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The Painted Skin: An Olympic Ghost Story

From the manner in which the Chinese athletes win and lose, you can see the degree of freedom the people of  the Middle Kingdom truly have.  “The agony of defeat” is far more excruciating if the gymnast has yet to earn the home she has been promised, should she win gold.  If the home is taken away because of her defeat, she and her family are demoted to the poverty of countryside.  The state owns the athletes.

I felt paralyzed and could not post my blogs during the Beijing Olympics; I did not trust my inclination to marvel at the triumphant mood and architectural wonders (designed for foreign architects).  The closing ceremonies have ended and I can only say that the whole event, apart from the earnest competition of the athletes, was a garish display of hubris.

B.Y. gouache, 1991

Aside from the fireworks, just about everything else was in mimicry of the West.  Watching a prettified Beijing, I was reminded of a tale my father told me from the Chinese classic collection of ghost stories, “The Liao Zai”:

On a desolate road, Wang meets woman of remarkable beauty, who claims to be a  runaway concubine from a rich man’s estate.  Wang is elated and takes her home.  The next day at market, he is accosted by a Taoist monk who scrutinizes him in horror from head to toe.  The monk asks him whether anything unusual has happened to him.  Wang replies, No, even as he thinks about the beautiful woman he has taken home the night before.  The Taoist monk says, “Your whole body is enveloped by an evil vapor, how can you lie?”  Wang adamantly refutes that anything extraordinary has happened to him and makes excuses to himself:  “Oh, this monk is just trying to cheat me out of money by purporting to provide aid.” The monk walks away in a huff, leaving Wang with these words: “Is there such a fool?  He is near death and continue to disavow that he is in any danger.”

When Wang returns home, he finds his front door locked.  As he peek in through a window, he sees a demon with saw-like teeth, painting the image of a woman on a sheet of human skin.  When done, the demon shakes the skin, drapes it over its body and instantaneously morphs into the very beauty Wang has sheltered in his home.

The story is long and involved and skipping a few scenes, the monster ripping out Wang’s heart as he cowers in bed.  This tale, titled, “The Painted Skin,” is essentially a didactic tale: there are unwise people who when warned of a demon claims it to be a great beauty.

There are many Westerners, and even more overseas Chinese, who have clearly been mesmerized by the monster beneath a sheet of painted skin.

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 Belle Yang Retrospective: Words and Images

 

 

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An ancient parable of our

An ancient parable of our times, Belle. Thank you. I feel sure that to be effective, evil always masquerades as good and not only that, as mesmerising beauty, too.

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I wondered how you felt

I wondered how you felt about all of this.  The chinese athletes did seem so fierce until they won.  Then the tears of what?  Relief?  As you say, were they suddenly safe?

I worried about that one Chinese hurdler.  He was injured and didn't compete.

Thanks for posting your POV.

Okay, I have to ask.  How was the reunion?

J

Jessica Barksdale Inclan www.jessicabarksdaleinclan.com

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a telling tale

I had assumed you weren't posting a lot because you were busy preparing for your reunion! But I can imagine how hard it was for you to watch the games. I watched very little (I don't own a tv), but one event I saw was the men's marathon. It began with a huge loop around Tiananmen Square, and as I looked in fascination at the aeriel view of the site, which was utterly devoid of people, I thought of you and what you witnessed there. The U.S. is loaded with sites which recall for me and many others similarly painful memories of injustice and tragedy, though not always on the same scale.

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Lighten our hypnotic state.

Belle,

Your comment on China and the Olympic games should be reprinted in all the US newspapers, lest this nation sink deeper into trance.

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Coming from a Chinese person

Coming from a Chinese person such as yourself, this is all the more courageous and credible.  I think a lot of Westerners have seen through the facade, but have felt it politically incorrect (and unprofitable) to come out and say it.

 Between Thailand and Burma, spanning the Moie River is the "Friendship Bridge."  It is the one place in the northern provinces where tourists are free to enter Burma from Thailand.  They are carefully navigated through a minuscule section of "prettified" Burma, while within a couple of miles, the Burmese Army is using toddlers as human minesweepers to clear the way for new roads (also built under forced child labor.)

The "window dressing hose job" seems to be the modus operandi for most oppressive regimes...the Far East is just the example I'm most personally familiar with.

 Alas....we're pretty complicit in the whole process.  We even have people like Franklin Graham coming back with glowing reports of how much religious freedom there is, while Christians in the 'underground" church are regularly being carted off to the Bamboo Gulag, which supposedly no longer exists.

 The story you told of the monk/prophet has a close parallel with Nathan the Prophet and Kind David.  (I won't post the whole story here..but here's the gist.)

2 Samuel 12

 1And the LORD sent Nathan unto David. And he came unto him, and said unto him, There were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor.

 2The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds:

 3But the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up: and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as a daughter.

 4And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him; but took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.

 5And David's anger was greatly kindled against the man; and he said to Nathan, As the LORD liveth, the man that hath done this thing shall surely die:

 6And he shall restore the lamb fourfold, because he did this thing, and because he had no pity.

 7And Nathan said to David, Thou art the man. Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, I anointed thee king over Israel, and I delivered thee out of the hand of Saul;

 8And I gave thee thy master's house, and thy master's wives into thy bosom, and gave thee the house of Israel and of Judah; and if that had been too little, I would moreover have given unto thee such and such things.

 9Wherefore hast thou despised the commandment of the LORD, to do evil in his sight? thou hast killed Uriah the Hittite with the sword, and hast taken his wife to be thy wife, and hast slain him with the sword of the children of Ammon.

 10Now therefore the sword shall never depart from thine house; because thou hast despised me, and hast taken the wife of Uriah the Hittite to be thy wife.

 11Thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will raise up evil against thee out of thine own house, and I will take thy wives before thine eyes, and give them unto thy neighbour, and he shall lie with thy wives in the sight of this sun.

 12For thou didst it secretly: but I will do this thing before all Israel, and before the sun.

 13And David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the LORD. And Nathan said unto David, The LORD also hath put away thy sin; thou shalt not die.

 14Howbeit, because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme, the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die.

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I've been wanting ....

... to read your thoughts about the Olympics, Belle. Thanks for posting.

 john

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Sigh! I was thinking of you,

Sigh! I was thinking of you, Belle, while watching the games, and "The Painted Skin" parallels my impression of the entire display. 

I'm worried about the one Chinese diver out of eight who was bested out of a gold medal by an Aussie.  I'm worried about what will happen to the underage female gymnasts if the IOC's investigation results in their disqualification and medal stripping.  Like Jessica, I'm worried about the injured track and field star who couldn't compete.  And what will become of the female beach volleyball players who lost out to the Americans in the gold medal competition?

I wasn't fooled by the elaborate PR machinations and the showmanship, but I'm concerned that others might be.  The "best" dictatorial regimes always cover up their heinous misdeeds and human rights abuses by putting a pretty face on them.  As disgusting as I found the swapping out of the child singer in the opening ceremonies with a supposedly cuter lip syncher, in a way, it was appropos, to the extent that it telegraphed to otherwise naive viewers how things really work.

To be fair, China doesn't have a lock on this.  Nor does Myanmar.  In Jordan, the road between the international airport and the Dead Sea five-star hotels and conference center is state of the art.  That is because the World Economic Forum holds a conference at the Dead Sea every few years.  So the big wigs and the media hordes see only that and think all is well in the happy kingdom, when the truth is that most people are impoverished, the regime stays in power through oppression, and the human rights track record is abysmal.  Yet we are complicit in this, for our government funds it, and our leaders choose to turn a blind eye.  :-( 

   

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This was one reason why I

This was one reason why I didn't watch the Olympics. Thank you for this, Belle.

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Welcome back Belle

You are so good at telling stories. I can't but wonder how the Wang tale ends given that you say he looks and sees that the beautiful woman is a demon but then allows the demon to rip out his heart. Why doesn't Wang run away? Why does he allow the Demon to kill him? Because even though he knows it is a demon, the exterior beauty--the skin-- so enthralls him that he goes to the Demon even though he knows . . . ?

Freud's essay on the Tale of the Caskets rehearses a similar story. It is Frued's gloss on the Merchant of Venice and the casket plot involving Portia and Bassanio. For Freud, the plot line where Bassanio picks the lead casket and finds the picture of the beautiful lady inside is to be read as how we substitute desire for death. Keats' "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" taps into the same current--and pretty much generates the entire vogue for the Medieval that consummed the late Victorians.

As for the Olympics, without drawing any kind of crude correspondance, it is simply a fact that the last time, a country other than the USA or Russia (USSR) led the gold medal count it was Nazi Germany in 1936 at the Berlin games.

 

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Hi, Matthew

I'll have to finish translating the story.  Wang's wife redeems his heart by swallowing the phlem of a mad man.  We women get all the fun work.

Thank you to all for the comments above. The Democratic Convention is a piece of painted skin, too, no?

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Wang's Wife

What a strange twist: a wife who swallows phlem to save her husband's heart. And you are right about the Dems, too. Again, its Freud's world--we just live in it. I mean everything is a calculated display of painted skin designed to manipulate people via their unconscious. But of course Freud's contradictory point is that we can never control the unconscious, the unconscious controls us. That is what makes these spectacles so bizarre. There is a three volume study of Nazi Psychoanalysis out there that makes for interesting reading--no one implemented Freud more than the Nazis, they cited him only by titles, because they wouldn't include the name of a Jew in their documentation. We underestimate the degree that Nazi programs of mass compliance remain key case studies when it comes to modern politics.

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The Phlegm

jumps out of her throat and lodges in the dead man's heart and revives him.

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thickly painted!

But not as thickly as the Republican Convention will be!  : )

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I can't wait to go for a

I can't wait to go for a walk with you again so I can hear what you really think.   It seemed like such a display for the media.  And I'm dying to hear about the reunion.

 Mary 

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Mary

I just realized you are also posting on your own page.  I look forward to reading.

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Yes... but

Will all humility, another view point to ponder. The phrase goes (paraphrasing) "... to boil a frog you have to put it in a pan with cold water then turn up the heat slowly..." When I watched the games I viewed it as another notch higher on the burner toward civility. Are they there? No. (Are we???) But seeing protesters pounding chests and trying to use muscle will only make the frog jump.

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LOL, Nice Analogy

but you and I  agree that the heat does need to be applied.