{"id":7315,"date":"2019-06-03T02:59:02","date_gmt":"2019-06-03T09:59:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/worldcampaign.net\/?p=7315"},"modified":"2019-06-03T02:59:02","modified_gmt":"2019-06-03T09:59:02","slug":"tiananmen-square-in-the-spring-of-1989-the-new-york-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldcampaign.net\/?p=7315","title":{"rendered":"“Tiananmen Square in the Spring of 1989”, The New York Times"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Nicholas Kristof, Opinion Columnist, Sunday Review, June 2, 2019<\/p>\n

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Thirty years ago in the spring of 1989, as the world\u2019s most populous country teetered on the edge of freedom, I received a late-night phone call in my apartment in Beijing: The Chinese Army was invading its own capital.<\/p>\n

Students and workers had made roads impassable by setting up barricades to block the army, so I jumped on my bicycle and pedaled furiously toward the gunfire. I reached Tiananmen Square shortly before the army, and then I watched as soldiers fired their automatic weapons directly at the crowd that I was in.<\/p>\n

I was then the Beijing bureau chief of The Times, and I ran around that evening, the notebook clutched in my hand stained with the sweat of fear, to document horrors that remain seared into my memory. You never forget watching young people, some of the nation\u2019s best and brightest, full of passion and idealism, stand up to machine guns \u2014 and then in an instant crumple bloody and lifeless on the ground.<\/p>\n

Until that evening, millions of Chinese had marched freely<\/a> for seven weeks in hundreds of cities across the country, denouncing corruption and seeking greater democracy. Sculptors had created a huge \u201cGoddess of Democracy,\u201d a Chinese version of the Statue of Liberty. Hope filled the air.<\/p>\n

Then came the soldiers, firing not only on the crowds but even on families watching in horror from balconies. Troops fired at ambulances rescuing the wounded. Winter fell on China, and in political terms it hasn\u2019t left.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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It is indisputably true that China has dazzled economically, and critics like me should be humbled that life expectancy is today longer in Beijing (82 years)<\/a> than in Washington, D.C. (77 years)<\/a>. The 10 percent most disadvantaged Shanghai 15-year-olds score <\/a>better<\/em><\/a> in math than the 10 percent most privileged 15-year-olds in America.<\/p>\n

China is not like the old Soviet Union, which both impoverished and repressed people. Rather, China has saved lives, built universities at a rate of one a week and lifted more people out of poverty than any other country in human history \u2014 but it is deeply human, as one protester put it in 1989, to seek not just rice but also rights.<\/p>\n

My memories of the massacre in Beijing are not only of government savagery but also of unparalleled courage on the part of the most humble citizens. I will never forget the rickshaw drivers, for whenever there was a pause in the gunfire, they would pedal their three-wheeled bicycle carts out toward the troops to pick up the wounded and rush them to the nearest hospital.<\/p>\n

I particularly recall one burly rickshaw driver. He had a couple of bleeding people on the back of his cart and was pedaling furiously, his legs straining. He saw me and swerved toward me so that I could bear witness to his government\u2019s brutality. As he passed, he pleaded with me: Tell the world!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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And tears were streaming down his cheeks.<\/p>\n

He was probably a peasant from the countryside with little education, and he might not have been able to define democracy \u2014 but he was risking his life for it.<\/p>\n

That same night, further east, a middle-aged man working as a bus driver used his public bus to block the road and keep truckloads of troops from attacking the student protesters. An army officer pulled out his sidearm and pointed it at the bus driver\u2019s head: Move the bus!<\/em><\/p>\n

The driver took the vehicle key and hurled it as far as he could into the bushes beside the road.<\/p>\n

Thirty years have passed since that bloody night. Beijing has patched up the bullet pockmarks along the Avenue of Eternal Peace and repaired the tank damage to Tiananmen Square. Chinese propaganda has scrubbed the democracy movement and massacre from history, so that many young Chinese have no idea that the Communist Party massacred its own people.<\/p>\n

President Xi Jinping may feel reassured. Authoritarianism has flowered around the world. The American president defends a Russian autocrat, a Saudi Mad Prince, a Philippine ruler who presides over a dirty war, a Hungarian authoritarian and others.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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But those of us who witnessed Beijing Spring are confident that eventually, unpredictably, the tide of freedom will roll in again. Paradoxically, the Communist Party has helped sow the seeds of its eventual demise by nurturing the rise of an educated middle class that is more difficult to fool, bully and bribe into perpetual submission.<\/p>\n

Xi may think he has triumphed by burying history, stifling Hong Kong, suppressing religion, strangling the internet, imprisoning lawyers and journalists, and erasing the truth of what I saw three decades ago, but Chinese scholars often quote the writer Lu Xun after an earlier massacre: \u201cLies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

One day I believe we will witness the arrival of freedom in the world\u2019s most populous country. In my mind\u2019s eye, I envision a memorial erected on Tiananmen Square to the heroes of 1989, perhaps taking the form of a weeping rickshaw driver with a wounded student.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\n

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Nicholas Kristof has been a columnist for The Times since 2001. He has won two Pulitzer Prizes, for his coverage of China and of the genocide in Darfur.<\/em><\/p>\n

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