I am stupidly lucky to be here in China this fall — and I was here with my study abroad pals watching the big National Day 35th anniversary parade in 1984 (yes! We actually got to attend the parade!)…which was noted to be one of the three most significant National Days in the history of the PRC. China does not put on a military parade every year — they wait for increments of 5 years or other significant milestones.
So this year, the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, they put on a HUGE wingding. It was meant to be like the opening ceremonies of the Beijing Olympics, but on a much, much larger scale since it was held in the wide open Tiananmen Square, not inside the Bird’s Nest stadium. And no, I didn’t attend the parade this year, since I’m in Guangzhou, not Beijing, but just being in the country for this historic anniversary was extraordinary.
But enough chatter….first, the decorations started going up…hedges were trimmed…fences painted:
Banners everywhere! I actually read one (Long Live the People’s Republic of China!…”Long live” is a general translation of “wan sui” or “ten thousand years”…how’s THAT for a sense of history and dynasty?), but the rest I can guess from the “60” in the middle, such as this one (well, actually, this one is easy, too):
Note that many banners look like this — red banner, yellow block script — so a restaurant may have a similar banner saying something like “20% off breakfast buffet — now through October 15th!” Walking on campus after my group lunch on Wednesday, I asked the students what one banner said (since I didn’t recognize any of the usual celebratory characters)…and they said it was a “don’t take drugs” banner. hmm.
Back to National Day. The ENTIRE city (and thus, I assume, the entire country) was spotless and decorated for the big day. Lucky me — I got invited to a huge banquet hosted by the Guangdong Province Government (12 or so Zhongshan University foreign professors were invited and told very pointedly to dress up and be on time).
Here’s the big banquet hall….All the government officials were there, plus esteemed guests like Long March survivors, model workers, and so forth. The event was filmed by 6 or 7 TV crews:
Another shot: I don’t know how many hundreds of people were in attendance, but another 100 or so were serving as waiters, too. It was amazing.
The speeches — “Workers, Comrades, Friends!” — were translated into English, which was helpful…
What’s a banquet without roasted pig with glowing red eyes?
On the eve of National Day, people were walking the streets selling Chinese flags to wave, so I bought one, too. On National Day itself, I went for a run along the Pearl River promenade, enjoying the somewhat cooler temperatures that morning. Then I watched the morning parade (in Beijing) on TV…I watched the station that had an English language translation, so I was able to know the names of the parade formations, such as “Progress through Education”, “Our Beautiful Environment” and so forth. It was indeed an impressive parade, with just one confusing glitch in the middle (it was broadcast live).
Then I set out to see more of Guangzhou on foot. Everyone else in Guangzhou had the same idea. Beijing Lu (a pedestrian shopping street) was packed, just packed with shoppers and revelers. I wasn’t the only one snapping photographs — the Chinese as well were just as enamored with the festive decorations. Here is Beijing Lu:
And here is a flower display in front of a municipal building:
The sense of pride and importance of the occasion makes me think that this is what it might have felt to experience July 4th in 1836 in the U.S. (the 60th anniversary of independence), when the sense of pride in the new republic was fresh.
Remember the hedge trimming? Not one blade of grass was out of place at the park in front of Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Hall:
And why not get married on this historic day? This is the decorated car that will drive the bride and groom away from their wedding banquet at a restaurant:
Later in the evening, after having wandered the city through throngs of happy shoppers, I returned to the apartment to watch the Beijing evening show, which included the “better than the Olympics” very carefully choreographed celebration at Tiananmen Square and some really impressive fireworks. By then, though, I was tired and on overload, plus the sound was out of sync with the TV picture, so watching it was a little frustrating, even though the choreography was amazing.
I heard a rumor that Beijing was discouraging cities from holding their own fireworks display (so that people might all watch the impressive Beijing show), but sure enough, I heard Guangzhou’s own fireworks going off in the distance (from Shamian Island) that night. It was, in the end, so much to take in that I doubt if foreign news coverage even mentioned the Beijing nighttime show at all, after such an extravagant parade that same morning.
I’m lucky indeed to have been here on this day.