A Year in Tibet

A Year in Tibet
Sun Shuyun

‘A Year in Tibet’ follows the author as she lives for eighteen months in a remote village in Tibet.Sun Shuyun, a Chinese writer and historian, takes the reader to a tiny and isolated village in Tibet, known for its anti-Chinese stance. She and a team who were half Chinese and half Tibetan, lived and worked there for eighteen months, filming and recording daily life. ‘A Year in Tibet’ is an insight into the relationship between the Chinese and Tibetans, the history behind it, and the way the two interact in the 21st century. Written with Sun Shuyun’s characteristic insight into relationships, this is social and political history with an emphasis on humanity.

SUN SHUYUN

A Year in Tibet

To the Rikzin family

Table of Contents

Prologue (#ub4a9934d-af7b-5a4a-b959-b4db77ce67ad)

Chapter One - The Shaman, The Gun and Mao's Red Book (#u50d0b4a8-0093-5366-8f03-8c03e63bbffd)

Chapter Two - Sky Burial (#u9ab4d97f-4289-52b3-bdf4-5847a66769de)

Chapter Three - Journey to the Next Life (#u53414c48-d19e-53f8-b42c-c0604b9ed278)

Chapter Four - The Learning Curve (#u6970252b-69c6-5c21-8a3f-a920641b1a6d)

Chapter Five - Cold Feeling (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six - I'm Getting Married? (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven - One Wife, Three Husbands (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight - The Woman, the Goat, and the Chang (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine - Three Million Prayers (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten - Crime Is Its Own Punishment (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven - Keeping the Faith (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Notes (#litres_trial_promo)

Bibliography (#litres_trial_promo)

Postscript (#litres_trial_promo)

Glossary (#litres_trial_promo)

Index (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Praise (#litres_trial_promo)

By the Same Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#u4c1adc6b-5b0a-5abf-b1ea-1800bb73b761)

Tibet has always called to me. In 1986, my last year at Beijing University, I had the chance to volunteer to work in Tibet. For eight years' service I would get Party membership, double pay, housing priority and faster promotion on my return. It seemed like a good deal. I was only twenty-three; I knew it would be tough but I would be set up for life by the time I was thirty. And I had seen a lot of photographs of Xizang, the Chinese name for Tibet, which means ‘Western Treasure’. It looked beautiful. I was tempted.

This was long before I read Lost Horizon by James Hilton, the book that planted the mystic Shangri-la in the minds of foreigners, or the tantalising accounts by early explorers. I wrote to my parents, and received a prompt and stern reply from my father: ‘I can't believe anyone in your class has such stupid ideas. Is that the sort of thing you learn in Beijing University? I thought they would have higher ambitions for you. Tibet is not a fit place for us anyway.’ He carried on in this vein for a page, warning me of dire consequences if I went. He thought the altitude would finish me off before my eight years were up.

For my parents, Tibet was a barbarous land where men drank blood and lamas made drums from human skin and horns from virgins' thigh bones; where serfs were treated worse than animals; where the moral standards were so low that brothers — and even fathers and sons — shared a wife, and sisters shared a husband. Years of Communist propaganda about Tibet's backwardness had convinced them of all of this. I bowed to their pressure.

We Chinese have always called our country Zhongguo,‘centre of the universe’. The land beyond was inhabited by barbarians. In primary school, we learned how China gave the benefits of its superior civilisation to Tibet. In 641 a Chinese princess named Wencheng married Songtsen Gampo, the Tibetan king, and took with her our advanced knowledge of medicine and medical equipment, astrology, plants and seeds, brocade silk, craftsmen, musicians, scholars, Buddhist scriptures, a statue of the Buddha, and Buddhism itself. Today the statue she took to Tibet is still worshipped by the Tibetans in their most holy shrine, the Jokang Temple in Lhasa. In the most exaggerated version of this tale, her beauty and intelligence won the King's heart and he was persuaded to have the Potala Palace built for her. In other words, most good things Tibet has, it owes to her, a mere sixteen-year-old girl.

It is curious though that our annals of history of that period tell us nothing more about her. It is the Tibetan record that gave us perhaps a true reflection of her feelings on hearing the news of the impending marriage; she told the Emperor Taizong she did not want to go:

How could you send me to the Tibetan land?

Where there is nothing but snow

Where it is bitterly cold and rough

Where dragons and ghosts and devils abound

Where there is no happiness and joy

Where five cereals do not grow and hunger is prevalent

Where the inferior carnivorous people live

Where behaviour is rude and etiquette is lacking …

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The Imperial court started sending officials to Tibet in 1727. They were called Ambans (#litres_trial_promo) and represented the Emperor's authority in this far-flung corner. But they were mostly posted there as punishment for transgressions of some sort. In the 185 years up till the Last Emperor in 1911, there were a total of 135 of them; they did not stay long. Only a dozen, according to scholars, were competent,

(#litres_trial_promo) while the rest were for the most part passive, contemptuous and corrupt. They disparaged this remote and ‘primitive’ part of the Empire. One of them described the Tibetans as ‘stupid as deer and pigs’. Others wrote in their dispatches that the Tibetans would benefit from the morals of Confucius or from adopting Chinese names, and would be more civilised if they wore trousers under their robes. The Ambans had little time for Tibetan religion either: ‘Lamas do not have to recite sutras day and night; they should make money as well in trade, agriculture and industry.’

(#litres_trial_promo) Contempt did not stop many of them from lining their pockets. They had scales of charges for recommending aristocrats to positions in the Tibetan government; for the top job, it was 12,000 ounces of silver.

(#litres_trial_promo) They cared little for what the Tibetans might think of them, or the court they were representing.

Even in the Republican period, the disparagement persisted. Chiang Kaishek's Western-educated envoy to Lhasa wrote: ‘When you set foot on the Tibetan land, the question that occupies your mind is: is this Shangri-la, the paradise that is full of rosy and dreamy colours and idyllic smells? … It is no different from the surrounding areas, only more barren, more poverty stricken, and drowned in a deadly silence.’