Letting the People Speak for Themselves
For those who haven't heard of the group, Falun Gong is a nonviolent quasi-spiritual movement, one that blends Tai Chi-like exercises with bits of philosophy from a number of Eastern disciplines, and one that until recently was extremely popular in China, claiming somewhere between one million and eight million practitioners. The Chinese government claims that Falun Gong is a "cult," headed by founder Li Hongzhi, and says that the movement is extremely well-organized and aimed at political domination of China... which is a bit odd, considering that the movement seems to mostly appeal to the elderly or the very sick, it is only "organized" in that people congregate in parks to do their exercises together, and that before the Chinese government initiated a crackdown on the
group it could count a number of high-ranking officials among its number.
Why has the Chinese leadership decided to paint Falun Gong as such a
threat? Opinions vary, and in his book Falun Gong's Challenge to China:
Spiritual Practice or "Evil Cult"? journalist Danny Schechter takes a
cross-section of a number of them throughout the book, but the answer
is essentially that the Chinese Communist Party has positioned itself to
be the sole source of philosophy and direction in China, and with
Falun Gong growing even under the 1999 ban, it sees that that position is
in jeopardy. The breaking point was a silent, completely nonviolent
protest around the main government compound in Beijing on April 25, 1999,
a seemingly spontaneous gathering of around ten thousand practitioners
from all over China who asked simply that the government allow them the
freedom to practice their religion. Despite the good intentions of the
protesters, the action prompted the government to escalate its attacks
on the movement, believing that their worst fears had been realized.
The very first thing that strikes one about Schechter's book is that,
well, it doesn't really seem to go anywhere. Now, I realize that I'm
discussing a work of serious political journalism here, not an Agatha
Christie murder mystery, but still, the first 90 or so pages of
Challenge basically feel like a rehash of facts everybody knows to begin
with, principally that A) the Chinese government is repressing people, and
B) not all odd spiritual groups are evil, nor should they be
necessarily called "cults." It's no major surprise that the powers-that-be in
Beijing restrict people's freedoms -- they've been doing that for the
better part of a century -- nor is it much of a surprise to read that the
U.S. government essentially plays deaf-blind-and-dumb when it comes to
such human-rights abuses. Schechter's a good writer, but Part I of his
book isn't news.
Just when I had nearly given up on Challenge, however, I finally
waded through the initial "report" and reached what is undoubtedly the core
of the book: Chapter 11, entitled "Experiences of Falun Gong
Practitioners in China Under the Crackdown." It is a collection of first- and
second-hand accounts of the repression of Falun Gong "cultivators," both
in China and abroad, and it's simultaneously captivating and horrifying
in the same way that a car wreck out on the highway is. Instead of
simply opening fire on protesters as they did in 1989, this time around the
Chinese government has taken a much more underhanded approach to
repression and used the media (theirs and ours) to cover things up.
Over the past couple of years, since the 1999 ban on Falun Gong (or
Falun Dafa, as it's also called), thousands of practitioners have been
"detained," sometimes repeatedly (so as to avoid breaking Chinese law,
which mandates a 12-day limit before charges must be made), and while
detained, these people have been abused, beaten and tortured, sometimes to
death. And we're not talking hardened revolutionaries, here, mind you;
Falun Gong is ostensibly apolitical, to begin with, and a quick glance
through the various statements and stories told here shows that these
are normal, everyday people, from all walks of life. A
fifty-five-year-old woman from Jiangsu Province is held without cause in a mental
institution; one man in Jinling Town is assaulted in the middle of the night
and beaten savagely; a seventy-eight-year-old man is forced to stand
barefoot on an asphalt road until the flesh of his feet burns; another
woman, forty-two years old, is beaten with a rubber club until she dies,
after which the police quickly transport her body to the hospital and
attempt to claim it was simple heart failure, despite the bad condition
of her body... the list goes on and on, and it reads like a book on
Nazi-era Poland. It's almost unbelievable, the scope of these abuses, and
the sheer insanity of the accusations being made -- how on earth could
a seventy-year-old grandmother, a former school principal and lifetime
Communist Party member, be considered a "dangerous revolutionary?"
Perhaps it's that insanity that Schechter is trying to bring to light
with this book, and if so, he has succeeded. I remained a skeptic
throughout his initial "report" in Part I, but I was completely sold (not to
mention horrified) after reading the stories of various people detained
and harassed simply for practicing Falun Gong. Judging from the
relative brevity of Part I, as well, I think that Schechter himself realized
what had occurred to me, above: that just writing about repression
from a journalist's objective vantage point is almost meaningless at this
point. We all know repression, and we've come almost to expect it
from our own political leaders, sadly enough. We don't want to hear
somebody just sit there and tell us how things have gone wrong.
So, how does one get around that journalistic barrier? By letting the
people affected talk about it themselves, in their own voice and time.
It's like the difference between seeing a videotape of a war zone and
hearing someone tell you what it looks like. And it works. There is no
question that the crackdown on Falun Gong is strictly politically
motivated, wholly unjustified, and against any statute of international law
one can name, and the first-hand accounts collected here hammer that
point home better than dry journalistic prose ever could.