Several other cities were in the running for the big prize
– Toronto, Paris, Istanbul, and Osaka. Fairly safe choices
in comparison to Beijing. All pretty stable. All well equipped
to host the biggest sporting event on the planet. But for
the IOC, Beijing proved irresistible. Stage the Olympics,
make the world a safer place. Who could argue with that?
Instead of awarding the Summer Games to China in response
for progress made in human rights and democracy, the IOC seems
to have given the prize as a “dangling carrot,” saying, “Here
it is, now earn it.” Ideally, the Olympic Games are an international
spectacle that transcends politics. The Summer Games are supposed
to provide a four-year respite from the grim reality of the
world, a sort of global cease-fire where we forget about warring
armies and ideologies. For a few weeks, we are supposed to
bask in the glory of athletic excellence and, inevitably,
end up cheering for some underdog whose name we can’t pronounce,
from a country we’ve never heard of, in a sport we never really
understood.
Ideally, the Olympics are a “no spin zone,” free of all the
nasty stuff that makes the 6 O’clock News. But when it came
down to the vote, politics won out. The IOC and Chinese government
readily admit they hope the Summer Games will be a springboard
to accelerate reform. The rationale behind the Beijing vote
was that human rights progress and further democratization
of the world’s largest nation would be facilitated through
the watchful eye of the media.
If these advances do occur, the world will be a better place
and the IOC will receive due praise for its role. But one
need only to look back to1936 to realize awarding the Olympic
games doesn’t guarantee advancing human rights. The 1936 games
were held in Berlin, Germany. The power base for Hitler’s
Nazi regime. Many think that hosting the games solidified
Hitler’s power and helped span, just a few years later, the
Nazi’s bloodbath that innundated Europe and eventually the
whole planet.
Let’s not forget the images the world saw in and around Tiananmen
Square in June of 1989, when the People’s Liberation Army
turned its guns on it’s own citizens. The Chinese government
never released an official toll of those who died, but estimates
range from several hundred to the thousands. Those appalling
images of brutality will not go away; all the PR and political
lobbying in the world can’t erase them. Most of the key players
involved in the protests were either killed, jailed, or forced
into exile. But their voices are still heard in the consciences
of those who enjoy freedom.
To be fair, Jiang Zemin has made progress in modernization,
but there is a lot of work to be done before China can legitimately
join the rank of civilized nations. Documented summary trials
and hasty executions undermine the nation’s efforts to win
global respect. It is indeed troublesome that one of China’s
greatest exports is “harvested organs,” most coming from executed
criminals and some allegedly taken before the unwilling donor
had actually died.
Nonetheless, if awarding the Summer Olympics to Beijing will
become the catalyst for real and substantial reform in the
People’s Republic of China, the nations of the world will
have reason to rejoice. Manufacturers worldwide are licking
their chops at the prospect of marketing their products to
several billion souls. Politicians are giddy over the opportunity
to bring an isolated society into the open.
It won’t be easy, but if IOC’s plan succeeds, the thousands
who perished in Tiananmen Square, the “Cultural Revolution,”
and other purges may not have died in vain. They paved the
road to the present, but the destination, long sought, is
still to be seen.
Actually, the Olympic Spirit can be summed up in that simple
image we all remember of the figure of a lone man holding
a squad of Chinese tanks at bay. That man represents all of
the athletes who have ever and who will participate in the
planet’s greates showcase. Determined, focused, and probably
a little bit crazy – that guy touched the same nerve in all
of us. It’s the same nerve that sings when a kid from some
country we’ve never heard of excels in a sport we don’t even
understand. There’s beauty and humanity in that.