China and its gentry
I've just finished reading a slender volume by historian Jonathan Spence about life and its troubles in China's Shandong Province during the 1670s, "The Death of Woman Wang."
I folded a corner for future reference:
"He knew from experience that gentry could not be treated like commoners when it came to tax collection: commoners would usually pay out of fear, if pressed hard enough, but with gentry there was always delay and the danger of making them lose face if one pushed them too hard; this could lead to local antagonisms and even to appeals over the magistrate's head to other officials, or else to harassment of his staff."
The sentence reminded me of a couple recent articles about China's elite and their complexities. There was an excellent story in The Wall Street Journal this weekend, which journalist Jeremy Page began with a description of the sort that fans outrage among average Chinese in a nation with wide disparity in both wealth and privilege:
"One evening early this year, a red Ferrari pulled up at the U.S. ambassador's residence in Beijing, and the son of one of China's top leaders stepped out, dressed in a tuxedo.
Bo Guagua, 23, was expected. He had a dinner appointment with a daughter of the then-ambassador, Jon Huntsman.
The car, though, was a surprise. The driver's father, Bo Xilai, was in the midst of a controversial campaign to revive the spirit of Mao Zedong through mass renditions of old revolutionary anthems, known as 'red singing.' He had ordered students and officials to work stints on farms to reconnect with the countryside. His son, meanwhile, was driving a car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and as red as the Chinese flag, in a country where the average household income last year was about $3,300."
Another story, last week in Bloomberg Businessweek, looked at the issue from a different angle: "China's Super-Rich Buy a Better Life Abroad."
"What began as a trickle a decade ago ... has become a flood as China’s new rich seek foreign passports or residency permits (commonly known as green cards in the U.S.) largely from the U.S., Canada, Australia, Singapore, and New Zealand. More than 500,000 Chinese have investable assets of over 10 million yuan ($1.57 million), according to a joint survey released in April by China Merchants Bank and Bain & Co. The study says almost 60 percent are considering emigrating, have begun the process, or have emigrated."
While the piece emphasized that China's rich aren't permanently fleeing their homeland, instead seeking things like real estate and better education for their children, it did point out examples such as:
"One émigré in Boston (who asked only that his last name, Yang, be used since he still owns a factory in China) points out that the Chinese government spent more money on internal security (549 billion yuan) than on defense (534 billion yuan) in 2010. He says that if things got ugly, the rich would be targets not just for being rich but for their close connections with the government."
To get a sense of why the issue of China's elite is a sensitive one these days, it's helpful to consider the experiences of those who are faced with frustrating living conditions. Earlier this year, I was in Shandong Province (the setting of Spence's book), to report about the gold industry there.
A scene from the family of a man named Teng, who was killed in a mine fire last year:
"After being turned away from the mine, Teng's mother and his wife drove to the hospital just in time to see bodies being carried into the building. After his mother collapsed amid loud sobs, she said, she and her daughter-in-law were driven to a hotel by a group of men and held there for four days until they signed a contract agreeing to accept 514,000 yuan in compensation, about $80,560.
'They said that if we didn't accept it, we would get nothing,' said the mother, who alternated between kneading a tissue in tight circles in her hands and lifting it to wipe away tears. 'After we signed the contract, his body was cremated and we got his ashes.'
Teng's 31-year-old wife, in a black cotton dress with a white flower print, said she didn't bother reading the agreement.
The mine bosses had made it clear that they didn't have to answer for what had happened.
'They never gave us an explanation,' the widow said."
