there is a great op-ed in today's new york times, which is have pasted below; the last couple paragraphs are great. the chinese attitude friedman describes is exactly what i experienced in kunming. no chinese person i spoke with in casual conversation knew about the glasgow airport incident in early summer, the iranian nuclear issue, or was aware of the july 7 bombings in london two years ago. i assume their ignorance is more likely a result of the chinese media's focus on domestic issues rather than international.
Dalian, China
It's nice to be in a country where Iraq is never mentioned. It's just a little unnerving when that country is America's biggest geopolitical and economic rival these days: China.
I heard China's prime minister, Wen Jiabao, address an international conference here in Dalian, and what impressed me most was how boring it was — a straightforward recitation of the staggering economic progress China has made in the last two decades and the towering economic, political and environmental challenges it still faces.
How nice it must be, I thought, to be a great power and be almost entirely focused on addressing your own domestic problems?
No, I have not gone isolationist. America has real enemies that China does not, and therefore we have to balance a global security role in places like the Middle East with domestic demands.
But something is out of balance with America today. Looking at the world from here, it is hard not to feel that China has spent the last six years training for the Olympics while we've spent ourselves into debt on iPods and Al Qaeda.
After 9/11, we tried to effect change in the heart of the Arab-Muslim world by trying to build a progressive government in Baghdad. There was, I believed, a strategic and moral logic for that. But the strategy failed, for a million different reasons, and now it is time to recognize that and focus on how we insulate ourselves from the instability of that world — by having a real energy policy, for starters — how we protect our security interests there in more sustainable ways and how we get back to developing our own house.
By now it should be clear that Iraq is going to be what it is going to be. We've never had sufficient troops there to shape Iraq in our own image. We simply can't go on betting so many American soldiers and resources that Iraqis will one day learn to live together on their own — without either having to be bludgeoned by Saddam or baby-sat by us.
So either we get help or get out. That is, if President Bush believes staying in Iraq can still make a difference, then he needs to muster some allies because the American people are not going to sustain alone — nor should they — a long-shot bet that something decent can still be built in Baghdad.
If the president can't get help, then he has to initiate a phased withdrawal: now. Because the opportunity cost this war is exacting on our country and its ability to focus on anything else is out of all proportion to what might still be achieved in Iraq by our staying, with too few troops and too few friends.
Iraqis can add. The surge has brought more calm to Iraq largely because the mainstream Iraqi Sunnis finally calculated that they have lost and that both the pro-Al Qaeda Iraqi Sunnis and the radical Shiites are more of a threat to them than the Americans they had been shooting at.
The minute we start withdrawing, all Iraqis will carefully calculate their interests. They may decide that they want more blood baths, but there is just as much likelihood that they will eventually find equilibrium.
I have not been to Dalian in three years. It is not just a nice city for China. It is a beautiful city of wide avenues, skyscrapers, green spaces, software parks and universities.
The president of Dalian University of Technology, Jinping Ou, told me his new focus now is on energy research and that he has 100 doctoral students dealing with different energy problems — where five years ago he barely had any — and that the Chinese government has just decided to open its national energy innovation research center here.
Listening to him, my mind drifted back to Iraq, where I was two weeks ago and where I heard a U.S. officer in Baghdad tell this story:
His unit was on a patrol in a Sunni neighborhood when it got hit by an I.E.D. Fortunately, the bomb exploded too soon and no one was hurt. His men jumped out and followed the detonation wire, which led 1,500 feet into the neighborhood. A U.S. Black Hawk helicopter was in the area and alerted the U.S. soldiers that a man was fleeing the scene on a bicycle. The soldiers asked the Black Hawk for help, and it swooped down and used its rotor blades to blow the insurgent off his bicycle, with a giant "whoosh," and the U.S. soldiers captured him.
That image of a $6 million high-tech U.S. helicopter with a highly trained pilot blowing an insurgent off his bicycle captures the absurdity of our situation in Iraq. The great Lebanese historian Kamal Salibi said it best: "Great powers should never get involved in the politics of small tribes."
That is where we are in Iraq. We're wasting our brains. We're wasting our people. We're wasting our future. China is not.
A small, delightfully boring gathering of twenty-something white people in northeast Minneapolis received a jump start late Friday evening, when a band of equally caucasian but decidedly less boring dance enthuisiasts appeared at the door. The dancers were polite if empty-handed, humorous if homo erotic, and they made apologies for neither demeanor nor body odor as they commenced with the guzzling of innumerable bottles of lukewarm Huber Bock beer. Soon after, the enigmatic troupe, along with some committed party guests, began a 7 person dance circle and performed an inspired interpretation of Shut Up by the Blackeyed Peas. As the dancing intensified, the door to the dance room was barricaded by the performers. The walls shook with the reverberations of their vigorous and beautiful movements, and it wasn't long before an angry lesbian broke through the barricade, demanding that the dancers decrease the volume and fervor of their performance. The dancers smiled politely back at the creature, but continued to dance with undiminished vitality and verve. The girl retreated back behind the futon barricade and out the living room door. The dancers turned up the music. This might well be considered the climax of the evening. It was, after all, 5am, and the dancers had alienated all of the borish white people save a single long john-clad follower who had continued romping with the professionals, approaching if not matching the dancers' energy to a surprising degree. It may however have been just the beginning. We will never know, because the next person to breach the furniture blockade was the angriest white man any of the dancers had ever seen. His fury was matched only by his idiocy, and the exchange that ensued will not be reproduced here to protect the dear readers from becoming dumber just for having read of this man's words. Suffice it to say that the night ended in near-violence, but both the dancers and the troglodyte escaped unscathed. Within mere moments of the scuffle, the dancers were gone-vanishing into the night as mysteriously as they had arrived, leaving the cutest girl who ever went to Central High School standing alone in the doorway, waving a teal spandex kerchief and brushing a single tear from her eye.
