The Rage of the Cultural
Elites
By Yu ShanMarch
17, 2015 "ICH"
- "ClubOrlov"
- A certain unhappy incident happened to my
aunt in the summer of 1966. The Cultural
Revolution—a political movement initiated by
Mao Zedong—was beginning to engulf the
country. That same year many American
college students were protesting against the
Vietnam War and Leonid Brezhnev was keeping
his seat warm as the General Secretary of
CPSU, having replaced the somewhat volatile
Nikita Khrushchev two years earlier. My aunt
was then a freshman studying literature at
Fudan University in Shanghai.
It so happened that my aunt, then a
sensitive and somewhat dreamy young woman,
had stubbornly and haplessly clung to
certain musical tastes which at that time in
China came to be regarded as politically
incorrect, being said, in the trendy
ideological jargon of that time, to reflect
“decadent bourgeois revisionist aesthetics.”
To wit, my aunt had kept in her record
collection a rendition of “The Urals
Mountain-Ash” (Уральская Рябинушка), a
Russian folk song in which a young girl
meets two nice boys under a mountain-ash
tree and must choose between them, performed
by the National Choir of the Ukrainian
Soviet Socialist Republic. It was an
old-style LP spinning at 78 RPM. It had a
red emblem in the middle emblazoned with “CCCP.”
One of my aunt's roommates, who probably had
always resented her for one reason or
another, found out about it and reported her
to the authorities. For this rather serious
infraction, student members of the Red Guard
made my aunt publicly smash her beloved
record, then kneel upon the fragments and
recite an apology to Chairman Mao while
fellow-students threw trash at her face
shouting “Down with Soviet revisionists!”
This generation of Chinese young people, who
once donned Red Guard uniforms, beat people
up around the country and smashed various
cultural artifacts, is now mostly living on
government pensions or earning meagre
profits from home businesses, but some have
prospered and can be found among the upper
crust of contemporary China’s business,
cultural, and political elites.
This episode came to my mind when in the
summer of 2014 I came upon video clips of
Ukrainian student activists storming
university classrooms in mid-lecture and
ordering everyone to stand up and sing the
Ukrainian national anthem, then forcing the
professor to apologize for the lecture not
being adequately patriotic. There were also
ghastly spectacles of “Enemies of the
People” (guilty only of having served under
the overthrown president Yanukovich) being
paraded around in trash bins. In Ukrainian
schools, children were made to jump up and
down, and told that “Whoever doesn't jump is
a Moscal” (a derogatory term for “Russian”).
Add to this the destruction of public
monuments to World War II and the ridiculous
rewriting of history (turns out that, during
World War II, Germany liberated Ukraine, but
then Russia invaded and occupied Germany!)
and a complete picture emerges: the
Ukrainian Maidan movement is one of a
species of “cultural revolution.” The new,
fashionable term being thrown around is
“civilizational pivot,” but it and the old
“cultural revolution” can be understood as
approximate synonyms, sharing the need for
frenzied spectacles of mass humiliation and
destruction.
In 1971 the Vietnam War began to draw toward
an agonizing and, from the American
government’s point of view, highly
unfulfilling conclusion. That same year Dr.
Henry Kissinger made a secret trip to
Beijing, flying in from a military airport
in Pakistan. This was followed by the joint
Nixon-Kissinger summit in 1972, which
culminated in Nixon's historic handshake
with Mao Zedong, completing China's
civilizational pivot away from the USSR and
toward the west. In hindsight, this dramatic
opening could only be properly characterized
as a swift dagger-in-the-back against the
USSR, in both geopolitical and ideological
senses. The decrepitating, inflexible body
of the USSR never recovered from this stab
wound, leading to its final collapse, from a
multitude of internal and external causes,
two decades later.
In late February, 2014, just as Ukraine was
attempting its civilizational pivot away
from Russia and toward the west, I
interviewed a senior captain of the Right
Sector, a radical Ukrainian nationalist
group with neo-Nazi stylings. The burly man
looked aggressive in his paramilitary garb,
and arrived with bodyguards, but turned out
to be rather amiable. He was particularly
glad to see me because I look Chinese. He
spoke Russian, reluctantly, after announcing
that he was ashamed of it. (This is typical;
Ukrainians use Ukrainian to spout
nationalist nonsense, but when they need to
make sense they lapse into Russian.) He said
that he had served in the Red Army and had
been stationed in the Far East, on the
Chinese border. He expressed hope that China
would soon do something big in Siberia.
That was my only meeting with the man from
the Right Sector. It's safe to guess that
the recent Russian-Chinese embrace has
dashed his hopes concerning Siberia. The
Chinese government’s unambiguous expressions
of solidarity with Russia starting in March
of 2014 have been noted by all. But he would
have been far less disconcerted, and the
many international supporters of Russia far
more discouraged, had they been able to read
the comments on various popular Chinese
social sites, which abounded with slogans
such as “Crimea to Putin, Siberia to China!”
or “Putler will hang on lamppost!” or “Glory
to Ukraine! China sides with the Civilized
World!”
To explain what is behind this phenomenon,
which affects certain Chinese internet
users, young and old, we need to introduce a
Chinese neologism: “Gong Zhi” (公知). The
literal meaning of the term is “public
intellectual,” but it is used sarcastically
and sometimes even derogatorily. It denotes
a cute, successful, popular, trendy
individual, who is often involved in the
mass media, and who, for various reasons,
has millions of virtual followers via
Tweeter and various social networking sites.
Such individuals make daily, sometimes
hourly, witty and biting public remarks on a
vast range of social and political subjects,
and, to add human interest, on their own
kaleidoscopic emotional states.
In a Russian/Ukrainian setting, more or less
analogous figures are to be found in the
public personae of Ksenya Sobchak, Irina
Khakamada, Masha Gessen, Lesha Navalny, and
the late Boris Nemtsov. The base audience
for such people consists of what in Russia
and the Ukraine came to be known as the
“creative class,” or “creacl” (креакл) for
short. In China such a term does not yet
exist, but the reality of a very similar
social group definitely does and, by an
overwhelming margin, they are inclined to
follow and worship the “Gong Zhi.” Many of
these, in spite of carefully maintained
youthful appearances, are in their late 50s
or early 60s—in other words, they are former
Red Guards who did well financially by
becoming informal spokespersons for what
they regard as a hip and new ideology and
attempting a new, technologically enhanced
“civilizational pivot.”
The trendiness of said ideology comes from
the use of a kit of parts that includes
canonical words and phrases from which
clichéd narratives can be generated
effortlessly. It includes: institutional
building, civil society, rule of law,
enhance democracy, raise transparency,
economic growth, entrepreneurship,
innovation, privatization, good guidance,
western expertise, human values, human
rights, women’s rights, minority rights.
There is also a mantra; instead of “OMing,”
they “west”: the west, the west, the west,
western values, western civilization, west
west west west. Never mind that this kit of
parts fails in application; these are
articles of faith, not reason.
And the opposite of all this western
goodness is the horrible, unspeakable
easternness of Russia. Here we have another
kit of parts, from which one can fashion any
number of Russophobic rants: Putin/Stalin,
tyranny, gulag, low birth rate, alcoholism,
mafia, corruption, stagnation, aggression,
invasion, nuclear threat, political
repression, “the dying nation.” Never mind
that this kit of parts does not reflect
reality; again, these are articles of faith,
not reason. And the reason Russia is so
horrible is, of course, the Russian people.
When will the Russian people wake up? Will
they ever rise up and overthrow their
dictator, their tyrant? Will they ever
become civilized, cool, happy, normal,
WESTERN people... like we already are, or at
least, like we will be... someday... if
western people pick us up, take us home and
make love to us...
The overall goal of this civilizational
cross-dressing is one of personal
transformation, personal rebranding: “If we
look western and we quack western, then we
will BECOME western, we will become cool,
accepted, rich and prosperous and civilized.
And what's holding us back is ‘this
country,’ and ‘these people,’ who are so
uncool, so un-trendy, so un-western. Ugh!
There is nothing to be done about them, so
let's just accept funds from western donors
who want to destabilize Russia, and spend
this money organizing virtual opposition
parties like little girls organizing tea
parties for their dolls. But we are getting
lots of sympathetic western press coverage,
so whatever we are doing must be working!”
The above-mentioned events, trends and
movements arose in very different historical
periods and in distant, non-contiguous parts
of the world, but they share a singular
emotional overtone and an orientation
towards a singular goal: to cut Russia down,
in word, if not in deed.
And then there is what is real.
It is really hard tell
Ukrainians apart from Russians. About 90% of
the conversation one overhears in the Kiev
metro is and probably will remain in
Russian, some speaking it with an accent,
some with hardly any accent at all. A man or
a woman from Yaroslavl (where the late Boris
Nemtsov held on to a seat in the regional
legislature) could without the slightest
effort blend into the crowd surging through
the Kiev metro. But should a Russian or a
Ukrainian be traveling through the Beijing
metro, it will be rather simple to tell them
apart from everyone else.
It would also be quite easy to tell an
American tourist, reporter,
NGO-representative, or Ukrainian wife-hunter
apart from the rest of the people in the
Kiev metro. The signals would be
unmistakable: the demeanor, the style of
speech and the facial expression, regardless
of ethnic or racial traits. But most of the
young Ukrainian students who were shouting
and jumping up and down on the Maidan would
also take great pride in showing off their
English language skills, good or not, and in
being seen hanging out with Americans. Why
would Ukrainians want to jump out of their
Russian skins and try to impersonate
Americans?
And are Americans, by some quirk of mystical
collective nature, spontaneously
anti-Russian? Are ‘we’—the Americans I have
lived and studied and worked with for
years—anti-Russian? Now, come on, of course
not! But we certainly are anti-something
else! Take a couple of minutes to gaze at
the face of Victoria Nuland, or Jan Psaki,
or Samantha Power, or Hillary Clinton. Don't
they all remind everyone—that is, us regular
American guys of whatever ethnic origin—of
that quintessential “cool crowd” we had to
contend with during our student days? Aren't
they all a bunch of uppity up-tight feminist
radical liberal bitches who once made a
living hell out of our fresh, green and
naïve college days? Well, now that we are
not so horny and stupid any more, and they
are all wrinkly and saggy (or worked on and
Botoxed to hell) don’t we all want to
metaphorically get down on our knees and
thank Jesus or Yahweh or Allah or whoever
that we didn't end up marrying one of these
specimens?
But our country, the former land of the free
and home of the brave—it has sunk. We all
know this, deep in our hearts, don’t we? The
Victoria Nuland clone army, like a cruel,
evil, insidious high school rumor, like the
reflection of a witch’s face in a polluted
river, spread and flew into every crevice
and corner of this land, high and low, far
and wide. We encounter her avatars and
lookalikes everywhere—in Hollywood, in the
publishing houses, universities, school
boards, kindergartens, in elevators on the
way to our offices, and of course, on the
pages of the Washington Post and the New
York Times.
The questioning, seeking, original,
fearless, rebellious, fractious and
individualist American soul is expiring on
its air-conditioned deathbed. America is not
an interesting place any more. When was the
last time we heard a new singer who could be
compared to Tom Waits, or Suzanne Vega?
Which one of you loose-pants hip-hoppers
ever heard of Robert Altman, Wim Wenders,
Gore Vidal, John Cassavetes? All of them are
fading away, dying away, withering away, and
this started to occur during roughly the
same time period when the lookalikes and
talkalikes of Victoria Nuland started to
make their appearances around American
universities, en masse.
Thirty years was the portion of my lifetime
which fate had allocated to America. As a
non-philosopher, non-psychologist,
non-cultural historian, I attest with my own
irretrievably lost youth that America’s
unprecedented and unexplained spiritual,
intellectual, cultural, romantic, literary,
linguistic and political decline did
mysteriously and biblically occur during
this same period.
Within these same 30 years the world also
witnessed the miraculous rise of China’s
economy, whose windfalls and overnight
profits I had largely missed out on. But
observing America’s bitter and terminal
illness had taught me something. For
example, when people talk about China being
the next America, one thing I've got to ask
myself is: will the 1.4 billion Chinese
people make good neighbors and interesting
company? Will they be liked and likable, or
will many of them likewise come to be
regarded as impudent louts and aggressive,
greedy, egotistic, crafty pricks and
bitches?
Regarding my own original motherland and my
own people I have mixed feelings. The
initial signals aren’t promising. The
drastic and depressing contrasts in personal
manners between your typical Chinese tourist
and the meek and quiet locals of Hong Kong,
Tokyo, Taiwan, Singapore, indeed all of East
Asia, is a dreadful omen. In 2014, the
outbursts of hysterical and ludicrous
hostility towards Russia from the clueless
Chinese Creative Class and the internet mobs
who follow them has to be another big sign.
Those who have bright hopes for Russia-China
geopolitical alliance would be well-advised
to keep them in mind.
Keep what in mind, exactly? What we need to
keep in mind is the normally hidden
collective psycho-mental pathology of
populations, which is often embodied in
erratic and destructive intellectual trends,
and is upheld by their self-doubting and
neurotic cultural elites. This pathology has
everything to do with self-identity.
For the Chinese and the Russian/Ukrainian
“creative classes,” America represents the
Ultimate Cool Place, the Olympus of
Coolness, to be strived towards
intellectually, culturally and emotionally,
if not always physically. Because America
represents to them not only a theory or a
line of argument, but a profound source of
emotional self-identification, there arise
within them ferocious flames of fury and
rage whenever someone is perceived as
preventing them from basking within the aura
of this self-identification. They become
like adolescents who put on the cool clothes
and want to go and dance to the cool music,
but are told that they can't wear these
clothes and can't dance to this music. Why?
Because they are not as cool as they think,
and because those cool kids don’t care about
you, and don’t really want you as their
friends.
Actual political, economic and social
problems are of secondary importance. What
is of upmost importance is that they—the
cultural elite, “the creative class,” the
cool kids who consider themselves so much
cooler than the rest—feel insulted and
denied their self-respect. They are angry
that real life in Russia/Ukraine or China
does not back up a certain concept of their
own aspired coolness. Russia gets a special
designation in such a line of discourse, or
cultural narrative: it gets to be the
ultimate spoiler of coolness. Even before
the February 2014 putsch, Eastern Ukraine
was always referred to as ground zero of “Sovok,”
the land of Soviet-era retrogrades—backward,
dim-witted slaves who held cool, cute
Ukraine back from its well-deserved western
coolness.
I will never forget the sight of the torn
limbs of a five-year-old Donbass girl, or
the bits of blood-soaked shawl and the
mangled grandmother's aged body scattered
about on the ground. What have they done—and
tens of thousands like them—to deserve this
end? On the Kiev metro, most people appear
modest, polite, humble, gentle, and,
occasionally, very kind. Over the last year
many of them have also looked weary,
worried, numb and exhausted. But I could not
detect one iota of disparity in features,
skin tone, bone structure, and the modest
yet lively style of clothing between these
riders on the metro in Kiev and the dead
girl or the dead grandmother in the Donbass.
Is it all because of someone wanting to be
cool, and throwing a tantrum, because they
didn't get to feel cool like they wanted?
Returning to America, the supposed Olympus
of Cool, trudging through trash-strewn
sidewalks of Queens, tramping along the
endless alleys of Brooklyn, stepping into a
dimly lit Manhattan office elevator and
there encountering yet another Victoria
Nuland lookalike, I began to understand. The
year 2014 was the fatal year when it was
suddenly revealed who is who and what is
what, like a sharp knife slashing through an
old, moldy, dusty curtain. Think not of
conspiracies and dark, complex, sinister
geopolitical plots. These went with a
different generation, when people might have
been greedy and cruel, but they also had the
ability to distinguish reality from fiction.
That was the era of western imperialism,
which is long dead. Churchill and Roosevelt
and Nixon are all dead; Kissinger is a
nonagenarian. Their replacements do not
think in terms of Realpolitik; they think in
terms of optics, and dwell in a mirrored
hall devised to generate an optical illusion
of their hallucinated greatness.
Don't think of reality;
instead, think of neurosis, obsession,
delusion, perpetual psychic adolescence
(real adolescence long gone and even
menopause unacknowledged). From the midst of
these there arises a white-hot fire of rage
so fierce and so random that Nietzsche or
Sartre, in their most diabolical existential
revelations, could never have foreseen them.
Thus is the new Zeitgeist, in this advanced
stage of decay of the collective
consciousness of America's
cultural/political elite and their overseas
groupies. It explains their reckless and
maniacal love affair with the Ukrainian
Maidan, their rekindled but now impotent
rage against Russia, and their despicable,
narcissistic indifference to the tragedy
suffered by the population of the Ukraine.
[Reported by ClubOrlov's special Kiev
correspondent, Yu Shan.]
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