Beijing And Beyond: Eating (And Spending) Our Way Through China, With Personal Reflections On China’s Coming-Of-Age Criminal Justice System... And Of My Fellow Travelers, 1981
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In 1981, I traveled with a group of criminal justice professionals to China — or, as I like to describe it, "30 professionals and 1 anti-professional: me!" China was just opening up to the outside world. Mao Tse Tung had died only a few years before, and China's economic boom was only just being ignited. Not only was there no smog in Beijing, there were almost no cars at all. We saw wonderful things, like the Children's Palace in Shanghai, as well as scenes as depressing as both the Beijing and Shanghai prisons were, for example, or the reform school where teenage girls sang for us, tears streaming down their faces. Beyond the glimpses we were provided into a criminal justice system that was in the process of being recreated in the wake of the destructive Cultural Revolution, this is also a memoir of what it is like to travel with 30 well-heeled Americans who not only worry that there may not be enough "official work-related" visits to justify the tax write-offs they are calculating, but who also spend, spend, spend their way through China, filled with an embarrassing sense of self-importance — quick to complain when our Chinese hosts didn't quite appreciate just how important they thought themselves to be. It is based on journals I kept daily during the trip, and therefore reads as a current travelog, replete with photographs, with a difference — it being China in 1981.
Michael A. Kroll
A Finalist in the 2022 Next Generation Indie Book Awards for his first novel, "Soul of the Matter", Michael A. Kroll is an award-winning journalist and story teller, specializing in issues of justice and injustice. Selected for “Special Recognition” by the Eugene Block Journalism Awards for “outstanding coverage of human rights issues,” Kroll draws on those issues in "Soul of the Matter".Having grown up in the beautiful Ojai Valley in Southern California, Kroll attended the University of California at Berkeley, majoring in political science and graduating in 1965, a few months after being arrested in the Free Speech Movement. He taught in an all-Chinese secondary school in the jungles of Malaysian Borneo for the Peace Corps, and taught Adult Education in East Los Angeles, Honolulu, New Orleans, Atlanta and Washington, D.C. Michael Kroll has fought against the death penalty and for criminal justice reform by working as a Mitigation Specialist in many death penalty cases, and heading such organizations as the National Moratorium on Prison Construction and the Death Penalty Information Center.Michael has been published widely in newspapers from The New York Times to the Los Angeles Times, and in publications as disparate as The Nation and Progressive magazines on one hand, and Women’s World on the other. He has had memoir pieces published, including “McCarthyism Goes Postal,” (Ojai Quarterly, winter 2015-’16) and “Land Snakes Alive,” (Trajectory Journal, Spring 2018). He has a published book-length memoir, "Beijing and Beyond", chronicling a 1981 tour of China’s coming-of-age criminal justice system. These pieces, among others, can be found on his web page: www.michael-a-kroll.com.Kroll leads writing workshops in juvenile halls, facilitates a memoir-writing group of seniors, and posts many of his published pieces on his website. In addition to writing, he also records as a Voice Over artist from his home studio in Oakland, California. (michaelsvoice.net).
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Beijing And Beyond - Michael A. Kroll
Beijing & Beyond:
Eating (and spending) our way through China with personal reflections on China’s coming of age criminal justice system … and of my fellow travelers, 1981
By Michael A. Kroll
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Beijing and Beyond
Eating (and spending) our way through China with personal reflections on China’s coming of age criminal justice system … and of my fellow travelers, 1981
Table of Contents
Preface
May 28, Narita, Japan
May 28, En route to Beijing
May 28, Arrival, Beijing
May 29, Beijing, the Diaoyutai
Beijing University Law School
May 30, Beijing Municipal Prison
May 31, Beijing: Post Prison Q&A
Ministry of Justice
Ming Tombs and Great Wall of China
June 1, Arrival, Nanjing
Friendship Store, Department Store
June 2, Nanjing: Dr. Sun Yat Sen Memorial, and the Death of Madame Soong Ching-Ling
University student and Cultural Revolution
June 3, Nanjing Mediation Committee
Celebrating my 38th birthday
June 4, En route to Wuxi
June 4, Arrival in Wuxi
A walk with Aric in the park
June 5, Wuxi Pre-School
High School, a High Point
June 6, Arrival in Suzhou
June 7, Morning Walk in Suzhou
Snake Smuggler
June 8, Shanghai Arrival
The Bund
The Children’s Palace
June 9, Shanghai People’s Court
Reform School
Shanghai Acrobat Troop
June 10, A Shanghai Walk
Shanghai in the 1930s
Shanghai Prison
June 11, Arrival in Guangzhou (Canton)
Mr. Wong
The vegetarian restaurant
June 12, Guangzhou, Our Last Night
June 13, Hong Kong
June 14, My Shameful Meltdown
Star Ferry and Peninsula Hotel
June 15, Honolulu, Hawaii
About the Author
Some Relevant Published Work
Special bonus excerpt from Soul of the Matter
List of Photographs
List of Photographs
1. Fudu Temple, Narita, Japan
2. Praying at Fudu Temple
3. Villa #11, State Guest House, Beijing
4. Pagoda in lake at State Guest House
5. Bamboo bridge over canal behind Diaoyutai
6. Forbidden City, Beijing
7. Forbidden City
8. Boats on lake at Summer Palace
9. Karamoko Baye in royal Chinese robes, Summer Palace
10. Statue of Chairman Mao, Beijing University
11. Residential neighborhood next to Beijing Municipal Prison
12. Card playing teens at Ming Tombs
13. Children and gargoyle(s) at Ming Tombs
14. Horse-drawn wagon at Ming Tombs
15. Carl Berry on The Great Wall of China
16. Baby in bamboo stroller, Beijing
17. Dr. Sun Yat Sen Memorial, Nanjing
18. Child in uniform of People’s Liberation Army
19. Mother and child, Nanjing
20. Father and daughter make a rug, Nanjing
21. Fisherman on Yangtze River
22. Flag at half staff for Madame Soong Ching-Ling
23. Nanjing street market
24. Old man in doorway, Wuxi
25. Teenagers playing at night, Wuxi
26. Kindergarteners at play, Wuxi
27. Fresh water container, Wuxi kindergarten
28. Federal Judge Art Lane and me
29. Wooden boats on river, Wuxi
30. California Youth Authority Director, Pearl West
31. High schoolers being led in exercises, Wuxi
32. Mr. Wong and me
33. Housing along canal, Wuxi
34. Garden pagoda, Suzhou
35. Farmer taking geese to market, Suzhou
36. Basket of hogs heads, Suzhou
37. Morning in Suzhou
38. Commerce on canal, Suzhou
39. Boat laden with earth for construction, Suzhou
40. Worker carrying load of earth onto boat, Suzhou
41. Brick-laden boat on canal, Suzhou
42. Silk screening at sandalwood factory, Suzhou
43. Shanghai vista of one-story residences
44. Children’s Palace, Shanghai
45. 7-year-old violinist, Children’s Palace
46. Baby ballerinas, Children’s Palace
47. Blind beggar, Shanghai
48. Baby in bamboo stroller, Shanghai
49. Frank and Johnnie Bruder, Kay Harris, Hong Kong Harbor
50. Card players in Shanghai alleyway
51. Bamboo scaffolding at temple renovation, Shanghai
52. Sun rays through clouds above China
53. Hand-drawn menu, vegetarian restaurant, Canton (Guangzhou)
54. Mr. Wong reads gift scroll, Guangzhou
55. Roast suckling pig, Guangzhou
56. Aric Press, friend and fellow traveler, giving toast, Guangzhou
57. Tai Li People’s Commune, Guangzhou
58. Kitchen appliances, Tai Li People’s Commune
59. Farm implements, Tai Li People’s Commune
60. Hong Kong street market
61. Souvenir plate with photo of me, Hong Kong
62. Kay Harris, friend and fellow traveler, Hanauma Bay, Hawaii
Preface
In May of 1981, I was given an incredible opportunity to visit China. I was then the Coordinator of the NMPC, the National Moratorium on Prison Construction, in Washington, D.C. (Funded by the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee, we had staff in Atlanta, Chicago, San Francisco and, of course, D.C.) My counterpart in San Francisco, Naneen Karraker, had just inherited some money, and asked if I’d be interested in joining a People-to-People criminal justice tour of that once-forbidden country. Because she was pregnant at the time, she decided it was prudent to remain here, but wanted to see, through my eyes, what criminal justice
looked like in a country that had been closed to the outside world — and especially to the United States — since Mao Tse Tung’s Communist victory over the Nationalists in 1949. Only a decade before had Americans been provided their first glimpse into China, when, in April of 1971, an American ping-pong team was permitted entry, and the world was introduced to Ping-Pong diplomacy, negotiated by President Nixon’s Secretary of State, Henry Kissinger.
In January of 1981, less than six months before we began our journey, Mao’s widow, Jiang Qing and the Gang of Four, had been convicted of anti-party activities
and sentenced to death. Mao Tse Tung had died only three years earlier, in 1978, and was replaced by Deng Xiaoping as China’s preeminent leader. It was a time of transformation in China. There was no air pollution. There were barely any cars. Urban renewal had only just begun. And university students — who were born shortly after Mao launched his disastrous Cultural Revolution
that had victimized so many of their parents — saw an opportunity to influence the changes that were coming. Like students everywhere, they were impatient for promised reforms and reforms they wished to be promised. Their impatience was met with a brutal military assault on thousands of student reformers massed in Tiananmen Square in 1989, just eight years after we were to get our own brief glimpse of China in transition. The tour would be led by Diana (Dinni) Gordon, the director of the progressive National Council on Crime and Delinquency. I didn’t hesitate a second before accepting Naneen’s generous offer.
The only person I knew that would be on this tour was my predecessor at the NMPC, Kay Harris, who was then just beginning her tenure as a criminal justice professor at Temple University in Philadelphia. She and I were very good friends, which made the prospect of this tour even more appealing.
During the trip, I kept a daily log, which is the basis for what follows.
………………………………..
In addition to my gratitude to Naneen Karraker for making this trip possible (and to the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee who permitted me to make this journey while in their employ), I am also indebted to the memoirists with whom I meet every week to share our work. They sat patiently, week after week, hearing me read, and offering me their wise and always encouraging comments, some praiseworthy, some critical, but all of it making this a much stronger narrative.
Thank you, Jimmy, for putting up with me.
Cover art: Hand-drawn menu from vegetarian restaurant, Guangzhou (Canton)
May 28, 1981 — Narita, Japan
Ohiyo gozaimasu! It has been nearly eight years since I taught English here in Japan. The sense of unreality about being back is completely overshadowed by the fantasy that I am about to embark on, however. I am on my way to China! Behind me lies my decision to leave the Moratorium office in Washington, and return to California (though I have not yet divulged this decision to the UU Service Committee, which controls my purse strings.) With this decision comes both the immense relief of having made a choice, and the vague anxiety of facing an unknown future. But for the moment, the disturbing past and the uncertain future can be set aside, banished as much as possible from the conscious present.
And speaking of the present, a box of presents
from UUSC headquarters in Boston was waiting for me at the Sea-Tac Airport when we arrived in Seattle. It contained dozens of the Service Committee’s latest promotional gimmick — a green plastic visor with the words Unitarian Universalist Service Committee
inscribed over an image of their logo, the eternal flame. Along with it came a telegram telling me to hand these out as gifts while traveling through China. For the first time, I examined the visors closely, then took far too much pleasure in composing my own telegram back to headquarters: Would love to hand out these visors for you, but the damn things are made in Taiwan!
I can only imagine their relief when they get my resignation letter next month.
Anyway, unlike the rest of the group, which met in Seattle yesterday for the People-to-People orientation (orienting us to the Orient), Kay and I were spared. At the time, we were attending the National Jail Coalition meeting in Minnesota, after which we flew to Seattle where the official trip begins, meeting our fellow travelers at the airport shortly before boarding the plane that would take us to Asia.
Judging from their comments, Orientation was a day and a half of sexist jokes, coupled with what passes for the wise advice of the experienced traveler. Don’t eat except in approved restaurants. Don’t wander away from the group.
It’s the same sort of advice
that I heard fifteen years ago as an eager Peace Corps volunteer about to begin three years of English teaching in Borneo. The only difference is that I believed it then.
There are 31 people in this tour, including a couple of older Federal judges, several state and city prison administrators, an associate prison warden, an assistant D.A., someone in the Justice Department, and a number of criminal justice research people and advocates — mostly young lawyer types. There are two black people, one being an ex-prisoner who runs an organization, which markets prison art. He spent 19 years in our finest facilities. Ironically, the only other African American is an assistant prison warden. There are assorted wives (who are described in the official People-to-People Delegate Biographies as "Wife of ___) And, of course, there is Kay and me. Thirty criminal justice professionals and one anti-professional…
Oh, yes. There is also one person whom I am really looking forward to meeting and spending time with. He is listed as Justice Editor
for Newsweek Magazine, which makes him, for me, the one star
among us. As our Northwest Orient 747 carried us across the Pacific, I played the game of trying to determine which delegate he was. Of course, I was able to eliminate the few who always make a point of pumping hands and introducing themselves, like the stereotypical American tourist with multiple cameras slung over his shoulder, an actor’s smile, which never leaves his lips, except when engaged in animated conversation (never any other kind). He represents the Polaroid Company, which apparently has an exemplary employment program for ex-prisoners, and, to be fair, despite his recognizable type, I like him.
The person I’ve decided must be Aric, the journalist, is a young man wearing glasses and tan pants and sitting on the other side of the plane from me. I picked him because I didn’t see him utter a single word during the entire nine-hour flight.
We arrived last evening at the Narita International Airport — the one which the local farmers so bitterly opposed building a decade ago. The symbols of that bitter controversy are everywhere present: hundreds of armed soldiers and miles of Razor Ribbon-topped fencing surround the airport. In fact, the perimeter security resembles nothing more than a prison — an appropriate reception for this group.
I suppose as punishment for missing Orientation, Kay and I have both been stricken with mini-tragedies.
Hers occurred in flight. When she got her luggage at the airport, she discovered that an oily perfume — not hers — had permeated her cloth bag, staining much of what she had packed. She was subjected to the endless Japanese bureaucratic form-filling, an absolute necessity if she wants to recover her losses, while the group waited impatiently on the two small buses that would take us through the military zone surrounding the airport to the hotel.
The hotel was my mini-tragedy. We are staying in a modern
American-type place, a cross between a Howard Johnson’s and a Motel 6. I have been anticipating my one night in Japan after so long an absence, soaking in a deep hot tub, sampling the sushi bar, walking barefoot or with tabi in my hotel room. Well, there is no Japanese ofuro bath, no Japanese food, no tatami mat floors. We had tasteless veal cutlets for dinner. One need never know one has left the United States. What a grave disappointment! Granted, my disappointment does not rise to the level of Kay’s loss, and — with the thought of this afternoon’s departure keenly in mind, and the fact that the real Japan is just outside the hotel — I am bearing up fairly well, deprived as I am.
I am sitting on a rock by the edge of a beautiful Japanese pond. It is in the middle of Narita Fudo, one of the most famous of Japanese temples. I am spending perhaps the last half-day of solitude possible for the next three weeks. I took the city bus (100 yen) here this morning from the hotel. The greatest number of our group, perhaps 20 of them, have rented their own tour bus in order to spend half a day in Tokyo, about an hour and a half away. The remaining ten are either going into Tokyo on their own or going as a group into Narita. I demurred. I kipped Tokyo because I have been there before, and because one can’t possible appreciate the excitement of that city in a four-hour morning tour in the company of 20 other Americans. I resisted joining the smaller group excursions because I know that being alone will become increasingly difficult from today onward. I also know that my craving for solitude will grow in direct proportion to its unattainability.
Fudu Temple, Narita, Japan
The village of Narita itself makes up for the hotel. It is like a thousand other villages in Japan: narrow shop-lined streets, pulsing with pedestrian traffic under overhanging neon signs, which seem to scream their messages at you in huge characters representing all three of Japan’s alphabets, Katakana, Hiragana and Kanji. My favorite shop was one where four Japanese men, each wearing a white head-band, were picking out live, wriggling eels from a huge vat, securing them on a cutting board by pushing their heads down over a nail, and then slitting them up the side. I shuddered as I watched, which obviously amused them (the men, not the eels), but I must confess that unagi is one of my favorite Japanese dishes, so I squelched my squeamishness. And, when you stop to think about it, a beef slaughterhouse is much gorier.
The temple is huge, filled with Japanese-roofed pagodas and Shinto shrines with crowds of Japanese — mostly women, and mostly older — bowing and clapping their hands, and making special appeals to the appropriate kami-samas, their Shinto gods. As I sit and write this from one side of a large pond, I can see a group of Japanese boys, dressed in red uniforms, and girls, dressed in blue, making their way around the opposite shore. Leading this group of high school students is a teacher with a flag that all can see and rally around — the same as Japanese tour groups everywhere.
Japanese women bowing in prayer at Fudu Temple, Narita, Japan
I have not had my fill of being alone in this place yet, and I don’t think I’m ready for the adventure, which begins in earnest, a few short hours from now. But it is getting late, and I must soon catch the bus back to the hotel. Carrying my shoulder bag filled with camera and film, writing pad and pen, and novel (China Men, by Maxine Hong Kingston), I will make my way back through the immense grounds of Fudo-san, and treat myself to a sushi lunch somewhere. The hotel lunch is paid for, of course, but I don’t want the taste of hamburger in my mouth as I board the plane for Beijing.
May 28, En route to Beijing
It seems utterly unbelievable, but this plane is bound for China, this plane.
The blue Pan Am baggage claim stub they stapled to my ticket back in Minneapolis says, unambiguously, Peking
. I don’t know whether Pan Am just hasn’t gotten around to changing their forms from the old spelling to the new — Beijing — or whether they are stubbornly refusing to give in to the audacity of a government trying to free itself from the colonial influences that remain, like the American sports announcers who stubbornly refused to acknowledge the transition of Cassius Clay to Mohammed Ali.
What looms immediately ahead is a three-week trip