The giant Chinese market, dismissed as an enduring western dream a few years previously, had become more important than ever. Just ahead of the Shanghai auto show in April 2009, monthly passenger car sales in China were the highest of any market in the world, surpassing the US. A month later, Wang Qishan and a team of Chinese ministers met Catherine Ashton, the then EU Trade Commissioner, and about fifteen of Europe’s most senior business executives in Brussels to hear their complaints about Chinese market access. Sure, Wang conceded after listening to their problems over a working lunch, there are ‘irregularities’ in the market. ‘I know you have complaints,’ he replied, as confidently as ever. ‘But the charm of the Chinese market is irresistible.’ In other words, according to executives in the meeting left astonished by the vice-premier, whatever your complaints, the market is so big, you are going to come anyway. Even worse, many of the executives realized that Wang was right.
China’s aggressive new confidence was on display on a wide screen by the end of 2009, at the Copenhagen climate change conference. In the final fractious day of negotiations, the Chinese snubbed a heads-of-state session, sending along a relatively junior official to talk with President Obama and other world leaders. At another session on the same day, this one attended by Wen Jiabao, China’s Premier, a member of the Chinese delegation loudly lectured Obama, waving his finger at the US President. Needless to say, if a relatively junior western government official had been dispatched to meet a Chinese leader and, even worse, delivered him a lecture, the affront would have been serious enough to have provoked violent anti-foreign street demonstrations at home in Beijing. China was nonplussed by criticism afterwards. ‘What the developed countries need to learn from this whole process is to make up their minds whether they want to pursue confrontation or co-operation with China,’ said a senior official.
The growth and transformation of Asian countries in the wake of de-colonization after World War II, countries such as Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia and South Korea, were important for the citizens of those countries and uplifting for the region. Japan’s rise as an economic giant shook up and challenged the west. The economic transformation of China, by contrast, a country with one-fifth of the world’s population, is a global event without parallel. The rise of China is a genuine mega-trend, a phenomenon with the ability to remake the world economy, sector by sector. That it is presided over by a communist party makes it even more jarring for a western world which, only a few years previously, was feasting on notions of the end of history and the triumph of liberal democracy.
More than that, the Party’s momentous decision to change course in the late seventies has transformed the lives of literally hundreds of millions of its own people. According to the World Bank, the number of poor fell in China by half a billion people in the two decades-plus from 1981 to 2004. ‘To put this in perspective,’ the bank says, ‘the absolute number of poor (using the same standard) in the developing world as a whole declined from 1.5 to 1.1 billion over the same period. In other words, but for China there would have been no decline in the numbers of poor in the developing world over the last two decades of the twentieth century.’
In just a single generation, the party elite has been transformed from a mirthless band of Mao-suited, ideological thugs to a wealthy, be-suited and business-friendly ruling class. Along with them, they have transformed their country and are helping remake the world. Today’s Party is all about joining the highways of globalization, which in turn translates into greater economic efficiencies, higher rates of return and greater political security.
How did the Chinese communists do it, at a time when their fraternal parties were imploding around them? An old adage in journalism, that the best story is often the one staring you in the face, holds true in China. The problem in writing about the Party, though, is that, much as the Party might be staring you in the face, you can’t easily glare back. The Party and its functions are generally masked or dressed up in other guises. When it interacts with the outside world, the Party is careful to keep a low profile. Sometimes, you can’t see the Party at all, which makes the job of reporting how China is governed maddeningly difficult.
The secrecy helps explain why news reports about China routinely refer to the ruling Communist Party, while rarely elaborating on how it actually rules. This book is an attempt to fill that void, by explaining the Party’s functions and structures and how political power is exercised through them. The book has no pretence to being comprehensive or definitive. It is simply the story of a curious journalist opening, or trying to open, the system’s many locked doors, and looking inside. In doing so, the book aims to place the Communist Party back firmly where it belongs, at the heart of the modern Chinese story.
1
The Red Machine
The Party and the State
‘The Party is like God. He is everywhere. You just can’t see him.’
(A University Professor in Beijing)
Nine men strode on to the stage in the Great Hall of the People, the imposing Soviet-style structure on the west side of Tiananmen Square, in the heart of Beijing, at the close of the 2007 congress of the Chinese Communist Party. Once they were assembled, an untrained eye might have had difficulty telling them apart.
The nine all wore dark suits, and all but one sported a red tie. They all displayed slick, jet-black pompadours, a product of the uniform addiction to regular hair-dyeing of senior Chinese politicians, a habit only broken by retirement or imprisonment. If anyone had had the chance to check their biographies, they would have noticed other striking similarities. All but one had trained as engineers, and all but two were in their mid-sixties. In any jobs they had occupied after graduation, the nine men had invariably doubled in party roles, making them full-time politicians for their entire working lives, even if that included undertaking or overseeing professional tasks for brief interludes. Their backgrounds varied slightly. Some had worked their way up from poverty. Others were princelings, the privileged offspring of former senior leaders. Their personal networks varied, but any fundamental political differences between them had been purged on their ascent through the ranks by the Party’s remorseless strictures.
In the time-honoured fashion of communist-era stage entrances, the nine had gently clapped themselves on to the podium as they walked into position for the up-coming ceremony. For the mass of media and government officials assembled to witness the ritual, carried out with a dark theatrical pomp, the most important thing was not how they walked on to the stage, nor the striking similarity of their appearance and career history. The key was in the order in which they appeared, as it cemented the hierarchy of the top leadership for the next five years, and laid out a line of succession for the entire decade to come, until 2022. Against the backdrop of a 20-metre-wide painting of an autumnal scene on the Great Wall, the nine stopped and stood to attention. Standing stiffly, they were ready to be introduced by the man at the head of the line, Hu Jintao, the General Secretary of the Communist Party, as the elected leaders of their country.
Ahead of the congress, the authorities had executed the well-honed security routines reserved for major political events. The guard on diplomatic compounds was doubled; police were stationed at highway intersections; and scores of scowling, plain-clothes security men materialized in the streets around the Great Hall of the People. Local scholars received circulars reminding them to keep their opinions to themselves. In September, a month before the congress, internet data centres were raided, with servers keeping literally thousands of websites shut down for weeks. On the fringes of the city, the authorities had set about demolishing the Petitioners’ Village area where many out-of-towners with grievances congregated.
For centuries, the central government has maintained a national petitions office in the capital to which citizens take complaints about official misconduct. Ahead of the congress, though, Beijing threatened to mark down the careers of local leaders if residents from their cities managed to get to the
capital to make use of it. In case anyone got past the security cordon, the provinces maintain a last line of defence to protect the Politburo from the public, a string of ‘black jails’, or unregistered prisons, where local complainants can be held before being sent home. Detaining protesters according to this formula is akin to winning political points in the west for keeping the crime rate down.
State security, local activists, government officials and the foreign and Chinese media alike have all learnt over time to internalize the seasonal rhythms of repression that turn with the political calendar. Television interviews with important dissidents are best done months ahead of time. By the time the day itself comes around, physical access and even phone contact to critics of the Party is cut off. Wan Yanhai, an outspoken AIDs campaigner, was one of many activists whisked off the streets and taken into temporary custody. Wan was picked up and detained without charge for twelve hours ahead of the anniversary of the 4 June 1989 military crackdown, and again for a few days in August. ‘My freedom was restricted,’ he said, echoing the deadpan phrase that state security uses when they haul people off the streets. Wan had riled the Health Ministry by attempting to sue the government over a contaminated blood scandal. He kept himself on the radar of state security through his unabashed friendships with dissidents. On each occasion, Wan was kept in a hotel room while the authorities counselled him about his views on the Party. ‘They still care very much about controlling our thoughts,’ he said later.
In the years and months leading up to the choice of the leadership, there had been no public primaries, pre-selections or run-offs, and none of the noisy, blood-and-thunder clashes that are familiar events in the lead-up to western electoral contests. Following this drama for much of the time had been like standing outside a large, fortified castle surrounded by moats and guards, watching as lights were turned on and off and visitors whisked in and out. Raised voices could occasionally be heard from behind the thick walls. Once in a while there was hard evidence of conflict, as the casualties of corruption scandals, factional clashes or plain mismanagement were thrown out on to the street, to be carted off into retirement or prison. In the lead-up to the 2007 congress, the party boss of Shanghai, China’s commercial capital, had been toppled–the highest-level corruption scandal in a decade, and one that had taken years of tense negotiations among top leaders before it could be settled.
The Party has unveiled its new leadership and, by definition, the leadership of the government and the country, in the same way for decades. As in any high-stakes political showdown, the leadership candidates had been locked in complex, private negotiations, and in some cases bitter battles, long beforehand, directly, or through proxies and policy debates, over the economy, political reform and corruption. The Hong Kong and foreign press tracked the infighting as best they could, but the local media, naturally far better informed, were ordered to keep silent. The shroud pulled over the event turned the announcement into something rare in modern China, a live and public moment of genuine political drama and suspense. For ordinary Chinese, the precise identity and ranking of their new leadership was for all intents and purposes a secret until the moment they walked on to the stage into a blaze of television and flashing camera lights.
After leading the procession on stage, Hu spoke briefly, introducing each of the nine men by name. A Foreign Ministry official had described the event beforehand as a ‘meeting’ with the Politburo. ‘So can we ask questions?’ queried a reporter. ‘No,’ the official replied. ‘It’s a kind of one-way press conference.’ The next day, the local media reported it strictly in accordance with the Party’s dictates, along with the approved, sanitized biographies of the new Politburo members distributed by the official news agency. For anyone who lined up the Chinese newspapers side by side the next morning, or took snapshots of the home pages of websites, the effect was almost hallucinatory. The wording of the headlines and articles, and the choice, size and placement of photos, were all exactly the same.
Chinese leaders periodically express bafflement when critics suggest their ascension is somehow not democratic. A few months later, in May 2008, when visiting a school for Chinese children in Yokohama, Japan, Hu Jintao was asked by a guileless eight-year-old why he wanted to be president, a title that comes to him by rights these days, after being chosen as the head of the Party. After the nervous laughter in the classroom died down, Hu replied that he had not wanted the job. ‘It was the people in the whole country who voted me in, and wanted me to be the president. I should not let the people throughout the whole country down,’ he replied. Similarly, Jiang Zemin, Hu’s predecessor both as party secretary and president, told a US current affairs show in 2000, that ‘he was elected too’, although he did concede the two countries’ electoral systems ‘were different’.
During the 2007 congress, delegates were allowed, or in some cases ordered, to talk to the media in an effort to fashion a more transparent, friendly image for the Party in the outside world. It is not as though the Party does not have an interesting story to sell and, in recent years, a broader class of member to present to the world. Many of the private businessmen and women who joined the Party, or were able to acknowledge their existing membership, after Jiang Zemin pushed through approval for their presence in 2002, are ebullient figures with stirring rags-to-riches life stories. But even when the Party tries to force its best foot forward, it is evasive and suspicious.
When I met Chen Ailian, one of China’s newly minted millionaires, and a party member and delegate, she initially delighted in telling me about her business. Chen had the kind of mad and wonderful entrepreneurial story you hear often across China. She said she had entered the automotive business in the early 1990s, because she ‘loved cars’. Many millions of dollars in sales later, her private company had become the largest aluminium alloy wheel manufacturer in Asia and had opened offices in the US. Chen owned a Rolls-Royce (for special occasions), a Mercedes (for everyday use) and an Isuzu sports utility vehicle (for road trips). But once our conversation turned to the Party, she became more automaton than entrepreneur. To even the gentlest of questions, she adopted a reverential, whispering-in-church tone. Her answers became sombre, restrained and drained of life, consisting of little other than official slogans.
Atop of the system sits Hu. As General Secretary of the Communist Party, a position which ranks above his two other titles, as President and head of the military, he retains enormous power to set the parameters for government policy. An enigmatic figure even to political insiders, Hu had attempted to fashion an imperial-era image for himself in his first five-year term, starting in 2002, as a kind of benevolent emperor, whose interventions in policy and politics were as wise and weighty as they were rare. At one time identified with the reform camp, the clarity that marked his personal politics clouded over as he rose through the ranks as the heir-apparent in the early nineties.
The tools to enforce the refurbishment of his image were close at hand for a man of his office. His elderly aunt who had raised him from the age of five, and who had been, for a handful of foreign interviewers, a rare source of unfiltered information, had been stopped by local officials from talking to reporters soon after he was first named party secretary. The officials had even visited her house to remove pictures of him as a child and youth, lest they be handed out to reporters and the like, and become part of an independent narrative of his life not dictated by the Party itself. The pictures of a young Hu posted on the internet in 2009, seven years after his appointment, were harmlessly charming, of a fresh-faced high school student on class outings, but local officials at the time of his ascension did not want to take responsibility for their publication.
Hu had been careful not to flesh out any broader picture of himself, never granting an interview to either the local or foreign press in his first term. In the lead-up to the Beijing Olympics in August 2008, Hu did give a short press conference to twenty-five foreign journalists, only after all their questions had been carefully sc
reened. His pronouncements that appear regularly in the People’s Daily, the Party’s mouthpiece, provided few firm clues about his personal views. One Chinese commentator likened his policy pronouncements to a duck walking, with one foot pointed to the right and the other to the left, maintaining an ungainly balance which looked stable only from a distance.
Hu’s severe image-management might have seemed like a conservative throwback to an earlier age of more authoritarian communism. In fact, compared to his predecessors, Hu was a bland figure, determinedly drained of flesh and blood. Deng Xiaoping, by contrast, had a revolutionary prestige, overlaid by the battle scars of years of struggle against Mao Zedong’s insane political campaigns. He proudly displayed his earthy Sichuanese roots, notoriously expectorating loudly into his spittoon while delivering to Margaret Thatcher an intimidating lecture about Hong Kong at a meeting in the early eighties in Beijing. Jiang Zemin, Hu’s immediate predecessor, delighted in singing in public and reciting extracts from the Gettysburg Address and other western canons in English. Mao, for all the horrors he inflicted on the Chinese people, was a charismatic figure renowned for his pithy aphorisms, which endure in China’s literary, political and business landscape.
Hu displayed neither Deng’s down-to-earth vigour, Jiang’s clownish chumminess nor Mao’s terrifying, homespun authority. He has no distinctive accent signalling his regional roots, nor any memorable quotes which have passed into everyday lore. A British diplomat arranging Hu’s presence at a session of the G-8 meeting in Gleneagles, Scotland, in 2005, designed to be an informal and free-flowing meeting between leaders, was given short shrift about the proposed format by his Chinese interlocutor. ‘President Hu does not do free-flowing,’ he was told. The apotheosis of the professional party bureaucrat, Hu was a cautious, careful consensus-builder, a ‘hao haizi’ or ‘good boy’, according to his more cutting local critics. But far from being old-fashioned, Hu’s low-key, self-effacing qualities made him very much a man for the times. China’s modern complexities mean the Party, Hu’s peers and even the people themselves can no longer stomach strong-man rule of the likes of Mao and Deng. In Mao’s and Deng’s days, the leaders towered over the Party. For all his power, Hu lived in the Party’s shadow, rather than the other way round.
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