Marquel, TPVs NYTimes Privacy and Net Neutrality Section correspondent, was surfing the Net, when he read, 2 Members of Sect Executed in China for Deadly Beating at McDonald’s.
The followers of the Church of Almighty God, a banned religious order, were executed over the deadly attack of a woman who had declined to give her phone number. Unlike in Americas, where we are encouraged to keep our privacy private, the Chinese seem to feel otherwise. Not to give your number is thought of as evil and, as in this case, can lead to your death. Marquel wondered how such different societies could ever hope to mesh or at least understand one another.
Marquel went to Chinatown and visited Mufi’s restaurant. He explained his interest and Mufi said fine, emphasizing, “good luck.” It was lunchtime and the restaurant, even though unmarked, was overflowing.
Marquel approached two men, and said hello. They offered him some noodles and barbecued quail but Marquel said he had just one question.
“Yes, what is it?” They asked.
“No no. Your number. What’s your number?” They asked.
“Virgin, virgin,” they said, laughing and smiling. “Only virgins give telephone number? Good idea!” They exclaimed.
“That not good. She stay virgin long time like that.” Said one.
“We be offended,” they said.
“That could start a fight. You don’t pry like that.” They said.
“No. It means you want to continue the conversation. What’s wrong with that?” They asked.
“Well Christian group is not real Chinese group. Kind of silly. Why be Christian in China? You can be Buddhist. Or any number of other religions. But Christian not Chinese.” They said.
“No no. That group nuts. That’s what I mean. For Chinese, you nuts to be Christian. Why do that? But still the woman nuts too. So she insulted this Christian group that already knows they’re nuts so maybe like the woman was calling them nuts, and they overreacted a bit.” They said.
Halfway through, they looked at each other, and almost conspiratorially turned to me. “It’s also Mao,” they said. “In the red book he said, ‘We share our fate, we share our numbers, but we don’t share our chopsticks.‘ “
“Many people think it’s a misinterpretation. There were no telephones then. You could not share that number. You didn’t have one. But the numbers, in the sense of the great numbers of people, we were all expected to share ourselves.”
“Never. Mao believed in health. That’s why you don’t pry into somebody’s health. And chopsticks were almost always wooden. Very unhealthy.
I went home. On the C train I blocked all the numbers to whom I’d given out mine. I’d rather share a chopstick.
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You’re on a roll, bro. Crazy fun! Loved it
perfect pitch
i almost died laughing reading it
ditto
ditto2
crazy indeed. and funny because of Marquel
I love Charlie Chan’s mysteries myself. Well chosen