Mao-Mao
A new and meticulously researched book tells the story of Mao Tse-Tung in all it's brutality. Needless to say, it's making some people very uncomfortable. Here's a review in the New York Times:
Quite a contrast to the generally glowing obituary the Times wrote for the brutal thug-lord in 1976:
And so forth. The recitation of his crimes is brief, bloodless, subdued.
So who wrote the book review for the Times? That ol' Nicholas D. Kristof. Even buried under a mountain of statistical and historical evidence that Mao was a monster, the Times columnist can't resist whining out a feeble defense of one of the last century's great killers:
Just as long as he wasn't an American protégé, eh? This is an example of why late 20th century history can't truly be written until everyone is dead who ever carried a Mao poster (or a Che poster or a Ho Chi Minh poster) in an anti-American demonstration.
After Mao comes to power, Chang and Halliday show him continuing his thuggery. This is more familiar ground, but still there are revelations. Mao used the Korean War as a chance to slaughter former Nationalist soldiers. And Mao says some remarkable things about the peasants he was supposed to be championing. When they were starving in the 1950's, he instructed: "Educate peasants to eat less, and have more thin gruel. The State should try its hardest . . . to prevent peasants eating too much." In Moscow, he offered to sacrifice the lives of 300 million Chinese, half the population at the time, and in 1958 he blithely declared of the overworked population: "Working like this, with all these projects, half of China may well have to die."
At times, Mao seems nuts. He toyed with getting rid of people's names and replacing them with numbers. And discussing the possible destruction of the earth with nuclear weapons, he mused that "this might be a big thing for the solar system, but it would still be an insignificant matter as far as the universe as a whole is concerned."
Quite a contrast to the generally glowing obituary the Times wrote for the brutal thug-lord in 1976:
Mao Tse-tung, who began as an obscure peasant, died one of history's great revolutionary figures.
Born at a time when China was wracked by civil strife, beset with terrible poverty and encroached on by more advanced foreign powers, he lived to fulfill his boyhood dream of restoring it to its traditional place as a great nation. In Chinese terms, he ranked with Chin Shih-huang, the first Emperor, who unified China in 221 B.C., and was the man Chairman Mao most liked to compare himself to.
With incredible perseverance and consummately conceived strategy, he harnessed the forces of agrarian discontent and nationalism to turn a tiny band of peasants into an army of millions, which he led to victory throughout China in 1949 after 20 years of fighting. Along the way the army fought battles as big as Stalingrad and suffered through a heroic march as long as Alexander's.
Then, after establishing the Chinese People's Republic, Mao launched a series of sweeping, sometimes convulsive campaigns to transform a semifeudal, largely illiterate and predominantly agricultural country encompassing almost four million square miles and a fifth of the world's population into a modern, industrialized socialist state. By the time of his death China had manufactured its own nuclear bombs and guided missiles and had become a major oil producer.
With China's resurgence, Mao also charted a new course in foreign affairs, putting an end to a century of humiliation under the "unequal treaties" imposed by the West and winning new recognition and respect. Finally, in 1972, even the United States abandoned its 20 years of implacable hostility when President Richard M. Nixon journeyed to Peking, where he was received by a smiling Mao.
And so forth. The recitation of his crimes is brief, bloodless, subdued.
So who wrote the book review for the Times? That ol' Nicholas D. Kristof. Even buried under a mountain of statistical and historical evidence that Mao was a monster, the Times columnist can't resist whining out a feeble defense of one of the last century's great killers:
Mao comes across as such a villain that he never really becomes three-dimensional. As readers, we recoil from him but don't really understand him. He is presented as such a bumbling psychopath that it's hard to comprehend how he bested all his rivals to lead China and emerge as one of the most worshipped figures of the last century.
... Indeed, Mao's entire assault on the old economic and social structure made it easier for China to emerge as the world's new economic dragon.
Just as long as he wasn't an American protégé, eh? This is an example of why late 20th century history can't truly be written until everyone is dead who ever carried a Mao poster (or a Che poster or a Ho Chi Minh poster) in an anti-American demonstration.