I Left Beijing In 1987, Shortly Before

My Hope Is That The Chinese Government Will Come To Realise That It Is Futile To Repress Free Speech, And That Contrary To What They Believe A Regime's Strength Rests Not Its Suppression Of A Plurality Of Opinions And Ideas, But In Its Capacity And Willingness To Encourage Them.

Everything I Was I Carry With Me, Everything I Will Belies Waiting On The Road Ahead.

China Is Completely Lacking In Self-awareness And As Someone Who Has Stepped Outside That Society, I Have A Responsibility To Write About It As I See It.

In 1989, I Was On Tiananmen Square With The Students, Living In Their Makeshift Tents And Joining Their Jubilant Singing Of The Internationale. In The Two Decades Since, Each Time That I Have Gone Back, Visions From Those Days Seem To Return With Increasing Persistence.

Living In London Is Like Being On A Luxury Cruise Liner.