Hubris

Bob Dylan Betrays His Roots, His Fans & Chinese Dissidents

The Polemicist

by Michael House

“No reason to get excited,” the thief he kindly spoke./ “There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke./ But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate./So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.” —from “All Along The Watchtower,” by Bob Dylan

LONDON England—(Weekly Hubris)—4/18/11—Bob Dylan was an icon for my generation. Despite having a voice like a corn-crake with laryngitis, in the 60s, the Old Mumbler stood for something: change, peace, progress—a Brave New World.

Last Wednesday, Dylan performed before 6,000 citizens in Pekin. Ticket prices ranged from £30 to £200—serious money in China. The Voice of Protest had agreed to censor his program, omitting subversive songs such as “Blowin’ (sic) in the Wind” and “The Times They Are a-Changin’.”

Dylan performing at the Pekin Workers’ Gymnasium
Dylan performing at the Pekin Workers’ Gymnasium

Dylan once described himself as the “greatest disciple” of the truly great American radical folk-singer, Woody Guthrie. Of course, Judas Iscariot was a disciple of Jesus Christ. No doubt Guthrie would have felt equally betrayed by Dylan’s kow-towing to the fascist regime that runs China.

Dylan had agreed, as part of the deal, not to “upset the Chinese people.” Since the Chinese people have never been consulted about anything in their entire history, it is difficult to know what would have upset them. But, just to be on the safe side, Dylan allowed the Chinese authorities to vet his program for subversive material.

He had the brass nerve to sing “Forever Young” as an encore. Songs he did not quite sing included “Hey, Mr. Mandarin man,” “A Hard-Reigning Dynasty’s Gonna Fall,” “It’s All Over Now, Rabid Crew,” and “Ai Weiwei 61 Revisited” (see below).

One most appropriate number was “Gonna Change My Way of Thinking.” The man whose songs were once a clarion call for dissent and defiance had neutered himself for cash.

Meanwhile, in the rest of China, there has been for several weeks a savage clamp-down on dissidents. Human rights lawyers, bloggers and activists had been disappearing into the slavering maw of the Chinese gulag. A frenzied attempt had been made to shut down any source of opposition. Events in Japan, North Africa, and the Middle East provided an ideal cover. And Western governments, terrified of being cut off from the milch-cow of Chinese capitalism, said and did nothing.

Most notable was the kidnapping and detention of Ai Weiwei. He is an artist and curator of art, architect, film-maker and trouble-maker. He is fat, ugly and unshaven—a sort of Chinese Michael Moore. He specializes in investigating government corruption and graft. He made a major nuisance of himself over schools in Sichuan province that collapsed during the earthquake in 2008. He was artistic consultant on the design of the Pekin National Stadium for the 2008 Olympic Games. He holds an honorary doctorate from the University of Ghent in Belgium and, in 2010, he was ranked 13th (ominously) in a survey of the 100 most influential people in contemporary art, by the publication ArtReview.

On 3 April, three days before the Dylan concert, Ai Weiwei was seized by Chinese police at Pekin Airport and his studio sealed and ransacked. The day after the concert, in response to worldwide expressions of concern by human rights groups, the Chinese announced that the 53-year-old was being investigated for “economic crimes.” The single-sentence report, deleted shortly after it appeared, was published by the Xinhua state news agency.

American readers will recall that when the authorities couldn’t nail Al Capone for real crimes, they finally got him for tax evasion.

Bob Dylan was not available for comment. The press was told: “he’s not doing any interviews.” No doubt, part of the deal by which he earned his 30 pieces of silver.

“Ai Weiwei’s Blog: Writings, Interviews and Digital Rants, 2006-2009,” edited and translated by Lee Ambrozy, is published by MIT. His blog was closed down by the Thought Police in May 2009, deleting 2,700 posts. He savaged, inter alia, Chinese TV (“a bunch of phoneys and whores”) and academic conferences (“horseshit cultural forums”). He lived in the US from 1981 to 1993, hence his mastery of the American idiom.

It is unclear at this time whether Bob Dylan has been invited to appear on Chinese TV.

Michael House, FRGS was born, of rural, peasant stock, in Somerset, England. He read law at Exeter College, Oxford and was elected President of the Oxford Union. In 1974, along with five colleagues, House started up a set of barristers' chambers in three little rooms in Lincoln's Inn, London, specializing in human rights and in representing the poor and dispossessed. The set now comprises 170 members and occupies a 17th-century building that was home to the only British Prime Minister to be assassinated (Spencer Perceval, 1812). In 1987, depressed by Mrs. Thatcher's third election victory, House fled to Greece for three years, where he was published in The Athenian and The Southeastern Review. He also there met his archaeologist wife, Diane. The pair returned to England in 1990 after a half-year, round-the-world trip, and settled in London and Northamptonshire. Since then, by way of escape from humdrum criminality, House has traveled in Tibet, Nepal, Sikkim, Ladakh, Uzbekistan, India, Pakistan, Turkey, Morocco, Syria, Jordan, Libya, Mongolia, Kashmir, and Sri Lanka, where only the stout walls of Galle Fort saved him and his spouse from being swept away by the tsunami. House returns to Greece, his second home, almost every year. He has written for, inter alia, History Today, the Universities Quarterly, the Sydney Morning Herald, and the Rough Guide to Greece. House practices criminal defense law from Garden Court Chambers, Lincoln's Inn Fields, in London, and hopes that if he keeps on practicing, he may eventually get the hang of it. His yet unachieved ambitions are: to farm alpacas; see Tibet liberated from the Chinese jackboot; and live to see Britain a socialist republic. (Author Head Shot Augment: René Laanen.)

6 Comments

  • Michael House

    Please, someone, disagree, argue, attack my thesis. Am I perpetually preaching to the converted?

  • eboleman-herring

    Hi, Barbara! WH’s Editor here: Michael, who’s British, spells Peking “Pekin,” and I let him. After all, I remove all his “u’s” from words such as “Labour”: his UK-place-name spellings are the least I can allow him.

  • Michael House

    Under the Wade-Giles system of phonetics, the word for the Chinese capital is Pekin, The Chinese government introduced the pinyin system, under which the word is Beijing. However, since that gerontocracy has no legitimacy, I ignore its rulings, just as I ignore the Burmese junta calling its country Myanmar. Thanks for your interest.

  • eboleman-herring

    Michael, you are not only the most politically correct (in fact, THE perfect title for your columns), but linguistically ethical creature I know. There’s a very interesting column in this, as Americans–your readers, largely, alas, as we do no outreach, per se, in the UK–are almost wholly unaware of these “niceties.” Over here, of late though, the Republicans have renamed the Democratic Party “The Democrat Party.” So, you can immediately tell the goats from the sheep by which term they use….which is useful. Either you or Skip, or both, might have a go at parsing Wade-Giles et al for the hoi polloi.