Peter Sampson sends one of his occasional observatory letters from Beijing.
Winter is almost upon us in Beijing. The temperatures are dropping, the red-jacketed prostitutes are shivering in the cold, under cover of foliage and pollution in the shadows of the Airport Expressway, and the foreign, ex-pat population grows by the day.
Winter will be harsh. The powerful winds bring a piercing, dry cold, and the city will withdraw into itself. Long days at work, as the twenty million-plus population drives the economy forward, and long evenings at home, warmed by government controlled heating.
The internet is much-loved by Chinese citizens. There is on-line talk of the inefficiency and corruption displayed by the current leadership. There are micro-blogs, there are Chinese versions of Facebook and Twitter, and a plethora of sites dedicated to helping like-minded souls find each other. The internet provides channels of communication that people have not had here in previous times – a space in which to communicate that they warm to enthusiastically, and which the authorities monitor/ censor with equal zest. The hours that will be spent (by censors and citizens) on-line in China this winter will be almost beyond calculation.
Amidst the cold winds and the breakneck development that is Beijing, there comes news of riots in a far-flung Province as a result of a policeman killing five people while driving home drunk. It follows fast on the heels of internet coverage of a young girl being run over by a driver, and ignored by eighteen passers-by in the street. Run over again by a further vehicle, she eventually died.
Some say that there is a vacuum at the heart of modern China. They say that the Cultural Revolution and the history of the country means that people act without any sense of a compass to guide them, or to react against. They say that Beijing – and China – is a place without love.
It’s a vacuum, if it exists, that foreign capital is happy to explore.
Beijing reverberates to the sound and presence of American and European multi-national companies. They fly the company flag happily next to the Chinese flag outside their plush offices. They export American and European executives who find themselves involved in a business model that is like their own, but different. In Beijing, business can be done the way any executive would like it to be done -with girls, with wine, with food and with bribes. Only here, there is no guilt – only government approval.
As the low-end prostitutes shiver in the darkness of the underbelly of the Airport Expressway, it’s business as usual in Beijing.
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