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Dear Chairman: A response to your original posting.
In your words I hear the echo of another demagogue. One who didn't love 'his people'. One who wanted their love but, in the end, wished them destroyed because they failed to fulfil his dream for them.|
I don't compare you to this other demagogue, of course. It is your words I compare to his.
In your words I hear hope, a promise. But it is a false hope and a false promise. These promises have been made for thousands of years and always proved false. If only... If only... If only...
You are doing no more and no less than people have done for all these years. Taking your love and your aspiration for a better future and turning it into a call to arms. That is your right. That, perhaps, is your destiny.
You love to say these words. Somehow they sound right. Strong. People love to hear these words. Something is right. Something is strong. But it is not the words.
"The Powers of the West have abused their power. The beneficiaries of oppression, theft and injustice can hardly call for 'peace' now, just so they can remain in possession of the ill-gotten gains of their ancestors. Justice demands a reckoning. They must be laid low and another Power arise."
(Andy reminds you: some nations of the West have been victims of these Powers too.)
Sure. Reasonable. Just. The wheel turns. The old resist the new. Conflict, confusion, death and destruction. Choose sides. Fight for yours. Struggle. Love it. Bring it on. May the stronger triumph.
But we, you and I, are not dynasties, nations, races or states. We are the enjoyers of lives that last but 70 years or so. In that time we need our answer. In that time we need our satisfaction. Not depending on world events. Not depending on which clique is in power where. Not depending on the economy. Not depending on anything.
So I say to you, not that you are wrong. Not that what you feel is wrong. But that your words are dead. They have the taste and smell of death. They glory not in something real, but in something imagined.
Love the Chinese people. Love the Chinese land. Love the Chinese way of doing things. But don't exhort them down a road that you know not where it leads. You think that if the world feared China, the Chinese would be happier. Really? Really?
It is each individual, perhaps, who needs to experience their own true worth: not as a nation, not as a race but as an individual. We should all hope for a better future and never doubt a better future can be ours.
So, dear chairman, I make a response that needs no further reply from you. What is there to argue, what is there to debate? I accuse you of nothing. I dispute nothing. I praise your passion. I admire your love. I respect your approachability.