Sunday, November 4, 2007

Igkh, China

Many predict that in twenty to thirty years, China will overtake America’s economy and become the world’s greatest economy. To the Chinese – in and out of China, - this serves as a shining beacon of hope. These people hope that in the supposed future-bound victory of the oriental dragon, they will be finally viewed equal to the Caucasians and Japanese – the crème de la crème of international society.

The tragedy is that despite my obviously Chinese appearance – with the characteristic one-line eyes, pear-shaped nose, and pale yellow skin – I am not one of those people. Rather than basking in the joys of this hope, I drown in lamentations of the possibility that in its increasing momentum, Chinese culture, mainly its language of ugly complexities will overtake American culture and the language of which I am currently writing with.

These nightmarish speculations are, however, merely speculations – as nightmarish as they may be. English is already deeply rooted in world society – from England’s colonial dominance – to America’s twentieth century cultural dominance, that a gigantic shift between two languages of completely different characteristics is highly unlikely. The likelihood of the world being forced into dumbly memorizing three thousand characters is outlandish – simply because most of us aren’t willing or sharp enough to do so.

It is, of course, moronic to believe that an economy reliant on inferiorly copying and manufacturing American/Japanese/European products will overtake the economies responsible for the original innovation and artistic developments. After all, the land is known as a land of unoriginality and aesthetic distaste, that for the 2008 Beijing Olympics, they consulted with Caucasians for its architectural and systematic development. Sure, these people invented the compass, gunpowder, paper, whatever. But that was ancient – many centuries ago. It has since devolved and only recently did that devolution halt to a positive outlook for the nation.

It doesn’t stop there. Chinese music has never been viewed as one of high sophistication – contrary to the great music produced by Europeans. Their opera singers sound like drunken idiots shrieking, and while Western music have left boybands and their effeminate crud behind in the nineties, the people of the orient are still caught up in the inferior Eastern renditions of melodramatic vomit – F4, rain, Jay Chou, that lot.

The exponential growth China is currently experiencing is like the growth Europe and America experienced in their industrial revolutions. Today, while America, Europe, and Japan are already moving from the information era to the biotech era, China – still predominantly a land of primitive peasantry – is only moving from its agricultural era to its industrial era – leagues behind its Western and Nippon counterparts.

Economic dominance does not always result in the same occurring for cultural realms. Take a look at the USSR, whose political and economic dominance spanning for over half a century did not result in the global popularization of Soviet culture and language.

Why I rant about things that are decades ahead of our time is – in truth – due to this overwhelming fear of the things everyone predicts – and a secret fear that for once, my foolish father may actually be right.

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Friday, September 28, 2007

From Monks to China, a relfection on my ever swinging cultural crisis

Monks versus the Myanmar Military Junta

A reflection of my ever swerving condemnation…

I hate China.

In a post relating to the monks versus the military Junta of Myanmar, you would probably not expect that I, a Chinese adolescent girl firstly condemn China.

Well I must assure you, I myself am not quite sure of where that hatred spawned from or how long it will last, but I implore you to stay with my jumbled train of thoughts.

It all started this afternoon, I had nothing to do and well, was somewhat leisurely skimming the New York Times (albeit the fact that I do have homework). Noting an article by SETH MYDANS (se article at http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/27/world/asia/27myanmar.html?em&ex=1191038400&en=44b7d786792f3376&ei=5087%0A)

I recalled some rather vague facts about the protests. My initial reaction was somewhat mild, I was amused. I, Stephanie Andini Tangkilisan was amused by this news.

Instead of being, ‘awwhh, that’s too bad, poor monks! Go monks!’ I was more like, ‘Hah! Those moronic junta’s can’t act brutally against those monks’, and started to think of circumstances and in a way was sort of naïve to think that the protesters being predominantly monks could stop a dictatorship eventually.

I was optimistic, I for once was optimistic, and my thoughts just drabbled away to my schoolwork and rested the thoughts based on my still slightly rose colored glasses, denying that I was just a vitriolic cynic.

Well, today, that glasses were even more smashed, even more trampled, but much more significant to the loss in my faith of humanity was the loss complete depravation of my faith in my own race, in my own supposed motherland, China.

“In response to the violence, the United Nations Security Council called an emergency meeting on Wednesday to discuss the crisis, but China blocked a Council resolution, backed by the United States and European nations, to condemn the government crackdown.” – Seth Mydans

I know, I know I haven’t done what proper methods there are to journalism, but from what I can comprehend, my China, the land from which about 90% of my heritage comes from are acting against monks, defending another dictatorial regime!

And with that paragraph, the hate fluttered and then, SOARED. I am ashamed of being Chinese, why in the name of all things wonderful would they block this resolution?

Why is the government, such a bloody (literally and not literally) religion-less and cold hearted nation?

Where were they when Chinese people living in Indonesia was massacred and purged in the anti-Communist purge of 1965 (which by the way had the death toll at a vague number of 500.000-1.000.000.

Where were they when the anti-Chinese riots of 1998 happened?

I heard, they even denied entry and denied asylum! It’s not like they are Singapore, their land could actually, I don’t know fit a lot of refugee’s! I don’t know, maybe, just maybe, they really don’t count as Chinese citizens, and even worse, maybe they don’t even care if we are Chinese and if we are dying.

What I wouldn’t pay to have a nation that respects my heritage, that respects the fact that I exist, and want to exist!

By now, I have strayed far away from the topic of Monks and Myanmar, I beg your apology, but at this present moment, I am simply GLAD that I am not 100% Chinese, despite the fact my friends have called me less than kind words of my other 10% Indonesian blood. (YES I AM STILL INDIGNANT OVER YOU RACIST INDIVIDUALS…)

Perhaps I am merely vengeful, perhaps, I’m simply odd.

But pray tell, when the nation I supposedly belong to simply alienates me, perhaps, I must say I’m glad to be Indonesian. (Yes, the Chinese were also harmed yet again in 1998, but I'm ignoring that at the present moment (I'm illogical that way))


Perhaps instead of the Great Land of China, the supposedly next Super Power of the World, I can be contented and proud with the fact that I am a citizen of Indonesia, who despite not being the best of nations, still grant me civil liberties, still give me the land, food and daily necessities that I all to often am less than thankful for.

So my most sincere (albeit unashamed) apologies if I do not share the same affinities towards China as you do. As most Chinese do?

Why should I?

Yes, I'm soar over certain recent events, yes, I'm acting completely illogical and as seen by this post, I've totally shredded every ounce of what was left of my reputation as a logical and reasonable person, I stand by my opinion of being less than loving of the government that China is now. (A particular purely scathing and ultimately EVIL communistic and (now capitalistic bastards).

You see, when my great grandfathers fled from China and into this Indonesian archipelago, they left their motherland but gained a new one, Indonesia, in which, my ancestors finally found the contentment we so desired.

So yes, when Chinese New Year rolls around, you can bet I will still say those endearing (and somewhat magical) four words, but I’ll promise to you now, those words are not a symbol of my respect or affinty with all that is Chinese, but merely my longing for those sweet red money filled envelopes.



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