Dr. Jack Wheeler
October 1, 2012
Beijing. I've just come back from two weeks in a hermetically sealed land. No internet, no cell phones, no contact with the outside world. It is George Orwell's 1984 made real, where its inhabitants truly, deeply, passionately love and worship Big Brother.
These people were born on an isolated political island cut off from the world, and have lived all their lives surrounded by a sea of state-worship propaganda. The State makes every effort to prevent them from learning anything about their country or the world it doesn't want them to.
The word that summarizes being here is suffocation. You are constantly, ubiquitously, unrelentingly suffocated with the deification of the rulers. The films on television or in the theatres are propaganda productions without exception, with unending smiling, laughing, happy faces, everyone so joyously doing whatever their work is.
There is never, ever, the slightest hint of criticism, cynicism, or irony. All forms of art are suffocatingly saccharine, all the pictures, paintings, songs and singing are beautiful, smiling, and sugary sweet. This is the Land Without Irony, where Doubt is never permitted.
You'd think that this is the world's craziest country. But after returning from my second venture into it - I was here two years ago as well - I am convinced that it isn't. I'm now headed for one even crazier - much crazier, in fact. Where have I been and where am I going?
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