations with Japanese soldiers– tens of thousands of lives were saved. The elderly Chinese, speaking of them and weeping at the memory, call them heaven sent, and angels of survival.

The memories of elderly Japanese men who were part of the invading murdering army are disturbing in their own right, as there is so little repentance, so little self reflection at what they had participated in. The age-old war cry — “Everyone was doing it. I had no choice!” — is offered in exculpation. We see a few rabid nationalists in full denial, familiar to us from our own homegrown apologists for torture and targeting civilians in war.

A terrible moment in history told in a way to help us absorb it. Two other films, Chinese productions, have also been made of the Nanking massacre. I haven’t seen either nor are they readily available in the U.S.. Some commentators seem to have found copies on e-bay or gotten them from over-seas vendors: “Black Sun: The Nanking Massacre,” 1995, and “Nanjing, 1937.”

For an interesting account of how this film came to be made — a direct result of one man reading of the suicide of Iris Chang and then reading her book — see the website of “Nanking,” here.

For more about the International Committee for the Nanking Safety Zone see here. For the Nanking Massacre, here, and of course “Chang’s book.