Yes I do. The firmness of Joes interjection took us all by surprise. To be honest, I had assumed he wasnt listening. And not because he enjoyed making waves, not because he enjoyed thumbing his nose at Beijing, but because he was doing his job. Nobody is saying that Chris Patten is a saint, Miles. He has his vanities, he has his ego, we all do. But in this instance he was brave and true to his principles. In fact it amazes me that people still question what he tried to do. Making sure that the people of Hong Kong enjoy the same quality of life under the Chinese government that theyve enjoyed under British rule for the past ninety-nine years wasnt a particularly bold strategy. It was just common sense. It wasnt just the right thing to do morally; it was the only thing to do, politically and economically. Imagine the alternative.
Yes I do. The firmness of Joes interjection took us all by surprise. To be honest, I had assumed he wasnt listening. And not because he enjoyed making waves, not because he enjoyed thumbing his nose at Beijing, but because he was doing his job. Nobody is saying that Chris Patten is a saint, Miles. He has his vanities, he has his ego, we all do. But in this instance he was brave and true to his principles. In fact it amazes me that people still question what he tried to do. Making sure that the people of Hong Kong enjoy the same quality of life under the Chinese government that theyve enjoyed under British rule for the past ninety-nine years wasnt a particularly bold strategy. It was just common sense. It wasnt just the right thing to do morally; it was the only thing to do, politically and economically. Imagine the alternative.
Isabella did a comic beam of pride and grabbed Joes hand, muttering, Join us after this break, when Joe Lennox tackles world poverty
Oh come on. Miles drained his vodka and tonic as if it were a glass of water. I love you, man, but youre so fucking naive. Chris Patten is a politician. No politician ever did anything except for his own personal gain.
Are all Americans this cynical? Isabella asked. This deranged?
Only the stupid ones, I replied, and Miles threw a chewed olive stone at me. Then Joe came back at him.
You know what, Miles? He lit a cigarette and pointed it like a dart across the table. Ever since Ive known you youve been delivering this same old monologue about Patten and the Brits and how were all in it for the money or the personal gain or whatever argument youve concocted to make yourself feel better about the compromises you make every day down at the American embassy. Well call me naive, but I believe there is such a thing as a decent man and Patten is the closest thing youre going to get to it in public life. The arrival of our starters did nothing to deflect Joe from the task he had set himself. Miles pretended to be enthralled by his grilled prawns, but all of us knew he was about to get pummelled. Its time I put you out of your misery. I dont want to come off sounding like a PR man for Chris Patten, but pretty much all of the commitments made to the people of Hong Kong five years ago have been fulfilled by his administration. There are more teachers in schools, more doctors and nurses in hospitals, thousands of new beds for the elderly. When Patten got here in 92 there were sixty-five thousand Cantonese living in slum housing. Now there are something like fifteen thousand. You should read the papers, Miles, its all in there. Crime is down, pollution is down, economic growth up. In fact the only thing that hasnt changed is people like you bitching about Patten because he got in the way of you making a lot of money. I mean isnt that the argument? Appeasement? Isnt that the standard Sinologist line on China? Dont upset the suits in Beijing. In the next twenty years theyll be in charge of the second biggest economy in the world. We need them onside so we can build General Motors factories in Guangdong, investment banks in Shenzhen, sell Coca-Cola and cigarettes to the biggest market the world has ever known. Whats a few votes in Hong Kong or a guy getting his fingernails ripped out by the PLA if we can get rich in the process? Isnt that the problem? Patten has given you a conscience.
Joe gave this last word real spit and venom and all of us were a little taken aback. It wasnt the first time that I had seen him really go at Miles for the lack of support towards Patten shown by Washington, but he had never done so in front of Isabella and it felt as though two or three tables were listening in. For a while we just picked at our food until the argument regained its momentum.
Spoken like a true patriot, Miles said. Maybe youre too good for freight forwarding, Joe. Ever thought about applying for a job with the Foreign Office?
This was water off a ducks back. What are you trying to say, Miles? Joe said. Whats that chip telling you on your shoulder?
This was one of the reasons Miles liked Joe: because he took him on; because he bullied the bully. He was smart enough to pick apart his arguments and not be daunted by the fact that Miless age and experience vastly outweighed his own.
Ill tell you what its telling me. Its telling me that youre confusing a lot of different issues. Things were a little calmer now and we were able to eat while Miles held forth. Patten pissed off a lot of people in the business community, here and on both sides of the Atlantic. This is not just an American phenomenon, Joe, and you know it. Everybody wants to take advantage of the Chinese market-the British, the French, the Germans, the fuckin Eskimos-because, guess what, were all capitalists and thats what capitalists do. Capitalism drove you here in your cab tonight. Capitalism is going to pay for your dinner. Christ, Hong Kong is the last outpost of the British Empire, an empire whose sole purpose was to spread capitalism around the globe. And having a governor of Hong Kong with no experience of the Orient parachuting in at the last minute trying to lecture a country of 1.3 billion people about democracy and human rights-a country, dont forget, that could have had this colony shut down in a weekend at any point over the past hundred years-well, that isnt the ideal way of doing business. If you want to promote democracy, the best way is to open up markets and engage with politically repressed countries at first hand so that they have the opportunity to see how Western societies operate. What you dont do is lock the stable door after the horse has not only bolted, but found itself another stable, redecorated, and settled down with a really fuckin hot filly in a meaningful relationship. Joe shook his head but we were all laughing. And to answer your accusation that my government didnt have a conscience until Chris Patten came along, all I can say is last time I checked we werent the ones willingly handing over six million of our own citizens to a repressive communist regime twenty miles away.
It wasnt a bad retort and Isabella looked across at Joe, as if concerned that he was going to let her down. I tried to intervene.
Confucius has been through all of this before, I said. The superior man understands what is right; the inferior man understands what will sell.
Isabella smiled. He also said, Life is very simple. Its men who insist on making it complicated.
Yeah, said Miles. Probably while getting jerked off by a nine-year-old boy.
Isabella screwed up her face. If you ask my opinion-which I notice none of you are doing-both sides are as bad as each other. Joe turned to face her. The British often act as though they were doing the world a favour for the last three hundred years, as if it was a privilege to be colonized. What everybody always seems to forget is that the empire was a money-making enterprise. Nobody came to Hong Kong to save the natives from the Chinese. Nobody colonized India because they thought they needed railways. It was all about making money. Miles had a gleeful look on his face. Seeing this, Isabella turned to him. You Yanks are no better. The only difference, probably, is that youre more honest about it. Youre not trying to pretend that you care about human rights. You just get on with doing whatever the hell you want.
All of us tried to jump in, but Miles got there first. Look. I remember Tiananmen. Ive seen the reports on torture in mainland China. I realize what these guys are capable of and the compromises were making in the West in order to-
All of us tried to jump in, but Miles got there first. Look. I remember Tiananmen. Ive seen the reports on torture in mainland China. I realize what these guys are capable of and the compromises were making in the West in order to-
Joe was pulled out of the conversation by the pulse of his mobile phone. He removed it from his jacket pocket, muttered a frustrated: Sorry, hang on a minute, and consulted the screen. The read-out said: Percy Craddock is on the radio, which was agreed code for contacting Waterfield and Lenan.
Isabella said, Who is it, sweetheart?
I noticed that Joe avoided looking at her when he replied. Some kind of problem at Heppners. I have to call Ted. Give me two minutes, will you?
Rather than speak on a cellphone, which could be hoovered by one of the Chinese listening stations in Shenzhen, Joe made his way to the back of the restaurant where there was a payphone bolted to the wall. He knew the number of the secure line by heart and was speaking to Lenan within a couple of minutes.
That was quick. Waterfields eminence grise sounded uncharacteristically chirpy.
Kenneth. Hello. Whats up?
Are you having dinner?
Its OK.
Alone?
No. Isabella is here with Will Lasker. Miles, too.
And how is our American friend this evening?
Sweaty. Belligerent. What can I do for you?
Unusual request, actually. Might be nothing in it. We need you to have a word with an eye-eye who came over this morning. Not blind flow. Claims hes a professor of economics. Blind flow was a term for an illegal immigrant coming south from China in the hope of finding work. Everybody else is stuck at a black-tie do down at Stonecutters so the baton has passed to you. I wont say any more on the phone, but there might be some decent product in it. Can you get to the flat in TST by ten-thirty?