I spent yesterday cruising around the hutongs with a group of my students as well as our program director and Fang Laoshi, a descendant of Manchu bannermen and a real Beijing history buff. Fang Laoshi was a treasure trove of information as we wound our way down Chang’an Dajie, through Tiananmen, up to Houhai and Xihai and then back to our home campus. I think the students found it a little long–five hours of lecture while cycling can be rough on a Sunday morning, but YJ and I had a good time.
We did however attract some unwanted attention. Our stops in front of Zhongnanhai and Tiananmen were both cut short by plain clothes PSB officers who felt that foreign students learning about Chinese culture on bicycle were a danger to national security. Prior to that, Fang Laoshi’s take on Chinese history–he is frank in his opinions of both the good and the bad of China’s recent past–angered an old fellow who wandered by during one of Professor Fang’s explanations and lectured the lecturer that Professor Fang ought only tell foreigners good things lest the Chinese people lose face. Ah yes, objective history–that horrible, horrible threat to precious self-worth.
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