John Uskglass
Venerable Relic of the Wastes
http://books.guardian.co.uk/reviews/history/0,6121,1499342,00.htmlMao: The Unknown Story
by Jung Chang and Jon Halliday
Jonathan Cape £25, pp832
During the first week of June 1966, pupils from a middle school in Beijing felt suddenly impelled to declare themselves part of Mao Tse-tung's Cultural Revolution. They chose to demonstrate their devotion to the Great Helmsman by painting a poster which warned his enemies: 'We will strike you to the ground and trample you.' To make their intentions doubly clear, they added: 'We will be brutal.'
Then, in a rhetorical flourish which was dangerously close to bourgeois self-regard, they signed themselves 'the Red Guard'. The youthful storm troopers of what was more a madness than a movement had acquired a name.
In Mao: The Unknown Story, Jung Chang and Jon Halliday invariably, and with absolute justification, refer to the Cultural Revolution as 'the Great Purge'. It so happened that the wrath of the Red Guard was directed against 'intellectuals', loosely defined as anyone who had any pretensions to learning. But the method by which they were suppressed - mass murder usually accompanied by gratuitous torture - was the same as that which Mao employed whenever he felt it necessary to strengthen his hold over China and its people. His entire life was punctuated with slaughter of such a magnitude that it could only have been ordered by a man who was criminally insane.
Jung Chang and Jon Halliday have not, in the whole of their narrative, a good word to say about Mao. In a normal biography, such an unequivocal denunciation would be both suspect and tedious. But the clear scholarship, and careful notes, of The Unknown Story provoke another reaction. Mao Tse-tung's evil, undoubted and well documented, is unequalled throughout modern history.
He was candid about his megalomania. 'Morality,' he wrote, 'does not have to be defined in relation to others. People like me want to satisfy our hearts to the full.' His heart was satisfied only by the domination of his people, a term which he defined so rigorously that, even when he was indisputable ruler of China, he still wanted to dictate the thoughts of its population to ensure that they never even thought of turning against him. He safeguarded his position by murdering millions of his innocent compatriots.
These days, it is fashionable to point out that Adolf Hitler had redeeming features. He was good with dogs and other people's children. Mao was hateful with everybody - his women, his wives and his son and daughter. Jung Chang and Jon Halliday deny him credit for the one episode in his blood-soaked career which, his apologists claim, at least adds an element of heroism to the savage saga: the Long March was a fraud.
After breaking with the Nationalist Movement, and fearing annihilation by Chiang Kai-shek's superior forces, Mao determined to take the Red Army to what he believed would be the security of the Russian border. In preparation for the evacuation, anyone regarded as unreliable was executed. The executions 'totalled thousands. The victims were hacked to death with knives and their bodies kicked down into a pit. When this pit was full, the rest were made to dig their own holes in the ground and were then hacked to death or buried alive'.
Accounts of that sort appear on almost every page of The Unknown Story, often describing tens of thousands or even millions of deaths. The purge of autumn 1934 was different only in so much as it preceded Mao's attempt to take 80,000 men and women (and his personal fortune) to north Shaanxi. When he arrived, his army was only 4,000 strong.
The Long March could have been ended almost before it started, had Chiang Kai-shek not given Mao a free passage to safety.
The marchers faced the daunting prospect of four lines of blockhouses. Yet these turned out to be no obstacle at all.
Chiang hoped to win the support of the warlords by convincing them that the Red Army was a threat to their powers. If that threat disappeared, as a result of Mao's annihilation, the debating point disappeared with it. So the Red Army was allowed to pass the blockhouses and over the Xiang river, creating 'one of the enduring myths of the 20th century.'
The stories of continual slaughter are so horrifically compelling that they enable the reader of The Unknown Story to ignore the problems of its literary style. To be told that 'by the beginning of 1948, the Reds controlled 160 million people' would normally provoke questions about who, why and where. But the narrative moves on to explain that, according to Mao, 10 per cent of the population were 'kulaks or landlords' and must be eliminated. 'Hundreds of thousands, possibly as many as a million, were killed or driven to suicide.' Inelegance loses its importance. The murder goes on, page after page.
Killing became an object in itself. When Mao decided to make the Great Leap Forward, which would allow China 'to overtake all capitalist countries in a fairly short time and become one of the richest, most advanced countries in the world', he had no qualms about 'driving peasants off the land and into factories', even if the sudden shortage of food meant that 'half of China may well have to die'. The famine which followed killed 38 million people in four years.
Meanwhile, Mao, with or without the support of the Soviet Union, was attempting to extend his power over neighbouring territories. Tibet was first courted, then occupied and subjected to the Great Destruction, an attack on the entire Tibetan culture which resulted in the death of half the adult male population. Mao was so successful in imposing his ideas on North Korea that the country's unofficial poet laureate wrote:
'Kill, kill more
For the farm, good rice and the quick collection of taxes.'
Mao Tse-tung died in his bed on 9 September 1976, according to The Unknown Story, unconcerned about his legacy to China and its people. However, 'Mao's portrait and his corpse still dominate Tiananmen Square in the heart of the Chinese capital. The communist regime declares itself to be Mao's heir and perpetuates the myth of Mao'. That sentence is the biography's epitaph and, more important, the biographers' stimulus to complete the 10 years of research on which their book is based. Perhaps 'labour of hate' is too strong a term to describe the devotion with which Mao is denounced. The Unknown Story means to inform. Its authors take it for granted that to know Mao is to loathe him.
An 800-page philippic is not an easy read, especially when it is written with such an undiscriminating devotion to detail. But anyone who wants to understand the world should struggle through The Unknown Story. Do not expect to enjoy the experience. It is terrible proof that absolute evil can sometimes triumph.
Wow. It's impossible to imagine a human being like that. What a truly sick individual.
