Old White Guys with Gravelly Voices

February 15th, 2012

Frank Langfitt, the Shanghai correspondent for the America’s National Public Radio, assured me a couple days ago the weekly radio program “This American Life” had expanded its profiles from – as called it – old white guys with gravelly voices (usually doing some sort of manual labor or intensive craft, I might add) to a younger set, Americans in their twenties and thirties. Apparently, the demographic of the listening audience (1.7 million, at last count) had shifted dramatically, predominantly to a younger age range with university educations and relatively liberal views. Good, I told him, pointing at myself: I hardly fit the OWGGV image (nor am I in my twenties or thirties … keep counting). Nevertheless, the two-hour long interview in a Shanghai bistro was great fun.

We ranged over topics that involved the shift in China’s industrial policy for foreign investors over the last ten years, with peppered with personal stories; the change in attitudes in Chinese society toward expats; innovation with Chinese characteristics; whether the ascendance of China means the descent of America; as well as my own plans for my future in China.

I’m not sure if and when the program will air to the million-seven that apparently listen to the weekly profiles on American radio; however, it was indeed an honor to have been asked to interview nonetheless.

 

 

 

Old White Guys with Gravelly Voices

Frank Langfitt, the Shanghai correspondent for the America’s National Public Radio, assured me the weekly radio program “This American Life” had expanded its profiles from - as called it – old white guys with gravelly voices (usually doing some sort of manual labor or intensive craft, I might add) to a younger set, Americans in their twenties and thirties. Good, I told him, pointing at myself: I hardly fit the OWGGV image (nor am I in my twenties or thirties … keep counting). Nevertheless, the two-hour long interview in a Shanghai bistro was great fun.

We ranged over topics that involved the shift in China’s industrial policy for foreign investors over the last ten years; the change in attitudes in Chinese society toward expats; innovation with Chinese characteristics; did the ascendance of China mean the descent of America?; as well as my own plans for my future in China.

I’m not sure if and when the program will air to the million-five that apparently listens to the weekly profiles on American radio; however, it was indeed an honor to have been asked to interview nonetheless.

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Shards of Jade: Piecing Together Expat Lives in China

November 24th, 2011

I recently had a conversation with a young(er) American expat who has been living in China nearly ten years. I had told him about the talk – The Warlord and the Engineer – the Royal Asiatic Society (Suzhou branch) had hosted a few weeks before. The remarkable thing about the talk was how the Danish Engineer Robert Christensen and adviser to the warlord Zhang Zuolin had meticulously recorded his life in journals while he lived in China during the 1920s, had cataloged hundreds of photos and had captured the times on film, as well. The expat and I agreed those of us living in China were experiencing a special period in its history – call it “The Goldilocks Time”, when wealth seemed to flood Chinese streets. One day, the rapid-development period will all be a distant memory. Who amongst us will be the chroniclers of this time?

The expat admitted he had desperately few photos of himself and his time here in China, despite a decade’s worth of experiences. I personally have a bunch of photos, the blog, the books I’ve written. And now that I have a son, recording the ordinariness of our lives here has become more important to me.

I told the expat that for me, while watching the photos and film footage of 1920s Mukden (Manchuria), what interested me most was not the foreigners frolicking in the foreground, but the locals toiling in the background against backdrops that are gone forever.

It’s tough to gauge just how precious one’s everyday existence may be to future generations.

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Asian Values on Stage

June 8th, 2011

 

I was recently privileged to be invited to give the keynote speech to the graduating class of 2011 at the Suzhou-Singapore International School. Two charming and pleasant young ladies, 11th graders, showed me around the school before the graduation ceremony last week Friday afternoon. I’d never been to the new, much larger school before, and was surprised how huge, populated and busy the School was. I was also surprised how largely Asian the School was, as well. I’ve had and have Western friends who send their children to the School, and simply presumed the school population was more heterogenous. That said, my tour guides before the graduation program were from Australia and Malaysia. Of course, the school has a large South Korean population – nearly 40%, I’ve heard said. Of course, there were a lot of Singaporeans, as well as a smattering of Japanese. Westerners seemed about 20% of the make-up of the school, split between Americans and Europeans.

The ceremony was charming and inspiring. I haven’t been to a graduation in years, and found the speakers – faculty and students – thoughtful and funny. Of course, I didn’t get some of the inside jokes, as I don’t know the schooling system and the international certifications for which they have to work so hard to acquire.

After the ceremony, during the mixer, an American who seemed new to the scene echoed a thought I had while reading the program for the day. Inserted into the simple bi-fold was a list of ALL the universities to which the graduating seniors had been accepted. As students accepted their diplomas from the headmaster and received a shake from the Chairman of the Board of Directors of the school the master of ceremonies called out the name of the college or university the student would be attending. Easily 95% of the students were going on to University. The American with whom I’d chatted after the ceremony noted that in the States the usual number of people going on to 4-year school is about 30% – less in some parts of the country.

Nevertheless, all the students whom I met and with whom I chatted were shy, self-effacing and gracious – even if they were going on to Cambridge the following academic year.

You’ll find a transcript of the keynote speech I delivered at the ceremony, which seemed to have gone over well with students, faculty and parents alike.

 

Many of you are probably wondering who I am and why I am speaking today. Someone jokingly told me the School had originally invited President Barak Obama. However, he was unable to attend. Disappointed, one of the School staff saw me walking down a Suzhou street a few weeks back and figured, “He’ll do!”; though, they did admit later, they would have preferred a stand-in for the president who had a full head of hair.

I need to ask you all an important question: what are you going to do TODAY about the 150 million people within a day’s drive north of here who do not have enough water to drink, cook with or farm with? The largest drought in more than 50 years in Shandong province will turn China into a net importer of grain for the first time ever in its history. In Zhoushan, near Ningbo, just a two hour drive from here, people only have access to water five hours each day. The first and second largest lakes in China are becoming grasslands and mud flats, putting millions of Chinese fishermen out of work. Water levels were so low in Yunnan and Guangxi Provinces last year that 90% of hydroelectric dams in the region were shut down.

You all, the graduating class of 2011, are what I call the Tipping Point class. The Tipping Point is the threshold beyond which great events come together to define people and societies. You are at the threshold of an adult world fraught with some of the greatest challenges ever faced by humankind. It will be up to your generation to meet the challenges and take advantage of the opportunities the future will present us all.

In my book, China Inside out: 10 Irreversible Trends Reshaping China and its Relationship with the World, I talk about how China is at the LEADING EDGE OF HISTORY. Now, what does that mean, LEADING EDGE OF HISTORY? It means that though China may be amongst the first to experience these environmental and resource pressures, MOST OF THE REST OF THE WORLD IS FOLLOWING IN ITS PATH.

The CFO of microchip maker Intel recently asked me over dinner in Chengdu what I thought the most critical trends are right now at work molding China and affecting all our societies. I told him and the executives at the table there were FOUR trends in particular:

  • the rapid development of China’s middle class;
  • increased pollution of the land, water and air;
  • ballooning resource consumption rates;
  • and a rapidly aging population.

The rapid rise of China’s middle class approach to consumption and the society’s massive use of natural resources is based in a model 250 years old, called the Industrial Revolution. The Industrial Revolution model assumes that the earth has an infinite amount of natural resources to take out of the ground to be made into products; another Industrial Revolution axiom is that we have an infinite amount of air into which to blow our carbon dioxide when burning coal for electricity; the world view assumes we have an infinite amount of water with which to irrigate our farms, manufacture our products and drive our power plants, amongst other presumptions of about the wealth of the earth.

Five days ago in Shanghai, I explained to a group of top executives from TOTAL, a French energy group that whereas about 600 million people in the West have been happily consuming and polluting the last sixty years; now – if we include India – another 3 billion people are rushing into the party. It is THE SPEED OF THE RUSH AND THE SIZE OF THE CROWD coming assuming modernity that have created this Tipping Point in human history. The rapid modernization of China has compressed into 30 years major environmental and social issues that took the West 250 YEARS to arrive at. China though – because it has so many people on a relatively small amount of land with few natural resources of its own remaining – has rushed past the West into the future. And make no mistake: other countries are following behind.

America, Germany, Italy, Japan, South Korea and others are beginning to grapple with the issues I’ve described. I hope this generation graduating today will consider the challenges posed to the members of their society – and to their families – and consider the opportunities that are opening up that intend to build a better world.

Great opportunities are opening in energy production industries like wind power, solar power, coal gasification, biofuels and even nuclear power: materials engineers, civil engineers, safety inspectors, environmental lawyers, biochemists and geneticists will increasingly be in demand. Energy efficiency policies in China and throughout Asia will create new industries in the building construction sector: in materials development, sustainable living architecture, and in heating and ventilation self-sufficiency, in gray water treatment and more. China in particular will develop institutions that for the first time in its long history will care for the elderly, the disabled, and those made redundant after all the cities are built and the roads laid, to help them many of them feel – if not actually become – useful and valued citizens of their societies.

I will finish with the story of a young Chinese woman, someone I am proud to call a friend of mine. She is a professional, born and raised in Shanghai, who works in a British professional services firm. When she turned 25 years old two years ago, she threw a special birthday party for her friends. She invited more than two hundred young Chinese professionals – and myself – to the party, which she hosted in a renovated warehouse on Suzhou Creek. She told the guests in her invitation that she did not want us to give her gifts for her birthday. Instead, she wanted us to donate at least 100rmb each to her favorite charity: the ONE EGG A DAY foundation, which would take the money to buy eggs to provide children in the poorest villages in China the only protein many of them would have each day.

She also invited eight other Chinese charities to the event and gave them space and time to display the services and products they offered, all of which helped the Chinese people who were not as fortunate as she, and to help the society at large to help those the government was not able to support. By the end of the evening, she had raised more than 32,000 rmb.

THIS YOUNG LADY WAS ONLY A FEW YEARS OLDER THAN THOSE OF YOU GRADUATING TODAY. I challenge any of you to contribute as much or more to society during your entire lifetimes as this young lady did in one evening of enlightenment.

I challenge you, Class of 2011, to do more than consider narrow career options for your future, to look outward from the protective cocoons of adolescence you are leaving to consider the issues our world, our societies and our families are increasingly confronted with. I challenge the Tipping Point graduates to make this a better, cleaner, safer world than the one into which you had been born.

Personally, I cannot think of a generation better equipped than the group sitting before me: international in outlook and experience; technologically savvy; related to each other and to a foreign environment through a sophisticated network of adaptation. You all, like my Shanghai friend, have it within each of you to become leaders in your own societies or even in foreign lands.

And if there is anything the future will require of us all, it is leadership of a different kind, in a world we can scarcely imagine.

Thank you.


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The Twelth Day of Birth

November 18th, 2010

I recently attended the “coming out” party for a baby boy who did not attend the event. Neither did the mother. “The baby is too small,” the father told me, “only twelve days old.” The father is a tall, handsome fellow from a small town in Anhui province. He is still in the People’s Liberation Army, still barracked, separated from his wife and newborn. His wife lives and works in Suzhou.

I pushed my way through the throng of well-wishers, fanning away cigarette smoke and smiling politely at people I didn’t know. I asked my wife about the coming out party. “Why are they having a coming out party for a baby that’s only twelve days old? I thought the party in China happens when the baby is 30-days old – and then again when the baby is 100 days old.”

Coming out parties for babies in China are big deals; second only to wedding banquets. I think because in the past the mortality rate was so high in the countryside the townsfolk developed the tradition of celebrating the minor miracle of child and mother surviving childbirth – and mothers-in-law.

“That’s the custom in our town,” my wife answered matter-of-factly. “But I thought the custom was 60 days for boys in your town; not 30 days.” We celebrated our son’s coming-out on his 60th day, at the urging of my mother-in-law.

“Oh, this is another custom,” she said without irony. “Besides, the baby’s father has to return to the army camp at the end of 30 days.”

“So why not have the 30-day coming out party on the 29th day. Then, the mother and child can attend their own party. And anyway,” I said – ironically – “I thought you Chinese mothers are supposed to languish in bed – unwashed – for 30 days.”

“Well, his parents have come from the countryside to see their baby grandson. They brought chickens.”

“Chicken eggs?”

“No,” she said, her voice picking up in excitement, “chickens to eat.” We only got a lousy box of several hundred chicken eggs when my son was born. No  chickens for us. “They’re fresher in the countryside than in the city.”

“Are the chickens dead?”

“No.”

“They brought live chickens from Anhui to Suzhou? On the train? How many chickens did they bring?”

“Six, or maybe eight.”

“They gave us one,” my wife said brightly. “Tomorrow I’ll make stir fried chicken in soy sauce.” I had visions of a live chicken running round our living room, pecking out my infant son’s eyes.

“Is it still alive?” I asked half-seriously, afraid of the answer.

“No, silly,”it’s already dead and feathered.”

Which was how I felt at the end of the conversation.

Related posts:

Maternal Wisdom from the Chinese Countryside

Welcome Home, Son

But I don’t Want a C-section!

The Market Value of a Daughter

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One of the Lucky Ones

October 7th, 2010

Of course, being a new parent makes one sensitive to the issues confronting other parents of infants: who’s child is bigger; who’s is showing some glimmer of intelligence; who’s are droolers? My wife told me last evening while we were comparing children in the courtyard in which we live she had seen reports on local Suzhou and national (CCTV) news shows that the number of fetuses diagnosed and infants born with disabilities in China had increased dramatically in the last five years. She reminded me that during visits to children’s hospitals in both Suzhou and Shanghai that doctors she had talked with had been astonished by the number of disabilities related to disfigured limbs this year compared to the year before. The reports and the doctors attribute the rapid increase in cases of disfigurement, malformation and retardation to increased pollution rates in the environment overall, as well as the chemicals used in the decoration of the interior of new flats: owners buy empty concrete shells that need to be finished with electricals, plumbing, sealings, painting and rest, usually with highly toxic chemicals.

The news items put me in mind of a BBC report from three years ago about how the World Bank cut from its own report on the economic impact of China’s pollution on its citizens its estimates of pollution-related death-rates:

High levels of air pollution in China’s cities leads to 350,000-400,000 premature deaths, it said. Another 300,000 die because of poor-quality air indoors.

Given our child was conceived and birthed here in China, we consider ourselves one of the lucky ones. Sadly, as we are increasingly witnessing in China’s hospitals, not every family is as fortunate.

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