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              ON NOT SPEAKING CHINESE

                        Diasporic identifications and
                            postmodern ethnicity





                 No ancestors, no identity.
                                                     (Chinese saying)

                 The world is what it is; men [sic] who are nothing, who allow
                 themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.
                                   (V.S. Naipaul, A Bend in the River, 1979)


        The first time I went to China, I went for one day only. I crossed the border by
        speedboat from Hong Kong, where I had booked for a daytrip to Shenszhen and
        Guangzhou – the so-called New Economic Zone – with a local tourist company.
        ‘This is the most well-off part of China. Further north and inland it is much
        worse,’ the arrogant Hong Kong guide warned. It was, of course, the arrogance
        of advanced capitalism. Our group of twelve consisted mainly of white, Western
        tourists – and me. I didn’t have the courage to go on my own since I don’t speak
        any Chinese, not even one of the dialects. But I had to go, I had no choice. It was
        (like) an imposed pilgrimage.
          ‘China’, of course, usually refers to the People’s Republic of China, or more
        generically, ‘mainland China’. This China continues to speak to the world’s
        imagination – for its sheer vastness, its huge population, its relative inaccessibility,
        its fascinating history and culture, its idiosyncratic embrace of communism, all
        of which amounts to its awesome difference. This China also irritates, precisely
        because its stubborn difference cannot be disregarded, if only because the forces
        of transnational capitalism are only too keen to finally exploit this enormous market
        of more than a billion people. Arguably this was one of the more cynical reasons
        for the moral high ground from which the West displayed its outrage at the
        crushing of the students’ protests at Tiananmen Square in June 1989, discourses
        of democracy and human rights notwithstanding.
          My one-day visit occurred nine months after those dramatic events in Beijing.
        At the border we were joined by a new guide, a 27-year-old woman from Bejing,
        Lan-lan, who spoke English in a way that revealed a ‘typically Chinese’ commitment
        to learn: eager, diligent, studious. It was clear that English is her entry to the world

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