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NEVER TURN BACK
NEVER TURN BACK
C HINA AND TH E F O R B ID D EN H IST O RY O F T HE 1 9 8 0s
JULIAN GEWIRTZ
T H E B E L K N A P P R E S S O F H A R VA R D U N I V E R S I T Y P R E S S
2022
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T h e L i br a ry of C ong r e s s h a s c ata l o g e d t h e pr i n t e d
e di t ion a s f ol l ow s:
Introduction
◇ Forbidden History 1
P A R T I ◆ I D E O L O G Y A N D P R O P A G A N D A 31
P A R T I I
◆ T H E E C O N O M Y 65
P A R T I I I
◆ T E C H N O L O G Y 107
P A R T I V
◆ P OL I T IC A L M O D E R N I Z A T I O N 143
P A R T V
◆ B E F O R E T I A NA N M E N 177
P A R T V I
◆ T I A NA N M E N A N D A F T E R 235
Conclusion
◇ A New Era 297
Abbreviations 305
Notes 309
Acknowl e dgments 395
Index 399
Forbidden History
On January 18, 2005, tucked away on page four of the official People’s
Daily, just below an article on post-tsunami inspections and above a
weather report, a three-line notice reported the death of an eighty-five-
year-old man: “Comrade Zhao Ziyang suffered from long-term diseases
of the respiratory system and the cardiovascular system and had been
hospitalized multiple times, and following the recent deterioration of his
condition, he was unable to be rescued and died on January 17 in Beijing
at the age of 85.”1
A casual reader of the newspaper would certainly be forgiven for not
noticing the item. The obituary was notable mainly for its brevity and
omissions: it did not mention that Zhao had held China’s top two lead-
ership posts as premier of the State Council and then as general secre-
tary of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). Nor did it acknowledge
that he had made any contributions to China’s “reform and opening,”
the agenda of economic development and openness to the world China
pursued soon a fter the death of Mao Zedong. “Reform and opening” re-
mained as a centerpiece of official policy, mentioned nearly a dozen
times in that day’s newspaper, but Zhao’s central role in shaping it had
2 Introduction
The fundamental question of the 1980s was one that had motivated Chi-
nese officials and intellectuals for a c entury: how can China become
modern? Deng Xiaoping declared in January 1980 that “modernization”
was “the essential condition for solving both our domestic and our ex-
ternal problems,” and the 1980s would be “a decade of great importance—
indeed, a crucial decade—to China’s development.”3
For Chinese officials and intellectuals, the challenge was to find a
“Chinese” path to modernization that did not copy or import wholesale
a foreign conception of modernity. To be sure, some thinkers embraced
the West with few reservations, praising “Americanization” and “West-
ernization.”4 But t hose views w
ere unusual. The more important predica-
ment was how to define modernization anew in China—drawing on
ideas and innovations from around the world but on Chinese terms.
To Deng Xiaoping, economic development was the essential element
of modernization, and to achieve this goal, he was willing to permit
markets to multiply and international trade to expand. But becoming
richer on its own was not enough. Deng and other senior officials devoted
significant attention to other domains that constituted China’s mod-
ernization, including official ideology, advanced technology for both eco-
nomic and military purposes, and the political system. They projected
confidence, despite daunting challenges. On a hike up Luosanmei hill
in Guangdong Province in January 1984, Deng Xiaoping was warned
that the path ahead was steep and treacherous—and in a moment made
4 Introduction
for propaganda, Deng replied sportingly, “Never turn back.” The line
soon was widely publicized as a mantra for the leadership’s resolve to
forge ahead with reforms no m atter the difficulty, though it belied the
fierce contestation raging over China’s future.5
The Chinese leadership in the 1970s had embraced a set of objectives,
proposed by Zhou Enlai, known as the Four Modernizations—
developing “modern agriculture, industry, national defense, and sci-
ence and technology (S&T).” However, the Four Modernizations were
only one piece of a much larger agenda.6 Dissidents called for democ
ratization, which activist Wei Jingsheng called the “fifth modernization,”
and others sought to modernize Marxism-Leninism for a new era of eco-
nomic and technological transformation. Theoretician Su Shaozhi said
in 1986, “In China, we usually speak of the ‘Four Modernizations’ but
in my opinion, this is not sufficient. . . . In my view modernization should
be comprehensive, which means not only economic but also political and
ideological.”7
This book highlights both these debates about modernization and the
CCP’s repression of this history. After setting the scene at the dawning
of the 1980s, it examines four realms of contestation: ideology, the
economy, technology, and the political system. It is deliberately selective,
revealing how top officials, their policy advisers, and their wider networks
grappled with challenges and changes in these domains. Its focus is on
domestic policy, though it often references China’s intellectual, diplomatic,
and economic opening to the world. Then the book shows how the polit-
ical crises culminating in the Tiananmen crackdown of 1989 led to a
systematic rewriting of the history of the 1980s in ways that profoundly
shaped China’s ongoing transformation.
In many accounts, the 1980s is seen as “the era of Deng Xiaoping,”
and indeed Deng plays a central role in this story.8 But one of the objec-
tives of this book is to correct widespread perceptions that Deng Xiaoping
was personally responsible for the policies of the 1980s, particularly the
economic policies of the “reform and opening.” Deng has been the ben-
eficiary of hagiographical treatment. In fact, Deng was not regularly and
actively engaged in policymaking throughout the 1980s. He was ex-
tremely active in 1978–1980, when he outmaneuvered Mao’s designated
successor, Hua Guofeng, to take power, and again at certain moments
in the subsequent decade, most crucially during the 1989 protest move-
Introduction 5
heady growth rates, exceeding 10 percent annual growth for half of the
decade, Chinese society became increasingly vibrant and was at times a
source of significant pressure on the leadership—from workers who
spoke out and sometimes crossed the line, to iconoclastic students who
criticized the CCP on the streets and in writing. Many of t hese figures
had profound disagreements about how the country should move for-
ward. Their voices s haped the continuing intensive contestation over
China’s path forward.
Studying China’s 1980s as history opens up new directions for both
scholarly and public discussion, building on important studies of the pe-
riod by political scientists, economists, journalists, and recently some
historians.14 It gives us an important opportunity to situate China at the
center of the stories of neoliberal globalization, growing interdepen-
dence, and the information revolution, all crucial dimensions of the global
1980s. So often, China seems to sit apart, always an exception to the
rule—but in fact, the reemergent Chinese varieties of capitalism and
the changes in China’s political economy were deeply connected to the
international history of the late–Cold War era. Internal debates about
how China would modernize were occurring in an explicitly transna-
tional context, with substantial engagement with ideas and trends
from both sides of the socialist-capitalist divide. At the decade’s end,
the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of communism in Eastern
Europe played a particularly powerful role in shaping the worldviews
of China’s leaders, crystallizing that another pathway—chaos, the loss
of power, and the fragmentation of the nation—lurked in wait if their
experiments failed.
It is now clear that China’s experience is reshaping how scholars and
practitioners understand capitalism, development, and modernization
in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. Yet many significant aspects
of China’s experience, whether the extraordinary fluidity of the 1980s
or the role of ideas in shaping China’s rise, remain to be reckoned with.
There was no clear-cut “state” versus “market” duality but rather a con-
stant intermingling of developmental forces, with trial-and-error poli-
cies that arose from the grassroots as well as the “commanding heights.”15
Instead of the factional model of competition over raw political power
that has predominated in scholarship on the period, this book fore-
Introduction 7
As I researched the 1980s, I understood this history had been the sub-
ject of such thoroughgoing manipulation that revisiting it is impossible
without also examining what it means in Chinese politics.18 So this book
delves into the dramatic process of rewriting history that followed the
violent repression of 1989. Using newly obtained propaganda and censor-
ship directives, I reveal how the CCP rewrote this history: the internal
process of erasing Zhao Ziyang, building up the threats of Western
infiltration, and recasting the trajectory of China’s modernization.
This historical revision went well beyond what I was already aware
of, such as the well-k nown official spin about the decision to use force
against the protesters. It went far deeper into how the CCP wanted
people—inside China and around the world—to think about China’s
past, present, and future. China’s rulers used the process of rewriting
what had happened to dramatically limit the range of possible paths the
country could take, seeking to end lingering uncertainties about how it
ought to modernize. This was designed to exclude and forbid the repre
sentation of forces pushing for alternative paths. Instead, it advanced a
triumphant story of wise, resolute decisions propelling China’s rise on
the single correct path taken, bolstering the CCP’s legitimacy.19 One
8 Introduction
thinks of the Party’s slogan in George Orwell’s 1984: “Who controls the
past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”20
The crucial turning point in t hese shifts in China was the crackdown
of 1989—a pivotal moment after which CCP rulers changed the way they
understood and spoke about the country’s modernization. In writing on
contemporary China, the period immediately after the massacre is often
treated as a gap: a time of “freeze,” “uncertainty,” or “retrogression” be-
tween June 1989 and Deng Xiaoping’s Southern Tour of early 1992, like
a brief parenthesis in a much longer and more important sentence. In
this book, I take a different approach. For official views about how China
should modernize, the period between the summer of 1989 and early
1992 was in fact of the greatest possible enduring importance. It wit-
nessed the consolidation and “rectification” of ideas about China’s po
litical and economic organization, and its modernization, which remain
intact t oday. Deng’s Southern Tour marked the acceleration of economic
growth but did not fundamentally alter these concepts that undergird
the Chinese system.
We have long known that changes like the erasure of Zhao Ziyang
took place, of course. What is new is that rather than inferring it from
the outside in, we can use documentary sources to see this erasure and
distortion happening from the inside out. We can see China’s rulers
making history just as they made policy.
This process of rewriting history has created pervasive manipulations
and limitations in the source base for research on China’s recent past.
To address these challenges, I have adopted two approaches. First, this
book uses internal Chinese documents, many of which are still formally
classified but have become available through a variety of channels, from
high-profile leaks to quiet appearance in foreign collections. These in-
clude reliable and detailed records of leadership discussions, internal
briefing documents, unpublished speeches, archives inside and espe-
cially outside of China, oral history interviews, and printed materials. I
was also fortunate to speak over the years with many former officials,
prominent intellectuals, and family members of individuals who w ere
influential during the 1980s. (To protect their identities at a time of in-
tensified repression inside China, I have not used their names.) Of course,
in keeping with the theme of rewriting history, memories are sources
Introduction 9
Lianke has written. “It now appears the opposite is true. . . . You w ill be
awarded power, fame, and money as long as you are willing to see what
is allowed to be seen, and look away from what is not allowed to be looked
at; as long as you are willing to sing the praises of what needs to be
praised and ignore what needs to be blanked out.”24
Within China, the safest bet often is simply to pretend that this pe-
riod does not exist. In 2014, the scriptwriter of a propaganda television
series on Deng Xiaoping was asked at a news conference why he had de
cided to stop the show abruptly in 1984 when Deng had remained
powerful for years thereafter. The writer’s answer was unexpectedly
candid: “After 1984 would be too difficult to write,” he said. “It would be
too hard to h andle.”25
This book goes to the heart of how the Communist Party understands
itself and legitimates its rule. China today has become the world’s second-
largest economy and a burgeoning superpower. With these successes,
the party’s argument for legitimacy is also explicitly historical, posi-
tioning itself as the natural outcome of China’s long history and the one
political group that was finally able to “modernize” China a fter many
other failed attempts.26 And the party remains deeply invested in main-
taining its monopoly on how people in China and internationally inter-
pret that rise and talk about its history. It is now speaking much more
openly about a “Chinese model” and “Chinese wisdom” for developing
countries, all of which are based on its official version of the recent past.27
Of course, other governments rewrite history and always have—
whether the damnatio memoriae of ancient Rome or the Soviet Union’s
airbrushing of purged officials. National myths, and the brutalities of
imperialism, racism, and authoritarianism they elide, are central flash-
points in public life from the United States to South Africa to Eastern
Europe.28 China’s rulers themselves have been rewriting history for cen-
turies, with great political effort devoted to crafting the annals of dy-
nasties and suppressing alternative narratives.29 But as China’s power
increases, it is more important than ever to understand the political cen-
Introduction 11
trality of control over history to this newly restored g reat power. The
narratives China’s rulers choose to forbid and occlude are as revealing
as what they choose to spotlight.
The erasures and distortions of the 1980s have led to a lack of public
awareness about this period inside China, an extension of what jour-
nalist Louisa Lim, writing about the Tiananmen crackdown, called a
kind of historical “amnesia.” The former political reform official Wu Wei
has written that “the younger generation is now all but unaware of what
happened in the 1980s.”30 It is hard to blame them; stripped of contesta-
tion and imagination and turned into a jubilant story of the CCP’s stew-
ardship, the official narrative is both dull and vague, making the 1980s
sound like a tedious march up the mountain of gross domestic product,
beneath the benevolently outstretched hand of Deng Xiaoping.
Yet, in looking beyond the myths the CCP has pushed out into the
world, we must also not fall into nostalgia for the 1980s. In the many
conversations I had while researching this book, I heard wistful tones
in the voices of my interlocutors. One Chinese writer exclaimed as we
sipped margaritas, “That was the time to be young!” Of course, living
through the period was far from easy. Ideologized initiatives to purge
China of new lifestyles and influences were frequent, and crackdowns
and violence remained major features of political life. However, we
should be able to hold multiple ideas in mind at once, seeing the contes-
tation and violence as well as the optimism and sense of possibility.
Saying that China’s 1980s were different from what came after is not to
say that it should (or could) be sought as the goal for China today or
China in the f uture. But we can acknowledge that this decade’s history
will remain one of the possible sources of China’s f uture—as material
that can serve as a “usable past,” in the words of American cultural critic
Van Wyck Brooks.31
“The ultimate mark of power may be its inevitability; the ultimate
challenge, the exposition of its roots,” wrote anthropologist Michel-
Rolph Trouillot.32 Unearthing t hese roots is the task of uncovering the
“political architecture” of Chinese development—both how change oc-
curred and how the party-state gave political meaning to those changes.33
But it is also, ultimately, about investigating the sources, and the limits,
12 Introduction
of the CCP’s power. Power is wedded to how the past is told—in China
and around the world.
For China’s rulers t oday, this fuller history of the 1980s is not just “un-
usable” or useless; it is threatening. But Chinese history has not ended
with Xi Jinping’s rise to dominance. Prospects for change—whether they
come from within the party or outside of it—will one day look to the
history of the 1980s to help understand what China might yet become.
◆ C H A P T E R 1
◆
China’s 1980s began with both a call for modernization and a reassess-
ment of history. In January 1980, in the same speech in which Deng
Xiaoping deemed modernization “the essential condition for solving both
our domestic and our external problems,” he also turned his attention
to another task, one that he believed was intimately connected to the
project of modernizing China. The time had come to “tackle historical
issues,” Deng declared. “We w ill probably work out a formal resolution
on certain historical questions this year.”1
What Deng had in mind was a reckoning—w ith the tumult of the
Mao era, the crimes and injustices committed, and the uncertainty about
what the P eople’s Republic of China (PRC) was without Mao Zedong.
Deng had also come to believe that reevaluating the CCP’s history was
a prerequisite to his ambitious plans for modernization—and not only
because it would bolster his own position and power. With historical
questions unresolved, restoring the unity of the party and the country
after the chaotic conflicts of the Cultural Revolution (1966–1976) would
be impossible. And without unity, Deng believed, ideological, economic,
technological, and political modernization would be unattainable.
14 Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization
In fact, this shift to reassess the history of the Mao era had started
almost immediately after Mao’s death on September 9, 1976. Who would
succeed Mao and embody his legacy, and how would that legacy be un-
derstood? Mao had designated a successor, Hua Guofeng. However,
Mao’s wife, Jiang Qing—inherently representing a uniquely strong link
to Mao—moved rapidly to seize power with three other high officials,
Zhang Chunqiao, Wang Hongwen, and Yao Wenyuan. This so-called
Gang of Four w ere viewed as having perpetrated some of the Cultural
Revolution’s worst excesses, along with Mao’s one-time successor Lin
Biao (who had died years e arlier in a mysterious plane crash).2 So within
weeks of Mao’s funeral, Hua Guofeng allied with CCP elders and the
military brass—especially Marshal Ye Jianying, a distinguished former
military leader with sterling CCP credentials dating back to the Long
March of 1934–1935—to arrest the gang and their supporters. The gang
was charged with instigating a “counterrevolutionary” plot to take con-
trol of the country.3
The news was met with public jubilation. Carousing students and
teachers emptied store shelves of liquor in Beijing’s university district.
When photographs of Mao’s memorial service were subsequently pub-
lished, the gang had vanished, airbrushed out of memory and replaced
by the Beijing horizon. Shortly thereafter, Hua helped to cement his own
legitimacy by revealing a short message Mao had scratched out shortly
before his death: “With you in charge, I am at ease.” 4 Hua had crushed
his biggest threat and, with the Gang of Four safely in prison, seemed
to be in a strong position as both CCP chairman (the head of the party)
and premier (the head of the government).
Yet Hua still faced the problem of Mao’s legacy. Many of Mao’s deci-
sions had caused immense human suffering. The Great Leap Forward
attempted to revolutionize China’s agriculture and industry, but it col-
lapsed into horrific famine, killing an estimated 30 million people. The
Cultural Revolution sought to purify Chinese civilization and Chinese
communism, but it became a tragedy of mob rule: children denounced
their parents and teachers, neighbors turned on each other, and gangs
humiliated “counterrevolutionaries.” In some provinces, rival factions
descended into all-out warfare. An estimated 1.6 million people were
killed, and tens of millions more experienced unthinkable anguish.
Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization 15
Mao’s call to “bombard the headquarters” meant that nearly the entire
leadership had suffered—denounced, sent to conduct forced l abor in the
countryside, imprisoned.5 Even so, Mao had been the nation’s founder
and its paramount leader for many decades as well as the CCP’s global
symbol. Its legitimacy remained inextricable from Mao, despite his
abuses. Hua, like many senior officials, felt that the CCP had no choice
but to remain the party of Mao.
A fter the chaos of September 1976, one of the g reat questions con-
fronting Hua was what to do with the officials purged by Mao, as well
as how to handle the millions of ordinary individuals who had been de-
nounced. One case was particularly difficult: the longtime top official
Deng Xiaoping. Deng was attacked during the Cultural Revolution as
China’s “number-two capitalist roader” (the “number one” title was held
by Liu Shaoqi, the president of the PRC who had died in prison in 1969).
However, Deng had extraordinary status within the party and in the
People’s Liberation Army (PLA), having played a prominent role in the
revolution and the early decades of the PRC. Around five feet tall, Deng’s
outsize personality was also unusually popular with the Chinese p eople.6
Deng’s case was further complicated because of this intense public
concern with his fate. On April 4, 1976, before Mao’s death, an estimated
2 million people had gathered spontaneously on Qingming Festival—the
traditional day of mourning—to pay homage to longtime premier Zhou
Enlai, who had died in January of that year. They laid wreaths with mes-
sages to mourn Zhou, praise his deputy Deng Xiaoping, and criticize the
CCP leadership’s treatment of both men. On April 5, the leadership called
in the PLA and other forces in the area to clear Tiananmen Square. This
“Tiananmen incident” proceeded without any recorded deaths, though
many arrests occurred thereafter, Deng was once again punished, and
the spontaneous protests w ere labeled “counterrevolutionary.”7
In late 1976, Hua Guofeng began a vociferous nationwide campaign
to criticize the Gang of Four, alongside a process of “reversing the ver-
dicts” of p eople who had opposed the gang. Hua and his colleagues also
began to release prisoners who had been punished for their actions
during the Tiananmen incident and determined in early 1977 that Deng
Xiaoping could return to work in the near future. In all these domains,
Frederick Teiwes and Warren Sun have argued, Hua took the lead.8 Hua
16 Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization
also took significant steps to solidify Mao’s legacy and even to ensure
that he remained an unmovable presence at the heart of Beijing: Despite
Mao’s request to be cremated, his corpse was embalmed and placed at
the center of Tiananmen Square in a mausoleum.9 Hua took charge of
editing volume 5 of Mao’s Selected Works, which became the subject of
significant propaganda efforts.10 Posters depicted ferocious revolution-
aries, fists raised and teeth bared, clutching the new book above the mes-
sage, “Angrily denounce the monstrous crime of usurping the power of
the party by the ‘Gang of Four’ anti-party clique!”11
In early February 1977, the central leadership u nder Hua put forward a
new slogan to strengthen Mao’s legacy: “We firmly defend whatever deci-
sions Chairman Mao made, and we w ill always follow whatever instruc-
tions Chairman Mao gave.” This was not strictly true, as the reversal of
12
verdicts indicated, but this approach soon became known as the “two
whate vers,” and later would be used to caricature Hua Guofeng as a
toady of Mao blindly following “whatever’ the chairman had ordered.13
Hua continued to authorize the rehabilitation of cadres whom Mao had
attacked; by the end of 1977, the leadership had also authorized examina-
tions for university entrance to recommence after more than a decade,
with approximately 5.7 million Chinese students who had seen their edu-
cations disrupted by the Cultural Revolution sitting for the test.14
Hua was not making these decisions alone. The CCP elder Chen Yun
was particularly active in pushing for Deng Xiaoping’s return to work.
The resourceful Chen had served on the Politburo since the 1930s, be-
coming the party’s highest authority on economic m atters. Chen helped
develop the first five-year plan, working closely with Soviet advisers, and
steered the industrial and planning bureaucracies in the early years of
the PRC, including leading the economic recovery a fter the G reat Leap
Forward. When septuagenarians such as Chen and Deng looked at
15
Hua, they saw a novice in the central leadership who had not shared in
their long, tumultuous history together. Although Hua had managed the
initial h andling of Mao’s legacy, many major questions—from the eval-
uation of Mao’s actions during the Cultural Revolution to the unjust ver-
dicts that had been branded onto ordinary p eople—remained unre-
solved. And figures like Chen and Deng would not be happy taking
orders from Hua for long.
Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization 17
whereas almost none in China did. Top leaders warned of grave conse-
quences if China did not get on a better track; Hua Guofeng worried that
China’s economy might be “on the verge of collapse,” and Chen Yun even
suggested that China risked a rural rebellion if the problem of poverty
remained unsolved.21
Hua’s favored approach—importing technology—was not a new idea,
of course. Hundreds of major projects in the 1950s had been set up with
Soviet help; beginning in 1973, Zhou Enlai had made plans to import bil-
lions of dollars in technology from Japan, West Germany, and the
United States. Yet Hua’s plan was unprecedented in its speed and scale—
ballooning to planned imports of $80 billion by the summer of 1978,
earning it the moniker of the “foreign leap forward.” Gu’s delegation to
Europe reported that foreign officials were willing to extend loans to
China of tens of billions of dollars.22 This intensive push to modernize
the Chinese economy u nder Hua Guofeng’s leadership also propelled the
ongoing negotiations to normalize Sino-American and Sino-Japanese
relations. On May 30, 1978, Deng Xiaoping spoke with his adviser Hu
Qiaomu, a preeminent theoretician who had served as Mao’s secretary
before the Cultural Revolution and was leading the newly established
Chinese Academy of Social Sciences (CASS). “Western capitalist coun-
tries, starting from their own interests, want us to be stronger,” Deng said.
“They are willing to lend us money. It’s very stupid if we don’t take it.”23
As rumors raced through Beijing about the dramatic events taking place
at the Central Work Conference, ordinary people started to write com-
ments and essays criticizing the Gang of Four, the Cultural Revolution,
and Mao Zedong. They posted t hese statements on a 200-meter-long
22 Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization
Reckoning with the past was, once again, inextricable from pursuing
modernization.42
However, Deng and his close advisers knew that a more comprehen-
sive reevaluation and rewriting of the CCP’s history was necessary.
Working with Hu Yaobang, Hu Qiaomu, and Deng Liqun, Deng Xiaop-
ing’s mind turned to a type of document that the CCP had issued only
once before: a Resolution on Party History. In 1945, Mao had presided
over the drafting of a historical resolution that built up his own status
as the leader of the party. Hu Qiaomu had drafted the 1945 resolution.
Now, to shore up Deng’s position and resolve open questions about the
recent past, a new resolution was deemed necessary, and Hu Qiaomu
was in the ironic position thirty-five years later of rewriting his own
prior version of history.43 Deng Xiaoping and Hu Yaobang presided
over the drafting, canvassing a wide range of opinions, though, as we
shall see, those other voices w
ere not always listened to. Deng’s com-
ment in January 1980 that the leadership would be able to “work out a
formal resolution on certain historical questions this year” reflected his
optimism that drafting a new Resolution on Party History could be
done relatively quickly.44
Early 1980 also saw Deng’s allies move into new positions of power at
the Fifth Plenum of the 11th Central Committee. Hu Yaobang took up
the position of CCP general secretary, which replaced the position of
chairman that Hua Guofeng had held. Hua stepped down from this party
role, purportedly to focus on his responsibilities as premier. Zhao Ziyang,
the top official in Sichuan Province who had become known for the
successful “Sichuan model” of industrial development and decollectiv-
ized agriculture, was also promoted. He entered the Politburo Standing
Committee and was given chief responsibility for economic policy as
the head of the Central Finance and Economics Leading Small Group,
taking over t hose responsibilities from Chen Yun, who supported the
younger man. In addition to removing officials who had worked closely
with Hua, Deng also installed Chen as head of the Central Commission
for Discipline Inspection, which carried enormous organizational power,
and gave Wan Li, who had spearheaded agricultural reforms in Anhui,
nationwide responsibility for agriculture as a vice premier.45
Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization 25
All of these officials had demonstrated their loyalty to Deng, but they
had differing status with the new paramount leader. Some elders, such
as Chen Yun and Li Xiannian, had been senior officials for decades; they
respected Deng but never saw him as above needing to consider their
views and make compromises with them. Some younger officials (“young”
by CCP standards, in their sixties) like Hu Yaobang had worked closely
with Deng for many years, whereas Zhao and Wan had risen by making
provincial reforms that won them national attention.
Zhao, for example, had become known as a champion of industrial
development and decollectivized agriculture in Sichuan province. In
industry, this model increased the autonomy of state enterprises and
fostered the emergence of small-scale township and village enterprises,
with the total output of industrial production between January and
May 1978 rising by 47.6 percent compared to the same period in 1977. More
importantly, in agriculture, this model pushed forward decollectivization
by permitting peasants to conduct sideline production on privately culti-
vated plots of land and receive payment according to work, while also
giving greater autonomy to production teams by allowing specialized
contracts and cash bonuses. This was a significant difference from the
so-called Dazhai model, the late-Maoist agricultural policy of intensive,
politicized year-round collective labor and local self-sufficiency, centered
on strengthening the institution of the people’s commune (which in-
cluded production brigades and production teams). Recent scholarship
has shown that the commune system successfully increased rural produc-
tion throughout the 1970s, aided by improved agronomy, but it required
significant subsidies from the central government to rural areas. Experi-
ments with individual households making decisions about what to grow
and sell had cropped up in communes across the country, with particu-
larly significant early activity in Anhui province, but ultimately the deci-
sion to decollectivize agriculture was imposed from the top down. Hua
Guofeng favored the commune as the foundation of China’s agriculture,
but in a break with Hua, Deng himself eventually supported these re-
forms to lessen the burden on the central government and further in-
crease nationwide agricultural production, at the urging of Zhao, Wan Li,
and others.46
26 Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization
Deng’s new leadership team had one major task: pursuing “socialist
modernization.” Several weeks after the plenum, another vice premier
and protégé of Chen Yun, Yao Yilin, was placed in charge of the powerful
State Planning Commission (SPC).47 In September 1980, Deng Xiaoping
met with Zhao Ziyang and told him that the leadership had also decided
to formally appoint the younger man premier of the State Council, taking
that role from Hua Guofeng (who remained CCP chairman)—a mete-
oric rise from a provincial post to the pinnacle of the Chinese govern-
ment. Zhao protested modestly that he was too inexperienced, but Deng
replied, “Practice will toughen you up, and you’ll do a good job.” 48
The focus on using the past to promote unity and facilitate the mod-
ernization agenda ran throughout the months of work on the Resolu-
tion on Party History. Prior accounts of its drafting have focused on how
the leadership would evaluate Mao and how this process fit into the
power struggle to oust Hua and build up Deng’s power and status.49 It
did indeed serve these functions, but this close connection between his-
tory and modernization was a third important vector that s haped the
resolution and its significance.
Deng had misjudged how difficult the process of drafting the Reso-
lution on Party History would be. Meeting with the drafting committee
between March and June, he complained that the resolution was “no
good and needs rewriting.” Deng was adamant that Mao’s prestige must
not be significantly undermined and that the document should not be
“too depressing” so it could inspire people to “work with one heart and
one mind for China’s Four Modernizations.”50 Even so, the central lead-
ership also authorized steps to remove many vestiges of Mao’s cult of
personality. Orders went out to paint over Cultural Revolution slogans,
remove and destroy statues of Mao, and suspend distribution of the Quo-
tations of Chairman Mao, better known as the L ittle Red Book.51 Other
efforts continued, such as the posthumous rehabilitation of Liu Shaoqi.52
Significant disagreement on how to h andle sensitive aspects of the
CCP’s history persisted among the resolution’s drafters.53 In August,
Deng decided to intervene, in a highly public fashion, by giving an in-
terview to Italian journalist Oriana Fallaci. He began the interview by
promising to keep Mao’s portrait hanging above Tiananmen “forever.”
Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization 27
Deng said, “In evaluating his merits and mistakes, we hold that his
mistakes w ere only secondary.”54 He wanted above all to avoid repeating
the Soviet Union’s repudiation of Joseph Stalin in 1956, which had trig-
gered instability throughout the Soviet bloc.55 In February 1956, Deng
had been deputy head of the CCP’s delegation at the party congress in
Moscow during which Khrushchev denounced Stalin and was the key
intermediary in relaying the news back to Mao—a searing experience
that clearly remained in his mind.56 Deng seemed also to believe that
too harsh an assessment of Mao would impede China’s modernization.
Following the interview, the team rewrote a complete draft of the reso-
lution to present it to a conference of approximately 4,000 senior cadres
in October 1980.57
The text was being negotiated up to the last minute, with particular
tension over new language that had been introduced to criticize the Gang
of Four and the years following Mao’s death in 1976. Although Ye Jianying,
Deng Xiaoping, Chen Yun, Hu Yaobang, and Zhao Ziyang all approved
this text, Hua Guofeng remained powerful enough to block the additions,
which contained criticisms of decisions he had made.58
The “4,000 Cadre Conference” was tense, emotional, and remarkably
freewheeling. Many participants invoked their suffering during the Cul-
tural Revolution and clamored for a stronger denunciation of Mao. Some
asked that the resolution be delayed so that a fuller historical reckoning,
including a more negative evaluation of Mao, would be possible.59
As this heated discussion continued, Deng Xiaoping huddled with
senior officials. His approach was to reject some feedback from the
conference while using other pieces of feedback to advance his aims. He
insisted firmly that Mao’s status must be upheld. However, with respect
to the conference’s encouragement that the resolution address the pe-
riod following the arrest of the Gang of Four—which would criticize
Hua Guofeng, build up Deng’s role, and highlight the Third Plenum as
“a crucial turning point”—Deng said, “It seems that we s hall have to
write one.” 60 Soon after the conference, Hu Qiaomu produced a new
draft and called for it to be finalized rapidly or risk “political unrest.” 61
The winter of 1980–1981 also saw the central leadership take public
measures to clarify several lingering political issues. In December, to
28 Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization
solidify Deng’s rise and Hua Guofeng’s fall, the Politburo issued a formal
criticism of Hua, casting him as a force that had opposed moderniza-
tion and sought simply to parrot Mao’s line, errors and all.62 Beginning
in November 1980, the leadership also launched show trials of the Gang
of Four and officials close to Lin Biao. The trials were covered in the of-
ficial media, with ample spectacle—some of which seemed unplanned.
In one extraordinary exchange, Jiang Qing shouted, “Everything I did,
Mao told me to do. I was his dog; what he said to bite, I bit. . . . If I am
guilty, how about you all?” But the conclusion was foreordained, with
the harsh “verdicts of history” announced on January 25, 1981.63
Deng was growing impatient. “We have spent more than a year writing
this document,” he complained on May 19. “People are waiting for it.”
He dismissed the need to hold further discussions with the 4,000 cadres
who had met the prior October, announcing instead to the Politburo that
the resolution would be published nationwide on July 1, 1981, the anni-
versary of the CCP’s founding.64 When Central Committee members
proposed significant revisions in a meeting on June 22, Deng snapped,
“There is no time—the resolution must be finalized.” 65
On June 27, the resolution was a dopted by the Sixth Plenum of the
11th Central Committee. Deng had triumphed, pushing through his pre-
ferred version of the CCP’s history and positioning himself as the pro-
tagonist of China’s historical transformation. The resolution told the
story of “sixty years of glorious struggle” since the CCP was founded in
1921, emphasizing the paramount importance of Mao Zedong’s leader-
ship in the revolutionary fight and the building of socialism. “His merits
are primary and his errors secondary,” it determined. The resolution de-
voted particular attention to reckoning with the Cultural Revolution. It
was “initiated and led” by Mao, although Lin Biao and the Gang of Four
had “committed many crimes.” The resolution cast Hua Guofeng as
doing too little to set things right after Mao’s death, but the Third Plenum
of 1978 “marked a crucial turning point of far-reaching significance.” The
resolution presented the plenum at which Deng had taken control as a
shift in all domains, from politics and historical reckoning to agricul-
ture and the economy, rewriting history to present Deng as the key figure
who had “made the strategic decision to shift the focus of work to so-
cialist modernization.” It concluded by reminding readers that the pur-
Reassessing History, Recasting Modernization 29
But what would “modernization” entail? What problems did the Chi-
nese leadership believe they needed to overcome and what was their
desired end state? Th
ere was no consensus on the answers to t hese ques-
tions or why China was “relatively backward,” as the resolution put it.
For China’s rulers, figuring out how the country o
ught to modernize was
the central story of the 1980s—a decade of tumult that would transform
China and the world.
PA R T I
Deng Xiaoping began 1980 in a state of high alarm about the changes
sweeping through Chinese society. “There are now certain ideological
trends in our society, particularly among some young people, which
merit serious attention,” Deng said darkly in early January. The only so-
lution was a concerted propaganda effort to make sure that, when en-
gaging with the capitalist world, “we must never allow ourselves to wor-
ship capitalist countries, to succumb to corrosive capitalist influences,
or to lose the national pride and self-confidence of socialist China.”1
The Propaganda Department leaped into action, starting with using
Deng’s speech itself as a text for cadres to study. The party committee of
each locality and enterprise met to set out its plan. At the Shanghai
Daily Hardware Company, for example, the party committee met on
February 23, 1980, to prepare to lead the factory’s party members to
study Deng’s speech. They scheduled weekly sessions on Saturdays for
the month ahead. The method would be “first, study; second, discuss;
third, compare views”—a process of close reading the speech, discussing
the major ideas in it, and determining correct interpretations. For
workers, they would also carry out larger-scale presentations and
38 I deology and P ropaganda
pline Inspection [CCDI]), took the position that the leadership should
not be surprised; China’s coastal, marketizing southern provinces were
“home ground for bad elements” and historical hotbeds of smuggling
and bribery.8 On January 5, 1982, Chen read a report on rampant smug-
gling in Guangdong and wrote a stern message to his colleagues: “I pro-
pose that we severely punish a few, imprison a few, and even kill a few
who’ve committed the worst crimes.”9 Deng responded approvingly,
and on January 11, General Secretary Hu Yaobang chaired a Politburo
meeting to “strike hard” against economic crimes, issuing an “urgent no-
tice” on curbing t hese illicit activities and deploying CCDI to Guangdong,
Fujian, Zhejiang, and Yunnan Provinces.10
A flurry of arrests and official statements followed, with explicitly ide-
ological framing as “an important part of our struggle against capi
talist corrosion.”11 At a Politburo meeting on April 10, 1982, Deng called
for “a long and frequent struggle” with “two hands”: both continuing to
pursue economic development and cracking down on economic crimes.12
Economic crimes w ere inseparable from conducting market-oriented re-
forms and opening to global capitalism, and Deng’s prescription for
“striking hard” required both political discipline and ideological struggle
to facilitate socialist modernization.
Circulating the official decision on economic crimes, the Propaganda
Department drew a distinction between how this struggle should be
characterized internally and publicly. “Internal education” on the
struggle against economic crimes should focus on “capitalist corrosion,”
whereas public reports should focus on people who “successfully re-
sisted” economic criminality.13 Reflecting these instructions, posters
produced to promote the “strike hard” effort showed images of resolute
Chinese officials, dressed in white, resisting corruption with a powerful
thrust of the palm down toward a proffered bribe. The central leader-
ship’s goal was not simply to crack down but also to “foster a correct
spirit.”14
The sense that socialist ideology was under siege intensified in some
parts of the central leadership in the summer of 1982. Beyond “corrosive”
economic crimes, a seeming onslaught of threats emerged, a torrent of
“sugar-coated bullets” spreading bourgeois, capitalist practices and ideas.
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A FAMOUS YEW-TREE.
There is a passage in George Fox's Journal that brings one face to face
with a brave man of God, reveals the spirit of true martyrdom, and makes
one envious of his dazzling courage:
Associated with this wish to follow the footsteps of George Fox, was the
desire to see the Yew-tree, 'Pride of Lorton Vale,' which, on the day of Fox's
sermon, provided seats for the listeners. For the famous yew-trees in the
Lake District are becoming each year fewer. It is true that the great yew in
Tilberthwaite is still standing, but that famous hollow trunk that kept alive
the name of the mission preacher St. Patrick, in Patrick's Dale or Patterdale,
has fallen; and the great winter storm of 1883 worked havoc upon
Seathwaite's sacred brotherhood:
But it is George Fox, the man of peace, that we were most interested in,
as we crossed the Keswick Valley and climbed the long slope of Whinlatter
to pay a visit to the brave man's preaching place, and it was mere
coincidence that that preaching place should be associated with weapons of
war.
while the pleasant farms with the far-off interchange of happy cock-crowing,
glitter at our feet, and, like an arm of some great ocean-loch, the white
waters of Bassenthwaite come round the precipice of Barf, and sweep out of
the shadow of Wythop woods into the September sunshine. On our left rises
Grasmoor, haunt of the dottrel, and Hobcarton Crag, beloved of rare
mountain flowers. So we crest the long slope and drop down into Lorton,
with the hill-sides on our right, golden with gorse against the westering sun.
Turning sharply to the left as soon as the village is reached, we pass a kind
of pleasant rural street, if that may be called a street which has houses only
on the one side of it, and just as we emerge into the country again, find
ourself at a spot where the road forks, a portion of it going over a beck
bridge into a farm enclosure by a picturesque old water-mill and byre, and a
portion of it,—the main road to Loweswater,—bending sharply to the right
to go across the valley by the north side of the stream, which is here hidden
from view by a long barn building. If we pause at this point we cannot help
being struck by the sombre mass of a great yew-tree standing in a pleasant
meadow close to the beck, where at one time there was doubtless a ford.
This is what Wordsworth described as
It is not to-day the noble tree it was when Fox was here, and the
prophecy of the poet was only a few years since like to have been made
utterly vain. For its form and aspect was so magnificent that its owner sold it
to a Lorton wood merchant, and it was just about to be cut down when some
memory of Fox's sermon awoke in the breast of a faithful member of the
Society of Friends in the neighbourhood, and the wood merchant good-
naturedly went off his bargain.
It is true that it shows no signs of decay, but it has suffered loss. Two of
its main stems were shattered years ago by a hurricane, and were sawn off at
the bole. Let us go along the road to the farm buildings, and turn back down
to what now serves for a watering-place for horses. It is thus we shall best
get an idea of how 'it stands single, in the midst of its own darkness.'
The branches stretch their shadow over the stream, and the ripple of the
sunny talkative beck contrasts strangely with the deep silence of the solemn
tree. If we go up to Whinfell Hall and ask a keen observer of nature and
plant life about this famous yew, Mr. Wilson Robinson will tell us that he
once measured the trunk at its least circumference and found it 23 feet 10
inches, and that, about thirty years ago, a strong south-east gale came with
hurricane force down Hope Ghyll, wrenched off one of the side limbs and
carried away a third of the tree. Another limb has fallen since then, and yet,
shattered and torn, what a magnificent ruin it is, how well worth climbing
over Whinlatter Pass to visit.
After gazing up the beck towards the picturesque bridge from which we
first surveyed the yew, towards the grand old farmstead and its cluster of
sycamores as a background for the bridge, let us go back to the bridge and
across into the meadow wherein the 'Pride of Lorton Vale' stands, and,
gazing from under the tree towards the west and south, let us wonder at the
beauty of faintly bronzed fern on Whiteside, the amethystine lilac of the
Grasmoor mass, the far-off cones of Red Pike and High Stile blue above
Mellbreak, and far to the west, Herdhouse ghostly grey; all seeming to join
in shutting out the world and making the quiet emerald meadow in which we
stand a sanctuary for thought and restfulness.
Then let us go back to that day in the year 1653 when George Fox,
having narrowly escaped death by a boy's rapier thrust, and with his hand
and wrist still smarting from the cruel blow of a rough fellow down at
Bootle, where they mobbed him on the previous Sunday, pale and worn
came hither to the ford and found already James Lancaster, one of his
disciples, who had gone forward as an avant-courier on the way to
Cockermouth, busy haranguing the people.
The quiet meadow of to-day was on that day full of armed men. A
detachment of Cromwell's soldiers had been told off from Cockermouth to
keep the peace—it being known that Fox was on his way to Lorton; and Mr.
Larkham, the Congregationalist minister of Cockermouth, and Priest
Wilkinson, the Vicar of Brigham-cum-Mosser-cum-Lorton, were probably
among the crowd that covered the field and stood by the banks of the stream.
'The people,' we read in Fox's Journal, 'lay up and down in the open, like
people at a leaguer.' Fox had seen something of camp life during the late
civil war, and he doubtless felt that day that, man of peace though he was,
the field of the Lorton yew would be indeed a field of battle for him.
But what interests us most as we gaze upon this venerable tree to-day in
these pleasant pastures beside the waters of peace, is not so much the
memory of the crowd of Cromwellian soldiers and members of the Church
militant who came out that day to 'sorely withstand' George Fox, as the
vision of the boughs of this sable and majestic yew-tree filled with the
listening ears and eager eyes of those who heard that day the weary and way-
worn prophet of the Lord, 'largely declare the word of Life' as he knew it,
and 'open the everlasting Gospel to them.' Fox tells us that 'this tree was so
full of people that I feared they would break it down.'
We are not Quakers, but at least our hearts beat in unison with the earnest
teacher of the Truth he knew, to an age that was helped and is still helped by
that Truth; and as we leave the field of the tree,
we rejoice to think that beneath its sable boughs, the preacher of the way of
peace as better than war, once preached a sermon; and we trust, that for
many a long year still, 'single in the midst of its own darkness as it stood of
yore,' may stand the Lorton Yew.
Five days of continual tempest and five nights of storm-wind from the
Atlantic had tried the nerves and tempers and tested the sleeping powers of
all in the Keswick Vale. Nothing like wind to set folks 'fratching'; and that
anybody was still on speaking terms with his neighbour argued well for the
kindliness of the townsmen and villagers.
At last it would seem as if the wind had blown itself out, and at six
o'clock of a grey February evening silence and calm fell upon the sodden,
weary vale. But an ominous cloud-pack boiled up over the western hills, and
the barometer went down two inches. The cattle were scarcely 'suppered up'
for the night in the farmsteads and the shopmen had scarcely clanged down
their last shutter, when the wind again awoke, and the hills thundered and the
trees groaned, and we knew that America had sent us another cyclone. The
hail-showers thrashed the panes, the windows rattled, the chimneys moaned
and sighed, and though tired men and women went to bed, it was only to feel
their house-walls shake as if an earthquake shock were passing underneath,
and only to wonder which would be the first chimney-stack to fall. The wind
grew to a hurricane, and people as they lay in sleepless fear upon their beds
heard strange voices in the storm—cries of sailors in agony upon a bitter
shore or perishing in the deep. Then the wind would be heard to try all round
the house and see if perchance a window-frame would give an entrance and
indoor havoc be possible; or a slate would whirl up with a crack and come
down clattering on the roof and spin off into the darkness.
The dawn broke dimly, and the pastures of the middle vale lay like a wan
sea with isles of emerald. Broken boughs hung gaunt and creaking upon the
nearest trees, and the Irish yews curtsied and danced and split themselves
into a hundred spires of nodding darkness against the angry sky. But the
hurricane, however much it might make man cower and fear, had no power
upon the thrush, who saw, behind the hurricane light of cheerless morn, the
dawn of springtide and love and calm. No storm could
and there, while the wind fluffed her breast to twice its size, she fluted from
the swaying holly tree her old familiar call to the slow to 'be quick! be
quick!' to the drowsy, to 'pray, get up! get up!' and then to the sad to 'cheer
up now! cheer up! cheer up!'
I answered her challenge and arose. The lake from end to end was ridded
with foam, and great clouds of water, torn from the surface, were marching
from west to east. Borrodale was black with storm. There was no snow on
Skiddaw, though the sleet had in a night turned its fine old head grizzled
grey, but over Grasmoor and over Grisedale it seemed as if some huge ocean
wave had broken and left its froth behind it.
'the roar
That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore.'
I knew that they only can see Lodore aright who will brave storm and
tempest, for so swiftly does this splendid cataract pour itself away that an
hour after the rains have ceased upon the Watendlath fells it dwindles to its
natural size, loses its milk-white charm, and ceases to summon the wanderer
to its presence. But this morning its spell was potent to touch all hearts, and
that white winter wreath of snow and sound called us from far away. Down
by the old monks' path we went, that the hoofs of sumpter-mules in the
Middle Ages had worn deep into the soft soil;—it was to-day a torrent-bed
of bubbling water. On by the village school, where, instead of the pattering
of children's clogs upon the doorstep, to-day the Greta's water gushed and
fell in miniature cascade. Over the bridge beneath Greta Hall, on which the
pencil-makers hung in enforced idleness, for there was too much water to
allow the use of the millwheel. 'Brig is pinched to be large eneuf for t' watter
to-day,' they cried; and so to the town. 'Dar bon! but thoo bed better keep to
lee-side oop street—-slates is fleein' same as leaves i' winter,' said an old
friend as he passed me. 'Well, Betty, what such a night have you had?' I said
to another old friend at the street corner. 'Loavins me!' she answered, 'but it's
been a capper. Cwoal cart was lifted up and clean turned ower befoar my
eyes in oor back yard; and I've been up and dressed sin five this morn. What
I thowt wi' mysel if anything's goin' to happen, it 'ull not dea fur us all to be
naked, and sea I got intil my cleas!'
So up the main street—powdered with broken slates and plaster from the
house fronts, and out into the Borrodale road we went. Trees were laid by
their heels at the church gate, the holly berries gleamed in thousands by the
roadside; the wind had done what in this open winter the birds had failed to
do. Thence on to the Great Wood. Fine spruces lay across the road, and the
roadmen and woodcutters were busy making passage possible for the cart
traffic. Such a scent of Christmas trees they made as they hewed away at the
spruce branches one felt oneself a child again, and so with a child's heart
forward. All through the purple woodland were white patches in top-most
boughs, the wounds that the fierce wind had given them. Only one thing the
tempest had been powerless to touch; these were the tender lichens and the
velvet mosses on trunk and wall. How they gleamed and shone in the forest
twilight! And whilst the boughs clashed and the wood was filled with groans
and shrieks and cries, there, by the wall and on the ground and on the tree-
stems, in quiet restfulness and silent beauty the fearless mosses grew.
But this was not all the gentle life that seemed to fear no storm, for
quavering along from bough to bough a school of long-tailed titmice went in
unalarmed pleasure. The wind that shook the oak seemed unable to touch
them, and down beside me the tiny wren played his old happy game of hide-
and-seek, as if, instead of being lashed by a cyclone, the woods were still as
eventide in June.
Now clear view was gained of Derwentwater, and one noted that the lake
lay in long patches of many colours, here bright green, there slate blue, there
brown, here white and wan, but ridged throughout with foam; and suddenly,
as if it sprang upward from hidden depths, a water wraith would leap to sight
and other spirits would join it, and the whole silver company of ghostlike
vaporous forms would come dancing across from the further shore and lose
themselves in cloud-like dust upon the land. Or here again would rise a tiny
waterspout and spin and spin the water up into mid-air, then march and
counter-march, lie down, and rise again. While all the time upon the shore
beneath the roadway, waves broke and surge tumbled, with moaning of a
troubled sea that might not rest. It was something in such a whirl of sound
and hissing of such restless waters to feel far up on the other hand, above the
russet grey-green draperies and the lilac shales, the calm of the storm-proof
citadel of Falcon Crag. We gained Barrow, and heard the waterfall bellowing
in the wood; but it was Lodore that we had set out to see, and Lodore shone
white and clear upon its steep only half-a-mile away.
Full sight of Lodore had now been gained, but not before two other
cataracts flashing to one channel from Gowder Crag had claimed our
wonder, while we watched the water fall, as it seemed, out of heaven, down
by the silver birches, down by the silver shale, and turn both to darkness by
its white contrast. But what a magnificent rose-red glow those birch trees
showed, and how with auburn glory the larches gleamed! how too in silken
grey and delicate yellow the ash trees climbed the crags! We went forward,
but not till we had noted that, while all the world towards Grange seemed
one great grey water-flood, here right in front of the purple-brown cliff in
whose cleft lay the white Lodore, stood up a little meadowy hill of verdure
green as May—the first home-field of the wandering Viking who pushed his
long ship ashore at Ravenglass and made his way over the Styhead Pass to
ancient Borrodale. For in this green field still flows the spring where Ketel
the Viking, who afterwards gave his name to the Wyke which we call
Keswick to-day, drank in the olden time. Ketel's Well, as we gaze upon that
emerald mound, takes us back to the ninth century and the first coming of
the Norsemen to our dales; and what was it that bade the hardy Norse rover
choose to pitch his camp by the spring on yonder hill but that same glorious
cataract of Lodore, whose gleaming waters and whose voice of thunder
speaks to our heart as it one time spoke to his. Nay, for that weary wanderer
over sea, Lodore spoke sweeter things. As he listened to the torrent's voice,
there came back memories of his own home-land and all the sound and sight
of those fair 'fosses' and those shining 'ghylls' from which he was an
outlawed exile.
LODORE AFTER A STORM.
We pass on beyond the hollies, beyond the amber reed-bed, beyond the
grey copse, and gain the gate to the Fall. We cross the meadow and enter the
wood and stand upon the little platform whence the Fall in its fulness may be
seen. What strikes one at once is the majesty of the high-towering crag of
Gowder to the left of Lodore. What strikes one next, is the feeling of a
certain lack of height in the fall. It does not come rushing over a sheer
precipice; it is not cloud-born; one seems to know that somewhere not far off
a valley stream is passing along through quiet meadows and woodland, and
something of the fierce wildness of its fall is curbed and tamed by the
thought. Yet as we gaze to-day so white is the heaven in the rift between the
cliffs whence it surges into sight, that a very little imagination enables us to
feel as if the whole of that white interspace were foam, and one's heart is
stirred. Not in a rift, but from the topmost height we think we see and hear a
visionary cataract fall and fall.
Up now through broken boulders, wet with perpetual mist, slippery with
sodden leaf of russet gold, up till a double wych elm, or two elms bound in
sisterly embrace—as if they had in fear clutched one another as they stood in
awe upon the torrent's brink, is gained; there in shelter of a huge rock,
emerald-coated, silver-shining with the spray, we shelter from the drenching
water-dust and see another view of glorious Lodore. See and hear, for while
the milk-white waters flash and swirl around the ebon boulders in mid-fall,
we hear the tall upstanding cliffs make echo to their voice—such sound as
he who hears can never quite forget. We climb again up by a slippery path
only fit for a goat's foot, helped by impending branches, helped more by the
thought that yonder one will gain not only the noblest view of the waterfall,
but a far outlook over the wide-watered vale to grey-blue western hills,
beyond which booms the sea that gave us, on the wings of the wind, all this
majesty of sound and motion.
In this hurricane, the salt of that ocean is on one's lips, and if its actual
murmurs and the 'scents of the infinite sea' are denied us, at least by proxy
they are ours. For as we slowly win our way upward the scent of Lodore fills
the air, even as its sound fills our ears. Not the kind of paper-mill scent one
knows so well within the locks or by the backwaters of the Thames, but
scent born of mountain springs and fellside tarns and peaty meadows—
scents as delicate as they are subtle.
We have gained our vantage point for sight and sound. The huge rocks
appear like leviathans bobbing their noses through the foam. A tree trunk has
fallen, and seems to have been caught and held by the mouth of some vast
hippopotamus, who rejoices as the torrent dashes over his vast back. And the
sound is not of bellowing behemoth or snorting river-horse. No; but such
sound as seems to bring all worlds to unison. Shut your eyes, lean, and
listen; you may hear a mighty army tramping by, you may hear the clashing
of innumerable bells, you may hear the blare of trumpets, you may hear the
shouting of a festal multitude, and ever beneath the deepest harmonies the
tattoo of the thundering river-god, the drum-drum-drumming of Lodore.
One cannot wonder that hither in 1802 came Charles Lamb, the lover of
the city's roar, to listen and rejoice. Keats, too, in 1816 came hither and went,
as Lamb went back, a sadder and a wetter man; but it is of Southey and his
two children, his Edith May and his darling Herbert, we think to-day—he
who in the autumn of 1809 heard the same stream saying the same things it
says to us to-day, and who writing to his brother Tom on board the
Dreadnought under date October 18, 1809, said:
'I hope you will approve of a description of the water of Lodore made
originally for Edith and greatly admired by Herbert. In my mind it surpasses
any that the tourists have yet printed. Thus it runs: "Tell the people how the
water comes down at Lodore? Why, it comes thundering and floundering,
and thumping and bumping, and jumping, and hissing and whizzing, and
dripping and skipping, and grumbling and rumbling and tumbling and falling
and brawling, and dashing and clashing and splashing and pouring and
roaring, and whirling and curling, and leaping and creeping, and sounding
and bounding, and chattering and clattering with a dreadful uproar—and that
way the water comes down at Lodore."'
We turned for home; a patch of blue sky shone momentarily above the
purple hollow of sound and foam. And though still 'the forest cracked, the
waters curled,' a sunbeam showered radiance as it flew by moaning
woodland and by silent crag. In the Great Wood all colours of purple, amber,
rose, and amethyst leapt out at the passing of that gleam. One could not but
compare the marvellous and changeful effects of light and colour to those
that, in some enchanted land of mystery, the coloured fires of the wizard of
the pantomime call forth, for our children's amazement.
Now all near was dark, while far ahead the witchery of the golden
woodland grew. Now Walla Crag stood purple grey, now shone in lucent
silver powdered with larch-tree gold, whilst ever on beyond the woody lane,
Skiddaw, as blue as solid cobalt, rose calmly up into a wandering storm-
white sky. And yet for all this witchery of colour, for all this magic
transformation scene, one vision stayed—that far-off wreath of quiet snow,
—snow that had turned on nearer view to scent and sound, to life and light
and laughter, to power and impassioned loveliness, there in the resonant
chasm of Lodore.
'It's a dark daay for Threlkett is this un, hooiver! T'ald Squire's gone doon!—
girtest Master of t' dogs i' Cummerland sin Jwohn Peel I'se warrant him—an'
a gay tiff aid feller an' aw. Deeth has hoaled him at last; but what, he'd bin
runnin' gaame fer mair nor eighty year noo. He's bin at Maister-o-hunt job
langer nor ony man i' t' whoale counttry, I suppoase, has t' aid Squire. It's
sixty-fowr year or mair sin he took t' horn. Eh, my! bit what a heart he hed!
Kindest-hearted man i' these parts—niver wad let a nebbor-body want for
owt if he thowt he cud dea good by lendin' a hand, and pertikler fond o' t'
barns; school children was fit to be mad wid him on treat-daays. And why
what, he gat scheul-hoose builded, and laid doon a hoondred poond fer
Parish Room, let alean gevin site i' t' village. It's a dark day fer Threlkett, I'se
telling ye, and dogs hes lost best friend and t' foxes t' warst enemy they've
ivver hed here-aboot.'
We were standing by the Druid's Circle on Castrigg Fell, and as the old
yeoman spoke to me I looked across the valley to the great buttressed height
of Blencathra—blacker to-day beneath, by reason of the slight snow
covering on its summit, and saw in its grove of larches the white house, half-
farm, half-mansion, whence the oldest Master of the Hunt, in Britain, had
gone for his far journey. Never again would the men who follow the hounds
pass through the gate of the Riddings, with the fox and the hound carved in
stone on either side of them, to be met and to be greeted by the cheery old
Squire on hunting days; never again, after a long day's hunt, would they
repair to the Farrier Inn or to the Salutation Inn, mid-village, to wait the
coming of the Master 'ere they all 'howked in' to the 'tatie-pot' he had
provided them.
There was a time when all the farmhouses for miles round, and every
cottage home, was glad, because a Threlkeld man had come to his own
again, and I could not help contrasting the gladness of that day, as told us by
Wordsworth in his Feast of Brougham Castle, and Song of the Shepherd
Lord, with the sadness of this day for all the country side, now that another
shepherd-lord had gone unto his own. That shepherd-lord we read
They were very different men, that shepherd-lord and this our friend, the
Master of the Blencathra Hunt, John Crozier: but both of them had been
reared in the same quiet pastoral scene, and among the same fine race of
shepherd gentlemen. Both had learned the lesson of this mountain side,—
Both men had won the hearts of the simple people far and near, and ages
after he is laid in earth, as he will be laid by the side of his beloved wife, in
the Threlkeld Churchyard, men will speak of 't'ald Squire,' and
enthusiastically tell of his hunting feats, and remember how he loved his
native village.
The love of hunting which John Crozier inherited from his father, who
lived at Gate Ghyll Farm on Blencathra's side, and who turned over to his
son the mastership of what were then spoken of as 'the Threlkeld dogs' in the
year 1840, is a passion with our dales' folk which only those who live
amongst them can understand.
The 'varmint' is the natural enemy of the shepherd, and this adds zest to
the day's sport. In our churchwardens' accounts of old time there appears the
item 'A fox head, 21s.,' and though in other chapelries 3s. 4d. appears to
have been the price paid, such a scourge must Reynard have become that the
churchwardens felt they were justified in giving a whole week's wage for the
destruction of one fox. Down at Shoulthwaite and, for aught I know, in other
dales a fox trap of masonry existed till of late years, built beehive fashion
with a hole in the top. If Reynard ventured in to the bait, which was a fine fat
hen, he was a prisoner; try to scale the walls how he might the artful one was
foiled; but to trap a fox goes against the grain. There are certain things in
which our hunt differs from others. Class distinctions are unknown in the
field. The Master of the Hunt knows all by their Christian name. It is a social
gathering from daylight to dark. The luxury of horses, too, is unknown. The
field are all running huntsmen of the type of old Timothy, of whom
Wordsworth wrote, in the year 1800—the childless Timothy who took up his
staff, and with the thought of his last child's death heavy upon him could
nevertheless not refuse the invitation of 'the horn and the hark! hark-away,'
and 'went to the chase with a tear on his cheek.'
On that day when 'Skiddaw was glad with the cry of the hounds,' old
Timothy's daughter Ellen had been dead five months or more, or he probably
would not have followed the hunt, for there is a kind of etiquette that the
hunters in the dales observe, and they would no more go a-hunting within a
month after the death of their beloved, than they would miss going to church
on the Sunday following the funeral. I remember once being asked by a
widower, who was in great sorrow and could not get away from his thoughts,
whether he should take what he knew to be the best physic—a day with the
dogs. I asked, 'What would your wife have said?' His answer came quite
straight: 'She wad hev clapped a bit o' lunch in my pocket, gi'en me ma staff,
shut door upon me, and telt me not to show my feace until supper time.' I
answered, 'That's enough,' and the man was a new being when he returned
from the hunt, more able to wrestle with his sorrows.
The women folk are as keen as their husbands. They tell of a 'woman
body' at Wythburn who, joining the hounds in full cry, and finding her skirts
in the way, stopped, took a knife out of her pocket, and slit her petticoat in
order that with a 'divided skirt' she might the surer be in at the kill. How
keen the men are, is shown by the fact that beginning as youngsters to follow
the drag, and carrying on a love of the sport through the prime of manhood,
they may be still found from 75 to 80 and over, out with the hounds at the
call of the horn. Nay, even when their sight fails them, they will follow, and
it is on record that a veteran whose eyes were failing him and who had the
rare good luck of a vantage ground to see the finish of the hunt, and was so
maddened by the hurried and eager account from his companions of how the
hunt was going, that he cried out 'Hang thur aid een o' mine! I wish that they
wer nobbut out all togidder; I believe I wad see better through t' hooals!'
Fox hunting in the Lake Country tests the sportsman. None but a true
lover of the chase would be content to breakfast and get away with the stars
(as in winter he oft-times has to do that he may get to the heights before the
hounds are loosed)—and, facing all weathers, come back with the stars. He
has to battle with storm and tempest. It may be fine in one valley and a
roaring blizzard on the other side of the mountain. The old veteran, John
Crozier, himself would tell of how he had to lie down on Skiddaw summit in
a sudden and blinding snowstorm, and on more than one occasion he and all
the hunt have suddenly been enveloped in a thick mist, which made
movement almost impossible. And hunting not only tries the heart, it tries
the head. A fox gets 'binked,' as they call it, or banked, and some one must
go up on an almost inaccessible crag to put in the terrier; and a man must
know the country, and the probable run of every fox that gets up in front of
the hounds. There is no earth stopping; only the bields are known, and the
cunning of Reynard is a secret, to be learnt not only by the huntsman and
whip but by every single man in the field. As for the foxes, though the old
greyhound breed that John Peel knew—20 lbs. to 29 lbs. in weight—have
passed away, the little black-legged Irish fox can give a good account of
himself, and from three to five hours and from 25 to 40 miles have not been
an uncommon experience of a run.
At the beginning of last century it was not an unusual thing for the
hounds to be running 'on the tops' through the night, and the legends of the
'whish-hounds,' or 'spirit-packs' of Cornwall and Devon might very well
have been reborn in Borrowdale.
In 1858 took place one of the record runs of the Blencathra pack. The
dogs had had already a good morning's work when at noon a big Skiddaw
fox jumped up in front of them. He tried to shake off his pursuers by the
ordinary hill tactics, but, failing, took to the valley, went by Crosthwaite
Church, through Portinscale and Brandelhow, right up Borrowdale, and over
the Styhead into Westmoreland. The night fell, but the dogs were heard at
Black Hill, marking the fox at an earth. Thence Reynard escaped in the
direction of Lancashire, and next day the hounds and the fox were found, the
latter dead and the former fast asleep under a crag in Coniston. They must
have travelled not far short of sixty miles over the very roughest part of the
Lake Country.
The hounds are trained carefully not to break up their foxes, just as they
are trained as carefully not to worry sheep; and this latter is done by the
farmers walking the dogs in the summer time and taking them, along with
their collies, when they go shepherding on the fells.
The packs are small, but every hound is true as steel. The Blencathra
huntsman generally unkennels about 11 couples, and so keen are they at their
work that three years ago they gave an account of 76 foxes, last year of 46,
and this year, up to date, of 43. But the cost of keeping the pack is very
small. £200 clears all expenses, and this is partly accounted for by the kindly
interest farmers, who are all members of the hunt, take in it, for they walk
the dogs free of charge, and some of them are, in addition, subscribers. Very
anxious are these men, too, to do their best by the dogs. The hounds are
made members of the family, and their tempers and individualities are
studied. A farmer would take it very ill if he did not have the same hound
sent him at the end of the hunting season. This reacts by making a bond of
enthusiastic interest for members of the field in the running of every dog.
Nor can we omit to mention the sense of brotherhood which binds the
hunt together. As there is no separation of class, so there is no separation of
dress; no buttonholes and fine leather boots. The hunting kit is but a flannel
shirt, a pair of trousers rolled up to the knee, over a pair of stout woollen
hose, a Tam o' Shanter, and a rough alpenstock. The poorest can afford that,
and the richest know no better.
Another bond that unites the members of the Blencathra Hunt is the
home-made hunting songs which are sung at the end of the day. There is one
written by a Patterdale yeoman, which has a good ring in it:
'Now who could help but follow when notes as sweet as these
Are sounding through the valley and borne upon the breeze?
Of all the recreations by which our lives are blest,
The chase among the mountains is the purest and the best.'
And there is another favourite written by Harper, one of the roadmen in the
neighbourhood; while Woodcock Graves' immortal ditty, 'D'ye ken John
Peel?' is never better sung than at the annual dinner of the Blencathra Hunt.
That last line calls us back to the man who has carried on, to a century's
ending, the Mastership of the pack his father gave him in charge.