shower with a bar of sandalwood soap, and cut myself shaving. In the mirror, I saw that I had bruises in the shape of fingers around my neck. I didnât remember getting them, and they didnât hurt, so I ignored them. I got into plain clothes and went back out. The streets were flooded with tourists going in and out of the restaurants and shops. I headed for Columbus Park.
The rundown park wa s jammed with groups of Chinese people talking loudly while eating rice cakes, leading
some to choke on too-big bites. Grandmothers spitting into their hands and wiping childrenâs faces. Old men standing together, each adding another sentence to an imagined story about this guy they all used to know. Teenaged boys and girls slapping handballs around on the courts. Someone had a soccer ball, but with no field or goalposts in the park, the kids took turns trying to bounce it on their knees. Everyone was dressed in red or wearing something red.
A little boy sucking on a dry plum stared at me and I buttoned the second button to my red flannel shirt. When he spat the seed out, it would slip into the cracks in the asphalt, where there were hundreds of other seeds that had been spat out by his father and uncles.
I found the midget sipping sweetened soy milk from a plastic bottle. He nodded and said, âOfficer Chow,â without taking the straw out of his mouth. He was wearing a red cardigan over a t-shirt that had turned pink from being washed with the sweater. He was idly playing a game of Chinese chess against a little boy dressed in a suit with a red tie.
âI didnât see you at the parade,â I told him.
âI donât have to go to the parade,â said the midget.
âArenât you proud of your culture?â
The midget took the straw out of his mouth.
âIâm very proud of the Chinese people,â he said. âWe invented soy milk, right? What a wonderful drink. Anyway, if youâre talking about things like the lion dance, I donât support that. You know where that originated from?â
âThereâs that old fable about that guy who wanted to show how brave he was by playing ball with the lions.â
âYeah, thereâs that. But the whole ritual of dressing up dancers as lions and going around to businesses to collect red envelopes was just a big bribery scheme cooked up by government officials in ancient times. You give enough money to the lion, you buy some âgood luck.â Sound familiar?â
âThat was a long time ago. Itâs not like that now.â
âWell, they use more than lions now.â
âIf it were a crime, weâd have detectives on the case.â
âI heard about the dustup at the parade today,â said the midget. His soy milk bottomed out and he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder into a trash can. âFighting amongst ourselves is in our culture. Think about Chinaâs history. How many little countries were defeated and consolidated and broken up again over how many thousands of years?â
âA lot.â
âYes, a lot. Think of all the regional beliefs and traditions that each of those countries had, even before the Mongols and the Manchus colonized us. Everyone whoâs Chinese is really many different ancestries, with the blood of a hundred different nations that are now gone.â
To the little boy in the suit, he said, âTake that piece back. Thatâs a bad move. Very bad move.â The boy sadly dragged his cannon back and bit his lip.
The midget went on. âAll the Chinese people feel this internal struggle. Thatâs why Chinese leaders are so terrible.â
âBoth the KMT and the communists are lousy,â I said. âBut you know, if Sun Yat Sen hadnât died suddenly, China would be farther along than Japan is now.â
The midget blinked. âSun, he would have ruined China if he had lived.â
I was shocked that the midget
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