{"id":70,"date":"2007-11-16T07:29:59","date_gmt":"2007-11-16T13:29:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fueledbyrice.org\/blog\/?p=70"},"modified":"2007-11-16T07:40:53","modified_gmt":"2007-11-16T13:40:53","slug":"another-night-with-the-cops","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/0708.fueledbyrice.org\/blog\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"Another Night With the Cops"},"content":{"rendered":"

Note: While this will be posted November 15th, it actually concerns events that happened a few weeks ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

After a long day of biking nearly 100km through the mountains, checking on the status of train tickets, and conducting an exhaustive luguan (cheap hotel) search, we gathered around the steps of the one we had selected in the small but dusty city of Jingdezhen. <\/span>Our legs ached. <\/span>Night had fallen half an hour earlier and the bustling streets filled with food vendors reminded us we had yet to eat. <\/span>We all anticipated getting our equipment hauled up the narrow stairs, ourselves showered, and digging into a Chinese feast.<\/span><\/p>\n

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As usual a crowd of curious onlookers had gathered around where we were marshaling our material in front of the luguan<\/em> in preparation for bringing it upstairs. <\/span>People politely stood off to the side, looking and sometimes trying to speak to us in order to determine who these strange-looking folks with loads of odd equipment were and why they would ever choose to come to such a place as Jingdezhen. <\/span>We answered questions as we unpacked, but suddenly one large, aggressive man in a nylon warm-up suit with buzzed hair broke through the crowd and confronted Drew. <\/span>He stood close-by and bellowed\u201cWhere are you from, where are you from? What are you doing here? What are you doing?\u201d so loudly that his voice resembled the horns of one of the many cars trying to get through the traffic jam we involuntarily cause every time we stop. <\/span>He continued yelling when Drew, busy with un-attaching his bags, paid him no mind. <\/span>I had half a mind to brusquely step in front of him and inquire if screaming was his idea of being polite. <\/span>But no matter, he soon strode off, talking on his cell phone, and we managed to load up the rest of the luggage. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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When I came down to pay for the room, I found the man in the warm-up suit and buzzed hair sitting with the boss. <\/span>I gave the money we\u2019d agree to pay to the boss, who gave it to the buzz cut, who gave it back to the boss, who gave it back to me. <\/span>\u201cWait a moment,\u201d said the boss, \u201cyou can pay after you register.\u201d <\/span>Great, I thought. <\/span>Registering at hotels in China is required by law for every person each night they stay in a hotel, just like it\u2019s required that every computer user at an internet bar register with their personal identification card number. <\/span>Usually innkeepers don\u2019t require foreigners to register, but sometimes it turns in to an exhaustive process where other parties are summoned to do the registering, multiple records are created for each person, and a copy of everyone\u2019s documents are made. <\/span>My worst fear (the cops themselves coming) evoked when the innkeeper told me to wait for someone else to come. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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I sat down with the innkeeper and the buzzcut and waited. <\/span>Soon a man with black slacks, a white button-down shirt, a high quality leather jacket, and the ubiquitous man purse toted by most Chinese middle-upper class men. <\/span>He came in and sat down, and everyone else stood up. <\/span>\u201cCan I see your passport?\u201d asked the man. <\/span>\u201cYou are\u2026\u201d I prompted him, and he pulled out his police I.D. card. <\/span>Outstanding. <\/span>I produced my passport, and the man examined it. <\/span>In the meantime the innkeeper whispered something to his 14 year old daughter, who rummaged through a box and brought out an unopened case of cigarettes. <\/span>She opened them and handed one full pack towards the police officer, but her father snatched it away. <\/span>He opened it up, knocked one cigarette half out of the pack, and offered it himself to the police officer, who accepted it. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cWhy don\u2019t we go to your room?\u201d said the officer, to me. <\/span>\u201cThis place is alright,\u201d I said, indicating our current surroundings. <\/span>\u201cNo, it\u2019s ok,\u201d said the officer, \u201cit\u2019s not a problem, let\u2019s go to your room.\u201d <\/span>So we climbed the stairs and went to my room, where he told me I could sit down. <\/span>\u201cYou sit down,\u201d said I. <\/span>He stood and examined my passport. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cForeigners can\u2019t stay here,\u201d he said. <\/span>The buzz cut entered our room, smoking a cigarette, and sat down on the bed. <\/span>\u201cWhat isn\u2019t safe?\u201d I inquired of the leather jacketed officer. <\/span>\u201cYour foreigners,\u201d buzz cut broke in, \u201cyou\u2019ll go out and people will know your not Chinese.\u201d <\/span>\u201cSo what?\u201d asked I. <\/span>\u201cIt\u2019s not safe,\u201d rejoined the officer, who was calling someone on his phone. <\/span>He finished his call and pointed to place on my visa where it lists the date I obtained it. <\/span>\u201cThis is the date you came into China,\u201d he half-questioningly said. <\/span>I started to lose my patience. <\/span>“No,” I explained in a long sentence of quick elocution and no breaths, “that\u2019s the date I got the visa, before I come to China I must have a visa so of course the date I got it will be earlier than the date I came to China.\u201d <\/span>\u201cI know, I know,\u201d said the officer. <\/span>He sat down on the bed and contemplated the passport to see what else he knew. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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He talked on the phone. <\/span>The buzz cut watched TV. <\/span>My stomach growled. <\/span>\u201cForeigners cannot stay at this place,\u201d said the cop again, \u201cYou should stay at a bigger, nicer hotel.\u201d \u201cWe won\u2019t stay at a nicer hotel,\u201d I said, \u201cso you\u2019re going to throw us out on the street and make us sleep out there?\u201d <\/span>\u201cNo, no no,\u201d said the cop, slowly shaking his head with the frustration of speaking to someone who doesn\u2019t understand, \u201cit\u2019s not safe here.\u201d <\/span>\u201cWhat isn\u2019t safe?\u201d I demanded. <\/span>\u201cThis is just a private operation,\u201d cut in the buzz cut, \u201cthey don\u2019t have guards here like they do at bigger hotels.\u201d <\/span>\u201cWell,\u201d said Drew in English, \u201cdid you tell them we brought a lot of guns for our own protection?\u201d <\/span>I laughed. <\/span>Possessing firearms in China carries a minimum sentence of <\/span>fifteen years, or so I\u2019ve been told.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019re calling the police commander,\u201d says the buzz cut. <\/span>\u201cHe\u2019ll tell you about some safe things,\u201d says the officer. <\/span>Perfect. <\/span>So we sit and wait. <\/span>“You don’t understand, this area isnt really safe,” claims the police officer again. I’m getting fed up. “So there have been a lot of other foreigners who’ve been murdered here, then?” I ask, unleashing the worst of my sarcasm. “No, no no, it’s not like that,” says the cop, it’s just not safe. In the meantime I\u2019ve gotten all the passports from everybody and the cop is slowly going through each one, stumbling between expired visas and English words he doesn\u2019t understand. <\/span>He asks me the same questions, over and over again. <\/span>Where are you going? <\/span>When did you enter China? <\/span>Where did you stay last night? <\/span>Buzz cut sits on the bed watching TV and smoking.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Footsteps sound on <\/span>the stair and a new man with short hair, expensive clothes, and the arrogant air of the accidentally wealthy enters the room. <\/span>Ah yes, the police commander. <\/span>\u201cWhere you doing,\u201d he greets me with appalling English. <\/span>I look at the other cop, \u201cWhat\u2019s he talking about?\u201d I ask in Chinese, volubly aware that not addressing the commander insults him. <\/span>The commander takes the passports and looks at them as he smokes, one by one. <\/span>We converse briefly in Chinese, with the newest arrival asking the same questions as his lower ranking counterpart, but in a more intolerable manner. \u201cYou, how many,\u201d he breaks into English again. <\/span>Both Adam and I answer at the same time in Chinese, Adam answering the question \u201cHow many people are you?\u201d and me answering \u201cHow many nights are you staying here?\u201d. <\/span>Adam laughs. <\/span>\u201cSpeak Chinese,\u201d he tells our would-be English speaker. <\/span>The man does, and we find out the question he was trying to ask was actually \u201cHow much money do you usually spend on a hotel room?\u201d <\/span>We tell him, and he looks through the passports again. <\/span>He and the other two men converse in intelligible dialect. <\/span>Obviously they are all locals. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Finally the lower cop draws some forms out of his man purse and starts to slowly, slowly fill them out. <\/span>At this point we\u2019ve all showered and are just waiting, our stomachs growling and a distaste for bureaucracy palpable on our sadly otherwise unoccupied palates. <\/span>First the commander takes his stately leave of us. <\/span>Then the cop finally manages to stumble through filling out the forms. <\/span>Then it\u2019s just us and buzz cut. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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He tells us he\u2019ll help us find a restaurant, a proposition to which we are not at all keen to accept. <\/span>However, it doesn\u2019t seem like we have much choice. <\/span>As we walk around the streets, he tells us he has the mysterious job of \u201cbeing responsible for this area\u201d. <\/span>He keeps his distance and doesn\u2019t force a restaurant choice on us. <\/span>Finally we find one and he ensures that the boss won\u2019t overcharge us, and takes off, having made a somewhat graceful exit to perhaps the two most frustrating hours of the trip so far.<\/span><\/p>\n

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For us, Hunan was a mostly cop-free experience. We saw traffic officers at checkpoints who returned our waves with smiles, we asked street cops for directions who always helpfully obliged. <\/span>I would like to emphasize that Chinese policemen usually make for pleasant interactions. <\/span>But we found a slightly different situation in the hinterlands of Anhui and Jiangxi provinces. <\/span>Quite often we were not allowed to stay at otherwise suitable luguans<\/em>. <\/span>Other times we had to spend the evening with the cops, filling out paperwork. <\/span>Other times the innkeepers themselves had to go to some expense and trouble to copy or scan our documents.<\/span><\/p>\n

The reason for these proceedings remains unclear. Cheaper luguans <\/em>used to be completely unavailable to foreigners in China. Presumably the thinking was that foreigners should stay at more expensive places so they only see the best side of China, and so they leave more money behind. Now that it’s legal for foreigners to stay at most of these places, it’s unclear why some police departments demand that the otherwise silly paperwork be filled out. Perhaps they are really concerned about being responsible for foreigners staying at hotels without guards. Perhaps it’s simply left over thinking from the bad old days.<\/p>\n

In any case, the effect for us is the same. We spend more time filling paperwork that will never serve a purpose. In the meantime we’re glad that the cops we deal with are polite, not brutal. We can also be thankful that it is only when staying in luguans<\/em> where cops have sway over us, and that we can return to countries where our speech and family planning are not also managed by the government.<\/p>\n

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