Madam Fun’s was packed, like the rest of the saloons, dancing halls, and bars of the French quarter, with the heroes of the League of Nations Expeditionary Force. Dutchmen rubbed shoulders with Australians, while in the corner a couple of French were stubbornly trying to enjoy their first batch of opium. Raucously, one of the Canadians raised a bottle of beer in salute as he held a woman in his arm. “To the people of China, who have given us so much to fought for.
Across the bar, William smirked. “Of course they are.” He thought of a limerick that had been making the rounds since they’d reached the city.
“Slant eyed maidens, all around I see
Calling out “Englishman, Englishman, abide with me!”
Although, reflects William, that wasn’t quite fair. Some of the girls were White Russians, with a tight little rump and a walk that put the girls of Calgary to shame. He sighed. With the number of officers in the city, white women were out of the reach for a lowly sergeant. And the girls who were here…
You could see it in their eyes, sometimes, when they were touched in a certain way, or when they didn’t think anyone was looking. William took a sip of his beer. It didn’t seem right, somehow.
But on the other hand, thought a considerably more sozzled William later that night, on his way back to what passed for barracks, these woman wouldn’t sell themselves if something better was available, would they? You could look on it as doing them a favor.
And if he gave them enough money, at the end, he could almost believe it.
But that was life in Shanghai, in the spring of 1944. China may, or may not, have been putting it back together; that was of no concern to Shanghai, a gilded ornament amidst a seething mass of squalor and poverty. Cinemas played the latest Hollywood movies, Soda shops catered to the city’s upper class youth, and if you were a Westerner and had cash (and what Westerner in China did not?) it was a jolly old time. League troops patrolled the French quarter, and, with Chiang’s acquiescence, some of the richer parts of the rest of the city. At night the International Settlement was lit up like a carnival, while to boost morale the League task force imported a series of musicians to play in the Public Gardens along the water front, keeping out the Chinese, of course, to maintain propriety. And so long as you didn’t notice the rest of the city, it was a jolly respite indeed for the veterans of the Pacific War. And when you did notice the rest of the city? Then things became much more complicated, as William found out.
Tensions had been flaring, with rumors of outbreaks of violence in the north between the KMT and the Communists, and so the League had stepped up its patrols in the rest of the city. Quite what they were supposed to do if they ran into trouble was unclear, but it wasn’t the first time anyone had seen the brass act irrationally. And so they were traversing a part of the city few of them had seen before. Now the real Shanghai became apparent; a woman begging on the ground; a child, alone, sleeping beneath some ragged newspaper. Coolies pulling handcarts through a crowd of people. William frowned, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a fiver to put in the beggar’s cup. The old woman, her face wrinkled and hair gray, smiled a toothless grin.
Scott spoke up. “Sergeant, isn’t that a lot of money to be giving her?”
William frowned. Scott’s family was from Glasgow, and it showed. And he’d only joined the platoon after much of the hard fighting, so William wasn’t inclined to listen to the bastard. “Charity is a Christian act, Private.”
Scott looked around at the crowd. “It’s not that, Sergeant. It’s just that, you know, giving a beggar that much cash.” He shrugged. “How’s she going to spend it?” He chuckled darkly. “Opium, maybe?”
William looked around for a moment, and then up to the sky. This was getting ridiculous. “Alright, alright, I get it!” he yelled to the heavens. “Life in 1940s China was bad, and for many of these people about to get worse! I’m somewhat flawed but basically good Canadian, who’s supposed to give an otherwise tragic tale a happy ending. Show me the woman you’re going to have me marry and get it over with!”
“Sergeant?” George asked.
William blinked. “Sorry, did you say something? I felt a bit off for a moment.”
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Now is the time to tell the League that they should reconsider their policy on the Northeast and on the CCP and make a quick decision whether they would like to play an active role in East Asia or just a passive [role]. They should not repeat their mistake from 18 September [1937]—at that time, if the Americans and the British would have exerted some pressure on the Japanese, then the Japanese would not have been so rampant in their aggression. Now the situation is the same. The League should help us prepare for war, if they really wanted to stop the Russians' ambition of expansion. –Chiang Kai shek, July 1944
While the Soviets retained control of Manchuria, the status of the rest of China was still in flux. And in Northern China, the Chinese Communist Party acted. While its military strategy remained indecisive, within Manchuria it began a radical policy of land reform. The party's policy on land reform, which during the war against Japan had been a moderate one, emphasizing reductions in rents and interest rates, now changed into a policy of distributing land to landless peasants. Mao’s motives had been discussed, but it is clear that the CCP’s leaders realized the advantage a policy of land distribution would give them in all out war.
And so the May 4th declaration held, that the CCP "should understand that a solution to the land question in the liberated areas is the basic historic task confronting the party.” And yet the CCP also presented a moderate face, arguing that nondespotic landlords should be protected, and urging that commerce and industry should not be subject to redistribution. In essence, the CCP was trying to present itself as the same party that had participated within the United Front even as it stoked the flames of revolution.
However, the CCP faced several severe blows to its credibility. The CCP argued that Chiang’s decision to sign trade agreements with the Western nations was just another sign he was a foreign puppet. The KMT shot back that any such claim was a bit rich from a party which supported the creation of another Manchukuo. This, indeed, was one of the difficulties facing the CCP in 1944 to 1945. Chiang Kai-shek authorized a national assembly in the fall of 1944, and, under pressure from the League and more liberal members of the KMT, he was forced to propose that the Communist Party be allowed to send delegates. Chiang agreed, however, on one condition. The Communist Party would only be allowed to join “if it is a true Chinese Party, and supports the withdrawal of all foreign troops from China.”
The CCP’s response to such claims was pointing out the presence of League officials within China was the same as the Red Army. This was greeted with a great deal of dubious looks, and the student protests of 1944 and 1945, while attacking KMT incompetence, also erupted in a visceral hatred of the Soviet Union and its Chinese puppets. The CCP’s failure to capture the support of the Chinese student movement is not surprising, perhaps, given their ultimate nationalism. In making their voices heard, the activists in schools and universities linked up to a long tradition of student protest in China, going back to the radical movements of the beginning of the century. Although four-fifths of the population were illiterate and the number of college students was small compared with the general numbers of the population— no more than 100,000 students in all of KMT-held China— the student movement became a vital part of the opposition to Chiang and Mao’s policies.
China’s students had a crucial role in public opinion whose significant has been ignored in the west. In a role inherited from the earlier student movements and from the special position that examination candidates, as aspiring members of the elite, had had in Confucian ideology, they were often considered the voice of the nation. Factory workers and rice farmers identified with the lofty ideals of students, even if they didn’t share or understand their political demands. And more importantly, their small numbers were concentrated in the major cities of China, where the press, onlookers, and foreigners could see them and spread their message. Despite the KMT’s best efforts, the student movement rapidly grew in importance from the winter of 1945 on. With posters, changing, and street theater the students were assured an audience. And with the failure of the CCP to appear as more than a Muscovite puppet, and the KMT maintaining a dictatorial regime, is it any surprise that so many turned to National Socialism?
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As William and his men turned a corner, they saw a crowd laughing and applauding a show. “Should we check it out?” asked David. There was a trace too much eagerness in his voice; they were supposed to be on patrol, after all, not tourists.
William hesitated. On the other hand, it couldn’t hurt to guard the square. “Sure, why not?” And so, given their height and rifles, they were able to politely move through the crowd, mostly oblivious to the fact that the Chinese crowd had learned, over twenty years of warlordism, to make way for men with guns. They got to the front, where a man with a wooden rifle was stealing a bicycle from a shrieking woman and, after taking it, promptly carried it away over his head, unaware of what it was used for. The absurdity of the situation made even William laugh.
As the Canadians watched an actor wearing a Stalin mustache come out with a puppet of some Chinese guy William didn’t recognize, he noticed a girl standing next to him, who was trying to see through the crowd. Frowning, he turned to the girls’ grandmother, who was leaning on a cane and watching the show. Speaking slowly, he asked, “I help?” and mimed putting her on his shoulders. After a moment, the grandmother nodded, and he helped the girl onto his back.
After another couple of skits which none of the Canadians entirely understood, there was the sound of a whistle being blown. A dozen men in uniform, were moving through the crowd, knocking people out of the way. William carefully put the girl down, tensing up along with his men. “I think we had better figure out what’s going on.”
By this point, one of the uniformed men was shouting at the actors, while a young woman in her twenties wearing a western skirt shouted back. “Alright, that’s enough.” He shouted. The two continued to ignore him, either unable to hear or too absorbed in their fight. The girl spoke again, and the man took a club off of his belt.
William fired his pistol into the air, bringing the crowd to a dead silence. “Alright, what’s going on?” he asked in broken Chinese.
To his surprise, the girl spoke up in English. “Uppity students who support the masses of China are about to get a beating. It’s one of the Kuomintang’s more common forms of street entertainment.” She paused for a moment. “Also, who are you and why are you shooting pistols into the air? You do realize that bullets fall, right?”
“Well, yes, but-“
“And isn’t this entire scene a bit patronizing?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, what these people need is a white man to teach them about compassion and democracy.”
William scowled. “That’s a good point. I’ll let the jackass with the club teach you about compassion and democracy.”
The cop frowned as one of the foreign devils ranted with this Chinese devil in a language he had the barest understandings of. In Chinese, he demanded, “They have to leave. You can help us do so.”
William frowned. “What’d he say?”
The girl translated into English. “Within the National Revolutionary state established by the Kuomintang in their triumph over the Japanese imperialists, unruly protests by those who would incite the peasants and workers to subversive ideas are a threat to the state. The advocates of National Socialism, communism, and every other disastrous ideology must be stopped.”
William blinked. “That’s a lot to pack into one sentence.”
“I can’t help it that Chinese is a more elegant language.”
William frowned. “Tell him that your skits, while perhaps blurring the boundaries of good taste, did not seem subversive, but rather an exercise of freedom of speech.”
The girl duly translated this as, “Listen, fat man. I can’t help but notice that in a city that is still hungry after years of Japanese misrule, you seem a bit plump and prosperous. Were you one of the collaborators who was pointing a rifle at us a few months ago? I did not spend the last four years of my life fighting from Hanoi to Nanjing to be bossed around by the son of a whore.[1]”
The officer raises his voice, and turned towards William. Then he noticed the pistol still in William’s hand, and the other soldiers with him, League of Nations patch sewn below the Canadian flag on their arms. “Fucking bleeding heart foreign devils,” he muttered. He turned to his men. “Let’s let these gweilos enjoy the show.” He could always come back and beat up the onlookers later anyway.
The girl smirked as the cops stomped off, and turned to William. “Thank you,” she said after a moment. “You didn’t have to do that.” The crowd began to drift away, as the hope of watching a gun battle between the KMT and the League forces dwindled. “My name is Sarah Koo, by the way.” [2]
William’s mother had raised him properly, and so, despite the awkwardness of the situation, he introduced him and his men to Sarah and the rest of the Chinese. It turned out, as it often does, that offering to share a pack of cigarettes makes people get along famously. And most of the actors knew some English, with one of them, surprisingly, talking with Jacques in passable French.
As William lit his cigarette, he asked a question. “If you don’t mind me asking, Miss Koo, who are you people?”
She flashed a smile. She looked rather pretty when did, thought William. “I’m a National Socialist. Renquan is a classical liberal, who’s naïve enough to think that Willkie and Roosevelt could serve as models for China. Pengjun is one of the last of the liberal Kuomintang, trying to remain loyal to the teachings of Sun yat-sen even as the party descends into maintaining rule by terror and force. But we are all members of the Democratic League, the last, best hope a greater, freer China.”
William nodded, impressed. She spoke with an accent out of a Hollywood movie, and her words spoke of a burning passion for a better world. “Okay, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get the name Sarah? It doesn’t, seem, umm, usual.”
She hesitated for a moment.” My parents sent me to a private school run by American missionaries. Sarah was the name I took when I was baptized.”
“They must have scrimped and saved for that, then.”
Sarah thought of her father’s factories and investments. “Yes. They wanted me to have the best of everything.” [3]
William smirked. "Clearly that paid off." He hesitated for a moment. "Listen, I wouldn't normally ask this, but is there some way I can pay a call upon you?"
Sarah's voice hardened. "Ah, so that was why you came to our aid? So you could play the knight errant?"
"Not at all," said William. "I was actually hoping to use you to set up an opium racket, supplying the workers of China drugs that will stupefy them and make them easier for the capitalists of Winnpeg to exploit."
Sarah studied him for a moment. "Well, in that case, I suppose you can."
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Dear Editors,
We are a group of hated policemen. This feeling of hatred and contempt towards us is not due to the fact that we are policemen, but is the result of our being utilized as an instrument to oppress the poor, innocent people. For instance, we have been ordered to drive away the stall keepers along the streets, to forbid the peddlers to do business, and what is more heartrending, to confiscate the goods in the roadside stalls which sell English Army rations. If the soldiers do not unlawfully sell their rations, how can the stall keepers get hold of them? Many of these stall keepers, after having had their goods confiscated by the policemen, have begged for the return of the goods through tearful entreaty. They have borrowed their capital at a high rate of interest and their family members depend on the money they make for a living.
But we are merely carrying out "instructions." We love our country just as much as others do. Like others, we do not want to see the country go on the road to destruction. . . . But for the sake of our meager salary and because of lack of time, we could not but give up such a good opportunity to participate in the patriotic movement.
Sincerely,
A Group of Hated Police [4]
To understand the Chinese Civil War, it is necessary to understand just how strained the KMT state was by its victory in the Pacific War. In 1943, the state controlled some 15% of China; and by the end of 1944, the territory under their control mushroomed to 70% of what is now the Chinese Federation. To win popular support, the party would have to show initiative, wisdom, and cohesion while overcoming the corruption that had plagued the party for years. It should come as no surprise that within a year it had squandered the goodwill it had earned.
The 1945 movie
Spring Rver Flows East provides an example of how the KMT liberation functioned in practice. A young couple is split by the war, with the husband moving to Chongqing as the wife leads resistance in the countryside. When the war ends, he takes up a new posting in Shanghai, setting up a mansion with a White Russian mistress. When his wife returns to him, she is turned away and forced to find work in the house of his mistress. [5]
Chiang did not order his officers to go out and be corrupt; he actually urged an orderly return of confiscated property and efforts to reestablish order. And indeed, initially the KMT regime did attract widespread support in the liberated cities, with public rallies attracting widespread enthusiasm far beyond the support exhibited in the 1930s. But the arrival of carpetbaggers from Chongqing horrified the locals, as well as League soldiers who were still in China. Moreover, by early 1945 the KMT state was rapidly running out of funds, as the League loans were paid off and nobody exhibited a willingness to make more without certain “democratic reforms,” carried out. Chiang turned to the only rational response, shaking down businessmen in China’s coastal cities to fund the state. So despite the pretense that the state was run “for the rich, by the rich,” the state didn’t even have their support, as it resorted to shakedowns to subsidize its rickety administration.
Anyway, as widespread corruption and financial troubles led to the inevitable nightmare of every nation, inflation, the government also lost the support of the labor unions. The first major strikes took place in the winter of 1944-1945, and 1945 saw over 1700 local strike across the country, often entailing citywide alliances demanding better working conditions. Chiang hoped to control the unions through a mixture of the carrot and the stick, forcing rthese spontaneous unions within the party’s “Chinese Labor Association,” but its leader, Zhu Xuefan, proved unwilling to support the use of violence against them. Zhu’s stand meant he was inevitably on the outs, and after being exiled in 1945, he fled to Taiwan, where he too joined the Democratic League.
The Party did appear to make inroads in controlling and suppressing the labor unions, through a series of reforms in 1946 designed to promote the party’s image as the protectors of labor interests. And most ominously, as the government’s attempts to curtail inflation failed, the workers began to tie their demands to the nascent student movement.
In spite of government attempts to limit its influence, the student movement became an important voice in Chinese politics from the summer of 1946 on. Its inventive methods— posters, chanting, street theater— always secured the students an audience. During its early phase, in 1946 and early 1947, the movement was a local, mostly spontaneous, and loosely organized nationalist force that raised slogans against war and foreign domination of China. Even though the Communists spent much time discussing how best to gain influence among the students, they could still not set the political agenda of the movement. They were rudely reminded of the limits to their influence in the spring of 1946, when Nanjing and Shanghai students, who had demonstrated against U.S. policies, suddenly went out in protest against the continued Soviet occupation of Manchuria.
The rapid spread of labor unrest in the latter part of 1947 should have provided the CCP with an opportunity for infiltrating the independent unions, reversing their failure to maintain an organization in the major cities for more than a decade. Despite optimism in the early fall of 1945, the Communists were simply, for a variety of reasons, unable to use labor unrest to their advantage. [6] Part of it may have been the party’s weakness; part of it was simply that, as rumors filtered out of Manchuria, people rationally said, “Thanks, but no thanks.” Perversely, the greatest sympathizers with the CCP came from China’s bourgeoisie In the chaos that followed the KMT taekvoer, they simply had no role to play in the KMT’s administration, and so many of China’s intelligentsia and middle class found themselves attracted to Communism. Yet at the same time, The CCP had
Meanwhile, life in the countryside continued as it always had, except, well, worse. Chiang’s focus on controlling the cities meant that so long as the government’s authority was respected, it turned a blind eye to what the landlords did. The government, in essence, hoped to promote a patronage system, using local elites to maintain its hold on the countryside. The problem was that this meant little would be done to ameliorate China’s impoverished countryside. Combined with the economic havoc wrought by warfare and KMT taxes, peasants found their plight worse than it had been before the war. Moreover, any rural unrest was viewed as the action of Communist agents, so while the government recognized there were legitimate grievances, it lacked the means, and will, to fix them. And so a people lost hope in their government, and almost lost hope in the future. For the withdrawal of allegiance from the KMT did not mean an embrace of the main alternative, the CCP. Important parts of society sought outlets for their beliefs, hopes, and dreams from a new, third way for China.
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That evening all the people went to Ching-ho's courtyard to help take over his property. It was very cold that night so we built bonfires and the flames shot up toward the stars. It was very beautiful. We went in to register his grain and altogether found but zoo bags of unmilled millet— only a quarter of what he owed us. Right then and there we decided to call another meeting. People said that he must have a lot of silver dollars— they thought of the wine plant, and the pigs he raised on the distillers' grains, and the North Temple Society, and the Confucius Association.. . . "But this is not enough," shouted the people. So then we began to beat him. Finally he said, "I have 40 silver dollars under the kang." We went in and dug it up. The money stirred up everyone. We beat him again. He told us where to find another hundred after that. But no one believed that this was the end of his hoard. We beat him again and several militiamen began to heat an iron bar in one of the fires. -An Account from a CCP Cadre in Northern China.
While Southern China suffered, in Northern China and Manchuria, great changes were afoot. [7]. The Japanese reign of terror was over; and a new, harsher reign of terror washed across the land.
Once the CCP was able to firmly ensconced itself in Manchuria, Stalin seems to have expected the party to settle down and constrain itself to ruling the territory with Soviet aid. In practice, however, the CCP underwent rapid militarization, preparing for what its leadership saw as a fight to the finish. As tensions continued to increase even after the war ended; in Iran, in Eastern Europe, and elsewhere, Mao came to perceive a clash with the capitalist nations as inevitable; and China would be among the battlefields. And so The CCP military was refashioned into the People’s Liberation Army.
The CCP began stepping up efforts to recruit in the territories it controlled. While villagers from Manchuria and Yanann showed a strange reluctance to join the military, even after they were given land [8] Yet the CCp began introducing conscription, and also turned to bandit chiefs, former soldiers of Manchukuo, and any other sources of military technology. And once the soldiers were drafted into the PLA, they were treated far better than most KMT forces, fed and clothed as they never had before. The PLA, unlike the KMT, was willing to spend more resources to save injured soldiers, or minimize losses. And along with such carrots, there were powerful sticks; threats of sanctions against a soldier’s family if he deserted and execution. Meanwhile, even the villages were militarized, as the women’s associations were trained to dig ditches and children were taught to nurse the injured. Manchuria became a barracks for a revolutionary army.
Meanwhile, the Communists carried out a policy of land reform that forced its peasants to throw in the lot with the CCP. By engaging in radical land reform and breaking the landowners, the peasants had a real, personal stake in the CCP’s fate; for all knew what the KMT did when it recaptured areas where land reform had been carried out. The peasants welcomed land reform, of course; but they were aware that accepting it meant they had no choice but to throw their support behind the CCP.
Nor was the CCP short of weapons. While many of the PLA’s weapons were initially of Japanese origin, captured by the Soviets after Japanese surrendered. But by the middle of 1945, as doubts began to grow about the viability of the KMT state, Stalin was willing to open the armories of the USSR to his comrades. These weapons played a crucial role in the CCP military, even as military aid to the KMT began to die down, and the Western China lobby urged pushing Chiang for more democratic reforms in return for aid. This would lead to a strange and surreal war when the civil war resumed, as the KMT and CCP both found themselves using hosts of poorly trained militias with a core of modern firepower. But in any event, it did mean that by the beginning of 1946, the CCP would have, with substantial Soviet advisors, a professional and cohesive military force.
We can see, by the time the war began, three futures for East Asia. Mao saw China as the vanguard of the next wave of the Communist Revolution, a future of collectivization and a dictatorship of the proletariat. Chiang had begun the creation of a quasi-fascist dictatorship, based on reverence to the party and the leader, while ruthlessly suppressing all dissent. Yet even a fascist state would have been better, in some ways, than the morass of corruption and incompetence that characterized KMT rule. Honorable men on both sides did try to mitigate the excess and zeal of their parties, but they were doomed to failure.
Arise, Suffering Slaves! by Li Hua
And the third fate for China, exemplified by the quiet prosperity that was beginning to overtake Taiwan? Well, as it would turn out, there were plenty of people who found that appealing.
[1] I always wonder how much of this sort of stuff goes on when people are translating. Ah well.
[2] When dealing with the gweilos, it was common for the more cosmopolitan Chinese to take a western name, on the assumption that they’d be treated more seriously.
[3] Deleted line by William: “Oh, so I can’t persuade you to marry me with the wonders of indoor plumbing.”
[4] This is a variation on an OTL letter from 1948, with the US changed to UK to fit the TL.
[5] Chinese cinematography had an unwritten rule at this time that if there were any decent characters in a film, they would either: a) End up living a tragic life, or b) become evil. Imagine a society that would view Battlestar’s child prostitution scenes as, “Oh, yea, that’s how life works,” and you have some understanding of how truly dark most films were.
[6] This is also OTL. Union recruitment didn’t pick up, in general, until the CCP was basically about to take the city.
[7] Oddly, it turned out that once the peasants had secure livelihoods they were less inclined to risk getting shot for a glorious revolution.