“in a Playboy interview, here is what Donald Trump said of the Chinese government’s handling of the Tiananmen Square massacre:
“When the students poured into Tiananmen Square, the Chinese government almost blew it. Then they were vicious, they were horrible, but they put it down with strength. That shows you the power of strength. Our country is right now perceived as weak … as being spit on by the rest of the world –”
In the late summer of 1989, I was a doctoral student in American studies. Strangely, there were often many people majoring in American studies from other countries. I had friends from all over the world – France, India, South Korea, Iceland, Austria…and China.
My Chinese friend, Q (not his real name), went home that summer.
I was in my office when he returned, watching the small black-and-white Goodwill-bought television (ask your parents, kids) I had brought in to make the place I spent most of my time more like the place I wanted to spend most of my time. The boxes I hauled up the four flights of stairs (no, we didn’t have an elevator; it was an old building) also contained a 60-cup percolator, a refrigerator box we turned into a closet, a microwave oven, a hot pot (again, kids, ask your parents), and a pull-out cot. We kept family-size jars of peanut butter and jelly, loaves of bread, and Costco-sized boxes of Ramen noodles.
We spent a lot of time there. The people on our floor became very close.
Since it was summer, there were a lot of people I hadn’t seen in a while, and Q was one of them.
I didn’t even have a chance to say hello as he came through my door before he threw a stack of photos on my desk.
“Here,” he said, tersely. “This is what they won’t show you. This is what happened there.”
I had been vaguely aware of recent unrest in China; I’d been busy working on a grant proposal I hoped would fund the rest of my dissertation work. The TV received three stations (sometimes), and I rarely made time for news.
I looked at the pictures. And then I looked again. And then I picked them up, and went through them, one by one.
“Tanks,” he said.
I stared at him. “But these can’t be –”
“People,” he said.