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华尔街日报 2011-07-28 19:16:50
一份周一发布的调查报告显示，亚裔美国人拥有常春藤盟校学位的比例较大，但当上公司高管的比例低于其他族裔。
纽约非盈利智库工作-生活政策中心(Center for Work-Life Policy)一份报告显示，大约5%的美国居民将自己认定为亚裔，但财富500强公司管理职位中，由亚裔美国人士担任的不到2%。
只有八位亚裔人士目前为财富500强公司一把手，其中包括花旗集团(Citigroup Inc.)的潘伟迪(Vikram Pandit)和雅芳(Avon Products Inc.)的钟彬娴(Andrea Jung)。但亚裔常常是拿着很多人梦寐以求的文凭进入职场的。据全国教育统计中心(National Center for Education Statistics)数据，亚洲人和亚裔美国人占常春藤盟校本科生的16%，占加州大学伯克林分校(University of California at Berkeley)、麻省理工学院(Massachusetts Institute of Technology)和斯坦福大学(Stanford University)本科生的35%。
工作-生活政策中心这份报告调查了2,952人，涵盖所有族裔，包括亚裔美国人(其中一半出生在美国)。报告还包括对受调查者和几家公司的后续访谈，这几家公司正为亚裔员工建立职业发展规划。
报告显示，四分之一的亚裔受访者说，他们在工作中面临着歧视，同时只有4%的白种人相信亚裔人在工作中受到了不公平对待。
报告显示，迄今为止，还很少有公司因为亚裔被视为“模范少数族裔”而为亚裔员工建立职业发展规划。报告作者之一拉希德(Ripa Rashid)说，这次调查揭示了她常从员工和管理者那里听来的一些东西：在美国公司里常常带来成功的那种高调和自夸，亚裔美国人由于文化上的原因并不擅长。拉希德说，他们只管埋头苦干，以为就这样就能做到高层。
调查还显示，亚裔员工可能不擅长跟同事分享个人生活，所以让更多资深同事成为导师和支持者的可能性也就更小。
制药巨头默克公司(Merck & Co.)启动了一个名为“精通文化之艺术”的计划，来帮助亚裔员工改善他们的软技能，比如怎样做演示报告。默克公司的文化多样性负责人达吉特 (Deborah Dagit)说，几年前知道自己需要的是一个大胆计划时，我们恍然大悟。2009年年底，默克公司在美国的员工有6%声称自己为亚裔，但在该公司的高管当中，这个族裔只占4%。
从2010年年初开始，基金管理公司联博(AllianceBernstein)让非盈利演说组织 Toastmasters来为其亚裔员工举行每月两次的自愿性学习班。联博目前在纽约、圣安东尼奥、得克萨斯和英国都开有Toastmasters的学习班。该公司负责人才管理和多元文化的瓦利亚(Vicki Walia)说，我们不想把它做成一个培训项目，因为培训项目往往是一刀切。企业顾问、《打破竹子天花板》(Breaking the Bamboo Ceiling)一书作者Jane Hyun说，亚裔美国人在工作中面临着十分微妙但又很强大的文化屏障。她说，亚洲有一种说法是最吵的鸭子挨枪子，而在美国则是会哭的孩子有奶吃;这些事情完全相反，相互矛盾。
Jane Hyun帮助默克公司制定了前述计划。她指出，这个计划是否成功，关键在于20名非亚裔高管是否认可。她说，在美国，我们往往以为我们应该简单地用同样的办法对待所有人，但这不一定是应对迥异文化价值观的最佳方法。
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第79届《无间道风云》
第78届《撞车》
第77届《百万美元宝贝》
第76届《指环王3》
第75届《芝加哥》
第74届《美丽心灵》
第73届《角斗士》
第72届《美国丽人》
第71届《莎翁情史》
第70届《泰坦尼克号》
第69届《英国病人》
第68届《勇敢的心》
第67届《阿甘正传》
第66届《辛德勒名单》
第65届《不可饶恕》
第64届《沉默的羔羊》
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第61届《雨人》
第60届《末代皇帝》
第59届《野战排》
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第56届《母女情深》
第55届《甘地传》
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第52届《克莱默夫妇》
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第49届《洛奇》
第48届《飞越疯人院》
第47届《教父第二部》
第46届《骗中骗》
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第44届《法国贩毒网》
第43届《巴顿将军》
第42届《午夜牛郎》
第41届《雾都孤儿》
第40届《炎热的夜晚》
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第22届《彗星美人》
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第20届《君子协定》
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第15届《忠勇之家》
第14届《青山翠谷》
第13届《蝴蝶梦》
第12届《乱世佳人》
第11届《浮生若梦》
第10届《佐拉传》
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第07届《一夜风流》
第06届《乱世春秋》
第05届《大饭店》
第04届《壮志千秋》
第03届《西线无战事》
第02届《百老汇的旋律》
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2009（81届）
获奖
《Slumdog Millionaire》贫民窟的百万富翁
提名
《The Curious Case of Benjamin Button》本杰明·巴顿奇事
2008（80届）
获奖
《No Country for Old Men》老无所依
提名
《Atonement》赎罪
《Michael Clayton》迈克尔·克莱顿
《There Will Be Blood》血色将至
《Juneau》朱诺
2007（79届)
获奖
《The Departed》(2006)无间道风云
提名
《Little Miss Sunshine》阳光小美女
《Letters from Iwo Jima》硫磺岛家书
《The Queen》女王
《Babe》通天塔
2006（78届）
获奖
Crash（2004）撞车
提名
Capote（2005）卡波特
Brokeback Mountain（2005）断背山
Good Night And Good Luck（2005）晚安，好运
Munich（2005）慕尼黑
2005（77届）
获奖
Million Dollar Baby （2004）百万美元宝贝
提名
The Aviator （2004）飞行者
Sideways （2004）杯酒人生
Finding Neverland （2004）寻找梦幻岛
Ray（2004）雷
2004（76届）
获奖
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of The King (2003) 指环王III：王者回归
提名
Lost in Translation (2003) 迷失东京
Master And Commander:The Far Side of the World (2003) 怒海争锋
Mystic River (2003) 神秘河
Seabiscuit (2003) 奔腾年代
2003（75届）
获奖
Chicago (2002) 芝加哥
提名
The Pianist (2002) 钢琴师
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) 指环王II:双塔奇兵
The Hours(2002) 时时刻刻
Gangs of New York (2002) 纽约黑帮
2002（74届）
获奖
A Beautiful Mind (2001) 美丽心灵
提名
Moulin Rouge! (2001) 红磨坊
Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) 指环王I：魔戒初现
In the Bedroom (2001) 意外边缘
Gosford Park (2001) 高斯弗庄园
2001（73届）
获奖
Gladiator (2000) 角斗士
提名
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (2000) 卧虎藏龙
Traffic (2000) 毒品网络
Erin Brockovich (2000) 永不妥协
Chocolat (2000) 浓情巧克力
2000（72届）
获奖
American Beauty (1999) 美国丽人
提名
The Sixth Sense (1999) 灵异第六感
The Insider (1999) 惊爆内幕
The Green Mile (1999) 绿色奇迹
The Cider House Rules (1999) 总有骄阳
1999（71届）
获奖
Shakespeare in Love (1998) 莎翁情史
提名
La Vita è bella (1997) 美丽人生
The Thin Red Line (1998) 红色警戒
Saving Private Ryan (1998) 拯救大兵瑞恩
Elizabeth (1998) 伊莉莎白
1998（70届）
获奖
Titanic (1997) 泰坦尼克号
提名
L.A. Confidential (1997) 洛城机密
Good Will Hunting (1997) 骄阳似我
The Full Monty (1997) 一脱到底
As Good As It Gets (1997) 尽善尽美
1997（69届）
获奖
The English Patient (1996) 英国病人
提名
Shine (1996) 闪亮的风采
Secrets & Lies (1996) 秘密与谎言
Jerry Maguire (1996) 甜心先生 Fargo (1996) 雪花膏离奇命案
1996（68届）
获奖
Braveheart (1995) 勇敢的心
提名
Sense and Sensibility (1995) 理智与情感 Il Postino (1994) 邮差
Babe (1995) 小猪宝贝
Apollo 13 (1995) 阿波罗13号
1995（67届）
获奖
Forrest Gump (1994) 阿甘正传
提名
The Shawshank Redemption (1994) 肖申克的救赎
Quiz Show (1994) 机智问答
Pulp Fiction (1994) 低俗小说
Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) 四个婚礼和一个葬礼
1994（66届）
获奖
Schindler's List (1993) 辛德勒的名单
提名
The Remains of the Day (1993) 告别有情天
Piano, The (1993) 钢琴课
In the Name of the Father (1993) 因父之名
The Fugitive (1993) 亡命天涯
1993（65届）
获奖
Unforgiven (1992) 不可饶恕
提名
Scent of a Woman (1992) 闻香识女人
Howards End (1992) 此情可问天
A Few Good Men (1992) 义海雄风
The Crying Game (1992) 哭泣游戏
1992（64届）
获奖
The Silence of the Lambs (1991) 沉默的羔羊
提名
The Prince of Tides (1991) 潮浪王子
JFK (1991) 惊天大刺杀
Bugsy (1991) 一代情枭毕斯
Beauty and the Beast (1991) 美女与野兽
1991（63届）
获奖
Dances with Wolves (1990) 与狼共舞
提名
Goodfellas (1990) 好家伙
The Godfather: Part III (1990) 教父III
Ghost (1990) 人鬼情未了
Awakenings (1990) 无语问苍天
1990（62届）
获奖
Driving Miss Daisy (1989) 为戴茜小姐开车
提名
My Left Foot (1989) 我的左脚
Field of Dreams (1989) 梦幻之地
Dead Poets Society (1989) 死亡诗社
Born on the Fourth of July (1989) 生于七月四日
1989（61届）
获奖
Rain Man (1988) 雨人
提名
Working Girl (1988) 上班女郎
Mississippi Burning (1988) 烈血暴潮
Dangerous Liaisons (1988) 危险关系
The Accidental Tourist (1988) 意外的旅客
1988（60届）
获奖
The Last Emperor (1987) 末代皇帝
提名
Moonstruck (1987) 月色撩人
Hope and Glory (1987) 希望与荣耀
Fatal Attraction (1987) 致命的吸引力
Broadcast News (1987) 收播新闻
1987（59届）
获奖
Platoon (1986) 野战排
提名
A Room with a View (1986) 看得见风景的房间
The Mission (1986) 教会
Hannah and Her Sisters (1986) 汉娜姐妹
Children of a Lesser God (1986) 悲怜上帝的女儿
1986（58届）
获奖
Out of Africa (1985) 走出非洲
提名
Witness (1985) 证人
Prizzi's Honor (1985) 普里兹家族的荣誉
Kiss of the Spider Woman (1985) 蜘蛛女之吻
The Color Purple (1985) 紫色
1985（57届）
获奖
Amadeus (1984) 莫扎特传
提名
A Soldier's Story (1984) 大兵
Places in the Heart (1984) 我心深处
A Passage to India (1984) 印度之行
The Killing Fields (1984) 战火屠城
1984（56届）
获奖
Terms of Endearment (1983) 母女情深
提名
Tender Mercies (1983) 温柔的怜悯
The Right Stuff (1983) 征空先锋
The Dresser (1983) 近身
The Big Chill (1983) 山水又相逢
1983（55届）
获奖
Gandhi (1982) 甘地传
提名
The Verdict(1982) 大审判
Tootsie (1982) 窈窕淑男
Missing (1982) 失踪
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) 外星人E.T.
1982（54届）
获奖
Chariots of Fire (1981) 火的战车
提名
Reds (1981) 烽火赤焰万里情
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) 夺宝奇兵
On Golden Pond (1981) 金色池塘
Atlantic City (1980) 大西洋城
1981（53届）
获奖
Ordinary People (1980) 普通人
提名
Tess (1979) 苔丝
Raging Bull (1980) 愤怒的公牛
The Elephant Man (1980) 象人
Coal Miner's Daughter (1980) 矿工的女儿
1980（52届）
获奖
Kramer vs. Kramer (1979) 克莱默夫妇
提名
Norma Rae (1979) 诺玛蕊
Breaking Away (1979) 突破
Apocalypse Now (1979) 现代启示录
All That Jazz (1979) 浮生若梦
1979（51届）
获奖
The Deer Hunter (1978) 猎鹿人
提名
An Unmarried Woman (1978) 不结婚的女人
Midnight Express (1978) 午夜快车
Heaven Can Wait (1978) 天堂可以等待
Coming Home (1978) 返乡
1978（50届）
获奖
Annie Hall (1977) 安妮·霍尔
提名
The Turning Point (1977) 转折点
Star Wars (1977) 星球大战
Julia (1977) 茱莉亚
The Goodbye Girl (1977) 再见女郎
1977（49届）
获奖
Rocky (1976) 洛奇
提名
Taxi Driver (1976) 的士司机
Network (1976) 电视台风云
Bound for Glory (1976) 奔向光荣
All the President's Men (1976) 惊天大阴谋
1976（48届）
获奖
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975) 飞越疯人院
提名
Nashville (1975) 纳斯维尔
Jaws (1975) 大白鲨
Dog Day Afternoon (1975) 炎热的下午
Barry Lyndon (1975) 乱世儿女
1975（47届）
获奖
The Godfather: Part II (1974) 教父II
提名
The Towering Inferno (1974) 火烧摩天楼
Lenny (1974) 连尼传
The Conversation (1974) 对话
Chinatown (1974) 唐人街
1974（46届）
获奖
The Sting (1973) 骗中骗
提名
Viskningar och rop (1972) 哭泣与耳语
A Touch of Class (1973) 金屋春宵
The Exorcist (1973) 驱魔人
American Graffiti (1973) 美国风情画
1973（45届）
获奖
The Godfather (1972) 教父
提名
Utvandrarna (1971) 大移民
Sounder (1972) 儿子离家时
Deliverance (1972) 激流四勇士
Cabaret (1972) 歌厅
1972（44届）
获奖
The French Connection (1971) 法国贩毒网
提名
Nicholas and Alexandra (1971) 俄宫秘史
The Last Picture Show (1971) 最后一场电影
Fiddler on the Roof (1971) 屋顶上的小提琴手
A Clockwork Orange (1971) 发条橙
1971（43届）
获奖
Patton (1970) 巴顿将军
提名
MASH (1970) 风流医生俏护士
Love Story (1970) 爱情故事
Five Easy Pieces (1970) 五只歌
Airport (1970) 国际机场
1970（42届）
获奖
Midnight Cowboy (1969) 午夜牛郎
提名
Z (1969) 大风暴
Hello, Dolly! (1969) 俏红娘
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) 虎豹小霸王
Anne of the Thousand Days (1969) 安妮的一千日
1969（41届）
获奖
Oliver! (1968) 雾都孤儿
提名
Romeo and Juliet (1968) 殉情记
Rachel, Rachel (1968) 巧妇怨
The Lion in Winter (1968) 冬狮
Funny Girl (1968) 妙女郎
1968（40届）
获奖
In the Heat of the Night (1967) 炎热的夜晚
提名
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967) 猜猜谁来吃晚餐
The Graduate (1967) 毕业生
Doctor Dolittle (1967) 杜立德医生
Bonnie and Clyde (1967) 雌雄大盗
1967（39届）
获奖
A Man for All Seasons (1966) 日月精忠
提名
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966) 灵欲春宵
The Sand Pebbles (1966) 圣保罗号炮艇
The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming (1966) 俄国人来了
Alfie (1966) 风流奇男子
1966（38届）
获奖
The Sound of Music (1965) 音乐之声
提名
A Thousand Clowns (1965) 一千个小丑
Ship of Fools (1965) 愚人船
Doctor Zhivago (1965) 日瓦戈医生
Darling (1965) 亲爱的
1965（37届）
获奖
My Fair Lady (1964) 窈窕淑女
提名
Mary Poppins (1964) 欢乐满人间
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) 奇爱博士
Becket (1964) 雄霸天下
Alexis Zorbas (1964) 希腊人左巴
1964（36届）
获奖
Tom Jones (1963) 汤姆琼斯
提名
Lilies of the Field (1963) 野百合
How the West Was Won (1962) 西部开拓史
Cleopatra (1963) 埃及艳后
America, America (1963) 美国、美国
1963（35届）
获奖
Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 阿拉伯的劳伦斯
提名
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) 杀死一只知更鸟
Mutiny on the Bounty (1962) 叛舰喋血记
The Music Man (1962) 欢乐音乐妙无穷
The Longest Day (1962) 最长的一天
1962（34届）
获奖
West Side Story (1961) 西区故事
提名
Judgment at Nuremberg (1961) 纽伦堡的审判
The Hustler (1961) 江湖浪子
The Guns of Navarone (1961) 纳瓦隆大炮
Fanny (1961) 春宵花月夜
1961（33届）
获奖
The Apartment (1960) 公寓春光
提名
The Sundowners (1960) 夕阳西下
Sons and Lovers (1960) 儿子与情人
Elmer Gantry (1960) 灵与欲
The Alamo (1960) 边城英烈传
1960（32届）
获奖
Ben-Hur (1959) 宾虚
提名
Room at the Top (1959) 金屋泪
The Nun's Story (1959) 修女传
The Diary of Anne Frank (1959) 安妮日记
Anatomy of a Murder (1959) 桃色血案
1959（31届）
获奖
Gigi (1958) 金粉世界
提名
Separate Tables (1958) 鸳鸯谱
The Defiant Ones (1958) 逃狱惊魂
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) 朱门巧妇
Auntie Mame (1958) 玛咪姑妈
1958（30届）
获奖
The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957) 桂河大桥
提名
Witness for the Prosecution (1957) 控方证人
Sayonara (1957) 樱花恋
Peyton Place (1957) 冷暖人间
12 Angry Men (1957) 十二怒汉
1957（29届）
获奖
Around the World in Eighty Days (1956) 八十日环游世界
提名
The Ten Commandments (1956) 十诫
The King and I (1956) 国王与我
Giant (1956) 巨人传
Friendly Persuasion (1956) 四海一家
1956（28届）
获奖
Marty (1955) 马蒂
提名
The Rose Tattoo (1955) 玫瑰梦
Picnic (1955) 野宴
Mister Roberts (1955) 罗伯茨先生
Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing (1955) 爱情多么美好
1955（27届）
获奖
On the Waterfront (1954) 码头风云
提名
Three Coins in the Fountain (1954) 泉水中的三枚硬币
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954) 七对佳偶
The Country Girl (1954) 乡下姑娘
The Caine Mutiny (1954) 凯恩舰叛变
1954（26届）
获奖
From Here to Eternity (1953) 乱世忠魂
提名
Shane (1953) 原野奇侠
Roman Holiday (1953) 罗马假日
The Robe (1953) 圣袍千秋
Julius Caesar (1953) 恺撒大帝
1953（25届）
获奖
The Greatest Show on Earth (1952) 戏王之王
提名
The Quiet Man (1952) 平静的人
Moulin Rouge (1952) 青楼情孽
Ivanhoe (1952) 劫后英雄传
High Noon (1952) 正午
1952（24届）
获奖
An American in Paris (1951) 花都艳舞
提名
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) 欲望号街车
Quo Vadis? (1951) 暴君焚城录
A Place in the Sun (1951) 郎心如铁
Decision Before Dawn (1951) 血战莱茵河
1951（23届）
获奖
All About Eve (1950) 彗星美人
提名
Sunset Blvd. (1950) 日落大道
King Solomon's Mines (1950) 所罗王宝藏
Father of the Bride (1950) 岳父大人
Born Yesterday (1950) 绛帐海堂春
1950（22届）
获奖
All the King's Men (1949) 当代奸雄
提名
Twelve O'Clock High (1949) 晴空血战史
A Letter to Three Wives (1949) 三妻艳史
The Heiress (1949) 千金小姐
Battleground (1949) 战场
1949（21届）
获奖
Hamlet (1948) 王子复仇记
提名
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) 碧血金沙
Snake Pit, The (1948) 毒龙潭
Red Shoes, The (1948) 红菱艳
Johnny Belinda (1948) 心声泪影
1948（20届）
获奖
Gentleman's Agreement (1947) 君子协定
提名
Miracle on 34th Street (1947) 梦幻街奇缘
Great Expectations (1946) 孤星血泪
Crossfire (1947) 双雄斗智
The Bishop's Wife (1947) 主教之妻
1947（19届）
获奖
Best Years of Our Lives, The (1946) 黄金时代
提名
The Yearling (1946) 鹿苑长春
The Razor's Edge (1946) 剃刀边缘
It's a Wonderful Life (1946) 风云人物
Henry V (1944) 亨利五世
1946（18届）
获奖
The Lost Weekend (1945) 失去的周末
提名
Spellbound (1945) 爱德华医生
Mildred Pierce (1945) 欲海情魔
The Bells of St. Mary's (1945) 圣玛丽的钟声
Anchors Aweigh (1945) 翠风艳曲
1945（17届）
获奖
Going My Way (1944) 与我同行
提名
Wilson (1944) 威尔逊总统传
Since You Went Away (1944) 自君别后
Gaslight (1944) 煤气灯下
Double Indemnity (1944) 双重保险
1944（16届）
获奖
Casablanca (1942) 卡萨布兰卡
提名
Watch on the Rhine (1943) 守卫莱茵河
The Song of Bernadette (1943) 圣女之歌
The Ox-Bow Incident (1943) 龙城风云
The More the Merrier (1943) 小姑居处
Madame Curie (1943) 居里夫人
In Which We Serve (1942) 与祖国同在
The Human Comedy (1943) 小镇的天空
Heaven Can Wait (1943) 天长地久
For Whom the Bell Tolls (1943) 战地钟声
1943（15届）
获奖
Mrs. Miniver (1942) 忠勇之家
提名
Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942) 胜利之歌
Wake Island (1942) 复活鸟
The Talk of the Town (1942) 慈母泪
Random Harvest (1942) 断肠云雨
The Pride of the Yankees (1942) 扬基的骄傲
The Pied Piper (1942) 仙笛神童
The Magnificent Ambersons (1942) 伟大的安巴逊大族
Kings Row (1942)
Forty-Ninth Parallel (1941) 魔影袭人来
1942（14届）
获奖
How Green Was My Valley (1941) 青山翠谷
提名
Suspicion (1941) 深闺疑云
Sergeant York (1941) 约克军曹
One Foot in Heaven (1941)
The Maltese Falcon (1941) 枭巢喋血战
The Little Foxes (1941) 小狐狸
Hold Back the Dawn (1941) 良宵苦短
Here Comes Mr. Jordan (1941) 佐丹先生出马
Citizen Kane (1941) 公民凯恩
Blossoms In the Dust (1941) 落花飘零
1941（13届）
获奖
Rebecca (1940) 蝴蝶梦
提名
The Philadelphia Story (1940) 费城故事
Our Town (1940) 我们的小镇
The Long Voyage Home (1940) 天涯路
The Letter (1940) 香笺泪
Kitty Foyle: The Natural History of a Woman (1940) 女人万岁
The Great Dictator (1940) 大独裁者
The Grapes of Wrath (1940) 愤怒的葡萄
Foreign Correspondent (1940) 海外特派员
All This, and Heaven Too (1940) 卿何遵命
1940（12届）
获奖
Gone with the Wind (1939) 乱世佳人
提名
Wuthering Heights (1939) 呼啸山庄
The Wizard of Oz (1939) 绿野仙踪
Stagecoach (1939) 关山飞渡
Of Mice and Men (1939) 人鼠之间
Ninotchka (1939) 异国鸳鸯
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) 史密斯游美京
Love Affair (1939) 爱情事件
Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939) 万世师表
Dark Victory (1939) 黑暗的胜利
1939（11届）
获奖
You Can't Take It with You (1938) 浮生若梦
提名
Test Pilot (1938) 试验飞行员
Pygmalion (1938) 窈窕淑女
Jezebel (1938) 红衫泪痕
La Grande illusion (1937) 大幻影
Four Daughters (1938) 四千金
The Citadel (1938) 卫城记
Boys Town (1938) 孤儿乐园
Alexander's Ragtime Band (1938) 亚历山大的爵士乐队
The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) 罗宾汉历险记
1938（10届）
获奖
The Life of Emile Zola (1937) 左拉传
提名
A Star Is Born (1937) 一个明星的诞生
Stage Door (1937) 摘星梦难圆
One Hundred Men and a Girl (1937)
Lost Horizon (1937) 消失在地平线
In Old Chicago (1937) 芝加哥大火记
The Good Earth (1937) 大地
Dead End (1937) 死角
Captains Courageous (1937) 怒海余生
The Awful Truth (1937) 春闺风月
1937（9届）
获奖
The Great Ziegfeld (1936) 歌舞大王齐格飞
提名
Three Smart Girls (1936) 春闺三凤
A Tale of Two Cities (1935) 双城记
The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936) 万世流芳
San Francisco (1936) 火烧旧金山
Romeo and Juliet (1936) 罗密欧与朱丽叶
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) 迪兹先生进城
Libeled Lady (1936) 假戏真做
Dodsworth (1936) 孔雀夫人
Anthony Adverse (1936) 风流世家
1936（8届）
获奖
Mutiny on the Bounty (1935) 叛舰喋血记
提名
Top Hat (1935) 礼帽
Ruggles of Red Gap (1935) 风雨血痕
The Personal History, Adventures, Experience, & Observation of David Copperfield the Younger (1935) 大卫．科伯菲尔德
Naughty Marietta (1935) 淘气的玛丽达
Les Misérables (1935) 悲惨世界
A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935) 仲夏夜之梦
The Lives of a Bengal Lancer (1935) 抗敌英雄
The Informer (1935) 告密者
Captain Blood (1935) 船长血
Broadway Melody of 1936 (1935)
Alice Adams (1935) 寂寞芳心
1935（7届）
获奖
It Happened One Night (1934) 一夜风流
提名
The White Parade (1934)
Viva Villa! (1934) 自由万岁
The Thin Man (1934) 瘦子
One Night of Love (1934) 一夜爱情
Imitation of Life (1934)
The House of Rothschild (1934)
Here Comes the Navy (1934)
The Gay Divorcee (1934) 柳暗花明
Flirtation Walk (1934)
Cleopatra (1934) 埃及艳后
The Barretts of Wimpole Street (1934) 红楼春怨
1934（6届）
获奖
Cavalcade (1933) 乱世春秋
提名
State Fair (1933) 爱州博览会
Smilin' Through (1932)
She Done Him Wrong (1933) 侬本多情
The Private Life of Henry VIII (1933) 亨利八世的私生活
Little Women (1933) 小妇人
Lady for a Day (1933) 一日贵妇
I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang (1932) 逃亡
A Farewell to Arms (1932) 告别武器
42nd Street (1933) 第四十二街
1932（5届）
获奖
Grand Hotel (1932) 大饭店
提名
The Smiling Lieutenant (1931)
Shanghai Express (1932) 上海快车
One Hour with You (1932)
Five Star Final (1931)
The Champ(1931) 舐犊情深
Bad Girl (1931) 坏女郎
Arrowsmith (1931)
1931（4届）
获奖
Cimarron (1931) 壮志千秋
提名
Trader Horn (1931) 大探险
Skippy (1931) 淘哥儿
The Front Page (1931) 犯罪的都市
East Lynne (1931)
1930（3届）
获奖
All Quiet on the Western Front (1930) 西线无战事
提名
The Love Parade (1929) 璇宫艳史
The Divorcee (1930) 弃妇怨
Disraeli (1929) 英宫外史
The Big House (1930) 牢狱鸳
1929（2届）
获奖
The Broadway Melody (1929) 百老汇歌舞
提名
The Patriot (1928) 爱国者
In Old Arizona (1929) 亚利桑那奇侠
The Hollywood Revue of 1929 (1929)
Alibi (1929)
第80届《老无所依》
第79届《无间道风云》
第78届《撞车》
第77届《百万美元宝贝》
第76届《指环王3》
第75届《芝加哥》
第74届《美丽心灵》
第73届《角斗士》
第72届《美国丽人》
第71届《莎翁情史》
第70届《泰坦尼克号》
第69届《英国病人》
第68届《勇敢的心》
第67届《阿甘正传》
第66届《辛德勒名单》
第65届《不可饶恕》
第64届《沉默的羔羊》
第63届《与狼共舞》
第62届《温馨接送情》
第61届《雨人》
第60届《末代皇帝》
第59届《野战排》
第58届《走出非洲》
第57届《莫扎特》
第56届《母女情深》
第55届《甘地传》
第54届《火之战车》
第53届《普通人》
第52届《克莱默夫妇》
第51届《猎鹿人》
第50届《安妮.霍尔》
第49届《洛奇》
第48届《飞越疯人院》
第47届《教父第二部》
第46届《骗中骗》
第45届《教父》
第44届《法国贩毒网》
第43届《巴顿将军》
第42届《午夜牛郎》
第41届《雾都孤儿》
第40届《炎热的夜晚》
第39届《四季之人》
第38届《音乐之声》
第37届《窈窕淑女》
第36届《汤姆．琼斯》
第35届《阿拉伯的劳伦斯》
第34届《西区故事》
第33届《公寓》
第32届《宾虚》
第31届《琪琪》
第30届《桂河桥》
第29届《环游世界八十天》
第28届《马蒂》
第27届《码头风云》
第26届《永垂不朽》
第25届《大马戏团》
第24届《花都艳舞》
第23届《当代奸雄》
第22届《彗星美人》
第21届《哈姆雷特》
第20届《君子协定》
第19届《黄金时代》
第18届《失去的周末》
第17届《与我同行》
第16届《卡萨布兰卡》
第15届《忠勇之家》
第14届《青山翠谷》
第13届《蝴蝶梦》
第12届《乱世佳人》
第11届《浮生若梦》
第10届《佐拉传》
第09届《歌舞大王》
第08届《叛舰喋血记》
第07届《一夜风流》
第06届《乱世春秋》
第05届《大饭店》
第04届《壮志千秋》
第03届《西线无战事》
第02届《百老汇的旋律》
第01届《翼》
《巴黎圣母院》
《诺丁山》
《罗马假日》
《肖申克的救赎》
http://www.douban.com/group/topic/9947934/
2009（81届）
获奖
《Slumdog Millionaire》贫民窟的百万富翁
提名
《The Curious Case of Benjamin Button》本杰明·巴顿奇事
2008（80届）
获奖
《No Country for Old Men》老无所依
提名
《Atonement》赎罪
《Michael Clayton》迈克尔·克莱顿
《There Will Be Blood》血色将至
《Juneau》朱诺
2007（79届)
获奖
《The Departed》(2006)无间道风云
提名
《Little Miss Sunshine》阳光小美女
《Letters from Iwo Jima》硫磺岛家书
《The Queen》女王
《Babe》通天塔
2006（78届）
获奖
Crash（2004）撞车
提名
Capote（2005）卡波特
Brokeback Mountain（2005）断背山
Good Night And Good Luck（2005）晚安，好运
Munich（2005）慕尼黑
2005（77届）
获奖
Million Dollar Baby （2004）百万美元宝贝
提名
The Aviator （2004）飞行者
Sideways （2004）杯酒人生
Finding Neverland （2004）寻找梦幻岛
Ray（2004）雷
2004（76届）
获奖
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of The King (2003) 指环王III：王者回归
提名
Lost in Translation (2003) 迷失东京
Master And Commander:The Far Side of the World (2003) 怒海争锋
Mystic River (2003) 神秘河
Seabiscuit (2003) 奔腾年代
2003（75届）
获奖
Chicago (2002) 芝加哥
提名
The Pianist (2002) 钢琴师
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) 指环王II:双塔奇兵
The Hours(2002) 时时刻刻
Gangs of New York (2002) 纽约黑帮
2002（74届）
获奖
A Beautiful Mind (2001) 美丽心灵
提名
Moulin Rouge! (2001) 红磨坊
Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) 指环王I：魔戒初现
In the Bedroom (2001) 意外边缘
Gosford Park (2001) 高斯弗庄园
2001（73届）
获奖
Gladiator (2000) 角斗士
提名
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (2000) 卧虎藏龙
Traffic (2000) 毒品网络
Erin Brockovich (2000) 永不妥协
Chocolat (2000) 浓情巧克力
2000（72届）
获奖
American Beauty (1999) 美国丽人
提名
The Sixth Sense (1999) 灵异第六感
The Insider (1999) 惊爆内幕
The Green Mile (1999) 绿色奇迹
The Cider House Rules (1999) 总有骄阳
1999（71届）
获奖
Shakespeare in Love (1998) 莎翁情史
提名
La Vita è bella (1997) 美丽人生
The Thin Red Line (1998) 红色警戒
Saving Private Ryan (1998) 拯救大兵瑞恩
Elizabeth (1998) 伊莉莎白
1998（70届）
获奖
Titanic (1997) 泰坦尼克号
提名
L.A. Confidential (1997) 洛城机密
Good Will Hunting (1997) 骄阳似我
The Full Monty (1997) 一脱到底
As Good As It Gets (1997) 尽善尽美
1997（69届）
获奖
The English Patient (1996) 英国病人
提名
Shine (1996) 闪亮的风采
Secrets & Lies (1996) 秘密与谎言
Jerry Maguire (1996) 甜心先生 Fargo (1996) 雪花膏离奇命案
1996（68届）
获奖
Braveheart (1995) 勇敢的心
提名
Sense and Sensibility (1995) 理智与情感 Il Postino (1994) 邮差
Babe (1995) 小猪宝贝
Apollo 13 (1995) 阿波罗13号
1995（67届）
获奖
Forrest Gump (1994) 阿甘正传
提名
The Shawshank Redemption (1994) 肖申克的救赎
Quiz Show (1994) 机智问答
Pulp Fiction (1994) 低俗小说
Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) 四个婚礼和一个葬礼
1994（66届）
获奖
Schindler's List (1993) 辛德勒的名单
提名
The Remains of the Day (1993) 告别有情天
Piano, The (1993) 钢琴课
In the Name of the Father (1993) 因父之名
The Fugitive (1993) 亡命天涯
1993（65届）
获奖
Unforgiven (1992) 不可饶恕
提名
Scent of a Woman (1992) 闻香识女人
Howards End (1992) 此情可问天
A Few Good Men (1992) 义海雄风
The Crying Game (1992) 哭泣游戏
1992（64届）
获奖
The Silence of the Lambs (1991) 沉默的羔羊
提名
The Prince of Tides (1991) 潮浪王子
JFK (1991) 惊天大刺杀
Bugsy (1991) 一代情枭毕斯
Beauty and the Beast (1991) 美女与野兽
1991（63届）
获奖
Dances with Wolves (1990) 与狼共舞
提名
Goodfellas (1990) 好家伙
The Godfather: Part III (1990) 教父III
Ghost (1990) 人鬼情未了
Awakenings (1990) 无语问苍天
1990（62届）
获奖
Driving Miss Daisy (1989) 为戴茜小姐开车
提名
My Left Foot (1989) 我的左脚
Field of Dreams (1989) 梦幻之地
Dead Poets Society (1989) 死亡诗社
Born on the Fourth of July (1989) 生于七月四日
1989（61届）
获奖
Rain Man (1988) 雨人
提名
Working Girl (1988) 上班女郎
Mississippi Burning (1988) 烈血暴潮
Dangerous Liaisons (1988) 危险关系
The Accidental Tourist (1988) 意外的旅客
1988（60届）
获奖
The Last Emperor (1987) 末代皇帝
提名
Moonstruck (1987) 月色撩人
Hope and Glory (1987) 希望与荣耀
Fatal Attraction (1987) 致命的吸引力
Broadcast News (1987) 收播新闻
1987（59届）
获奖
Platoon (1986) 野战排
提名
A Room with a View (1986) 看得见风景的房间
The Mission (1986) 教会
Hannah and Her Sisters (1986) 汉娜姐妹
Children of a Lesser God (1986) 悲怜上帝的女儿
1986（58届）
获奖
Out of Africa (1985) 走出非洲
提名
Witness (1985) 证人
Prizzi's Honor (1985) 普里兹家族的荣誉
Kiss of the Spider Woman (1985) 蜘蛛女之吻
The Color Purple (1985) 紫色
1985（57届）
获奖
Amadeus (1984) 莫扎特传
提名
A Soldier's Story (1984) 大兵
Places in the Heart (1984) 我心深处
A Passage to India (1984) 印度之行
The Killing Fields (1984) 战火屠城
1984（56届）
获奖
Terms of Endearment (1983) 母女情深
提名
Tender Mercies (1983) 温柔的怜悯
The Right Stuff (1983) 征空先锋
The Dresser (1983) 近身
The Big Chill (1983) 山水又相逢
1983（55届）
获奖
Gandhi (1982) 甘地传
提名
The Verdict(1982) 大审判
Tootsie (1982) 窈窕淑男
Missing (1982) 失踪
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) 外星人E.T.
1982（54届）
获奖
Chariots of Fire (1981) 火的战车
提名
Reds (1981) 烽火赤焰万里情
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) 夺宝奇兵
On Golden Pond (1981) 金色池塘
Atlantic City (1980) 大西洋城
1981（53届）
获奖
Ordinary People (1980) 普通人
提名
Tess (1979) 苔丝
Raging Bull (1980) 愤怒的公牛
The Elephant Man (1980) 象人
Coal Miner's Daughter (1980) 矿工的女儿
1980（52届）
获奖
Kramer vs. Kramer (1979) 克莱默夫妇
提名
Norma Rae (1979) 诺玛蕊
Breaking Away (1979) 突破
Apocalypse Now (1979) 现代启示录
All That Jazz (1979) 浮生若梦
1979（51届）
获奖
The Deer Hunter (1978) 猎鹿人
提名
An Unmarried Woman (1978) 不结婚的女人
Midnight Express (1978) 午夜快车
Heaven Can Wait (1978) 天堂可以等待
Coming Home (1978) 返乡
1978（50届）
获奖
Annie Hall (1977) 安妮·霍尔
提名
The Turning Point (1977) 转折点
Star Wars (1977) 星球大战
Julia (1977) 茱莉亚
The Goodbye Girl (1977) 再见女郎
1977（49届）
获奖
Rocky (1976) 洛奇
提名
Taxi Driver (1976) 的士司机
Network (1976) 电视台风云
Bound for Glory (1976) 奔向光荣
All the President's Men (1976) 惊天大阴谋
1976（48届）
获奖
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975) 飞越疯人院
提名
Nashville (1975) 纳斯维尔
Jaws (1975) 大白鲨
Dog Day Afternoon (1975) 炎热的下午
Barry Lyndon (1975) 乱世儿女
1975（47届）
获奖
The Godfather: Part II (1974) 教父II
提名
The Towering Inferno (1974) 火烧摩天楼
Lenny (1974) 连尼传
The Conversation (1974) 对话
Chinatown (1974) 唐人街
1974（46届）
获奖
The Sting (1973) 骗中骗
提名
Viskningar och rop (1972) 哭泣与耳语
A Touch of Class (1973) 金屋春宵
The Exorcist (1973) 驱魔人
American Graffiti (1973) 美国风情画
1973（45届）
获奖
The Godfather (1972) 教父
提名
Utvandrarna (1971) 大移民
Sounder (1972) 儿子离家时
Deliverance (1972) 激流四勇士
Cabaret (1972) 歌厅
1972（44届）
获奖
The French Connection (1971) 法国贩毒网
提名
Nicholas and Alexandra (1971) 俄宫秘史
The Last Picture Show (1971) 最后一场电影
Fiddler on the Roof (1971) 屋顶上的小提琴手
A Clockwork Orange (1971) 发条橙
1971（43届）
获奖
Patton (1970) 巴顿将军
提名
MASH (1970) 风流医生俏护士
Love Story (1970) 爱情故事
Five Easy Pieces (1970) 五只歌
Airport (1970) 国际机场
1970（42届）
获奖
Midnight Cowboy (1969) 午夜牛郎
提名
Z (1969) 大风暴
Hello, Dolly! (1969) 俏红娘
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) 虎豹小霸王
Anne of the Thousand Days (1969) 安妮的一千日
1969（41届）
获奖
Oliver! (1968) 雾都孤儿
提名
Romeo and Juliet (1968) 殉情记
Rachel, Rachel (1968) 巧妇怨
The Lion in Winter (1968) 冬狮
Funny Girl (1968) 妙女郎
1968（40届）
获奖
In the Heat of the Night (1967) 炎热的夜晚
提名
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967) 猜猜谁来吃晚餐
The Graduate (1967) 毕业生
Doctor Dolittle (1967) 杜立德医生
Bonnie and Clyde (1967) 雌雄大盗
1967（39届）
获奖
A Man for All Seasons (1966) 日月精忠
提名
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966) 灵欲春宵
The Sand Pebbles (1966) 圣保罗号炮艇
The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming (1966) 俄国人来了
Alfie (1966) 风流奇男子
1966（38届）
获奖
The Sound of Music (1965) 音乐之声
提名
A Thousand Clowns (1965) 一千个小丑
Ship of Fools (1965) 愚人船
Doctor Zhivago (1965) 日瓦戈医生
Darling (1965) 亲爱的
1965（37届）
获奖
My Fair Lady (1964) 窈窕淑女
提名
Mary Poppins (1964) 欢乐满人间
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) 奇爱博士
Becket (1964) 雄霸天下
Alexis Zorbas (1964) 希腊人左巴
1964（36届）
获奖
Tom Jones (1963) 汤姆琼斯
提名
Lilies of the Field (1963) 野百合
How the West Was Won (1962) 西部开拓史
Cleopatra (1963) 埃及艳后
America, America (1963) 美国、美国
1963（35届）
获奖
Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 阿拉伯的劳伦斯
提名
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) 杀死一只知更鸟
Mutiny on the Bounty (1962) 叛舰喋血记
The Music Man (1962) 欢乐音乐妙无穷
The Longest Day (1962) 最长的一天
1962（34届）
获奖
West Side Story (1961) 西区故事
提名
Judgment at Nuremberg (1961) 纽伦堡的审判
The Hustler (1961) 江湖浪子
The Guns of Navarone (1961) 纳瓦隆大炮
Fanny (1961) 春宵花月夜
1961（33届）
获奖
The Apartment (1960) 公寓春光
提名
The Sundowners (1960) 夕阳西下
Sons and Lovers (1960) 儿子与情人
Elmer Gantry (1960) 灵与欲
The Alamo (1960) 边城英烈传
1960（32届）
获奖
Ben-Hur (1959) 宾虚
提名
Room at the Top (1959) 金屋泪
The Nun's Story (1959) 修女传
The Diary of Anne Frank (1959) 安妮日记
Anatomy of a Murder (1959) 桃色血案
1959（31届）
获奖
Gigi (1958) 金粉世界
提名
Separate Tables (1958) 鸳鸯谱
The Defiant Ones (1958) 逃狱惊魂
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) 朱门巧妇
Auntie Mame (1958) 玛咪姑妈
1958（30届）
获奖
The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957) 桂河大桥
提名
Witness for the Prosecution (1957) 控方证人
Sayonara (1957) 樱花恋
Peyton Place (1957) 冷暖人间
12 Angry Men (1957) 十二怒汉
1957（29届）
获奖
Around the World in Eighty Days (1956) 八十日环游世界
提名
The Ten Commandments (1956) 十诫
The King and I (1956) 国王与我
Giant (1956) 巨人传
Friendly Persuasion (1956) 四海一家
1956（28届）
获奖
Marty (1955) 马蒂
提名
The Rose Tattoo (1955) 玫瑰梦
Picnic (1955) 野宴
Mister Roberts (1955) 罗伯茨先生
Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing (1955) 爱情多么美好
1955（27届）
获奖
On the Waterfront (1954) 码头风云
提名
Three Coins in the Fountain (1954) 泉水中的三枚硬币
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954) 七对佳偶
The Country Girl (1954) 乡下姑娘
The Caine Mutiny (1954) 凯恩舰叛变
1954（26届）
获奖
From Here to Eternity (1953) 乱世忠魂
提名
Shane (1953) 原野奇侠
Roman Holiday (1953) 罗马假日
The Robe (1953) 圣袍千秋
Julius Caesar (1953) 恺撒大帝
1953（25届）
获奖
The Greatest Show on Earth (1952) 戏王之王
提名
The Quiet Man (1952) 平静的人
Moulin Rouge (1952) 青楼情孽
Ivanhoe (1952) 劫后英雄传
High Noon (1952) 正午
1952（24届）
获奖
An American in Paris (1951) 花都艳舞
提名
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) 欲望号街车
Quo Vadis? (1951) 暴君焚城录
A Place in the Sun (1951) 郎心如铁
Decision Before Dawn (1951) 血战莱茵河
1951（23届）
获奖
All About Eve (1950) 彗星美人
提名
Sunset Blvd. (1950) 日落大道
King Solomon's Mines (1950) 所罗王宝藏
Father of the Bride (1950) 岳父大人
Born Yesterday (1950) 绛帐海堂春
1950（22届）
获奖
All the King's Men (1949) 当代奸雄
提名
Twelve O'Clock High (1949) 晴空血战史
A Letter to Three Wives (1949) 三妻艳史
The Heiress (1949) 千金小姐
Battleground (1949) 战场
1949（21届）
获奖
Hamlet (1948) 王子复仇记
提名
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) 碧血金沙
Snake Pit, The (1948) 毒龙潭
Red Shoes, The (1948) 红菱艳
Johnny Belinda (1948) 心声泪影
1948（20届）
获奖
Gentleman's Agreement (1947) 君子协定
提名
Miracle on 34th Street (1947) 梦幻街奇缘
Great Expectations (1946) 孤星血泪
Crossfire (1947) 双雄斗智
The Bishop's Wife (1947) 主教之妻
1947（19届）
获奖
Best Years of Our Lives, The (1946) 黄金时代
提名
The Yearling (1946) 鹿苑长春
The Razor's Edge (1946) 剃刀边缘
It's a Wonderful Life (1946) 风云人物
Henry V (1944) 亨利五世
1946（18届）
获奖
The Lost Weekend (1945) 失去的周末
提名
Spellbound (1945) 爱德华医生
Mildred Pierce (1945) 欲海情魔
The Bells of St. Mary's (1945) 圣玛丽的钟声
Anchors Aweigh (1945) 翠风艳曲
1945（17届）
获奖
Going My Way (1944) 与我同行
提名
Wilson (1944) 威尔逊总统传
Since You Went Away (1944) 自君别后
Gaslight (1944) 煤气灯下
Double Indemnity (1944) 双重保险
1944（16届）
获奖
Casablanca (1942) 卡萨布兰卡
提名
Watch on the Rhine (1943) 守卫莱茵河
The Song of Bernadette (1943) 圣女之歌
The Ox-Bow Incident (1943) 龙城风云
The More the Merrier (1943) 小姑居处
Madame Curie (1943) 居里夫人
In Which We Serve (1942) 与祖国同在
The Human Comedy (1943) 小镇的天空
Heaven Can Wait (1943) 天长地久
For Whom the Bell Tolls (1943) 战地钟声
1943（15届）
获奖
Mrs. Miniver (1942) 忠勇之家
提名
Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942) 胜利之歌
Wake Island (1942) 复活鸟
The Talk of the Town (1942) 慈母泪
Random Harvest (1942) 断肠云雨
The Pride of the Yankees (1942) 扬基的骄傲
The Pied Piper (1942) 仙笛神童
The Magnificent Ambersons (1942) 伟大的安巴逊大族
Kings Row (1942)
Forty-Ninth Parallel (1941) 魔影袭人来
1942（14届）
获奖
How Green Was My Valley (1941) 青山翠谷
提名
Suspicion (1941) 深闺疑云
Sergeant York (1941) 约克军曹
One Foot in Heaven (1941)
The Maltese Falcon (1941) 枭巢喋血战
The Little Foxes (1941) 小狐狸
Hold Back the Dawn (1941) 良宵苦短
Here Comes Mr. Jordan (1941) 佐丹先生出马
Citizen Kane (1941) 公民凯恩
Blossoms In the Dust (1941) 落花飘零
1941（13届）
获奖
Rebecca (1940) 蝴蝶梦
提名
The Philadelphia Story (1940) 费城故事
Our Town (1940) 我们的小镇
The Long Voyage Home (1940) 天涯路
The Letter (1940) 香笺泪
Kitty Foyle: The Natural History of a Woman (1940) 女人万岁
The Great Dictator (1940) 大独裁者
The Grapes of Wrath (1940) 愤怒的葡萄
Foreign Correspondent (1940) 海外特派员
All This, and Heaven Too (1940) 卿何遵命
1940（12届）
获奖
Gone with the Wind (1939) 乱世佳人
提名
Wuthering Heights (1939) 呼啸山庄
The Wizard of Oz (1939) 绿野仙踪
Stagecoach (1939) 关山飞渡
Of Mice and Men (1939) 人鼠之间
Ninotchka (1939) 异国鸳鸯
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) 史密斯游美京
Love Affair (1939) 爱情事件
Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939) 万世师表
Dark Victory (1939) 黑暗的胜利
1939（11届）
获奖
You Can't Take It with You (1938) 浮生若梦
提名
Test Pilot (1938) 试验飞行员
Pygmalion (1938) 窈窕淑女
Jezebel (1938) 红衫泪痕
La Grande illusion (1937) 大幻影
Four Daughters (1938) 四千金
The Citadel (1938) 卫城记
Boys Town (1938) 孤儿乐园
Alexander's Ragtime Band (1938) 亚历山大的爵士乐队
The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) 罗宾汉历险记
1938（10届）
获奖
The Life of Emile Zola (1937) 左拉传
提名
A Star Is Born (1937) 一个明星的诞生
Stage Door (1937) 摘星梦难圆
One Hundred Men and a Girl (1937)
Lost Horizon (1937) 消失在地平线
In Old Chicago (1937) 芝加哥大火记
The Good Earth (1937) 大地
Dead End (1937) 死角
Captains Courageous (1937) 怒海余生
The Awful Truth (1937) 春闺风月
1937（9届）
获奖
The Great Ziegfeld (1936) 歌舞大王齐格飞
提名
Three Smart Girls (1936) 春闺三凤
A Tale of Two Cities (1935) 双城记
The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936) 万世流芳
San Francisco (1936) 火烧旧金山
Romeo and Juliet (1936) 罗密欧与朱丽叶
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) 迪兹先生进城
Libeled Lady (1936) 假戏真做
Dodsworth (1936) 孔雀夫人
Anthony Adverse (1936) 风流世家
1936（8届）
获奖
Mutiny on the Bounty (1935) 叛舰喋血记
提名
Top Hat (1935) 礼帽
Ruggles of Red Gap (1935) 风雨血痕
The Personal History, Adventures, Experience, & Observation of David Copperfield the Younger (1935) 大卫．科伯菲尔德
Naughty Marietta (1935) 淘气的玛丽达
Les Misérables (1935) 悲惨世界
A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935) 仲夏夜之梦
The Lives of a Bengal Lancer (1935) 抗敌英雄
The Informer (1935) 告密者
Captain Blood (1935) 船长血
Broadway Melody of 1936 (1935)
Alice Adams (1935) 寂寞芳心
1935（7届）
获奖
It Happened One Night (1934) 一夜风流
提名
The White Parade (1934)
Viva Villa! (1934) 自由万岁
The Thin Man (1934) 瘦子
One Night of Love (1934) 一夜爱情
Imitation of Life (1934)
The House of Rothschild (1934)
Here Comes the Navy (1934)
The Gay Divorcee (1934) 柳暗花明
Flirtation Walk (1934)
Cleopatra (1934) 埃及艳后
The Barretts of Wimpole Street (1934) 红楼春怨
1934（6届）
获奖
Cavalcade (1933) 乱世春秋
提名
State Fair (1933) 爱州博览会
Smilin' Through (1932)
She Done Him Wrong (1933) 侬本多情
The Private Life of Henry VIII (1933) 亨利八世的私生活
Little Women (1933) 小妇人
Lady for a Day (1933) 一日贵妇
I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang (1932) 逃亡
A Farewell to Arms (1932) 告别武器
42nd Street (1933) 第四十二街
1932（5届）
获奖
Grand Hotel (1932) 大饭店
提名
The Smiling Lieutenant (1931)
Shanghai Express (1932) 上海快车
One Hour with You (1932)
Five Star Final (1931)
The Champ(1931) 舐犊情深
Bad Girl (1931) 坏女郎
Arrowsmith (1931)
1931（4届）
获奖
Cimarron (1931) 壮志千秋
提名
Trader Horn (1931) 大探险
Skippy (1931) 淘哥儿
The Front Page (1931) 犯罪的都市
East Lynne (1931)
1930（3届）
获奖
All Quiet on the Western Front (1930) 西线无战事
提名
The Love Parade (1929) 璇宫艳史
The Divorcee (1930) 弃妇怨
Disraeli (1929) 英宫外史
The Big House (1930) 牢狱鸳
1929（2届）
获奖
The Broadway Melody (1929) 百老汇歌舞
提名
The Patriot (1928) 爱国者
In Old Arizona (1929) 亚利桑那奇侠
The Hollywood Revue of 1929 (1929)
Alibi (1929)
Friday, July 22, 2011
中国式思维遇美国化子女 孝道不再华裔老人孤寂
中国式思维遇美国化子女 孝道不再华裔老人孤寂
2011-05-13 11:27 中国新闻网
http://overseas.cn.yahoo.com/ypen/20110513/360224.html
布鲁克林华人协会为老人提供各种福利申请服务。
中新网5月13日电 据美国《世界周刊》报道，美东温州同乡会几名负责人日前看望多位七、八十岁的温州籍长者，回来后“心里很不舒服”，原因是这些老人家的子女明明都有房子、也有积蓄，却独居或住在养老院，“孤苦伶仃”。会长黄根弟说：“华人子女的孝道观念似乎出了问题”。
美国联邦老人局(Administration on Aging)把65岁以上的人定义为耆老。纽约越棉寮小区中心主任郑石很早就对纽约华裔老人受虐情况进行过研究。他认为，美国华人家庭的矛盾和冲突相当普遍。如果耆老在年龄很大时才到美国，具有中国思维，但他们很早就到美国的子女“早就美国化了”，两者对问题的看法自然不同。
小区人士指出，华裔长者对待孝道的态度大致分为两类。第一类是“老移民”。他们在美国生活多年后，了解美国人的孝道观念，对子女是否敬孝并不在乎。第二类是那些“老年新移民”。他们在老年后随子女移民赴美，原想把孙子带大后留在子女家里养老，不料孙子长大后，子女却对他们“恶言恶语”，甚至把他们“赶出家门”，让这些没有思想准备的长者顿时无所适从。
纽约大学社会工作学教授卢又华博士指出，中国的传统孝道在美国已经发生很大变化。在中国生活大半辈子的耆老会发现，早年赴美的子女已经变得“不中不西”，孙辈们已是美国人，“子女们要求父母做出改变，以适应美国社会”。她认为，中国孝道是付出，而美国文化是索取，两者矛盾。因此，她建议华裔长者不妨放弃“与子女住在一起”的观念，应利用美国优良的社会福利，学会独立生活，以便安度晚年。
子媳不孝母亲返国
研究防止虐待耆老多年的郑石遇到许多华裔老人被虐待的案件。他说，给他印象最深的是一个康州华裔妇女的案件。这名妇女的儿子媳妇都是高级知识分子，儿子是大学教授，媳妇是医师，但对母亲不孝，母亲最后离家出走，独自返回中国。
他说，老人从中国来美是帮助儿子带孙子。但因为个子瘦小、身体羸弱，抱不动孙子。儿子媳妇看到母亲帮不上忙，就想把母亲赶走，但母亲表示“自己走”。她打算从康州步行走到纽约曼哈顿的中国总领事馆，但没走多远就晕倒在路上。当地政府发现老人后，就开车将老人送到中领馆。中领馆也无法照顾这样的老人，就和越棉寮小区服务中心联系，希望他们接手处理。“我们给她的儿子媳妇打电话，他们说没有地方住”。郑石找到华埠的旅馆老板苏焕光，后者拿出一个房间让她免费住了一个多月。“我们觉得这样下去不是办法，就出钱给她买张到上海的机票，送她回国了”。
纽约市法拉盛福寿老人中心主任王能也时常听到“子女不孝”的故事。曾有华裔长者赴美帮助女儿带孩子，金融危机发生后，还把自己的养老金拿出来支持女儿女婿。但是，外孙女上学后，女儿开始嫌弃老人，逼迫老人回中国，并说不会还钱，因为“还不出来”。
他说，两岸三地对养儿防老的想法不尽相同。持有这个想法的大陆人比较多，台湾和香港的要少一些。卢又华也说，来自两岸三地华人家庭不同。例如，台湾经济起飞较早，家庭比较富裕，孩子毕业后留在美国，家庭还寄钱给子女买房子。等到他们退休后，才来美国养老。而一些大陆老人完全依靠子女，结果就不一样。
中国父母美国子女
卢又华也提到中美文化的不同。美国文化强调个人独立自主，自我发展；而华人以家庭为单元来处理人际关系，包括父母、配偶和子女，为了家庭利益甚至牺牲个人。例如，有的华裔妇女为了照顾家庭，放弃个人的发展，被西方人认为“病态”，没有健康的自我。她说，这种牺牲自我的事情在华人家庭很常见。例如，有的妹妹为了支持哥哥留学，放弃自己的学业，打工挣钱养家，“西方人会认为这是不健康的”。在美国的文化观念里，每个人要先发展自己，发展后再帮助别人。
由于中、美文化差异较大，华人家庭的孩子就只能在夹缝中生存。“家庭里是中国文化，学校和公司里又是美国文化”。这些华人子女处在两种文化的冲突当中。有的子女无法适应，内心充满痛苦，甚至割腕自杀。她在临床上看到许多华人不适应美国文化而产生的心理问题。有人割腕自杀后，家庭问题才暴露出来。有的父母是大陆新移民，子女生活压力很大。同时，儿子媳妇来自不同的家庭，有的甚至是非华裔，发生冲突不可避免。另外，家庭里的西化程度也不一样，互相之间也会产生矛盾。
郑石指出，子女希望老人家来美照顾自己的孩子，但一些华裔长者在中国长大，过惯了穷日子，看不惯“浪费一块钱”，教育下一代的方法与子女不同。中国老人与美国子女发生冲突的情况“满普遍”。他说，中国人讲究孝道，但是美国生活紧张，新移民更是如此，儿女有时两头不能兼顾。同时，儿女本身也有自己的困难，如在主流社会遇到挫折，甚至失业。“儿女两头不讨好，只有责任，没有权利”。儿女有时失控，变得脾气坏，就不讲孝道了。
适应美国孝道变化
王能表示，不能认为把父母送进养老院就不好。子女把父母送进养老院，可能是新移民需要外出工作，经济压力大。有些长辈生病，现在有机构可以照顾，送过去对子女是个帮助。但是，“子女要三不五时地去看望父母”。不过，有的子女需要老人家带孩子，就对父母很孝顺，因为父母“尚存剩余价值”。但是，一旦不需要老人家了，子女就开始嫌弃。“其实，想到小时候把子女带大，又帮助子女带孩子，现在无用了被子女抛弃，长辈们心里会很难受”。
父母也要理解子女的难处。他们在外边受到委屈，如被老板或同事欺负，心里很气愤，却无处发泄。刚回家吃饭，父母就抱怨“菜咬不动”，儿子也许就火了，说出“吃不动就不要吃”的话来。他认为，移民是一个过程，大家都要重新开始。有的老人过去在家里是老大，一言九鼎，但是来到美国后，感到自己什么都不是，会有失落感。
他说，一名长者经常来老人中心活动，向他抱怨女儿不给他买面包吃。他向这位长者的女儿问及此事。女儿回答，他们不住在华人小区，她在曼哈顿上班，下班后就在住家附近买面包，但是老人家“要吃中国面包店的面包，外国面包不好吃”。他认为，能够成为父母与子女，也是人生的缘分。子女和父母双方都要互相体谅。
在布鲁克林八大道老人中心做了18年义工的伍锐说，他1977年从广东台山移民赴美，现在三个儿子和两个女儿全在美国，都成家立业，他们夫妻两人独立生活。今年88岁的他表示，“子女对我们很孝顺”。他的经验是“不要与子女多罗嗦”。他说，孩子们上了一天班，身心疲惫，回到家里就想休息一下。但是，父母在家里带孙子，憋了一天，看到孩子回来就想讲话，“这样，一讲就会吵起来”。
美国孝道伦理互惠
随着美国逐渐进入老龄社会，养老成为美国人普遍关心的问题。《纽约时报》专门开设“新晚年”(New Old Age)栏目，请有关专家解答读者的疑问。2010年2月26日，该报发表波士顿一名读者的来信和专家的回信。回信称，美国有关孝道(filial responsibility)的法律可以追溯至古罗马，该法认为“子女有责任照顾父母”，把孝道视为伦理(ethics)和互惠(reciprocity)：“在你小时候，你的父母照顾你；现在作为回报，你要照顾他们”。
这名读者来信问：当保险公司或政府部门支付耆老的照顾费用后，然后向其成年子女及其家庭要求补偿时，成年子女应该怎么办？专家回答说，读者问的就是“孝道”。专家专出，这件事无关保险公司，而与州政府有关。有关孝道的法律相当普遍。在上世纪50年代，美国45个州和联邦政府都有相应的法律条文。但是，在新政(New Deal)期间，“社会保险法”通过和“由政府而不是家庭承担责任”的概念开始占上风后，孝道法律逐渐淡化了。
目前，美国仍然有28个州保持孝道法律。在华人居民较多州内，加州有孝道法，而纽约、德州及伊利诺伊州则没有这样的法律。在这些实施该法律的州中，其中16个州进行民事处罚。“如果你不赡养父母，他们会追查你的财产和收入”。在实施孝道刑事处罚的八个州中，违反孝道者可能会被送进监狱。民事和刑事两种方法都采用的州有四个。在麻州，“不合理地忽视”(unreasonably neglects)支持贫穷和无法照顾自己的父母，将会面临一年监禁和200 元罚款。但是，专家表示，孝道法律很少被强制执行。在保持孝道法律的28个州中，11个州从来没有用过此法律。
另外，法规也允许在一定情况下子女不需实行孝道。例如，如果子女无力支持父母、执行法律会使他们破产时，他们可以免除责任。又例如，假如父母在子女儿童期间弃养子女，子女没有互惠责任在成年后赡养父母。法律规定，如果父母对孩子做了什么错事，即法律上称为“脏手”(unclean hands)，那么子女可以不尽孝道。卢又华认为，尽孝应是付出，而不是索取。不过，一些华人子女学到的是只想索取的美国文化。例如，有了房子还想要大房子，有了钱还想要更多的钱，而不是给予，贪婪导致美国的金融危机。“他们学会美国文化，却没有留住中国文化”。有的父母不鼓励子女讲中文，不觉得孝道是个问题。“有一天，他们的子女对他们不好时，他们才会觉醒”。
独立生活是件好事
卢又华说，美国长大的华人子女已经西化，一心想过自己的小日子。他们帮助父母申请社会补助金(SSI)，把父母送进老人公寓，认为对父母已经尽责了。但是，老人的感觉却不好，好像被遗弃了。“实际上，他们想和子女住在一起，一家团圆，享受天伦之乐”。也有耆老比较独立，觉得这样生活不错。
她说，这些在美国接受教育的子女总是希望自己的父母变成真正的美国父母，自己能够独立生活，而不是和自己住在一起的中国父母。有的儿女也有痛苦，生活压力太大，想尽孝但做不到。“但是，许多老人感到独立很难”。她说，如果父母两人生活在一起还好些，如果只剩一个人就很惨。有的中国老人能够适应变化，到老年班学习英语，认识一些老年朋友，逐渐独立。在子女搬到其它州生活后，他们也不随着搬走，而是留在当地生活，和朋友跳舞、上课、打麻将等。她认为，美国政府对老人很好，他们不能自理还可以请家庭护理，帮助打扫卫生和做饭，完全可以独立。
郑石认为，美国华人多少都会受到美国文化的影响，不然不能生存。但是，其出发点要让父母可以接受。美国人讲求隐私，因此许多年轻人不愿意和父母住在一起，“分开不一定不好”。但是，子女要把父母安排好。有的父母患上慢性病，而子女又要工作，不可能每天照顾老人。“如果送老人去养老院，子女要经常去探望”。
孝道是件自然的事情。现在华人家庭最大问题是，父母和子女互相不理解对方的难处，看不到对方的困难。老人看不到美国与中国的不同，子女也看不到父母照顾孙辈的辛劳。在中国，父母生病，兄弟姐妹可以轮流照顾，分担压力。在美国，这种情况很少。他听说，中国的孝道传统也发生变化，许多年轻人在外边闯荡，也是无暇照顾父母。(韩杰)
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2011-05-13 11:27 中国新闻网
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布鲁克林华人协会为老人提供各种福利申请服务。
中新网5月13日电 据美国《世界周刊》报道，美东温州同乡会几名负责人日前看望多位七、八十岁的温州籍长者，回来后“心里很不舒服”，原因是这些老人家的子女明明都有房子、也有积蓄，却独居或住在养老院，“孤苦伶仃”。会长黄根弟说：“华人子女的孝道观念似乎出了问题”。
美国联邦老人局(Administration on Aging)把65岁以上的人定义为耆老。纽约越棉寮小区中心主任郑石很早就对纽约华裔老人受虐情况进行过研究。他认为，美国华人家庭的矛盾和冲突相当普遍。如果耆老在年龄很大时才到美国，具有中国思维，但他们很早就到美国的子女“早就美国化了”，两者对问题的看法自然不同。
小区人士指出，华裔长者对待孝道的态度大致分为两类。第一类是“老移民”。他们在美国生活多年后，了解美国人的孝道观念，对子女是否敬孝并不在乎。第二类是那些“老年新移民”。他们在老年后随子女移民赴美，原想把孙子带大后留在子女家里养老，不料孙子长大后，子女却对他们“恶言恶语”，甚至把他们“赶出家门”，让这些没有思想准备的长者顿时无所适从。
纽约大学社会工作学教授卢又华博士指出，中国的传统孝道在美国已经发生很大变化。在中国生活大半辈子的耆老会发现，早年赴美的子女已经变得“不中不西”，孙辈们已是美国人，“子女们要求父母做出改变，以适应美国社会”。她认为，中国孝道是付出，而美国文化是索取，两者矛盾。因此，她建议华裔长者不妨放弃“与子女住在一起”的观念，应利用美国优良的社会福利，学会独立生活，以便安度晚年。
子媳不孝母亲返国
研究防止虐待耆老多年的郑石遇到许多华裔老人被虐待的案件。他说，给他印象最深的是一个康州华裔妇女的案件。这名妇女的儿子媳妇都是高级知识分子，儿子是大学教授，媳妇是医师，但对母亲不孝，母亲最后离家出走，独自返回中国。
他说，老人从中国来美是帮助儿子带孙子。但因为个子瘦小、身体羸弱，抱不动孙子。儿子媳妇看到母亲帮不上忙，就想把母亲赶走，但母亲表示“自己走”。她打算从康州步行走到纽约曼哈顿的中国总领事馆，但没走多远就晕倒在路上。当地政府发现老人后，就开车将老人送到中领馆。中领馆也无法照顾这样的老人，就和越棉寮小区服务中心联系，希望他们接手处理。“我们给她的儿子媳妇打电话，他们说没有地方住”。郑石找到华埠的旅馆老板苏焕光，后者拿出一个房间让她免费住了一个多月。“我们觉得这样下去不是办法，就出钱给她买张到上海的机票，送她回国了”。
纽约市法拉盛福寿老人中心主任王能也时常听到“子女不孝”的故事。曾有华裔长者赴美帮助女儿带孩子，金融危机发生后，还把自己的养老金拿出来支持女儿女婿。但是，外孙女上学后，女儿开始嫌弃老人，逼迫老人回中国，并说不会还钱，因为“还不出来”。
他说，两岸三地对养儿防老的想法不尽相同。持有这个想法的大陆人比较多，台湾和香港的要少一些。卢又华也说，来自两岸三地华人家庭不同。例如，台湾经济起飞较早，家庭比较富裕，孩子毕业后留在美国，家庭还寄钱给子女买房子。等到他们退休后，才来美国养老。而一些大陆老人完全依靠子女，结果就不一样。
中国父母美国子女
卢又华也提到中美文化的不同。美国文化强调个人独立自主，自我发展；而华人以家庭为单元来处理人际关系，包括父母、配偶和子女，为了家庭利益甚至牺牲个人。例如，有的华裔妇女为了照顾家庭，放弃个人的发展，被西方人认为“病态”，没有健康的自我。她说，这种牺牲自我的事情在华人家庭很常见。例如，有的妹妹为了支持哥哥留学，放弃自己的学业，打工挣钱养家，“西方人会认为这是不健康的”。在美国的文化观念里，每个人要先发展自己，发展后再帮助别人。
由于中、美文化差异较大，华人家庭的孩子就只能在夹缝中生存。“家庭里是中国文化，学校和公司里又是美国文化”。这些华人子女处在两种文化的冲突当中。有的子女无法适应，内心充满痛苦，甚至割腕自杀。她在临床上看到许多华人不适应美国文化而产生的心理问题。有人割腕自杀后，家庭问题才暴露出来。有的父母是大陆新移民，子女生活压力很大。同时，儿子媳妇来自不同的家庭，有的甚至是非华裔，发生冲突不可避免。另外，家庭里的西化程度也不一样，互相之间也会产生矛盾。
郑石指出，子女希望老人家来美照顾自己的孩子，但一些华裔长者在中国长大，过惯了穷日子，看不惯“浪费一块钱”，教育下一代的方法与子女不同。中国老人与美国子女发生冲突的情况“满普遍”。他说，中国人讲究孝道，但是美国生活紧张，新移民更是如此，儿女有时两头不能兼顾。同时，儿女本身也有自己的困难，如在主流社会遇到挫折，甚至失业。“儿女两头不讨好，只有责任，没有权利”。儿女有时失控，变得脾气坏，就不讲孝道了。
适应美国孝道变化
王能表示，不能认为把父母送进养老院就不好。子女把父母送进养老院，可能是新移民需要外出工作，经济压力大。有些长辈生病，现在有机构可以照顾，送过去对子女是个帮助。但是，“子女要三不五时地去看望父母”。不过，有的子女需要老人家带孩子，就对父母很孝顺，因为父母“尚存剩余价值”。但是，一旦不需要老人家了，子女就开始嫌弃。“其实，想到小时候把子女带大，又帮助子女带孩子，现在无用了被子女抛弃，长辈们心里会很难受”。
父母也要理解子女的难处。他们在外边受到委屈，如被老板或同事欺负，心里很气愤，却无处发泄。刚回家吃饭，父母就抱怨“菜咬不动”，儿子也许就火了，说出“吃不动就不要吃”的话来。他认为，移民是一个过程，大家都要重新开始。有的老人过去在家里是老大，一言九鼎，但是来到美国后，感到自己什么都不是，会有失落感。
他说，一名长者经常来老人中心活动，向他抱怨女儿不给他买面包吃。他向这位长者的女儿问及此事。女儿回答，他们不住在华人小区，她在曼哈顿上班，下班后就在住家附近买面包，但是老人家“要吃中国面包店的面包，外国面包不好吃”。他认为，能够成为父母与子女，也是人生的缘分。子女和父母双方都要互相体谅。
在布鲁克林八大道老人中心做了18年义工的伍锐说，他1977年从广东台山移民赴美，现在三个儿子和两个女儿全在美国，都成家立业，他们夫妻两人独立生活。今年88岁的他表示，“子女对我们很孝顺”。他的经验是“不要与子女多罗嗦”。他说，孩子们上了一天班，身心疲惫，回到家里就想休息一下。但是，父母在家里带孙子，憋了一天，看到孩子回来就想讲话，“这样，一讲就会吵起来”。
美国孝道伦理互惠
随着美国逐渐进入老龄社会，养老成为美国人普遍关心的问题。《纽约时报》专门开设“新晚年”(New Old Age)栏目，请有关专家解答读者的疑问。2010年2月26日，该报发表波士顿一名读者的来信和专家的回信。回信称，美国有关孝道(filial responsibility)的法律可以追溯至古罗马，该法认为“子女有责任照顾父母”，把孝道视为伦理(ethics)和互惠(reciprocity)：“在你小时候，你的父母照顾你；现在作为回报，你要照顾他们”。
这名读者来信问：当保险公司或政府部门支付耆老的照顾费用后，然后向其成年子女及其家庭要求补偿时，成年子女应该怎么办？专家回答说，读者问的就是“孝道”。专家专出，这件事无关保险公司，而与州政府有关。有关孝道的法律相当普遍。在上世纪50年代，美国45个州和联邦政府都有相应的法律条文。但是，在新政(New Deal)期间，“社会保险法”通过和“由政府而不是家庭承担责任”的概念开始占上风后，孝道法律逐渐淡化了。
目前，美国仍然有28个州保持孝道法律。在华人居民较多州内，加州有孝道法，而纽约、德州及伊利诺伊州则没有这样的法律。在这些实施该法律的州中，其中16个州进行民事处罚。“如果你不赡养父母，他们会追查你的财产和收入”。在实施孝道刑事处罚的八个州中，违反孝道者可能会被送进监狱。民事和刑事两种方法都采用的州有四个。在麻州，“不合理地忽视”(unreasonably neglects)支持贫穷和无法照顾自己的父母，将会面临一年监禁和200 元罚款。但是，专家表示，孝道法律很少被强制执行。在保持孝道法律的28个州中，11个州从来没有用过此法律。
另外，法规也允许在一定情况下子女不需实行孝道。例如，如果子女无力支持父母、执行法律会使他们破产时，他们可以免除责任。又例如，假如父母在子女儿童期间弃养子女，子女没有互惠责任在成年后赡养父母。法律规定，如果父母对孩子做了什么错事，即法律上称为“脏手”(unclean hands)，那么子女可以不尽孝道。卢又华认为，尽孝应是付出，而不是索取。不过，一些华人子女学到的是只想索取的美国文化。例如，有了房子还想要大房子，有了钱还想要更多的钱，而不是给予，贪婪导致美国的金融危机。“他们学会美国文化，却没有留住中国文化”。有的父母不鼓励子女讲中文，不觉得孝道是个问题。“有一天，他们的子女对他们不好时，他们才会觉醒”。
独立生活是件好事
卢又华说，美国长大的华人子女已经西化，一心想过自己的小日子。他们帮助父母申请社会补助金(SSI)，把父母送进老人公寓，认为对父母已经尽责了。但是，老人的感觉却不好，好像被遗弃了。“实际上，他们想和子女住在一起，一家团圆，享受天伦之乐”。也有耆老比较独立，觉得这样生活不错。
她说，这些在美国接受教育的子女总是希望自己的父母变成真正的美国父母，自己能够独立生活，而不是和自己住在一起的中国父母。有的儿女也有痛苦，生活压力太大，想尽孝但做不到。“但是，许多老人感到独立很难”。她说，如果父母两人生活在一起还好些，如果只剩一个人就很惨。有的中国老人能够适应变化，到老年班学习英语，认识一些老年朋友，逐渐独立。在子女搬到其它州生活后，他们也不随着搬走，而是留在当地生活，和朋友跳舞、上课、打麻将等。她认为，美国政府对老人很好，他们不能自理还可以请家庭护理，帮助打扫卫生和做饭，完全可以独立。
郑石认为，美国华人多少都会受到美国文化的影响，不然不能生存。但是，其出发点要让父母可以接受。美国人讲求隐私，因此许多年轻人不愿意和父母住在一起，“分开不一定不好”。但是，子女要把父母安排好。有的父母患上慢性病，而子女又要工作，不可能每天照顾老人。“如果送老人去养老院，子女要经常去探望”。
孝道是件自然的事情。现在华人家庭最大问题是，父母和子女互相不理解对方的难处，看不到对方的困难。老人看不到美国与中国的不同，子女也看不到父母照顾孙辈的辛劳。在中国，父母生病，兄弟姐妹可以轮流照顾，分担压力。在美国，这种情况很少。他听说，中国的孝道传统也发生变化，许多年轻人在外边闯荡，也是无暇照顾父母。(韩杰)
(责任编辑：吕阳)
Thursday, July 21, 2011
《许三观卖血记》读后感
http://baike.baidu.com/view/128869.htm
故事发生于解放初的五六十年代，那时主人公许三观还是一个青年，有着好奇心，责任心……生活成了他活下去的动力，不得不拼命地工作，但是依然无法保证生活。虽然卖血可以成为他生活的经济来源，但是他没有用卖血来维持，除非在非常无可奈何或者无助的时候，他才会想到用卖血来解决。小说围绕着卖血的经历，展开许三观生活中的琐琐事事，体现出一个男人所应当承担的某些责任，或许这也正是一种人生的无奈。小说饱含辛酸的经历，但也不乏幽默之处，比如每次卖血前喝足八碗水，这样身上的血就会多起来了，诸如此类的奇怪想法非常多。
作者个人认为小说的最后一节尤其精彩，许三观想吃猪肝，身边又没钱，他决定为自己卖一次血，但是到了医院，医生说他的血只能卖给油漆匠漆家具，可对于他来说卖血已成为他度过生活难关的唯一办法，无法卖血让他感到自己的人生走到了尽头,他坐着，哭了。
小说的具体情节非常生活化，就像讲述我们身边每天都在发生的事情，没有太多的写作技巧，也没有华丽的词汇，不过，在这个迷茫的时代，我们不必刻意去追求一些什么，只要存在着感觉，就已经足够了！
《许三观卖血记》以博大的温情描绘了磨难中的人生，以激烈的故事形式表达了人在面对厄运时求生的欲望。小说讲述了许三观靠着卖血度过了人生的一个个难关，战胜了命运强加给他的惊涛恶浪，而当他老了，知道自己的血再也没有人要时，精神却崩溃了。
《许三观卖血记》读后感
浏览次数：4093次 悬赏分：0 | 解决时间：2010-10-8 20:16 | 提问者：sU小云
http://zhidao.baidu.com/question/186314340.html
从没有读过这样的小说，真实而又平淡。
小说几乎没有什么的明显的高潮，但是又有一波接一波的感觉。人物性格似乎简单，但是又如此的矛盾，有些情节可以说是很可笑，但是又觉得也许那是属于那个时代的人性和劣根性。许三观和徐玉兰的糊涂婚姻仅仅是因为可笑的八角三分钱，但仅仅因为如此何小勇就曝露了自身的无情与自私；当许三观知道徐玉兰的不贞时气急败坏，一反常态，不再唯妻子命是从，看着方铁匠搬自己家东西帮忙不说还更卖力气，对于养了九年的一乐，心情十分复杂，爱也不是，恨也不是，始终走不出他是别人儿子的阴影。而徐玉兰的心情呢？到底他已成为这一家的女主人，她可以在不为妇之前，痛快的花掉八角三分钱，但是在嫁给许三观后，她比谁都会过日子，大声的对菜贩砍价还肆无忌惮的挑选每一颗菜，未雨绸缪平日攒米，以备不时之需，很大程度上是一个很贤惠的女人，但是也许她的遗憾就是她经常说的那句话，不知她到底造了什么孽，让她承受如此之多，她犯了女人的禁忌，也许当初她有把握嫁给何小勇的，并不知道会有一个许三观出现，于是她接受了来自何小勇的引诱，不贞成为她生命中挥之不去的烙印，愧疚，罪名，批斗，一乐的怨恨，她承受了太多，接受了太多的惩戒。但她却保守了一个秘密，一辈子都没有说出真相，她一口咬定是在婚后出轨，甚至都已经承认一乐不是许三观的儿子，去不肯交代自己的第一次送给了何小勇，也许考虑到许三观，自己的丈夫最大的承受力就是此种程度吧！
说说他们的儿子吧！我是最喜欢一乐的，是长子的原因吧，他特别的懂事，对于二乐三乐，他很有当哥哥的担当，三乐被打，找二乐帮忙，后来又拉来了一乐，一乐赢得很睿智。一乐是许三观的得力助手，许三观对一乐说：如果你是我的亲生儿子，我最喜欢的就是你。看了让人心酸的一句话，一乐从九岁就开始承受着这种本不应由他承受的压力，当许三观说他不是亲生儿子时，当一家人都去胜利饭店吃面条，而一乐只能吃一个没有手掌大的地瓜时，他的心有多疼。当找何小勇做亲爹时，何小勇打他，骂他，他只能一路向西，他伤心难过，没有人是他亲爹，最终他回到了许三观的身边，许三观对于一个养育了十几年的孩子，还是动了恻隐之心，也许真正的亲情并不来源于血缘关系，而是熟悉，习惯而已，一乐很孝顺，除了许三观的话谁的话都不会听，许三观不计前嫌让一乐为惨遭横祸的何小勇叫魂，那一幕，一乐和许三观一个屋上，一个屋下，他们的对话感染了我，那才是父子之情。
再说二乐，个人认为二乐是很八卦的，呵呵。哪里有事儿他哪里到，也许是那种年龄，他专门打听一些没用的事儿，无意间又跟别人说，消息多半是很可靠的。三乐呢，有点儿傻，但是是最幸福的一个吧，小时候是狗都闲的年龄是，大家都对他说：三乐走开。长大一点还没有脱离傻气，总是傻傻的笑，没有什么主见。
最后我还是要说许三观的，许三观一次次的卖血，每次都可以赚35元钱。有两三次我是很感动的。第一次是为了一乐还方铁匠钱，第二次是为了请二乐的生产队队长吃饭，还有就是为了给一乐治病，连续买下卖血的情节。最后一次卖血是很有深意，很有余韵的，还透着一种悲哀。沈血头嘲笑许三观的血只能卖给木匠当油漆，许三观久久不能释怀，他顿时认为自己已经太无用了，他用卖血的钱熬过了一次又一次的灾荒，而此时已没人要他的血，如果再有饥荒他要怎么办呢？最后的镜头是这样的徐玉兰带许三观来到了胜利饭店，吃了三次同样的黄酒和炒猪肝儿，两人相濡以沫，夫妻情深，没有了年轻时的吵吵闹闹，也许他们并没有存在过什么爱情，但是此情更珍贵。
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故事发生于解放初的五六十年代，那时主人公许三观还是一个青年，有着好奇心，责任心……生活成了他活下去的动力，不得不拼命地工作，但是依然无法保证生活。虽然卖血可以成为他生活的经济来源，但是他没有用卖血来维持，除非在非常无可奈何或者无助的时候，他才会想到用卖血来解决。小说围绕着卖血的经历，展开许三观生活中的琐琐事事，体现出一个男人所应当承担的某些责任，或许这也正是一种人生的无奈。小说饱含辛酸的经历，但也不乏幽默之处，比如每次卖血前喝足八碗水，这样身上的血就会多起来了，诸如此类的奇怪想法非常多。
作者个人认为小说的最后一节尤其精彩，许三观想吃猪肝，身边又没钱，他决定为自己卖一次血，但是到了医院，医生说他的血只能卖给油漆匠漆家具，可对于他来说卖血已成为他度过生活难关的唯一办法，无法卖血让他感到自己的人生走到了尽头,他坐着，哭了。
小说的具体情节非常生活化，就像讲述我们身边每天都在发生的事情，没有太多的写作技巧，也没有华丽的词汇，不过，在这个迷茫的时代，我们不必刻意去追求一些什么，只要存在着感觉，就已经足够了！
《许三观卖血记》以博大的温情描绘了磨难中的人生，以激烈的故事形式表达了人在面对厄运时求生的欲望。小说讲述了许三观靠着卖血度过了人生的一个个难关，战胜了命运强加给他的惊涛恶浪，而当他老了，知道自己的血再也没有人要时，精神却崩溃了。
《许三观卖血记》读后感
浏览次数：4093次 悬赏分：0 | 解决时间：2010-10-8 20:16 | 提问者：sU小云
http://zhidao.baidu.com/question/186314340.html
从没有读过这样的小说，真实而又平淡。
小说几乎没有什么的明显的高潮，但是又有一波接一波的感觉。人物性格似乎简单，但是又如此的矛盾，有些情节可以说是很可笑，但是又觉得也许那是属于那个时代的人性和劣根性。许三观和徐玉兰的糊涂婚姻仅仅是因为可笑的八角三分钱，但仅仅因为如此何小勇就曝露了自身的无情与自私；当许三观知道徐玉兰的不贞时气急败坏，一反常态，不再唯妻子命是从，看着方铁匠搬自己家东西帮忙不说还更卖力气，对于养了九年的一乐，心情十分复杂，爱也不是，恨也不是，始终走不出他是别人儿子的阴影。而徐玉兰的心情呢？到底他已成为这一家的女主人，她可以在不为妇之前，痛快的花掉八角三分钱，但是在嫁给许三观后，她比谁都会过日子，大声的对菜贩砍价还肆无忌惮的挑选每一颗菜，未雨绸缪平日攒米，以备不时之需，很大程度上是一个很贤惠的女人，但是也许她的遗憾就是她经常说的那句话，不知她到底造了什么孽，让她承受如此之多，她犯了女人的禁忌，也许当初她有把握嫁给何小勇的，并不知道会有一个许三观出现，于是她接受了来自何小勇的引诱，不贞成为她生命中挥之不去的烙印，愧疚，罪名，批斗，一乐的怨恨，她承受了太多，接受了太多的惩戒。但她却保守了一个秘密，一辈子都没有说出真相，她一口咬定是在婚后出轨，甚至都已经承认一乐不是许三观的儿子，去不肯交代自己的第一次送给了何小勇，也许考虑到许三观，自己的丈夫最大的承受力就是此种程度吧！
说说他们的儿子吧！我是最喜欢一乐的，是长子的原因吧，他特别的懂事，对于二乐三乐，他很有当哥哥的担当，三乐被打，找二乐帮忙，后来又拉来了一乐，一乐赢得很睿智。一乐是许三观的得力助手，许三观对一乐说：如果你是我的亲生儿子，我最喜欢的就是你。看了让人心酸的一句话，一乐从九岁就开始承受着这种本不应由他承受的压力，当许三观说他不是亲生儿子时，当一家人都去胜利饭店吃面条，而一乐只能吃一个没有手掌大的地瓜时，他的心有多疼。当找何小勇做亲爹时，何小勇打他，骂他，他只能一路向西，他伤心难过，没有人是他亲爹，最终他回到了许三观的身边，许三观对于一个养育了十几年的孩子，还是动了恻隐之心，也许真正的亲情并不来源于血缘关系，而是熟悉，习惯而已，一乐很孝顺，除了许三观的话谁的话都不会听，许三观不计前嫌让一乐为惨遭横祸的何小勇叫魂，那一幕，一乐和许三观一个屋上，一个屋下，他们的对话感染了我，那才是父子之情。
再说二乐，个人认为二乐是很八卦的，呵呵。哪里有事儿他哪里到，也许是那种年龄，他专门打听一些没用的事儿，无意间又跟别人说，消息多半是很可靠的。三乐呢，有点儿傻，但是是最幸福的一个吧，小时候是狗都闲的年龄是，大家都对他说：三乐走开。长大一点还没有脱离傻气，总是傻傻的笑，没有什么主见。
最后我还是要说许三观的，许三观一次次的卖血，每次都可以赚35元钱。有两三次我是很感动的。第一次是为了一乐还方铁匠钱，第二次是为了请二乐的生产队队长吃饭，还有就是为了给一乐治病，连续买下卖血的情节。最后一次卖血是很有深意，很有余韵的，还透着一种悲哀。沈血头嘲笑许三观的血只能卖给木匠当油漆，许三观久久不能释怀，他顿时认为自己已经太无用了，他用卖血的钱熬过了一次又一次的灾荒，而此时已没人要他的血，如果再有饥荒他要怎么办呢？最后的镜头是这样的徐玉兰带许三观来到了胜利饭店，吃了三次同样的黄酒和炒猪肝儿，两人相濡以沫，夫妻情深，没有了年轻时的吵吵闹闹，也许他们并没有存在过什么爱情，但是此情更珍贵。
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
WENDI DENG MURDOCH - A LIFE
http://www.ericellis.com/wendideng.htm
http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/cutline/wendi-deng-182731832.html
A 2007 Sydney Morning Herald profile of Deng, written by Fortune contributor Eric Ellis, was abruptly spiked amid rumors that Murdoch, who had purchased a 7.5 percent stake in the parent company of the Australian paper, objected to the piece. (Ellis has posted the piece on his website--which reports among other things that Deng was an accomplished volleyball player. Perhaps this is the source of her jumping prowess?)
Murdoch was reported to be similarly peeved at a 2000 Wall Street Journal profile of his wife by John Lippman, Leslie Chang and Robert Frank that delved into her romantic history.
JUNE 2007
WENDI DENG MURDOCH - A LIFE
"Cheers to Wendi! Gan bei! Drink the cup dry!"
It's 8 pm on a freezing night in Xuzhou, and we're having a jolly time in the Overflowing Fragrance dining room of the Sea Sky Holiday Hotel, an oddly named establishment given that this grim industrial city of 10 million people is 500 kilometres west of the Yellow Sea, and no place for a vacation.
We're toasting a thriving Chinese export, a girl born of modest means in nearby Shandong in December 1968 and given a politically correct name - Wen Ge, shorthand for ‘Cultural Revolution' - as was the imperative for parents in that dark era. And what a remarkable journey to celebrate: catapulting herself from the anonymity and austerity of communist China to the family, and the family trust, of one of the world's most powerful and wealthy men, and all this by the age of 30.
Given the heights that ‘Cultural Revolution' has effortlessly scaled - now 38, exactly half her husband's age, she is the mother of two potential heiresses and well positioned for the break-up of a US$70-billion media empire that's wrestling with a tortuous succession from patriarch to who-knows-where - Wendi Deng Murdoch's long march from China has actually been a rather short one; a Great Leap Forward to be sure, but not quite the one Mao had in mind.
I'm banqueting in Xuzhou with some of Wendi's old friends and mentors, who've shown me around her home town: her high-school volleyball coach, Wang Chongsheng; her then best friend, Li Hong; and Li's husband, a local policeman. Wendi's high-school supervisor, Xie Qidong, chatted with me earlier over tea. They're all open and welcoming, and we've become instant friends, gossiping over delicacies of beef, chicken, fish, abalone with the texture of a wetsuit, and delicious jiaozi dumplings. The arrival of the noodle course, symbolising longevity, prompts another round of toasts: "Long life to Wendi! Good luck to her!" Delegates from the National People's Congress in Beijing drone away on a TV, but no one takes any notice; we're too busy drinking Wendi's health.
"Gan bei! Drink the cup dry for Wendi!"
Deng Wen Ge - she changed her name to Wendi in her mid-teens - was born in Shandong around the time that her future husband was buying London's News of the World. One of three children, she grew up in neighbouring Xuzhou as a Subei ren - a vernacular term for the robust, rosy-cheeked folk of northern Jiangsu province, who are known, if not always loved, throughout China for being blunt, blithe and somewhat uncouth.
Today is ‘Learn From Lei Feng Day' in China, commemorating the People's Liberation Army soldier who was transformed by propaganda into a communist icon of selflessness, nobility and modesty. They're qualities that Wendi's supporters and detractors - and there are plenty of both in the Murdoch milieux - insist she either has in spades or lacks in equal measure. She elicits polarised views, as a browse through postings on the 250-odd Rupert-and-Wendi sites generously hosted on the Murdoch-owned MySpace website reveals. Does she genuinely love him, netizens ask, and he her? Or is their relationship defined by what they can provide each other, she lured by his money and power, and he smitten by her youth or her intoxicating proximity to China's media market, access to which he so covets but has failed to gain?
Many people regard Wendi as a Chinese Becky Sharp, and think that the infatuated Rupert, usually so cold and shrewd, so corporately clairvoyant, can't or won't see it. When Anna Nicole Smith died, for example, Private Eye published a picture of Wendi as a catsuit-clad dominatrix, with the caption, "Anna Nicole Deng: the scheming temptress who stole her way into the heart of a foolish old man - and stole all his money as well!" For all the Wendi sceptics, though, there are those who insist she's the best thing that could have happened to News Corporation, rejuvenating it and its ageing leader at the end of his reign. Says Wendi's close American friend Kathy Freston, the wife of the former Viacom executive Tom, "people say [Rupert] is lighter and happier since knowing her. He lights up when she walks in the room; they are very much a team, truly each other's confidante." A News executive remembers being on the company jet with Rupert and Wendi, watching the two entertain each other with Hollywood gossip and tattle. "It was like both of them had read People magazine cover to cover. They were loving it."
What has become clear as I've journeyed through Wendi's China - Beijing, where the Murdochs have reportedly paid US$5 million for a traditional siheyuan (four-walled courtyard) house in the shadow of the Forbidden City; Hong Kong, where she joined Murdoch's Star TV as an intern in 1996 and where she partied in the heady build-up to the colony's change of sovereignty; Xuzhou and Guangzhou, the austere towns of her childhood and youth - is that she's no princeling. Known as taizidang, princelings are China's Red Aristocracy: the in?uence-broking offspring of Communist Party grandees who advise investment banks or glad-hand foreign joint ventures. Many around News Corporation - usually those without Sino sensibilities - believe that Wendi has similarly superb connections in Beijing, possessing the means to deliver China's 1.3 billion consumers to a company that thus far has made myriad blunders and only glacial progress in trying to reach them. But in Xuzhou, high-school supervisor Xie Qidong, who knew the Deng family well, says that Wendi's father was just a medium-level party official, at best, in the state ironworks. "He was an engineer," Xie remembers. "One could not be a big guy coming from a machinery works at that time."
If Wendi is known in China, then, it is as the Mandarin-speaking wife of a powerful Western businessman, who acts as his quasi-ambassador, handing around a business card that says simply "Wendi Deng Murdoch, News Corporation" and assuming that the Communist Party heavies whom her husband needs to get onside will recognise the surname. But even if they do, there's no certainty that they will be much help. Murdoch has power in the West largely because he operates in democracies which allow him influence; China is a rigid one-party state with little room for a Western media mogul used to having political clout.
At Beijing University's journalism college, where China's future editors are nurtured, the reach of the Murdoch empire is debated with sophistication by students who conclude that his is not the type of foreign company ‘the Chinese people' require, a damning indictment. A former News executive who worked with Wendi in China says, "she thinks she knows it better than she actually does," and points out that she hasn't lived there for about 20 years. He detects resentment towards her by some in Beijing: "almost a con-tempt as to how she's arrived in some circles, which is not particularly an asset for Rupert". Wendi, he says, has been openly disparaged by Chinese officials in front of her husband, with the non-Mandarin-speaking Rupert not under-standing their harsh comments.
It's a shame that Wendi refused to be interviewed for this article - a hostile News Corporation wouldn't even release her CV or allow emailed questions - as I'm desperate to ask if she pinches herself in disbelief at all that has happened to her in such a short time. The Chinese internet buzzes with Wendi gossip: surely that's not normal for a machinist's daughter from Jiangsu? "She appreciates that she has landed in a very exceptional life situation," says her friend Kathy Freston. "She doesn't pretend that she isn't Mrs Murdoch - but then, she also never abuses it."
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Wendi Deng grew up in a three-room flat in a sixth-floor walk-up, in one of many blocks built during Mao's reign to house mid-level party functionaries. From her small primary school on Shao Hua Street, known for nurturing ping-pong skills, Wendi went to the Xuzhou No. 1 Middle School, where she was regarded as a student of average to upper ability. The grounds are studded with framed slogans of party heroes and illustrious alumni. Was she inspired by the good deeds inscribed on the Comrade Lei Feng Wall? Or did the aphorisms of Xuzhou's poets and philosophers resonate (All our dreams can come true - if we have the courage to pursue them)? Perhaps she learnt from Xuzhou's history: it's said that if you control the strategically sited city, you control all the territory around you.
Wendi's Xuzhou friends are disappointed that they haven't seen her since 1996, the same year she joined Rupert Murdoch's Star TV as an intern, three years before she married the boss. "I will complain to her once I meet her again," says Li Hong. "You have to stay in touch with your friends." Still, what's a decade for old friends? Li, Wang
Chongsheng and Xie Qidong talk about Wendi as though they saw her yesterday. "We've known each other since fourth grade, through middle school, and we lived together, we even shared clothes," says Li. "We biked to school, exercised together and studied at night together," she says. "I never thought that Wendi would achieve such success. I hope Wendi will come to China to invest, and let me hold some position. Isn't Murdoch eager to invest here?"
Li tries to keep up with Wendi's exciting Fifth Avenue life, overlooking Central Park in a US$44-million triplex. She collects every mention of Wendi in the local Xuzhou papers. "Tiandi zhi bie!" she declares, an old saying indicating that the contrast between the Wen Ge she grew up with and the Mrs Murdoch of Manhattan is "the difference between heaven and earth". But the 38-year age gap between her old friend and her old friend's husband doesn't bother Li Hong. From what she knows, she says, "Murdoch loves Wendi and her children. Love has no age limit, as long as it is love."
She wants to know more of her friend's new life, so I relate an anecdote told to me by a former News executive. Wendi's parents, a generation younger than their son-in-law, were staying at the couple's ?at in London, which Wendi has remodelled in a modern Chinese minimalist style. (Her friends say Wendi is fascinated by many cultures and the beautiful things that symbolise them: a Japanese tea ceremony, a delicate orchid, exquisite porcelain.) Rupert came home from the office and was scolded by his mother-in-law for walking into the home with his shoes on: he hadn't removed them at the front door, as is customary for the Chinese middle class. Li Hong laughs - as, apparently, did Rupert at the time. "I know her!" says Li. "There are standards, you know!"
Throughout our day together, Li is feisty, fun and quick with a quip. "Wendi and I were both pretty attractive," she says. "We had a very high head-turning ratio when we cycled past people on the street." I tell her that Wendi's two children were each recently given US$100 million in News Corporation stock by their father. Li's teenage daughter - the only child the state allows her - is dependent on her father's policeman salary of around A$200 a month. I ask Li if Wendi ever gave voice to her ambitions. Did she want to be a doctor? A lawyer? To enter the world of business, or ‘to jump into the sea', as the Chinese saying goes? "At the time we were so pure-minded, we had none of these ideas," Li replies. "She always wanted to go to America and now she has realised that. She loves children; she wanted to have a lot of children."
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Wendi Deng's volleyball coach, Wang Chongsheng, remembers her as "a calm girl, not very talkative": wenjing, meaning demure without being shy. Her high-school supervisor, Xie Qidong, says that Wendi had to catch up on classes during the year she was under his care. "She lagged behind other students because of playing volleyball," he says. Xie persuaded Wendi to give up sport and devote her energies to the upcoming university-entry exams. "Because she had good health, she could stay very late at night to make up her study," he says. "She has a struggling spirit and made big progress. I also would say she is smart. The cramming was very effective: her exam score reached the first-class university entry standards."
Life was tough in Xuzhou, but it seems that Wendi's parents escaped the worst of Mao's Cultural Revolution. Both were engineers, an acceptable occupation inasmuch as they were not considered intellectuals. Wendi has told intimates that her family was sent to a re-education camp, and that she planted rice and worked in the fields. But her high-school supervisor isn't sure about that. Wendi was a bit young for hard labour; if the Dengs were sent anywhere, Xie Qidong says, it was likely to be a May Seventh Cadre School. The Sinologist Geremie Barmé, of the ANU, describes these as "re-education labour schools but rather less than the Chinese gulag".
While Wendi was in high school, her father moved most of the family to Guangzhou for his job at the People's Machinery Works, but Wendi stayed by herself in Xuzhou for a short while. After she left for the US in 1988, Xie Qidong remembers her father proudly boasting that she had rented a house in Los Angeles for a time, subleasing part of it to make some money. "She also promoted cosmetics, door to door. She drove a lady to work and back home, using the lady's car, which meant she also had a car to use."
Xie is keen to see Wendi back in her old home town. A few years ago, while helping to organise the school's eighty-fifth anniversary, he obtained her email address from someone at CCTV, China's state broadcaster, who knew her. He sent her an invitation to the festivities. No response came.
At the Guangzhou Medical College, feelings are mixed about Wendi. Tutor Zhang Shanli is a little miffed that she doesn't seem to cite her time at the school, or to have completed her course elsewhere. But the college's Western-educated director, Professor Wei Donghai, realises the pulling power of a celebrity. Even though Wendi abandoned her studies in clinical medicine after two years, he'd like to get her back for the college's upcoming fiftieth anniversary. He must be proud of having such an illustrious alumni? "It's very interesting, but I think Miss Deng stayed here for just two to three years ... she was just a normal student." Have they talked to her since she left the college? "We once tried to reach her, but could not find a telephone number." I give him News' office contacts in New York.
They seem surprised to hear that Wendi visits China quite often, on business in Beijing for her husband's comp-any, and are impressed by reports that the Murdochs have acquired a house there. "Does she have children?" Zhang Shanli asks. "Boys or girls?" Two girls, I reveal: five-year-old Grace and three-year-old Chloe. Zhang seems pleased. Professor Wei, who earns a director's salary of about A$1000 a month, seems better informed. He talks about Wendi's daughters each receiving US$100 million in stock from their father. "Amazing, eh?"
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I meet Du Xiaopeng in a Starbucks in downtown Guang-zhou, around the corner from his scungy office building. The city is heaving with people and traffic; flashing neon lights merge with drizzle to give the Cantonese night a Blade Runner feel. Du, 33, is a rumpled figure: black plastic raincoat, glasses, a hairstyle just a few renminbi away from a pudding-bowl cut. The owner of the Chinese fan site wendideng.com, Du runs many websites; his most popular one is devoted to Tang and Song Dynasty poetry, from which he makes good money.
He explains how he saw an article in the Chinese media about the Murdochs and "was shocked by the age gap between them" and "the lack of information about them", as if somehow the two revelations go together. Enthralled, he decided to do something about it. In August 2005, he registered the domain wendideng.com and started uploading content. Today, it is probably the most comprehensive website, in English or Chinese, devoted to Wendi Deng.
The site, which is reasonably well designed, has a blog and reader forums. One posting, from ‘Emma', reads, "Deng Wendi is my idol! My dream is to get into the political circle. Now I am only 14 but I must succeed!" Another entry, by ‘bbas', states, "if every woman who appeared at a high-level meeting without invitation and ‘spilled' the red wine on the older man's clothes, how would the world be? If that happens ‘Mr Right' would be taking a bath in red wine!" Du says he deletes some of the more offensive entries.
Webmaster Du tells me his rationale for the site was that there was "no concentrated information centred on her" - a powerful woman whom he believes will take a more influential role in the affairs of his country. "I'm not sure Wendi reads it," he says, almost blushing. Most of the site's visitors are from China, though he notices a few coming from the US. He says that no one from News Corporation has approached him to buy the domain name, and he doesn't think he is breaking any laws by registering Wendi's name as a domain. (The mostly undeveloped rupertmurdoch.com has been owned by someone registered in the Cayman Islands since 1997, and has nothing to do with News.)
I ask Du what he would accept for the domain name if a posse of News Corporation lawyers walked into his office to buy it. "I would give it away," he says. "I would give it for free, but maybe in the long term I would benefit from Murdoch." Which sounds vaguely noble and philosophical, except that I later learn he owns another Wendi Deng domain, dengwendi.com, which runs identical content to the first one. It suggests a commercial intent that a plundering media mogul might well understand. Perhaps News Corporation should hire him.
Or maybe not. Du tries to sell advertising on the web-sites, without much success. "I make no money from Wendi," he insists. Du is "awed" by her, and knows many details of her life, most of which he posts online. "For an ordinary Chinese she has been good at creating opportunities for herself," he says. "But I don't love her." He says his wife is bemused by his activities, but she is no fan of Wendi. "She thinks of her as you xinji," he says, a pointed, slightly pejorative Chinese phrase which translates as "having a calculating heart".
"Murdoch would not at all lack beauties [in his life], but I do not regard Wendi as beautiful," Du says. "She has an aim, and she has tried everything to achieve that high level. Many people think she is ambitious and wants to take over Murdoch's business. She should keep low-key. After all, she is Chinese; she represents the Chinese people outside China."
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On 2 November 2000, little more than 16 months after Rupert Murdoch married Wendi Deng on the deck of the luxury launch he had bought for his retirement with Anna, the Wall Street Journal - America's premier business newspaper, and in May this year the subject of a takeover bid by News Corporation - published an article on its front page headlined "Meet Wendi Deng." The piece covered Wendi Deng's arrival in the US, in February 1988, describing how the well-meaning Cherry family, from Los Angeles, had taken in the teenage Wendi after meeting her in China.
Jake Cherry, at the time 50, was a technician working for a Sino-American joint venture in Guangzhou. The Cherry family's interpreter introduced them to a medical student keen to improve her English. Joyce Cherry, who was then 42, tutored Wendi before returning to Los Angeles with the couple's two children, ten-year-old Eric and five-year-old Kirsten; Jake Cherry stayed on to finish the contract. Soon after Joyce Cherry's return, her husband called to say that Wendi wanted to study in the US. Wendi had abandoned her medical studies in Guangzhou: would Joyce apply to some local colleges on her behalf ? The Cherrys sponsored Wendi's student visa and billeted her in the family home, where the 19-year-old shared a bunk bed with Kirsten. About the time Rupert Murdoch launched Sky Television in Europe, a deal which came close to bankrupting News Corporation, Wendi Deng became - by location if not yet, like, by vocabulary - a ‘Valley Girl'. She even managed to secure a place studying economics at California State University's nearby Northridge campus, CSUN. ("It's not that hard to get in," says Professor Ken Chapman, her tutor there.)
But Joyce Cherry grew "increasingly suspicious about Ms Deng's relationship with her husband", the Wall Street Journal reported. She'd discovered "coquettish" photos of Wendi taken by Jake Cherry in his Guangzhou hotel room. Jake became "infatuated" with Wendi, and she "started making recommendations about his diet and wardrobe". The two were having an affair. Joyce Cherry kicked them out of the family home, and they moved into a nearby apartment together.
Jake Cherry and Wendi Deng married in February 1990, two years after Wendi's arrival in the US. But Jake told Wendi to leave just four months after their wedding, because she was seeing someone else, an American in his twenties named David Wolf. They were divorced in 1992, having been married for two years and seven months - seven months longer, the Wall Street Journal reported, than was required for Wendi to obtain a Green Card. Jake and Wendi had lived together as husband and wife for "four to ?ve months, at the most". "She told me I was a father-concept to her, but it would never be anything else," Jake Cherry was quoted as saying. "I loved that girl."
The article shocked Rupert Murdoch. "He didn't know half of this stuff," says one of the Wall Street Journal reporting team. "She clearly hadn't told him. He never sued us, because it was all true." This was News' own medicine administered to its leader, the man who built an empire in large part through tabloids - London's Sun, Sydney's Daily Telegraph - profiting from delving into the private lives of the famous. News Corporation insiders say that James and Lachlan Murdoch used the Wall Street Journal story to probe their father, partly for traction in the unresolved succession plans and partly to question his judgement.
A Wall Street Journal reporter remembers attending a conference in Los Angeles at which Murdoch was giving a speech, soon after the article was published. Part of the paper's beat in Los Angeles is to cover the movie business, and Murdoch, a major Hollywood player because of Fox Studios, usually made himself available to its journalists. No longer. "I've never seen a man more ashen-faced," says the reporter. "When he saw us, he literally went white and ran away as fast as he could." Maybe he was ill.
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The Cherry home nestles in a quiet cul-de-sac at the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. It is smallish by local standards, a tidy clapboard residence overlooking the smoggy sprawl of the San Fernando Valley. What a contrast for a teenager coming from the Chinese heartland! I imagine Wendi, fresh off the plane, marvelling at the relentlessness of the Americana: the consumer accoutrements of the middle class; the stand-alone bungalows with neat lawns inside white picket fences; the bewildering freeways (driving a car!); the ubiquitous industry that gives the valley its nickname, Pornodelphia; the swimming pools, supermarkets, endless malls, cineplexes, junk-food chains and car yards; the lack of Mao statues.
Joyce Hinton, as she is now known, is not home. But her daughter, Kirsten, 24, is hanging out with a friend, Steve. It was Kirsten's room that Wendi shared back in 1988. "I was young at the time; I was five," she says. "I later found out what type of person she was." Kirsten turns to Steve: "My Dad married her to get her into the country."
I reach Joyce Hinton by phone. She's chatty and thoughtful, and doesn't seem the type to deride people for the sake of it. She's reluctant to meet and discuss once more what she describes as a "very difficult time" for her and her children. "I don't want my 15 minutes of fame to be about Wendi Deng," she explains. "I said my piece to the Wall Street Journal." Hinton confirms the details of the 2000 report, and says that she and Jake Cherry never reconciled. She adds that the interpreter who introduced her to Wendi in 1987, Mr Xuan, later apologised for doing so. "She had a goal and she got there," Hinton says of Wendi. "Surely she's got enough? You'd think she would've accomplished her goal by now."
A New York friend of Wendi's defends her actions. "Can you imagine what it would've been like, how she got there with no knowledge of the culture? It was almost inevitable that she was going to make some mistakes. I don't think she has an evil personality; she just has this incredible ambition coupled with this lack of self-consciousness. She got to California and she wanted to social-climb, to get out of the situation that got her there."
Kathy Freston, who describes herself as a "renowned personal-growth author and spiritual counsellor", first met Wendi at a "media establishment" retreat in 2002. When I ask her about the Cherrys, she says that Wendi "hasn't talked a lot about her time [in Los Angeles], other than the novelty and excitement of moving to America, the newness and challenges of attending an American university."
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Li Ning is arguably China's most famous athlete. Along with the American runner Carl Lewis, he was the star of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, winning three gold medals in gymnastics. Tall and good-looking, Li was a natural symbol of the new, modernising China. He used his celebrity to develop Li Ning sportswear, a sports drink and a nation-wide chain of sports shops - something hitherto unheard of in communist China. He's now one of the country's richest people, and one of its most recognisable: an anything's-possible icon for the post-Mao generations. And he's a friend of Wendi Deng.
Success in the Los Angeles games prompted Li Ning to open the International Gymnastics Academy in Chatsworth, the suburb next to CSUN, where Wendi was studying. Wendi began exercising at the gym and also helped manage the facility for Li, who was busy promoting Beijing's bid for the 2000 Olympics. CSUN tutors remember Wendi handing out ‘Beijing 2000' pins around the campus.
Working with Li and his business partner, Chen Yihong, opened doors for Wendi Deng: both had pull in Beijing, for Chinese politicians, like politicians anywhere, love being seen with famous sportspeople. "Every once in a while she'd be gone for part of a week, interpreting for a group of Chinese businessmen doing deals in New York or somewhere in the US," remembers Professor Daniel Blake of CSUN. "I figured she'd be a mover and shaker; she gave the impression of being well connected in China."
Fleeing the wreckage of two marriages - one of them her own - Wendi Deng was beginning to move in different circles. She did translation work for the sports channel ESPN; she sold cosmetics; she tried to introduce Li Ning's sports drink to California (it didn't catch on). Her CSUN studies continued, with success. Professor Ken Chapman, who has graduation photos of Wendi stored on his computer, remembers her being part of an "extremely bright bunch" of students. "When she arrived, her English wasn't very good, but she learnt rapidly. She did well
- pretty much a straight-A student," says Chapman, adding that she was slightly evasive - "there were incidental cover-ups" - about her marital status.
Professor Blake remembers "a trendy dresser, a modern girl". "She wasn't shy outside class, but you had to coax her to respond in class. But you didn't have to tell her how things worked twice." She can't have been too shy: in her senior year, she wowed her class by illustrating an assignment about the economics of overpopulation with that famous image of a nude and heavily pregnant Demi Moore.
Wendi graduated in 1993 and spent the next year working almost full-time at Li Ning's gym - and, presumably, contemplating the future. Though CSUN had an MBA program, Wendi set her sights on Yale ("a better brand name, I guess", notes Professor Blake). She asked Blake to write her a recommendation. "I actually encouraged her to get out of here; she was going places," he says.
When Wendi left California for Yale in 1995, it's not clear whether she had already severed her connection with the Li Ning operation, but in 1996, when she last saw her friends in Xuzhou, she gave out her Li Ning business card, though she said she was studying at Yale. The Ivy League isn't cheap: a former News Corporation executive in China claims that Wendi's then boyfriend, David Wolf, who was learning Mandarin and managed Li Ning's business, helped fund her through the Yale course. Wolf, now a public-relations consultant in Beijing, refused to be interviewed for this article.
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News Corporation spokesman Andrew Butcher seems anxious. I email a request to interview Wendi, and he responds, "Jesus ... you're scaring the shit out of me with this serious letter. Please don't treat me like a real corporate flak." He turns down the request on her behalf:
... there is no extensive business story to tell about Wendi - her recent interest has been solely focused on MySpace potentially doing something in China. She's not an executive at the company, doesn't fulfil an executive role, and doesn't intend to become an executive. Her primary role is as a great mum to two cute kids.
So, if Wendi isn't working for News Corporation, where should I send questions about her? "I'll look after any and all questions," Butcher replies. "I'm not going to answer questions by email."
A month later, Butcher sends me an unsolicited email. He's done some ringing around and believes I've only been seeking out people who "might have an axe to grind". His missive arrives the same night that I toast Wendi's health in Xuzhou with her old school chums, who are anything but critical of her.
Other friends and associates are much less forthcoming. There's Chen Yihong, the Beijing-based partner of Li Ning, who was close to Wendi when she worked at the Chatswood gym. There's David Wolf, whom she some-times referred to as her husband and whose mother, Valeria, attended Wendi and Rupert's wedding: I'd like to check whether they paid for her Yale tuition. And there's HS Liu, News Corporation's fixer in China, who says he has known Wendi for six years and has been deal-making and house-hunting for the Murdochs in Beijing. He'd love to talk, he tells me, but News recently had him sign a non-disclosure agreement. "I think it lasts a lifetime," he laments.
I seek Butcher's help in freeing these people up. He claims that they "barely know Wendi", and suggests that instead I contact a "long-time friend" such as Professor Jeffrey Garten, who taught her economics at Yale, where Wendi is one of 50-odd trustees of the management school she attended (and the only one whose spouse's occupation is detailed on the Yale website). Garten says he ?rst met her in 1996, which hardly makes him a "long-time friend". "I thought she was very alert, very energetic, and worked very hard," Garten says. "I found her friendly and charming, very curious and interested in learning all she could."
Later, I follow up, seeking any anecdotes he might recall, wondering if Wendi ever expressed any feelings about her homeland. "[I] just didn't know her well enough to provide this kind of detailed info, sorry!" he replies.
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Yale requires each of its MBA students to work as an intern. Wendi Deng undertook her placement in Hong Kong at Star TV, the Asian satellite broadcaster in which, in 1993, News Corporation had bought a controlling stake. She had sat next to Star's then COO, Bruce Churchill, on a plane, and the two got talking. Knowing how valuable - and how rare - a savvy mainlander could be for a Western-owned business in Hong Kong that was desperate to appear China-friendly, Churchill promptly hired her.
A Star colleague remembers Wendi's first week of work, in May 1996, when she set about introducing herself to the mostly male, mostly expatriate-Australian executive staff. "We were all there to learn, learn, learn - to suck in knowledge - but Wendi would say, ‘I'm going to meet that guy,'" the colleague recalls. "So she would waltz in to someone important's office, unannounced, and exclaim, ‘Hello, I'm Wendi, I'm the intern ... um, who are you?' It was excruciating. It made some people uncomfortable, but she would get away with it; in fact, she perfected it. Over time, I came to understand her approach," the colleague says. "Her English was limited, so what was she going to do with three binders on, say, the ins and outs of Japanese TV foreign-ownership regulations? She was as boot-strapped as they come."
Gary Davey, Star's CEO from 1993 to 1999, remembers Wendi being "a little bit clumsy; she didn't entirely under-stand the traditional niceties of corporate behaviour." It was, he says, "very refreshing. She was fearless, full of charming natural confidence. She didn't have that [Communist] Party arrogance about her that a lot of mainlanders we met did." Davey recalls that some of Star's Hong Kong Chinese staffers - those who had "made a living out of being Chinese" in a Western company - were "a bit uncomfortable with Wendi". Being smart and a mainlander "was a dangerous combination for a lot of them".
At the time, Star TV seemed a controversial asset for News to hold, not just because Hong Kong was returning to China but because Asian autocrats were ever anxious about the ‘cultural pollution' of Western-owned media. For a corporate chameleon like Murdoch, though, such politics was simply passing drama - he dropped the BBC News from Star's roster, and wouldn't publish Hong Kong governor Chris Patten's memoirs, after all - and far less important than Star, which was profitless, becoming a viable business.
By all reports, Wendi Deng livened up the place. One executive remembers her interaction with a colleague, Robert Bland, who ran the advertising department and whose ability to bring in revenue made him an important player. "He could get away with smoking these pungent cigarillos and wearing a ponytail around the office," the executive recalls. Bland soon caught Wendi's attention. The day after she had been introduced to him, he was walking down the corridor past her room. Recalls the executive, "Wendi, this intern, rushes out and grabs Bland's pony-tail, in front of all of us. And she gives it a yank and says in this squeaky voice, ‘Hi Robert! I'm Wendi! Remember me? I'm the intern,' and she just cackles with this kiddie laugh, ‘Ha ha ha ha ha.' Bland was not particularly friendly in the office, and he turns around with this I-can't-believe-someone-did-that-to-me look and sees Wendi standing there, grinning and saying, ‘Hi-ii, it's Wendi, I'm the intern,' and he just melts. That was the day we all got what she was about."
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Wendi Deng left Star TV after a few months to finish her MBA at Yale. Gary Davey says that the office workers thought it was the last they would see of her, but some months later Wendi showed up again. It was 1997, the year of the Hong Kong handover, and Star was on the rise. The colleagues she'd farewelled the year before had been promoted and, as one executive says, "there was a well-oiled machine operating." Wendi, now earning about US$80,000 a year, was re-assigned to improve Star's sluggish effort in China, seeking outlets for its music channel. "This was perfect for her, because it was just schmoozing; you couldn't actually do much in China," a colleague recalls. "She knew some people, but it wasn't like she was the president's daughter. I don't think she had any existing net-work, but she just started making one. She had no fear."
Wendi moved into a tiny ?at in the unprepossessing area of Hung Hom, near the Star office in Kowloon. Colleagues remember her as being well dressed and having "street-level tastes" outside the office. She'd lunch at a dai pai dong - a roadside hawker stall. On Friday nights, she turned heads partying in Hong Kong's fashionable bar district with friends like Rebecca Li and a Briton, Sue Taylor, who also worked in the media. Another Yale graduate working at Star, Tiffany Soong, was a friend, and she was very close to a wealthy British fund manager, Scobie Ward.
A Star colleague describes her as "a delightful charmer", and very popular with the male expatriate staff, something which inevitably gave rise to rumours. "She loved that she worked for a big, multinational, non-Chinese company in China," recalls one colleague. "She was ambitious, sure, but not in the way that ‘I'm going to write a killer business plan myself and make it work and be recognised for making it work'; she was ambitious in the way that ‘I'm going to meet this person and schmooze this person.'"
But there were times when Wendi did need some paperwork for important meetings. Sometimes she'd write her own and sometimes, one executive recalls, she would schmooze work from her colleagues, playing the role of the unworldly mainlander making her way. "She took advantage of people's naiveté and niceness," the executive says. "And she totally got credit for it. She presents this stuff to the bosses, and her charming self, and then she starts jetting off. If Rupert fell in love with her because of her Excel-spreadsheet business plans, then he should've married me."
Still, the Star executive harbours little malice towards her former colleague. "Was it wilful? Maybe. Does it matter? I've experienced worse. Some of us were a bit pissed off at the time, but we were all a team - at least, that's what we thought. I'm not trashing her ... I was very fond of her. I still am," the executive says, "but Star was no meritocracy. There's a certain amount of guileless guile about her ... she'll set her mind on something, and the way she'll go after it is with a sledgehammer. She's not a genius; she's a sweetheart, she's a party girl, she loves it when everyone is having fun - she likes to facilitate that. That's what she does."
While Rupert Murdoch was the guest of honour of Hong Kong's Chief Executive designate at the official handover ceremony on 30 June 1997, Wendi Deng saw in the transfer at the Hong Kong Cricket Club. A bastion of colonial privilege, the club was an unusual place for a mainlander - and the daughter of a Communist Party member, no less - to witness the act that Beijing believed would rectify an accident of history. And the historical signi?cance of the moment didn't much move her, it seems: "Wendi doesn't have those type of views; she's not at all political," says a friend. "She's the type of person who'll go to a party and she'll come back and tell you who she met and what they said. She's not fixing rockets in her spare time; she's not dumb either ... she's got other gifts."
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Wendi Deng's Star colleagues began to twig that some-thing was afoot in the first half of 1998. She became furtive and giggly; she took short vacations to Paris and London with someone she described as "my new boyfriend, an older guy", returning with expensive gifts. A News Corporation executive recalls "a weird period when the office started gossiping. Then we started hearing Rupert-isms from Wendi and Wendi-isms from Rupert." Colleagues saw Wendi at Hong Kong's Grand Hyatt Hotel at unusual hours. Then, Rupert and Wendi were spotted holding hands as they strolled around The Peak, a popular lovers' haunt. "She often said she liked older men," a colleague says, "even before she'd met Murdoch."
How did the two meet? One story circulating through Star TV is that she impressed Rupert in the office with a sharp business plan. Another has it that she gatecrashed a Hong Kong dinner he attended, contriving to spill wine on his lap. Rupert told Vanity Fair magazine in October 1999 that when Wendi visited London on Star business in June 1998, he - "a recently separated and lonely man" - took her out for dinner. "I talked her into staying a couple of extra days and that was the start of it," he said.
Gary Davey claims he introduced them, albeit by phone. He was in Delhi; Murdoch was in Japan en route to Shang-hai, and needed an interpreter. "I told her to go to the airport, meet this guy and take him up to Shanghai," Davey recalls. "She said, ‘What's his name?' and I said, ‘Rupert Murdoch,' and in classic Wendi style she said, ‘Oh, OK.'" A long-time Murdoch lieutenant and now a semi-retired private investor living in Coffs Harbour, Davey can't quite remember the timing of that phone call. Though Rupert married Wendi on 25 June 1999, just 17 days after finalising a US$1-billion-plus divorce, he has insisted he was faithful to Anna until the end of the marriage. Murdoch and Wendi "weren't swinging hands immediately," Davey insists. "It took some months for a relationship to develop."
The break-up with Anna stunned all who knew the Murdochs, including the rest of the family. "I thought it was a very strong marriage," says Andrew Neil, a former editor of Murdoch's Sunday Times in London. Gary Davey says that Rupert and Anna "were bullshitting one another" that Rupert would gradually withdraw from the cut-and-thrust of empire building. "He wanted to maintain a halfway-sensible relationship with Anna. I knew he was very unhappy ... There was a polarisation between Anna and Wendi that just transformed him. Rupert was never a ladies' man, but he was invigorated by this young woman who showed an interest in him, was smart, was Chinese, could comfort him ... here was somebody who was energetic, excited, passion-ate, motivated, really smart ... somebody who loves business on a level that almost equals him, and someone who was intimate with a culture that he's most intrigued by."
A Star colleague recalls the time when the relationship went public. Wendi "wanted to talk about all the famous people she'd met. There was a certain amount of boastful-ness to it, but she wasn't really dropping names; she was genuinely starstruck, in a guileless way. The whole thing was very weird." In a similar vein, a News executive remembers that not long after he and his wife met Wendi, she would call them for tips on what to wear to functions she was attending with Rupert. "It was quite sweet, actually. She wasn't showing off; she was genuinely unsure of what was appropriate," he says.
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Copies of Rupert Murdoch's New York Post are piled high inside the entrance of the Shuang Wen High School, on New York's Lower East Side. The papers are part of a $500,000 donation Wendi made to the school, even though her daughter Grace is schooled elsewhere. Shuang Wen - Mandarin for ‘dual cultures' - sits on Cherry Street, in a tough neighbourhood adjacent to Chinatown. It has one of the state-school system's most impressive academic records, and is popular with uptown New York families who want to give their children a way into China's economic future.
Shuang Wen High School is one of the handful of trusts and charities with which Wendi is associated. She's also a trustee of, and a donor to, the Asia Society, located just a few blocks away from her uptown home. The society is a major networking spot, where the grandees of America's Asian establishment gather to debate policy. News Corporation had its annual meeting there last year. On 30 January this year, the society inaugurated its China Centre with a speech by Henry Kissinger on how he and Richard Nixon began talks with Mao in 1972. It was a big event for New York's Asiaphiles and diplomats: surely Wendi would join Richard Holbrooke, Christopher Hill and the academic Orville Schell in the audience? She didn't.
Perhaps she was with her parents. She moved them to New York soon after marrying Murdoch, installing them in an apartment in Queens, in the middle-class Chinese neighbourhood of Flushing. She showed them the sights and took them shopping on Madison Avenue: a crash course in the West. "It was like Wendi wanted them to catch up," says a friend. "They were decked out in super-fine fabrics, but you could tell that they felt completely uncomfortable. It didn't matter to them, any of that; they would've been just as happy wearing anything." They were "pretty bewildered; they had no English," the friend says, describing them as "very nice people" but "beaten down" after living much of their life under Mao.
In New York, the Murdochs are said to be friendly without being particularly social; they're in the process of crossing from trendy SoHo to the sedate Upper East Side, which is more Rupert's natural habitat. The couple's first formal home, the loft on Prince Street where Rupert started donning the metropolitan black garb that Wendi chose for him, was sold after James, Lachlan and their wives left town. Wendi showed a savvy side when she did a rare interview - with the New York Times' real-estate pages, in October 2005 - ostensibly to help sell the hard-to-shift SoHo loft after Rupert had bought their new apartment on Fifth Avenue. "We are trying to simplify our life," she said in the piece, headlined "Make an Offer" - while lamenting that she'd "have to get a better wardrobe" now that she was moving into the rarefied uptown area.
New York gossips claim Wendi still has some awkward social moments. One friend comments, "I've been at a dinner party where she'll just blindly jump into the conversation, and say something harmless but completely unrelated to the table discussion. Rupert will indulge her, laugh it off, almost in the same way that you'll indulge a child, and Wendi doesn't pick up on that." It's something that the friend presumes is a result of the cultural gap, a "mainland Chinese suddenly flying around on a private jet to meet world leaders. That's got to be weird."
Kathy Freston says she's in contact with Wendi at least once a day as they shuttle between their respective homes in Los Angeles and New York. They share yoga teachers, and Kathy is trying to teach Wendi to meditate. She says that Wendi "talks a mile a minute, and I know sometimes she would like to slow down, but I think there is so much she'd like to get done in a day ... that everything comes tumbling out. I adore her because she is very thoughtful and quirky and brilliant in a completely original and unpretentious way. She has no interest in knowing the right people - she likes who she likes, no matter what station in life they occupy. She doesn't put on false airs."
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Shortly after he married Wendi Deng in 1999, Rupert Murdoch said in an interview that his new wife's job was "as a home decorator": that she was not "some business genius about to take over News". "She's intelligent, but she's not going to do that," he said. Her friends were incensed. "She didn't marry him to sit at home and be a society wife," says one.
There seems recently to have been a shift in Wendi's role in News Corporation. After the couple visited Beijing late last year, News confirmed reports that it was planning to launch MySpace in China, with Wendi involved in the rollout. Soon after, the Australian CEO of Star TV, Michelle Guthrie, was removed from her post, along with senior executives in Star's Indian operations. That followed the September sell-off of more than half of Star's long-held stake in Phoenix TV - one of News' few meaningful assets in the Chinese media - which reduced its holdings to 17.6%. That was an "ill-advised" move, says Gary Davey, who notes that Phoenix's well-connected chairman, the former People's Liberation Army colonel Liu Changle, "was never comfortable with Wendi always asking questions".
News' offices around the region are now rife with talk that Wendi is starting to exercise her power, starting to build an empire in Asia - something which News denies. "They should absolutely use her," says Jessica Rief Cohen, Merrill Lynch's senior media analyst in New York, when I ask her about Wendi's role in China. "She knows the company, she knows the country and News desperately wants to be in that country in a big way ... they'll do what they have to do to have a presence there."
If she is assuming a grander role for herself at News, can Wendi deliver China to her husband? Gary Davey says that at the very least she'd be an improvement on her predecessors. Over the years, he explains, News has been inundated with fixers, influence-brokers and spruikers promising riches in China but not delivering. "We'd have two or three a day," he remembers, "members of the politburo who'd show up with their hands out. It was just revolting. It's all very well having the connections, the guanxi, and all of that nonsense, but most of the guys who are in that racket wouldn't have a bloody clue about how to run a business." Wendi is different, Davey says, bringing to the role an understanding of the culture and language, and also "really intense business nous, one of the missing pieces of the China puzzle".
That's debatable. In 1999 and 2000, Wendi and her step-son James went on an internet spending spree in China, buying up community websites such as NetEase, SinoBIT, Sinobyte, 21CN and RenRen. All had high profiles in the heady days before the dotcom bust; today, most of them have been wound down by News, with millions of dollars lost. "Her choice of business partners in China has been odd," says a News China colleague.
The internet is one area in which China does not lag behind the West; its emergence as a powerful medium has coincided with the country's economic boom. "Even though MySpace is a big brand in the US, there are plenty of other things in China that have a big head start on MySpace," the News China executive says. "Online gaming is way bigger, so putting Wendi onto MySpace China may be just like putting Wendi in a corner where she can't do much damage." Wendi's former boyfriend David Wolf, who runs a blog on Chinese technology, also seems sceptical. In a posting about the arrival of foreign-owned community web-sites in December last year, Wolf wrote, "MySpace: is China really core to their business? Do they offer something that can't be readily replicated? I cannot shake the feeling that MySpace is showing up now because Rupert has the online bug and Wendi is bored."
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"There is no one in the company with Rupert's vision or breadth of interest," warns Andrew Neil, a former senior Murdoch employee. "Rupert is the one who had the over-arching vision and the global reach. James knows Britain pretty well now - and Star in Asia, and therefore probably Fox - but does he know anything about motion-picture studios? Does he care about newspapers?" he asks. "Lachlan certainly doesn't care about the British newspapers. [Peter] Chernin, seen as the major executive who would take over if Rupert was not there, couldn't give a stuff about BSkyB, The Times or the papers in Australia. Chase Carey [who runs News' satellite-TV operation in the US] couldn't give a stuff what The Times says. Could Carey find Australia on the map? There's no one."
Neil foresees a break-up of the News empire after Murdoch's death: that his lieutenants will try to secure their corner of the enterprise through management buyouts. "The company will be unbundled, no question; the institutional investors will finally have their say," he says. "My guess is [the break-up] will be messy, because these things usually are, as they divvy up parts of the company. This is a share price that has not performed. Given that the asset value of the company is far greater than its market capitalisation ... there'll be a big push among the shareholders when Rupert goes.
"Wendi has two young kids to look after, but every-body's view is that she is biding her time. She keeps her hand in as to what is going on. He's very close to her. Everybody expects to see her as a rising player. From every-thing I hear about her, underestimating her would be very foolish, particularly in a post-Rupert world. She'll want to be there when the carve-up happens, and she's got two kids who are increasingly being cut in to the post-Rupert pie," says Neil.
"The children of Anna's marriage get on fine with Wendi, but they are wary of the dynastic implications of her and the two children. It worries Anna as well. They're all waiting for the Chinese kids to be inserted into that [dynastic] place, and it causes them apprehension. Rupert's run that company not for the benefit of the shareholders but for dynastic reasons, to keep control of it. His biggest threat to that is a combination of the family falling out [after his death] as they try to divvy up the assets and the institutions saying, ‘News Corp. is over, that's finished, we want to sell,'" Neil explains. "And she, Wendi, will be there for that."
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A 2007 Sydney Morning Herald profile of Deng, written by Fortune contributor Eric Ellis, was abruptly spiked amid rumors that Murdoch, who had purchased a 7.5 percent stake in the parent company of the Australian paper, objected to the piece. (Ellis has posted the piece on his website--which reports among other things that Deng was an accomplished volleyball player. Perhaps this is the source of her jumping prowess?)
Murdoch was reported to be similarly peeved at a 2000 Wall Street Journal profile of his wife by John Lippman, Leslie Chang and Robert Frank that delved into her romantic history.
JUNE 2007
WENDI DENG MURDOCH - A LIFE
"Cheers to Wendi! Gan bei! Drink the cup dry!"
It's 8 pm on a freezing night in Xuzhou, and we're having a jolly time in the Overflowing Fragrance dining room of the Sea Sky Holiday Hotel, an oddly named establishment given that this grim industrial city of 10 million people is 500 kilometres west of the Yellow Sea, and no place for a vacation.
We're toasting a thriving Chinese export, a girl born of modest means in nearby Shandong in December 1968 and given a politically correct name - Wen Ge, shorthand for ‘Cultural Revolution' - as was the imperative for parents in that dark era. And what a remarkable journey to celebrate: catapulting herself from the anonymity and austerity of communist China to the family, and the family trust, of one of the world's most powerful and wealthy men, and all this by the age of 30.
Given the heights that ‘Cultural Revolution' has effortlessly scaled - now 38, exactly half her husband's age, she is the mother of two potential heiresses and well positioned for the break-up of a US$70-billion media empire that's wrestling with a tortuous succession from patriarch to who-knows-where - Wendi Deng Murdoch's long march from China has actually been a rather short one; a Great Leap Forward to be sure, but not quite the one Mao had in mind.
I'm banqueting in Xuzhou with some of Wendi's old friends and mentors, who've shown me around her home town: her high-school volleyball coach, Wang Chongsheng; her then best friend, Li Hong; and Li's husband, a local policeman. Wendi's high-school supervisor, Xie Qidong, chatted with me earlier over tea. They're all open and welcoming, and we've become instant friends, gossiping over delicacies of beef, chicken, fish, abalone with the texture of a wetsuit, and delicious jiaozi dumplings. The arrival of the noodle course, symbolising longevity, prompts another round of toasts: "Long life to Wendi! Good luck to her!" Delegates from the National People's Congress in Beijing drone away on a TV, but no one takes any notice; we're too busy drinking Wendi's health.
"Gan bei! Drink the cup dry for Wendi!"
Deng Wen Ge - she changed her name to Wendi in her mid-teens - was born in Shandong around the time that her future husband was buying London's News of the World. One of three children, she grew up in neighbouring Xuzhou as a Subei ren - a vernacular term for the robust, rosy-cheeked folk of northern Jiangsu province, who are known, if not always loved, throughout China for being blunt, blithe and somewhat uncouth.
Today is ‘Learn From Lei Feng Day' in China, commemorating the People's Liberation Army soldier who was transformed by propaganda into a communist icon of selflessness, nobility and modesty. They're qualities that Wendi's supporters and detractors - and there are plenty of both in the Murdoch milieux - insist she either has in spades or lacks in equal measure. She elicits polarised views, as a browse through postings on the 250-odd Rupert-and-Wendi sites generously hosted on the Murdoch-owned MySpace website reveals. Does she genuinely love him, netizens ask, and he her? Or is their relationship defined by what they can provide each other, she lured by his money and power, and he smitten by her youth or her intoxicating proximity to China's media market, access to which he so covets but has failed to gain?
Many people regard Wendi as a Chinese Becky Sharp, and think that the infatuated Rupert, usually so cold and shrewd, so corporately clairvoyant, can't or won't see it. When Anna Nicole Smith died, for example, Private Eye published a picture of Wendi as a catsuit-clad dominatrix, with the caption, "Anna Nicole Deng: the scheming temptress who stole her way into the heart of a foolish old man - and stole all his money as well!" For all the Wendi sceptics, though, there are those who insist she's the best thing that could have happened to News Corporation, rejuvenating it and its ageing leader at the end of his reign. Says Wendi's close American friend Kathy Freston, the wife of the former Viacom executive Tom, "people say [Rupert] is lighter and happier since knowing her. He lights up when she walks in the room; they are very much a team, truly each other's confidante." A News executive remembers being on the company jet with Rupert and Wendi, watching the two entertain each other with Hollywood gossip and tattle. "It was like both of them had read People magazine cover to cover. They were loving it."
What has become clear as I've journeyed through Wendi's China - Beijing, where the Murdochs have reportedly paid US$5 million for a traditional siheyuan (four-walled courtyard) house in the shadow of the Forbidden City; Hong Kong, where she joined Murdoch's Star TV as an intern in 1996 and where she partied in the heady build-up to the colony's change of sovereignty; Xuzhou and Guangzhou, the austere towns of her childhood and youth - is that she's no princeling. Known as taizidang, princelings are China's Red Aristocracy: the in?uence-broking offspring of Communist Party grandees who advise investment banks or glad-hand foreign joint ventures. Many around News Corporation - usually those without Sino sensibilities - believe that Wendi has similarly superb connections in Beijing, possessing the means to deliver China's 1.3 billion consumers to a company that thus far has made myriad blunders and only glacial progress in trying to reach them. But in Xuzhou, high-school supervisor Xie Qidong, who knew the Deng family well, says that Wendi's father was just a medium-level party official, at best, in the state ironworks. "He was an engineer," Xie remembers. "One could not be a big guy coming from a machinery works at that time."
If Wendi is known in China, then, it is as the Mandarin-speaking wife of a powerful Western businessman, who acts as his quasi-ambassador, handing around a business card that says simply "Wendi Deng Murdoch, News Corporation" and assuming that the Communist Party heavies whom her husband needs to get onside will recognise the surname. But even if they do, there's no certainty that they will be much help. Murdoch has power in the West largely because he operates in democracies which allow him influence; China is a rigid one-party state with little room for a Western media mogul used to having political clout.
At Beijing University's journalism college, where China's future editors are nurtured, the reach of the Murdoch empire is debated with sophistication by students who conclude that his is not the type of foreign company ‘the Chinese people' require, a damning indictment. A former News executive who worked with Wendi in China says, "she thinks she knows it better than she actually does," and points out that she hasn't lived there for about 20 years. He detects resentment towards her by some in Beijing: "almost a con-tempt as to how she's arrived in some circles, which is not particularly an asset for Rupert". Wendi, he says, has been openly disparaged by Chinese officials in front of her husband, with the non-Mandarin-speaking Rupert not under-standing their harsh comments.
It's a shame that Wendi refused to be interviewed for this article - a hostile News Corporation wouldn't even release her CV or allow emailed questions - as I'm desperate to ask if she pinches herself in disbelief at all that has happened to her in such a short time. The Chinese internet buzzes with Wendi gossip: surely that's not normal for a machinist's daughter from Jiangsu? "She appreciates that she has landed in a very exceptional life situation," says her friend Kathy Freston. "She doesn't pretend that she isn't Mrs Murdoch - but then, she also never abuses it."
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Wendi Deng grew up in a three-room flat in a sixth-floor walk-up, in one of many blocks built during Mao's reign to house mid-level party functionaries. From her small primary school on Shao Hua Street, known for nurturing ping-pong skills, Wendi went to the Xuzhou No. 1 Middle School, where she was regarded as a student of average to upper ability. The grounds are studded with framed slogans of party heroes and illustrious alumni. Was she inspired by the good deeds inscribed on the Comrade Lei Feng Wall? Or did the aphorisms of Xuzhou's poets and philosophers resonate (All our dreams can come true - if we have the courage to pursue them)? Perhaps she learnt from Xuzhou's history: it's said that if you control the strategically sited city, you control all the territory around you.
Wendi's Xuzhou friends are disappointed that they haven't seen her since 1996, the same year she joined Rupert Murdoch's Star TV as an intern, three years before she married the boss. "I will complain to her once I meet her again," says Li Hong. "You have to stay in touch with your friends." Still, what's a decade for old friends? Li, Wang
Chongsheng and Xie Qidong talk about Wendi as though they saw her yesterday. "We've known each other since fourth grade, through middle school, and we lived together, we even shared clothes," says Li. "We biked to school, exercised together and studied at night together," she says. "I never thought that Wendi would achieve such success. I hope Wendi will come to China to invest, and let me hold some position. Isn't Murdoch eager to invest here?"
Li tries to keep up with Wendi's exciting Fifth Avenue life, overlooking Central Park in a US$44-million triplex. She collects every mention of Wendi in the local Xuzhou papers. "Tiandi zhi bie!" she declares, an old saying indicating that the contrast between the Wen Ge she grew up with and the Mrs Murdoch of Manhattan is "the difference between heaven and earth". But the 38-year age gap between her old friend and her old friend's husband doesn't bother Li Hong. From what she knows, she says, "Murdoch loves Wendi and her children. Love has no age limit, as long as it is love."
She wants to know more of her friend's new life, so I relate an anecdote told to me by a former News executive. Wendi's parents, a generation younger than their son-in-law, were staying at the couple's ?at in London, which Wendi has remodelled in a modern Chinese minimalist style. (Her friends say Wendi is fascinated by many cultures and the beautiful things that symbolise them: a Japanese tea ceremony, a delicate orchid, exquisite porcelain.) Rupert came home from the office and was scolded by his mother-in-law for walking into the home with his shoes on: he hadn't removed them at the front door, as is customary for the Chinese middle class. Li Hong laughs - as, apparently, did Rupert at the time. "I know her!" says Li. "There are standards, you know!"
Throughout our day together, Li is feisty, fun and quick with a quip. "Wendi and I were both pretty attractive," she says. "We had a very high head-turning ratio when we cycled past people on the street." I tell her that Wendi's two children were each recently given US$100 million in News Corporation stock by their father. Li's teenage daughter - the only child the state allows her - is dependent on her father's policeman salary of around A$200 a month. I ask Li if Wendi ever gave voice to her ambitions. Did she want to be a doctor? A lawyer? To enter the world of business, or ‘to jump into the sea', as the Chinese saying goes? "At the time we were so pure-minded, we had none of these ideas," Li replies. "She always wanted to go to America and now she has realised that. She loves children; she wanted to have a lot of children."
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Wendi Deng's volleyball coach, Wang Chongsheng, remembers her as "a calm girl, not very talkative": wenjing, meaning demure without being shy. Her high-school supervisor, Xie Qidong, says that Wendi had to catch up on classes during the year she was under his care. "She lagged behind other students because of playing volleyball," he says. Xie persuaded Wendi to give up sport and devote her energies to the upcoming university-entry exams. "Because she had good health, she could stay very late at night to make up her study," he says. "She has a struggling spirit and made big progress. I also would say she is smart. The cramming was very effective: her exam score reached the first-class university entry standards."
Life was tough in Xuzhou, but it seems that Wendi's parents escaped the worst of Mao's Cultural Revolution. Both were engineers, an acceptable occupation inasmuch as they were not considered intellectuals. Wendi has told intimates that her family was sent to a re-education camp, and that she planted rice and worked in the fields. But her high-school supervisor isn't sure about that. Wendi was a bit young for hard labour; if the Dengs were sent anywhere, Xie Qidong says, it was likely to be a May Seventh Cadre School. The Sinologist Geremie Barmé, of the ANU, describes these as "re-education labour schools but rather less than the Chinese gulag".
While Wendi was in high school, her father moved most of the family to Guangzhou for his job at the People's Machinery Works, but Wendi stayed by herself in Xuzhou for a short while. After she left for the US in 1988, Xie Qidong remembers her father proudly boasting that she had rented a house in Los Angeles for a time, subleasing part of it to make some money. "She also promoted cosmetics, door to door. She drove a lady to work and back home, using the lady's car, which meant she also had a car to use."
Xie is keen to see Wendi back in her old home town. A few years ago, while helping to organise the school's eighty-fifth anniversary, he obtained her email address from someone at CCTV, China's state broadcaster, who knew her. He sent her an invitation to the festivities. No response came.
At the Guangzhou Medical College, feelings are mixed about Wendi. Tutor Zhang Shanli is a little miffed that she doesn't seem to cite her time at the school, or to have completed her course elsewhere. But the college's Western-educated director, Professor Wei Donghai, realises the pulling power of a celebrity. Even though Wendi abandoned her studies in clinical medicine after two years, he'd like to get her back for the college's upcoming fiftieth anniversary. He must be proud of having such an illustrious alumni? "It's very interesting, but I think Miss Deng stayed here for just two to three years ... she was just a normal student." Have they talked to her since she left the college? "We once tried to reach her, but could not find a telephone number." I give him News' office contacts in New York.
They seem surprised to hear that Wendi visits China quite often, on business in Beijing for her husband's comp-any, and are impressed by reports that the Murdochs have acquired a house there. "Does she have children?" Zhang Shanli asks. "Boys or girls?" Two girls, I reveal: five-year-old Grace and three-year-old Chloe. Zhang seems pleased. Professor Wei, who earns a director's salary of about A$1000 a month, seems better informed. He talks about Wendi's daughters each receiving US$100 million in stock from their father. "Amazing, eh?"
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I meet Du Xiaopeng in a Starbucks in downtown Guang-zhou, around the corner from his scungy office building. The city is heaving with people and traffic; flashing neon lights merge with drizzle to give the Cantonese night a Blade Runner feel. Du, 33, is a rumpled figure: black plastic raincoat, glasses, a hairstyle just a few renminbi away from a pudding-bowl cut. The owner of the Chinese fan site wendideng.com, Du runs many websites; his most popular one is devoted to Tang and Song Dynasty poetry, from which he makes good money.
He explains how he saw an article in the Chinese media about the Murdochs and "was shocked by the age gap between them" and "the lack of information about them", as if somehow the two revelations go together. Enthralled, he decided to do something about it. In August 2005, he registered the domain wendideng.com and started uploading content. Today, it is probably the most comprehensive website, in English or Chinese, devoted to Wendi Deng.
The site, which is reasonably well designed, has a blog and reader forums. One posting, from ‘Emma', reads, "Deng Wendi is my idol! My dream is to get into the political circle. Now I am only 14 but I must succeed!" Another entry, by ‘bbas', states, "if every woman who appeared at a high-level meeting without invitation and ‘spilled' the red wine on the older man's clothes, how would the world be? If that happens ‘Mr Right' would be taking a bath in red wine!" Du says he deletes some of the more offensive entries.
Webmaster Du tells me his rationale for the site was that there was "no concentrated information centred on her" - a powerful woman whom he believes will take a more influential role in the affairs of his country. "I'm not sure Wendi reads it," he says, almost blushing. Most of the site's visitors are from China, though he notices a few coming from the US. He says that no one from News Corporation has approached him to buy the domain name, and he doesn't think he is breaking any laws by registering Wendi's name as a domain. (The mostly undeveloped rupertmurdoch.com has been owned by someone registered in the Cayman Islands since 1997, and has nothing to do with News.)
I ask Du what he would accept for the domain name if a posse of News Corporation lawyers walked into his office to buy it. "I would give it away," he says. "I would give it for free, but maybe in the long term I would benefit from Murdoch." Which sounds vaguely noble and philosophical, except that I later learn he owns another Wendi Deng domain, dengwendi.com, which runs identical content to the first one. It suggests a commercial intent that a plundering media mogul might well understand. Perhaps News Corporation should hire him.
Or maybe not. Du tries to sell advertising on the web-sites, without much success. "I make no money from Wendi," he insists. Du is "awed" by her, and knows many details of her life, most of which he posts online. "For an ordinary Chinese she has been good at creating opportunities for herself," he says. "But I don't love her." He says his wife is bemused by his activities, but she is no fan of Wendi. "She thinks of her as you xinji," he says, a pointed, slightly pejorative Chinese phrase which translates as "having a calculating heart".
"Murdoch would not at all lack beauties [in his life], but I do not regard Wendi as beautiful," Du says. "She has an aim, and she has tried everything to achieve that high level. Many people think she is ambitious and wants to take over Murdoch's business. She should keep low-key. After all, she is Chinese; she represents the Chinese people outside China."
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On 2 November 2000, little more than 16 months after Rupert Murdoch married Wendi Deng on the deck of the luxury launch he had bought for his retirement with Anna, the Wall Street Journal - America's premier business newspaper, and in May this year the subject of a takeover bid by News Corporation - published an article on its front page headlined "Meet Wendi Deng." The piece covered Wendi Deng's arrival in the US, in February 1988, describing how the well-meaning Cherry family, from Los Angeles, had taken in the teenage Wendi after meeting her in China.
Jake Cherry, at the time 50, was a technician working for a Sino-American joint venture in Guangzhou. The Cherry family's interpreter introduced them to a medical student keen to improve her English. Joyce Cherry, who was then 42, tutored Wendi before returning to Los Angeles with the couple's two children, ten-year-old Eric and five-year-old Kirsten; Jake Cherry stayed on to finish the contract. Soon after Joyce Cherry's return, her husband called to say that Wendi wanted to study in the US. Wendi had abandoned her medical studies in Guangzhou: would Joyce apply to some local colleges on her behalf ? The Cherrys sponsored Wendi's student visa and billeted her in the family home, where the 19-year-old shared a bunk bed with Kirsten. About the time Rupert Murdoch launched Sky Television in Europe, a deal which came close to bankrupting News Corporation, Wendi Deng became - by location if not yet, like, by vocabulary - a ‘Valley Girl'. She even managed to secure a place studying economics at California State University's nearby Northridge campus, CSUN. ("It's not that hard to get in," says Professor Ken Chapman, her tutor there.)
But Joyce Cherry grew "increasingly suspicious about Ms Deng's relationship with her husband", the Wall Street Journal reported. She'd discovered "coquettish" photos of Wendi taken by Jake Cherry in his Guangzhou hotel room. Jake became "infatuated" with Wendi, and she "started making recommendations about his diet and wardrobe". The two were having an affair. Joyce Cherry kicked them out of the family home, and they moved into a nearby apartment together.
Jake Cherry and Wendi Deng married in February 1990, two years after Wendi's arrival in the US. But Jake told Wendi to leave just four months after their wedding, because she was seeing someone else, an American in his twenties named David Wolf. They were divorced in 1992, having been married for two years and seven months - seven months longer, the Wall Street Journal reported, than was required for Wendi to obtain a Green Card. Jake and Wendi had lived together as husband and wife for "four to ?ve months, at the most". "She told me I was a father-concept to her, but it would never be anything else," Jake Cherry was quoted as saying. "I loved that girl."
The article shocked Rupert Murdoch. "He didn't know half of this stuff," says one of the Wall Street Journal reporting team. "She clearly hadn't told him. He never sued us, because it was all true." This was News' own medicine administered to its leader, the man who built an empire in large part through tabloids - London's Sun, Sydney's Daily Telegraph - profiting from delving into the private lives of the famous. News Corporation insiders say that James and Lachlan Murdoch used the Wall Street Journal story to probe their father, partly for traction in the unresolved succession plans and partly to question his judgement.
A Wall Street Journal reporter remembers attending a conference in Los Angeles at which Murdoch was giving a speech, soon after the article was published. Part of the paper's beat in Los Angeles is to cover the movie business, and Murdoch, a major Hollywood player because of Fox Studios, usually made himself available to its journalists. No longer. "I've never seen a man more ashen-faced," says the reporter. "When he saw us, he literally went white and ran away as fast as he could." Maybe he was ill.
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The Cherry home nestles in a quiet cul-de-sac at the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. It is smallish by local standards, a tidy clapboard residence overlooking the smoggy sprawl of the San Fernando Valley. What a contrast for a teenager coming from the Chinese heartland! I imagine Wendi, fresh off the plane, marvelling at the relentlessness of the Americana: the consumer accoutrements of the middle class; the stand-alone bungalows with neat lawns inside white picket fences; the bewildering freeways (driving a car!); the ubiquitous industry that gives the valley its nickname, Pornodelphia; the swimming pools, supermarkets, endless malls, cineplexes, junk-food chains and car yards; the lack of Mao statues.
Joyce Hinton, as she is now known, is not home. But her daughter, Kirsten, 24, is hanging out with a friend, Steve. It was Kirsten's room that Wendi shared back in 1988. "I was young at the time; I was five," she says. "I later found out what type of person she was." Kirsten turns to Steve: "My Dad married her to get her into the country."
I reach Joyce Hinton by phone. She's chatty and thoughtful, and doesn't seem the type to deride people for the sake of it. She's reluctant to meet and discuss once more what she describes as a "very difficult time" for her and her children. "I don't want my 15 minutes of fame to be about Wendi Deng," she explains. "I said my piece to the Wall Street Journal." Hinton confirms the details of the 2000 report, and says that she and Jake Cherry never reconciled. She adds that the interpreter who introduced her to Wendi in 1987, Mr Xuan, later apologised for doing so. "She had a goal and she got there," Hinton says of Wendi. "Surely she's got enough? You'd think she would've accomplished her goal by now."
A New York friend of Wendi's defends her actions. "Can you imagine what it would've been like, how she got there with no knowledge of the culture? It was almost inevitable that she was going to make some mistakes. I don't think she has an evil personality; she just has this incredible ambition coupled with this lack of self-consciousness. She got to California and she wanted to social-climb, to get out of the situation that got her there."
Kathy Freston, who describes herself as a "renowned personal-growth author and spiritual counsellor", first met Wendi at a "media establishment" retreat in 2002. When I ask her about the Cherrys, she says that Wendi "hasn't talked a lot about her time [in Los Angeles], other than the novelty and excitement of moving to America, the newness and challenges of attending an American university."
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Li Ning is arguably China's most famous athlete. Along with the American runner Carl Lewis, he was the star of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, winning three gold medals in gymnastics. Tall and good-looking, Li was a natural symbol of the new, modernising China. He used his celebrity to develop Li Ning sportswear, a sports drink and a nation-wide chain of sports shops - something hitherto unheard of in communist China. He's now one of the country's richest people, and one of its most recognisable: an anything's-possible icon for the post-Mao generations. And he's a friend of Wendi Deng.
Success in the Los Angeles games prompted Li Ning to open the International Gymnastics Academy in Chatsworth, the suburb next to CSUN, where Wendi was studying. Wendi began exercising at the gym and also helped manage the facility for Li, who was busy promoting Beijing's bid for the 2000 Olympics. CSUN tutors remember Wendi handing out ‘Beijing 2000' pins around the campus.
Working with Li and his business partner, Chen Yihong, opened doors for Wendi Deng: both had pull in Beijing, for Chinese politicians, like politicians anywhere, love being seen with famous sportspeople. "Every once in a while she'd be gone for part of a week, interpreting for a group of Chinese businessmen doing deals in New York or somewhere in the US," remembers Professor Daniel Blake of CSUN. "I figured she'd be a mover and shaker; she gave the impression of being well connected in China."
Fleeing the wreckage of two marriages - one of them her own - Wendi Deng was beginning to move in different circles. She did translation work for the sports channel ESPN; she sold cosmetics; she tried to introduce Li Ning's sports drink to California (it didn't catch on). Her CSUN studies continued, with success. Professor Ken Chapman, who has graduation photos of Wendi stored on his computer, remembers her being part of an "extremely bright bunch" of students. "When she arrived, her English wasn't very good, but she learnt rapidly. She did well
- pretty much a straight-A student," says Chapman, adding that she was slightly evasive - "there were incidental cover-ups" - about her marital status.
Professor Blake remembers "a trendy dresser, a modern girl". "She wasn't shy outside class, but you had to coax her to respond in class. But you didn't have to tell her how things worked twice." She can't have been too shy: in her senior year, she wowed her class by illustrating an assignment about the economics of overpopulation with that famous image of a nude and heavily pregnant Demi Moore.
Wendi graduated in 1993 and spent the next year working almost full-time at Li Ning's gym - and, presumably, contemplating the future. Though CSUN had an MBA program, Wendi set her sights on Yale ("a better brand name, I guess", notes Professor Blake). She asked Blake to write her a recommendation. "I actually encouraged her to get out of here; she was going places," he says.
When Wendi left California for Yale in 1995, it's not clear whether she had already severed her connection with the Li Ning operation, but in 1996, when she last saw her friends in Xuzhou, she gave out her Li Ning business card, though she said she was studying at Yale. The Ivy League isn't cheap: a former News Corporation executive in China claims that Wendi's then boyfriend, David Wolf, who was learning Mandarin and managed Li Ning's business, helped fund her through the Yale course. Wolf, now a public-relations consultant in Beijing, refused to be interviewed for this article.
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News Corporation spokesman Andrew Butcher seems anxious. I email a request to interview Wendi, and he responds, "Jesus ... you're scaring the shit out of me with this serious letter. Please don't treat me like a real corporate flak." He turns down the request on her behalf:
... there is no extensive business story to tell about Wendi - her recent interest has been solely focused on MySpace potentially doing something in China. She's not an executive at the company, doesn't fulfil an executive role, and doesn't intend to become an executive. Her primary role is as a great mum to two cute kids.
So, if Wendi isn't working for News Corporation, where should I send questions about her? "I'll look after any and all questions," Butcher replies. "I'm not going to answer questions by email."
A month later, Butcher sends me an unsolicited email. He's done some ringing around and believes I've only been seeking out people who "might have an axe to grind". His missive arrives the same night that I toast Wendi's health in Xuzhou with her old school chums, who are anything but critical of her.
Other friends and associates are much less forthcoming. There's Chen Yihong, the Beijing-based partner of Li Ning, who was close to Wendi when she worked at the Chatswood gym. There's David Wolf, whom she some-times referred to as her husband and whose mother, Valeria, attended Wendi and Rupert's wedding: I'd like to check whether they paid for her Yale tuition. And there's HS Liu, News Corporation's fixer in China, who says he has known Wendi for six years and has been deal-making and house-hunting for the Murdochs in Beijing. He'd love to talk, he tells me, but News recently had him sign a non-disclosure agreement. "I think it lasts a lifetime," he laments.
I seek Butcher's help in freeing these people up. He claims that they "barely know Wendi", and suggests that instead I contact a "long-time friend" such as Professor Jeffrey Garten, who taught her economics at Yale, where Wendi is one of 50-odd trustees of the management school she attended (and the only one whose spouse's occupation is detailed on the Yale website). Garten says he ?rst met her in 1996, which hardly makes him a "long-time friend". "I thought she was very alert, very energetic, and worked very hard," Garten says. "I found her friendly and charming, very curious and interested in learning all she could."
Later, I follow up, seeking any anecdotes he might recall, wondering if Wendi ever expressed any feelings about her homeland. "[I] just didn't know her well enough to provide this kind of detailed info, sorry!" he replies.
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Yale requires each of its MBA students to work as an intern. Wendi Deng undertook her placement in Hong Kong at Star TV, the Asian satellite broadcaster in which, in 1993, News Corporation had bought a controlling stake. She had sat next to Star's then COO, Bruce Churchill, on a plane, and the two got talking. Knowing how valuable - and how rare - a savvy mainlander could be for a Western-owned business in Hong Kong that was desperate to appear China-friendly, Churchill promptly hired her.
A Star colleague remembers Wendi's first week of work, in May 1996, when she set about introducing herself to the mostly male, mostly expatriate-Australian executive staff. "We were all there to learn, learn, learn - to suck in knowledge - but Wendi would say, ‘I'm going to meet that guy,'" the colleague recalls. "So she would waltz in to someone important's office, unannounced, and exclaim, ‘Hello, I'm Wendi, I'm the intern ... um, who are you?' It was excruciating. It made some people uncomfortable, but she would get away with it; in fact, she perfected it. Over time, I came to understand her approach," the colleague says. "Her English was limited, so what was she going to do with three binders on, say, the ins and outs of Japanese TV foreign-ownership regulations? She was as boot-strapped as they come."
Gary Davey, Star's CEO from 1993 to 1999, remembers Wendi being "a little bit clumsy; she didn't entirely under-stand the traditional niceties of corporate behaviour." It was, he says, "very refreshing. She was fearless, full of charming natural confidence. She didn't have that [Communist] Party arrogance about her that a lot of mainlanders we met did." Davey recalls that some of Star's Hong Kong Chinese staffers - those who had "made a living out of being Chinese" in a Western company - were "a bit uncomfortable with Wendi". Being smart and a mainlander "was a dangerous combination for a lot of them".
At the time, Star TV seemed a controversial asset for News to hold, not just because Hong Kong was returning to China but because Asian autocrats were ever anxious about the ‘cultural pollution' of Western-owned media. For a corporate chameleon like Murdoch, though, such politics was simply passing drama - he dropped the BBC News from Star's roster, and wouldn't publish Hong Kong governor Chris Patten's memoirs, after all - and far less important than Star, which was profitless, becoming a viable business.
By all reports, Wendi Deng livened up the place. One executive remembers her interaction with a colleague, Robert Bland, who ran the advertising department and whose ability to bring in revenue made him an important player. "He could get away with smoking these pungent cigarillos and wearing a ponytail around the office," the executive recalls. Bland soon caught Wendi's attention. The day after she had been introduced to him, he was walking down the corridor past her room. Recalls the executive, "Wendi, this intern, rushes out and grabs Bland's pony-tail, in front of all of us. And she gives it a yank and says in this squeaky voice, ‘Hi Robert! I'm Wendi! Remember me? I'm the intern,' and she just cackles with this kiddie laugh, ‘Ha ha ha ha ha.' Bland was not particularly friendly in the office, and he turns around with this I-can't-believe-someone-did-that-to-me look and sees Wendi standing there, grinning and saying, ‘Hi-ii, it's Wendi, I'm the intern,' and he just melts. That was the day we all got what she was about."
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Wendi Deng left Star TV after a few months to finish her MBA at Yale. Gary Davey says that the office workers thought it was the last they would see of her, but some months later Wendi showed up again. It was 1997, the year of the Hong Kong handover, and Star was on the rise. The colleagues she'd farewelled the year before had been promoted and, as one executive says, "there was a well-oiled machine operating." Wendi, now earning about US$80,000 a year, was re-assigned to improve Star's sluggish effort in China, seeking outlets for its music channel. "This was perfect for her, because it was just schmoozing; you couldn't actually do much in China," a colleague recalls. "She knew some people, but it wasn't like she was the president's daughter. I don't think she had any existing net-work, but she just started making one. She had no fear."
Wendi moved into a tiny ?at in the unprepossessing area of Hung Hom, near the Star office in Kowloon. Colleagues remember her as being well dressed and having "street-level tastes" outside the office. She'd lunch at a dai pai dong - a roadside hawker stall. On Friday nights, she turned heads partying in Hong Kong's fashionable bar district with friends like Rebecca Li and a Briton, Sue Taylor, who also worked in the media. Another Yale graduate working at Star, Tiffany Soong, was a friend, and she was very close to a wealthy British fund manager, Scobie Ward.
A Star colleague describes her as "a delightful charmer", and very popular with the male expatriate staff, something which inevitably gave rise to rumours. "She loved that she worked for a big, multinational, non-Chinese company in China," recalls one colleague. "She was ambitious, sure, but not in the way that ‘I'm going to write a killer business plan myself and make it work and be recognised for making it work'; she was ambitious in the way that ‘I'm going to meet this person and schmooze this person.'"
But there were times when Wendi did need some paperwork for important meetings. Sometimes she'd write her own and sometimes, one executive recalls, she would schmooze work from her colleagues, playing the role of the unworldly mainlander making her way. "She took advantage of people's naiveté and niceness," the executive says. "And she totally got credit for it. She presents this stuff to the bosses, and her charming self, and then she starts jetting off. If Rupert fell in love with her because of her Excel-spreadsheet business plans, then he should've married me."
Still, the Star executive harbours little malice towards her former colleague. "Was it wilful? Maybe. Does it matter? I've experienced worse. Some of us were a bit pissed off at the time, but we were all a team - at least, that's what we thought. I'm not trashing her ... I was very fond of her. I still am," the executive says, "but Star was no meritocracy. There's a certain amount of guileless guile about her ... she'll set her mind on something, and the way she'll go after it is with a sledgehammer. She's not a genius; she's a sweetheart, she's a party girl, she loves it when everyone is having fun - she likes to facilitate that. That's what she does."
While Rupert Murdoch was the guest of honour of Hong Kong's Chief Executive designate at the official handover ceremony on 30 June 1997, Wendi Deng saw in the transfer at the Hong Kong Cricket Club. A bastion of colonial privilege, the club was an unusual place for a mainlander - and the daughter of a Communist Party member, no less - to witness the act that Beijing believed would rectify an accident of history. And the historical signi?cance of the moment didn't much move her, it seems: "Wendi doesn't have those type of views; she's not at all political," says a friend. "She's the type of person who'll go to a party and she'll come back and tell you who she met and what they said. She's not fixing rockets in her spare time; she's not dumb either ... she's got other gifts."
*
Wendi Deng's Star colleagues began to twig that some-thing was afoot in the first half of 1998. She became furtive and giggly; she took short vacations to Paris and London with someone she described as "my new boyfriend, an older guy", returning with expensive gifts. A News Corporation executive recalls "a weird period when the office started gossiping. Then we started hearing Rupert-isms from Wendi and Wendi-isms from Rupert." Colleagues saw Wendi at Hong Kong's Grand Hyatt Hotel at unusual hours. Then, Rupert and Wendi were spotted holding hands as they strolled around The Peak, a popular lovers' haunt. "She often said she liked older men," a colleague says, "even before she'd met Murdoch."
How did the two meet? One story circulating through Star TV is that she impressed Rupert in the office with a sharp business plan. Another has it that she gatecrashed a Hong Kong dinner he attended, contriving to spill wine on his lap. Rupert told Vanity Fair magazine in October 1999 that when Wendi visited London on Star business in June 1998, he - "a recently separated and lonely man" - took her out for dinner. "I talked her into staying a couple of extra days and that was the start of it," he said.
Gary Davey claims he introduced them, albeit by phone. He was in Delhi; Murdoch was in Japan en route to Shang-hai, and needed an interpreter. "I told her to go to the airport, meet this guy and take him up to Shanghai," Davey recalls. "She said, ‘What's his name?' and I said, ‘Rupert Murdoch,' and in classic Wendi style she said, ‘Oh, OK.'" A long-time Murdoch lieutenant and now a semi-retired private investor living in Coffs Harbour, Davey can't quite remember the timing of that phone call. Though Rupert married Wendi on 25 June 1999, just 17 days after finalising a US$1-billion-plus divorce, he has insisted he was faithful to Anna until the end of the marriage. Murdoch and Wendi "weren't swinging hands immediately," Davey insists. "It took some months for a relationship to develop."
The break-up with Anna stunned all who knew the Murdochs, including the rest of the family. "I thought it was a very strong marriage," says Andrew Neil, a former editor of Murdoch's Sunday Times in London. Gary Davey says that Rupert and Anna "were bullshitting one another" that Rupert would gradually withdraw from the cut-and-thrust of empire building. "He wanted to maintain a halfway-sensible relationship with Anna. I knew he was very unhappy ... There was a polarisation between Anna and Wendi that just transformed him. Rupert was never a ladies' man, but he was invigorated by this young woman who showed an interest in him, was smart, was Chinese, could comfort him ... here was somebody who was energetic, excited, passion-ate, motivated, really smart ... somebody who loves business on a level that almost equals him, and someone who was intimate with a culture that he's most intrigued by."
A Star colleague recalls the time when the relationship went public. Wendi "wanted to talk about all the famous people she'd met. There was a certain amount of boastful-ness to it, but she wasn't really dropping names; she was genuinely starstruck, in a guileless way. The whole thing was very weird." In a similar vein, a News executive remembers that not long after he and his wife met Wendi, she would call them for tips on what to wear to functions she was attending with Rupert. "It was quite sweet, actually. She wasn't showing off; she was genuinely unsure of what was appropriate," he says.
*
Copies of Rupert Murdoch's New York Post are piled high inside the entrance of the Shuang Wen High School, on New York's Lower East Side. The papers are part of a $500,000 donation Wendi made to the school, even though her daughter Grace is schooled elsewhere. Shuang Wen - Mandarin for ‘dual cultures' - sits on Cherry Street, in a tough neighbourhood adjacent to Chinatown. It has one of the state-school system's most impressive academic records, and is popular with uptown New York families who want to give their children a way into China's economic future.
Shuang Wen High School is one of the handful of trusts and charities with which Wendi is associated. She's also a trustee of, and a donor to, the Asia Society, located just a few blocks away from her uptown home. The society is a major networking spot, where the grandees of America's Asian establishment gather to debate policy. News Corporation had its annual meeting there last year. On 30 January this year, the society inaugurated its China Centre with a speech by Henry Kissinger on how he and Richard Nixon began talks with Mao in 1972. It was a big event for New York's Asiaphiles and diplomats: surely Wendi would join Richard Holbrooke, Christopher Hill and the academic Orville Schell in the audience? She didn't.
Perhaps she was with her parents. She moved them to New York soon after marrying Murdoch, installing them in an apartment in Queens, in the middle-class Chinese neighbourhood of Flushing. She showed them the sights and took them shopping on Madison Avenue: a crash course in the West. "It was like Wendi wanted them to catch up," says a friend. "They were decked out in super-fine fabrics, but you could tell that they felt completely uncomfortable. It didn't matter to them, any of that; they would've been just as happy wearing anything." They were "pretty bewildered; they had no English," the friend says, describing them as "very nice people" but "beaten down" after living much of their life under Mao.
In New York, the Murdochs are said to be friendly without being particularly social; they're in the process of crossing from trendy SoHo to the sedate Upper East Side, which is more Rupert's natural habitat. The couple's first formal home, the loft on Prince Street where Rupert started donning the metropolitan black garb that Wendi chose for him, was sold after James, Lachlan and their wives left town. Wendi showed a savvy side when she did a rare interview - with the New York Times' real-estate pages, in October 2005 - ostensibly to help sell the hard-to-shift SoHo loft after Rupert had bought their new apartment on Fifth Avenue. "We are trying to simplify our life," she said in the piece, headlined "Make an Offer" - while lamenting that she'd "have to get a better wardrobe" now that she was moving into the rarefied uptown area.
New York gossips claim Wendi still has some awkward social moments. One friend comments, "I've been at a dinner party where she'll just blindly jump into the conversation, and say something harmless but completely unrelated to the table discussion. Rupert will indulge her, laugh it off, almost in the same way that you'll indulge a child, and Wendi doesn't pick up on that." It's something that the friend presumes is a result of the cultural gap, a "mainland Chinese suddenly flying around on a private jet to meet world leaders. That's got to be weird."
Kathy Freston says she's in contact with Wendi at least once a day as they shuttle between their respective homes in Los Angeles and New York. They share yoga teachers, and Kathy is trying to teach Wendi to meditate. She says that Wendi "talks a mile a minute, and I know sometimes she would like to slow down, but I think there is so much she'd like to get done in a day ... that everything comes tumbling out. I adore her because she is very thoughtful and quirky and brilliant in a completely original and unpretentious way. She has no interest in knowing the right people - she likes who she likes, no matter what station in life they occupy. She doesn't put on false airs."
*
Shortly after he married Wendi Deng in 1999, Rupert Murdoch said in an interview that his new wife's job was "as a home decorator": that she was not "some business genius about to take over News". "She's intelligent, but she's not going to do that," he said. Her friends were incensed. "She didn't marry him to sit at home and be a society wife," says one.
There seems recently to have been a shift in Wendi's role in News Corporation. After the couple visited Beijing late last year, News confirmed reports that it was planning to launch MySpace in China, with Wendi involved in the rollout. Soon after, the Australian CEO of Star TV, Michelle Guthrie, was removed from her post, along with senior executives in Star's Indian operations. That followed the September sell-off of more than half of Star's long-held stake in Phoenix TV - one of News' few meaningful assets in the Chinese media - which reduced its holdings to 17.6%. That was an "ill-advised" move, says Gary Davey, who notes that Phoenix's well-connected chairman, the former People's Liberation Army colonel Liu Changle, "was never comfortable with Wendi always asking questions".
News' offices around the region are now rife with talk that Wendi is starting to exercise her power, starting to build an empire in Asia - something which News denies. "They should absolutely use her," says Jessica Rief Cohen, Merrill Lynch's senior media analyst in New York, when I ask her about Wendi's role in China. "She knows the company, she knows the country and News desperately wants to be in that country in a big way ... they'll do what they have to do to have a presence there."
If she is assuming a grander role for herself at News, can Wendi deliver China to her husband? Gary Davey says that at the very least she'd be an improvement on her predecessors. Over the years, he explains, News has been inundated with fixers, influence-brokers and spruikers promising riches in China but not delivering. "We'd have two or three a day," he remembers, "members of the politburo who'd show up with their hands out. It was just revolting. It's all very well having the connections, the guanxi, and all of that nonsense, but most of the guys who are in that racket wouldn't have a bloody clue about how to run a business." Wendi is different, Davey says, bringing to the role an understanding of the culture and language, and also "really intense business nous, one of the missing pieces of the China puzzle".
That's debatable. In 1999 and 2000, Wendi and her step-son James went on an internet spending spree in China, buying up community websites such as NetEase, SinoBIT, Sinobyte, 21CN and RenRen. All had high profiles in the heady days before the dotcom bust; today, most of them have been wound down by News, with millions of dollars lost. "Her choice of business partners in China has been odd," says a News China colleague.
The internet is one area in which China does not lag behind the West; its emergence as a powerful medium has coincided with the country's economic boom. "Even though MySpace is a big brand in the US, there are plenty of other things in China that have a big head start on MySpace," the News China executive says. "Online gaming is way bigger, so putting Wendi onto MySpace China may be just like putting Wendi in a corner where she can't do much damage." Wendi's former boyfriend David Wolf, who runs a blog on Chinese technology, also seems sceptical. In a posting about the arrival of foreign-owned community web-sites in December last year, Wolf wrote, "MySpace: is China really core to their business? Do they offer something that can't be readily replicated? I cannot shake the feeling that MySpace is showing up now because Rupert has the online bug and Wendi is bored."
*
"There is no one in the company with Rupert's vision or breadth of interest," warns Andrew Neil, a former senior Murdoch employee. "Rupert is the one who had the over-arching vision and the global reach. James knows Britain pretty well now - and Star in Asia, and therefore probably Fox - but does he know anything about motion-picture studios? Does he care about newspapers?" he asks. "Lachlan certainly doesn't care about the British newspapers. [Peter] Chernin, seen as the major executive who would take over if Rupert was not there, couldn't give a stuff about BSkyB, The Times or the papers in Australia. Chase Carey [who runs News' satellite-TV operation in the US] couldn't give a stuff what The Times says. Could Carey find Australia on the map? There's no one."
Neil foresees a break-up of the News empire after Murdoch's death: that his lieutenants will try to secure their corner of the enterprise through management buyouts. "The company will be unbundled, no question; the institutional investors will finally have their say," he says. "My guess is [the break-up] will be messy, because these things usually are, as they divvy up parts of the company. This is a share price that has not performed. Given that the asset value of the company is far greater than its market capitalisation ... there'll be a big push among the shareholders when Rupert goes.
"Wendi has two young kids to look after, but every-body's view is that she is biding her time. She keeps her hand in as to what is going on. He's very close to her. Everybody expects to see her as a rising player. From every-thing I hear about her, underestimating her would be very foolish, particularly in a post-Rupert world. She'll want to be there when the carve-up happens, and she's got two kids who are increasingly being cut in to the post-Rupert pie," says Neil.
"The children of Anna's marriage get on fine with Wendi, but they are wary of the dynastic implications of her and the two children. It worries Anna as well. They're all waiting for the Chinese kids to be inserted into that [dynastic] place, and it causes them apprehension. Rupert's run that company not for the benefit of the shareholders but for dynastic reasons, to keep control of it. His biggest threat to that is a combination of the family falling out [after his death] as they try to divvy up the assets and the institutions saying, ‘News Corp. is over, that's finished, we want to sell,'" Neil explains. "And she, Wendi, will be there for that."
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Final Harry Potter = The Death of My Childhood.
The Final Harry Potter = The Death of My Childhood.
http://zealousglow.wordpress.com/2011/07/18/the-final-harry-potter-the-death-of-my-childhood/
I just got home, after seeing the final Harry Potter movie with my husband.
It was, in a mere word, epic.
Truthfully, it was probably one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. The characters came alive in this movie, and the contrast between good and evil was so strong that it gave me the chills. The humor was perfect, the action magnificent, and the conclusion was a tear-jerker. I loved every moment.
Heck, even the cynical reviewers at Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 97% approval rating.
But I found myself troubled and perplexed at the end of the movie, as the credits rolled across the screen. I couldn’t really put my finger on it until I got to the car and started to drive home:
With Harry meeting his inevitable conclusion, I must face the reality that my childhood has now disappeared.
In a very real sense, I grew up with Harry Potter. I stumbled across the first book in the series when I was going into eighth grade, right after my family had uprooted from central Illinois to live in the Twin Cities. It was my first summer–a cold summer, at
Me with my family, when I was 13.
that– in a brand-new place, where I knew no one. While I made friends quickly when school started, Harry and his friends were my comfort in that first strange summer in Minnesota when I had nothing but pesky mosquitoes and my faithful dog to comfort me.
In high school, I awaited eagerly for each new book in the series. My friends and I went to nearly every midnight screening for each new movie–even when it meant we had to go straight from a graduation ceremony to the theater, still dressed in our formal attire.
In college, I read and reread the books. When a family friend gave me a brand-new copy of the last book while I was home on break, I stayed up all night reading it.
While in various classes in college, my friend Stephanie and I even came up with an entire character cast using all of the people at our university as subs for Rowling’s characters.
I was working at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, when it was announced that they had gained the rights to the Harry Potter theme park. I saw the celebration and pride first-hand, and I marveled that I got to be a part of it.
In the last few years, as I’ve worked as a youth leader, I’ve loaned out my copies of the movies to hoards of kids. I’ve talked about the books and the movies more times than I can count, and I’ve even watched the movies with teenagers in my apartment.
Harry Potter has been a constant in my life in the last twelve years. It’s outlasted my favorite sweaters, the framed pictures I thought I’d never put in a box, and my favorite CDs. It’s outlast three generations of iPods, two laptops, and my digital cameras. It’s outlasted my boyfriends, several homes, my first car, my childhood pets, five drastically different hair colors, countless vision prescriptions, four years’ worth of roommates, and my best friends.
It’s lasted longer than nearly everything else in my life, really. The only things that even come close are my Anya Hindmarch bag and my Rainbow sandals (eight years and six years, respectively).
And now–it’s over.
I know this seems melancholy. And it’s very personal. But after all, my blog ultimately my place to share my own thoughts, unfiltered. I think the world would be a much better place if we could actually share our true feelings, fears, and joys with each other. So I guess that’s what I’m doing: sharing my truth, even when it’s not so rosy or politically correct.
I can’t be the only one who has faced this–the death of childhood and the road into adulthood. However, it feels like I’m alone in it since no one has ever really been honest enough to tell me that this is what it’s like (similar to how no one would confess to how horrific soccer tryouts would actually be in high school, really).
This feeling that my carefree days are totally behind me….the knowledge that my life now consists of tracking and paying bills, taking dogs to the vet, working, and making dentist appointments…
Peter Pan sure had the right idea, I tell you.
It’s not that I want to prolong my adolescence, by any means. I’ve always been ready to grow up–whether it was tackling Jane Eyre at ten, flying alone across the country at twelve, writing my autobiography at thirteen, moving across the country at eighteen, or handling a hall of forty residents at nineteen.
I guess this just seems like the final blow to my childhood.
Kind of that “Holy cow, I’m actually an adult” moment.
Sure, there are plenty of perks to being an adult. For one, I get to buy whatever I want at the grocery store–I don’t have to convince my mother that I really need it.
Also, I get to burn candles whenever I want–despite the fact that my brother and I set my trashcan on fire once and I was banned from ever owning candles again.
But secretly, I sometimes wish I could go back to my carefree days twelve years ago–back when my biggest worry was finishing Harry Potter before sunrise.
http://zealousglow.wordpress.com/2011/07/18/the-final-harry-potter-the-death-of-my-childhood/
I just got home, after seeing the final Harry Potter movie with my husband.
It was, in a mere word, epic.
Truthfully, it was probably one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. The characters came alive in this movie, and the contrast between good and evil was so strong that it gave me the chills. The humor was perfect, the action magnificent, and the conclusion was a tear-jerker. I loved every moment.
Heck, even the cynical reviewers at Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 97% approval rating.
But I found myself troubled and perplexed at the end of the movie, as the credits rolled across the screen. I couldn’t really put my finger on it until I got to the car and started to drive home:
With Harry meeting his inevitable conclusion, I must face the reality that my childhood has now disappeared.
In a very real sense, I grew up with Harry Potter. I stumbled across the first book in the series when I was going into eighth grade, right after my family had uprooted from central Illinois to live in the Twin Cities. It was my first summer–a cold summer, at
Me with my family, when I was 13.
that– in a brand-new place, where I knew no one. While I made friends quickly when school started, Harry and his friends were my comfort in that first strange summer in Minnesota when I had nothing but pesky mosquitoes and my faithful dog to comfort me.
In high school, I awaited eagerly for each new book in the series. My friends and I went to nearly every midnight screening for each new movie–even when it meant we had to go straight from a graduation ceremony to the theater, still dressed in our formal attire.
In college, I read and reread the books. When a family friend gave me a brand-new copy of the last book while I was home on break, I stayed up all night reading it.
While in various classes in college, my friend Stephanie and I even came up with an entire character cast using all of the people at our university as subs for Rowling’s characters.
I was working at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, when it was announced that they had gained the rights to the Harry Potter theme park. I saw the celebration and pride first-hand, and I marveled that I got to be a part of it.
In the last few years, as I’ve worked as a youth leader, I’ve loaned out my copies of the movies to hoards of kids. I’ve talked about the books and the movies more times than I can count, and I’ve even watched the movies with teenagers in my apartment.
Harry Potter has been a constant in my life in the last twelve years. It’s outlasted my favorite sweaters, the framed pictures I thought I’d never put in a box, and my favorite CDs. It’s outlast three generations of iPods, two laptops, and my digital cameras. It’s outlasted my boyfriends, several homes, my first car, my childhood pets, five drastically different hair colors, countless vision prescriptions, four years’ worth of roommates, and my best friends.
It’s lasted longer than nearly everything else in my life, really. The only things that even come close are my Anya Hindmarch bag and my Rainbow sandals (eight years and six years, respectively).
And now–it’s over.
I know this seems melancholy. And it’s very personal. But after all, my blog ultimately my place to share my own thoughts, unfiltered. I think the world would be a much better place if we could actually share our true feelings, fears, and joys with each other. So I guess that’s what I’m doing: sharing my truth, even when it’s not so rosy or politically correct.
I can’t be the only one who has faced this–the death of childhood and the road into adulthood. However, it feels like I’m alone in it since no one has ever really been honest enough to tell me that this is what it’s like (similar to how no one would confess to how horrific soccer tryouts would actually be in high school, really).
This feeling that my carefree days are totally behind me….the knowledge that my life now consists of tracking and paying bills, taking dogs to the vet, working, and making dentist appointments…
Peter Pan sure had the right idea, I tell you.
It’s not that I want to prolong my adolescence, by any means. I’ve always been ready to grow up–whether it was tackling Jane Eyre at ten, flying alone across the country at twelve, writing my autobiography at thirteen, moving across the country at eighteen, or handling a hall of forty residents at nineteen.
I guess this just seems like the final blow to my childhood.
Kind of that “Holy cow, I’m actually an adult” moment.
Sure, there are plenty of perks to being an adult. For one, I get to buy whatever I want at the grocery store–I don’t have to convince my mother that I really need it.
Also, I get to burn candles whenever I want–despite the fact that my brother and I set my trashcan on fire once and I was banned from ever owning candles again.
But secretly, I sometimes wish I could go back to my carefree days twelve years ago–back when my biggest worry was finishing Harry Potter before sunrise.
The Final Harry Potter = The Death of My Childhood.
The Final Harry Potter = The Death of My Childhood.
18 07 2011
I just got home, after seeing the final Harry Potter movie with my husband.
It was, in a mere word, epic.
Truthfully, it was probably one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. The characters came alive in this movie, and the contrast between good and evil was so strong that it gave me the chills. The humor was perfect, the action magnificent, and the conclusion was a tear-jerker. I loved every moment.
Heck, even the cynical reviewers at Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 97% approval rating.
But I found myself troubled and perplexed at the end of the movie, as the credits rolled across the screen. I couldn’t really put my finger on it until I got to the car and started to drive home:
With Harry meeting his inevitable conclusion, I must face the reality that my childhood has now disappeared.
In a very real sense, I grew up with Harry Potter. I stumbled across the first book in the series when I was going into eighth grade, right after my family had uprooted from central Illinois to live in the Twin Cities. It was my first summer–a cold summer, at
Me with my family, when I was 13.
that– in a brand-new place, where I knew no one. While I made friends quickly when school started, Harry and his friends were my comfort in that first strange summer in Minnesota when I had nothing but pesky mosquitoes and my faithful dog to comfort me.
In high school, I awaited eagerly for each new book in the series. My friends and I went to nearly every midnight screening for each new movie–even when it meant we had to go straight from a graduation ceremony to the theater, still dressed in our formal attire.
In college, I read and reread the books. When a family friend gave me a brand-new copy of the last book while I was home on break, I stayed up all night reading it.
While in various classes in college, my friend Stephanie and I even came up with an entire character cast using all of the people at our university as subs for Rowling’s characters.
I was working at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, when it was announced that they had gained the rights to the Harry Potter theme park. I saw the celebration and pride first-hand, and I marveled that I got to be a part of it.
In the last few years, as I’ve worked as a youth leader, I’ve loaned out my copies of the movies to hoards of kids. I’ve talked about the books and the movies more times than I can count, and I’ve even watched the movies with teenagers in my apartment.
Harry Potter has been a constant in my life in the last twelve years. It’s outlasted my favorite sweaters, the framed pictures I thought I’d never put in a box, and my favorite CDs. It’s outlast three generations of iPods, two laptops, and my digital cameras. It’s outlasted my boyfriends, several homes, my first car, my childhood pets, five drastically different hair colors, countless vision prescriptions, four years’ worth of roommates, and my best friends.
It’s lasted longer than nearly everything else in my life, really. The only things that even come close are my Anya Hindmarch bag and my Rainbow sandals (eight years and six years, respectively).
And now–it’s over.
I know this seems melancholy. And it’s very personal. But after all, my blog ultimately my place to share my own thoughts, unfiltered. I think the world would be a much better place if we could actually share our true feelings, fears, and joys with each other. So I guess that’s what I’m doing: sharing my truth, even when it’s not so rosy or politically correct.
I can’t be the only one who has faced this–the death of childhood and the road into adulthood. However, it feels like I’m alone in it since no one has ever really been honest enough to tell me that this is what it’s like (similar to how no one would confess to how horrific soccer tryouts would actually be in high school, really).
This feeling that my carefree days are totally behind me….the knowledge that my life now consists of tracking and paying bills, taking dogs to the vet, working, and making dentist appointments…
Peter Pan sure had the right idea, I tell you.
It’s not that I want to prolong my adolescence, by any means. I’ve always been ready to grow up–whether it was tackling Jane Eyre at ten, flying alone across the country at twelve, writing my autobiography at thirteen, moving across the country at eighteen, or handling a hall of forty residents at nineteen.
I guess this just seems like the final blow to my childhood.
Kind of that “Holy cow, I’m actually an adult” moment.
Sure, there are plenty of perks to being an adult. For one, I get to buy whatever I want at the grocery store–I don’t have to convince my mother that I really need it.
Also, I get to burn candles whenever I want–despite the fact that my brother and I set my trashcan on fire once and I was banned from ever owning candles again.
But secretly, I sometimes wish I could go back to my carefree days twelve years ago–back when my biggest worry was finishing Harry Potter before sunrise.
18 07 2011
I just got home, after seeing the final Harry Potter movie with my husband.
It was, in a mere word, epic.
Truthfully, it was probably one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. The characters came alive in this movie, and the contrast between good and evil was so strong that it gave me the chills. The humor was perfect, the action magnificent, and the conclusion was a tear-jerker. I loved every moment.
Heck, even the cynical reviewers at Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 97% approval rating.
But I found myself troubled and perplexed at the end of the movie, as the credits rolled across the screen. I couldn’t really put my finger on it until I got to the car and started to drive home:
With Harry meeting his inevitable conclusion, I must face the reality that my childhood has now disappeared.
In a very real sense, I grew up with Harry Potter. I stumbled across the first book in the series when I was going into eighth grade, right after my family had uprooted from central Illinois to live in the Twin Cities. It was my first summer–a cold summer, at
Me with my family, when I was 13.
that– in a brand-new place, where I knew no one. While I made friends quickly when school started, Harry and his friends were my comfort in that first strange summer in Minnesota when I had nothing but pesky mosquitoes and my faithful dog to comfort me.
In high school, I awaited eagerly for each new book in the series. My friends and I went to nearly every midnight screening for each new movie–even when it meant we had to go straight from a graduation ceremony to the theater, still dressed in our formal attire.
In college, I read and reread the books. When a family friend gave me a brand-new copy of the last book while I was home on break, I stayed up all night reading it.
While in various classes in college, my friend Stephanie and I even came up with an entire character cast using all of the people at our university as subs for Rowling’s characters.
I was working at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, when it was announced that they had gained the rights to the Harry Potter theme park. I saw the celebration and pride first-hand, and I marveled that I got to be a part of it.
In the last few years, as I’ve worked as a youth leader, I’ve loaned out my copies of the movies to hoards of kids. I’ve talked about the books and the movies more times than I can count, and I’ve even watched the movies with teenagers in my apartment.
Harry Potter has been a constant in my life in the last twelve years. It’s outlasted my favorite sweaters, the framed pictures I thought I’d never put in a box, and my favorite CDs. It’s outlast three generations of iPods, two laptops, and my digital cameras. It’s outlasted my boyfriends, several homes, my first car, my childhood pets, five drastically different hair colors, countless vision prescriptions, four years’ worth of roommates, and my best friends.
It’s lasted longer than nearly everything else in my life, really. The only things that even come close are my Anya Hindmarch bag and my Rainbow sandals (eight years and six years, respectively).
And now–it’s over.
I know this seems melancholy. And it’s very personal. But after all, my blog ultimately my place to share my own thoughts, unfiltered. I think the world would be a much better place if we could actually share our true feelings, fears, and joys with each other. So I guess that’s what I’m doing: sharing my truth, even when it’s not so rosy or politically correct.
I can’t be the only one who has faced this–the death of childhood and the road into adulthood. However, it feels like I’m alone in it since no one has ever really been honest enough to tell me that this is what it’s like (similar to how no one would confess to how horrific soccer tryouts would actually be in high school, really).
This feeling that my carefree days are totally behind me….the knowledge that my life now consists of tracking and paying bills, taking dogs to the vet, working, and making dentist appointments…
Peter Pan sure had the right idea, I tell you.
It’s not that I want to prolong my adolescence, by any means. I’ve always been ready to grow up–whether it was tackling Jane Eyre at ten, flying alone across the country at twelve, writing my autobiography at thirteen, moving across the country at eighteen, or handling a hall of forty residents at nineteen.
I guess this just seems like the final blow to my childhood.
Kind of that “Holy cow, I’m actually an adult” moment.
Sure, there are plenty of perks to being an adult. For one, I get to buy whatever I want at the grocery store–I don’t have to convince my mother that I really need it.
Also, I get to burn candles whenever I want–despite the fact that my brother and I set my trashcan on fire once and I was banned from ever owning candles again.
But secretly, I sometimes wish I could go back to my carefree days twelve years ago–back when my biggest worry was finishing Harry Potter before sunrise.
苏牧：归与不归，如同小葱豆腐和红烧牛肉
苏牧：归与不归，如同小葱豆腐和红烧牛肉 2011-05-17 10:36:18
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有这样一个故事。
一朋友支教的时候是在偏远山区，每天教教孩子们粗浅的数学和英文之外，就是陪孩子玩。有时，在土墙碎窗里唱歌、讲故事；有时，带着孩子们上山踏青、采果子。生活清苦，但也闲散惬意。没事时，四处随性走走也不错。
有一次，他独自一人向山里深处走。行至正午，身疲脚乏、口干舌燥，带的水也喝完了。突然，他发现不远处有一条小溪，水逐白浪，便急急奔了过去。也顾不得洗手，他捧起水来就喝，溪水清洌，顿时舒服极了。解渴后，他整整衣衫，清清爽爽地向上寻源而去，爬了三五十米，却见几头黄牛站在溪水里。几缕水柱从牛的腹下，如灌而出，原来牛儿在撒尿。
有时，人真不知道什么在前面等着自己。
出国时，我是清醒又盲目的。离开校门后，大事还算顺当。五六年内，婚也结了，子也有了，房也分了，职也升了。可当上主治的新鲜劲一过，我内心深处就暗生不安和烦恼。那是拿手术刀不如卖茶鸡蛋的时代，日夜忙碌、责任重大、囊中水洗，真不如弃医卖药的充盈自在。再看看为了升职，为了二三十块奖金而舌剑唇枪
、明争暗斗的主任们，乌发为此而白，形容由此而悴，我眼中的前方一片茫然。我选择了出国，可出国后干么、如何生活，这个签证管也耸肩摊手的基本问题，我却从来没细想，也想不清。我把所有医学书一斤斤贱卖掉，只带着一本英汉双解字典，一本乒乓球的旋转和一本我花了一毛九分钱从医院图书馆的处理堆里买来的小
书就上了飞机。当然，还带着那半腔勇气和一腔无知。我清晰地记得，异乡的第一夜特别冷，从里到外。
鬼使神差，运气使然，去国五载后，我又回到了医界，看起了黄头发。现在，十余年又匆匆而过，我已心平气和、步履稳健，很有了些中年的敦实。回头望去，签证官的苦相，绝念再行医的坦然和“你的破英文，绝对考不上医生！”，英文班里一位女同学的断言，不仅哑然失笑。世事真是难料！没磅过称的木柴不知道几斤
几两，没点燃的柴火更不知道能窜几寸高。我觉得，是年轻人的不知天高地厚、皮实敢造，甚至盲目冲动帮助了我，使我走到了今天，有了这样一段曾经拥有的回忆。人入中年，脚力匮乏，如油箱亮起了黄灯，再也不敢使尽全力地开，只好时常用小心谨慎来虚掩一下底气不足。如今的我还真少了些胆量回国大干一场，本钱不多
，手上的牌没几张，贸然坐在四方城前，瞧着同学们头上的院长、教授、博导的紫云，我还真有点儿眼晕。捧着手上辛辛苦苦淘来的洋乌纱帽——Fellow，就是不知道放哪儿好。放在正堂, 别人的心情会不好，日后难免激流暗涌；放在偏室，自己的心情会不好，想想出国这趟金白鎏了。更不想见到的是，一心回国淘金献爱心，到最后却变成办公室里的沙袋，帮人练拳了。
当然，有的人年纪轻、身体棒、拳头硬，回国也行。我认识的最早的海龟是在我出国之前，九十年代初，那是一些有见识有胆量心中有梦的人。出国大潮中，敢于逆流而动的，不是俗人。有一个熟人资历平平、为人木讷，并非投机钻营那一种。海归后，他从科主任做起，几年后变成大科主任。数年前，我回国探亲时，他已经成为那家有名大医院的正院长。教授、博导、主委、学科带头人的名头像苍蝇一样盯着他，他却依然平易，话也不多。只在不经意间，他说，我没有名片，名片对我没用。也有一些人干的一般，但没见过很差的，教授、主任的位子是肯定有的， 只是第几的区别。他们都有一个共性，和那些一直留在国内的一样，有抱怨，但幸
福感很强。大家都憎恨毒牛奶和地沟油，想方设法避开农药蔬菜，见到二手烟和飞车族就赶紧躲，慢慢学会了绕着去达到安全美好的生活，没人傻挺着。似乎人人都很明白，环境是大家的，生活是自己的，日子还得自己细心经营着过。他们又都觉得自己混得不错，有头有脸的，车子、位子、房子、票子都有了，遇上一些灰衣土
脸的洋试管工和博士们，还大有面子，为自己早年的草莽和英明而大为自豪。更有热心人直肠直肚为假洋人们着想：混得没啥意思就回来吧！别瞎靠着。
其实，我们还觉得挺幸福的，至少活得心粗胆大。吃喝，有门神；住行，有关公；荷包空了,有人拉着你的小手过河；肚腹泻了，有人包着你的手纸药单。我们的时钟被调慢了一点儿，生活被做了减法，不大常穿防弹衣和刺猬皮，眼里也看到了红绿灯和斑马线。我们住在城市里的乡村，有亭有院，有花有草，成了一些散人。三五知己，茶酒两杯，一片影碟，一桌麻将，我们活得简单和自然。时而，背匐行囊，周游列国，浪迹四海，信马由缰，也尽在指掌中。
当然，我们也有一点儿小问题。日子过的有点儿平淡，有点儿一眼望穿，今天只是一个用得有点儿旧的明天。我们还担忧，我们在这里安家，把自己不当外人，可不知道那家土著关上门后怎么讲。我们也敏感，对黑人的白眼和白人的黑眼敏感。却对橄榄球、摇滚乐和酒吧文化少有兴趣。我们依然很老子般沉着，很庄子般潇
洒，洋人开怀大笑时，我们咧咧嘴，以示知道；洋人痛哭流涕时，我们递一块毛巾，眼皮向下垂垂，以表懂得。我们依然和中国文化纠缠不休，英文再好，也没有翻方块字过瘾。莎士比亚的栩栩如生，柏拉图的精神打坐，尼采的灵魂出壳，都不能带着我们真正淌过楚河汉界。我们离开天坛越久，就越想回琉璃厂搜寻古书。在地摊皱皱巴巴的塑料纸上，我们寻睨着精神家园。纵使仰天长啸，挥舞长鞭，怒骂孔孟，喝斥程朱，我们却发现，最后鞭子是落在我们自己的屁股上。形出壳，神固守，我们的血液从未流出过中国。
中国是一个沉重的名字，是天安门城墙上的一块砖，嵌在我们的皮肤上。她收留了我们的一双沾泥的童鞋和一对踢破的球鞋，目送我们穿上崭新的皮鞋踏上海船。她默默地等待，默默地等待30年，才盼来水流回转。我们开始归去，有人形归， 有人心归，也有人意归，想为她多多少少做点事儿。当我们站在路口静静地等着红
灯绿转，在提款机前默默地排队，在灾区小学的房顶添上一块瓦，在地铁道中盲人的琴盒里放下一块铜币，我们的脚步就开始回家了。
家已是一团红尘。它读懂了我们的足印，我们却嗅不清她的气味。红尘烟尘，雨停雨骤，一片雾里看花。有人看到了名，有人看到了利。有人看到了鲜花盛开，有人看到了荆棘满地。还有人看到了枯干的树皮和深山里的孩子。面朝大海，我们又一次选择徘徊。归去，还是留下。每个人都扪心自问，试图想透自己的回答。想起十几年前在皇后大街上，无意中捡到的那句话：敢搏，才能赢；不搏，一定不赢。现在，我在想，什么是赢？ 赢是什么？是春花晓月、夜半读书、放迹田野、孤帆垂钓，日子宛如一盘小葱豆腐，青青白白，只偶然少了些许颜色和味道。还是不甘平庸、锐意进取、呕心沥血、立志成功。虽说头将痛、发催白、身若虚，但活得出人头地、呼风唤雨。至少，也有滋有味、色香诱人，如一坛红烧牛肉，只是放多了一点儿激素。
人生尽在舍取。
闲暇无事，我喜欢泛舟垂钓。十几年来，钩上物有石斑、白鱼、鲤鱼、盲槽等等不下数十种。国内的朋友们也钓，技术更好，装备更先进。有用尼龙，有用碳丝，也还有用黑发丝来钓的。但有些人心性太纯，目光太定，只钓富贵鱼，看着有点儿单一。可富贵鱼也是鱼，剥鳞去肚，清汤落火，也是一屋新鲜鱼味。
http://blog.creaders.net/zhengwen2011/user_blog_diary.php?did=85602
有这样一个故事。
一朋友支教的时候是在偏远山区，每天教教孩子们粗浅的数学和英文之外，就是陪孩子玩。有时，在土墙碎窗里唱歌、讲故事；有时，带着孩子们上山踏青、采果子。生活清苦，但也闲散惬意。没事时，四处随性走走也不错。
有一次，他独自一人向山里深处走。行至正午，身疲脚乏、口干舌燥，带的水也喝完了。突然，他发现不远处有一条小溪，水逐白浪，便急急奔了过去。也顾不得洗手，他捧起水来就喝，溪水清洌，顿时舒服极了。解渴后，他整整衣衫，清清爽爽地向上寻源而去，爬了三五十米，却见几头黄牛站在溪水里。几缕水柱从牛的腹下，如灌而出，原来牛儿在撒尿。
有时，人真不知道什么在前面等着自己。
出国时，我是清醒又盲目的。离开校门后，大事还算顺当。五六年内，婚也结了，子也有了，房也分了，职也升了。可当上主治的新鲜劲一过，我内心深处就暗生不安和烦恼。那是拿手术刀不如卖茶鸡蛋的时代，日夜忙碌、责任重大、囊中水洗，真不如弃医卖药的充盈自在。再看看为了升职，为了二三十块奖金而舌剑唇枪
、明争暗斗的主任们，乌发为此而白，形容由此而悴，我眼中的前方一片茫然。我选择了出国，可出国后干么、如何生活，这个签证管也耸肩摊手的基本问题，我却从来没细想，也想不清。我把所有医学书一斤斤贱卖掉，只带着一本英汉双解字典，一本乒乓球的旋转和一本我花了一毛九分钱从医院图书馆的处理堆里买来的小
书就上了飞机。当然，还带着那半腔勇气和一腔无知。我清晰地记得，异乡的第一夜特别冷，从里到外。
鬼使神差，运气使然，去国五载后，我又回到了医界，看起了黄头发。现在，十余年又匆匆而过，我已心平气和、步履稳健，很有了些中年的敦实。回头望去，签证官的苦相，绝念再行医的坦然和“你的破英文，绝对考不上医生！”，英文班里一位女同学的断言，不仅哑然失笑。世事真是难料！没磅过称的木柴不知道几斤
几两，没点燃的柴火更不知道能窜几寸高。我觉得，是年轻人的不知天高地厚、皮实敢造，甚至盲目冲动帮助了我，使我走到了今天，有了这样一段曾经拥有的回忆。人入中年，脚力匮乏，如油箱亮起了黄灯，再也不敢使尽全力地开，只好时常用小心谨慎来虚掩一下底气不足。如今的我还真少了些胆量回国大干一场，本钱不多
，手上的牌没几张，贸然坐在四方城前，瞧着同学们头上的院长、教授、博导的紫云，我还真有点儿眼晕。捧着手上辛辛苦苦淘来的洋乌纱帽——Fellow，就是不知道放哪儿好。放在正堂, 别人的心情会不好，日后难免激流暗涌；放在偏室，自己的心情会不好，想想出国这趟金白鎏了。更不想见到的是，一心回国淘金献爱心，到最后却变成办公室里的沙袋，帮人练拳了。
当然，有的人年纪轻、身体棒、拳头硬，回国也行。我认识的最早的海龟是在我出国之前，九十年代初，那是一些有见识有胆量心中有梦的人。出国大潮中，敢于逆流而动的，不是俗人。有一个熟人资历平平、为人木讷，并非投机钻营那一种。海归后，他从科主任做起，几年后变成大科主任。数年前，我回国探亲时，他已经成为那家有名大医院的正院长。教授、博导、主委、学科带头人的名头像苍蝇一样盯着他，他却依然平易，话也不多。只在不经意间，他说，我没有名片，名片对我没用。也有一些人干的一般，但没见过很差的，教授、主任的位子是肯定有的， 只是第几的区别。他们都有一个共性，和那些一直留在国内的一样，有抱怨，但幸
福感很强。大家都憎恨毒牛奶和地沟油，想方设法避开农药蔬菜，见到二手烟和飞车族就赶紧躲，慢慢学会了绕着去达到安全美好的生活，没人傻挺着。似乎人人都很明白，环境是大家的，生活是自己的，日子还得自己细心经营着过。他们又都觉得自己混得不错，有头有脸的，车子、位子、房子、票子都有了，遇上一些灰衣土
脸的洋试管工和博士们，还大有面子，为自己早年的草莽和英明而大为自豪。更有热心人直肠直肚为假洋人们着想：混得没啥意思就回来吧！别瞎靠着。
其实，我们还觉得挺幸福的，至少活得心粗胆大。吃喝，有门神；住行，有关公；荷包空了,有人拉着你的小手过河；肚腹泻了，有人包着你的手纸药单。我们的时钟被调慢了一点儿，生活被做了减法，不大常穿防弹衣和刺猬皮，眼里也看到了红绿灯和斑马线。我们住在城市里的乡村，有亭有院，有花有草，成了一些散人。三五知己，茶酒两杯，一片影碟，一桌麻将，我们活得简单和自然。时而，背匐行囊，周游列国，浪迹四海，信马由缰，也尽在指掌中。
当然，我们也有一点儿小问题。日子过的有点儿平淡，有点儿一眼望穿，今天只是一个用得有点儿旧的明天。我们还担忧，我们在这里安家，把自己不当外人，可不知道那家土著关上门后怎么讲。我们也敏感，对黑人的白眼和白人的黑眼敏感。却对橄榄球、摇滚乐和酒吧文化少有兴趣。我们依然很老子般沉着，很庄子般潇
洒，洋人开怀大笑时，我们咧咧嘴，以示知道；洋人痛哭流涕时，我们递一块毛巾，眼皮向下垂垂，以表懂得。我们依然和中国文化纠缠不休，英文再好，也没有翻方块字过瘾。莎士比亚的栩栩如生，柏拉图的精神打坐，尼采的灵魂出壳，都不能带着我们真正淌过楚河汉界。我们离开天坛越久，就越想回琉璃厂搜寻古书。在地摊皱皱巴巴的塑料纸上，我们寻睨着精神家园。纵使仰天长啸，挥舞长鞭，怒骂孔孟，喝斥程朱，我们却发现，最后鞭子是落在我们自己的屁股上。形出壳，神固守，我们的血液从未流出过中国。
中国是一个沉重的名字，是天安门城墙上的一块砖，嵌在我们的皮肤上。她收留了我们的一双沾泥的童鞋和一对踢破的球鞋，目送我们穿上崭新的皮鞋踏上海船。她默默地等待，默默地等待30年，才盼来水流回转。我们开始归去，有人形归， 有人心归，也有人意归，想为她多多少少做点事儿。当我们站在路口静静地等着红
灯绿转，在提款机前默默地排队，在灾区小学的房顶添上一块瓦，在地铁道中盲人的琴盒里放下一块铜币，我们的脚步就开始回家了。
家已是一团红尘。它读懂了我们的足印，我们却嗅不清她的气味。红尘烟尘，雨停雨骤，一片雾里看花。有人看到了名，有人看到了利。有人看到了鲜花盛开，有人看到了荆棘满地。还有人看到了枯干的树皮和深山里的孩子。面朝大海，我们又一次选择徘徊。归去，还是留下。每个人都扪心自问，试图想透自己的回答。想起十几年前在皇后大街上，无意中捡到的那句话：敢搏，才能赢；不搏，一定不赢。现在，我在想，什么是赢？ 赢是什么？是春花晓月、夜半读书、放迹田野、孤帆垂钓，日子宛如一盘小葱豆腐，青青白白，只偶然少了些许颜色和味道。还是不甘平庸、锐意进取、呕心沥血、立志成功。虽说头将痛、发催白、身若虚，但活得出人头地、呼风唤雨。至少，也有滋有味、色香诱人，如一坛红烧牛肉，只是放多了一点儿激素。
人生尽在舍取。
闲暇无事，我喜欢泛舟垂钓。十几年来，钩上物有石斑、白鱼、鲤鱼、盲槽等等不下数十种。国内的朋友们也钓，技术更好，装备更先进。有用尼龙，有用碳丝，也还有用黑发丝来钓的。但有些人心性太纯，目光太定，只钓富贵鱼，看着有点儿单一。可富贵鱼也是鱼，剥鳞去肚，清汤落火，也是一屋新鲜鱼味。
蒋国兵事件发生后的一段时间里
蒋国兵改变了我 (附：一些小Tips) 2008-12-12 17:53:33
http://blog.creaders.net/sumu/user_blog_diary.php?did=29342
蒋国兵事件发生后的一段时间里，我的心情一直无法言表。脑袋里很乱，不知道想说些什么，一个字都写不出。
最令我百思不得其解的是，蒋国兵博士为什么会选择自杀？
在我看来，自杀必须有个理由。自杀可以是一次冲动，像抽刀断水，也可以是一次手心手背的举步维艰。但，无论如何，内心深处必有一个解释。有时，理由可能过于迁强，只蒙骗了自己；有时，可能是一次觉醒，仿佛看透了人世间的苍凉。人不能给出每一个人都满意的答案，但至少，应该给自己一个说得过去的交待。
回到蒋博士，我看不懂，他是哪一种？
说他命运坎坷吧，他幼年既入清华，又有美国博士学位，多少人一辈子做梦都羡慕不已；说他生活困苦吧，他又有一份尚可的工作，妻子也打着一点小工。尤其，他来自一个并不富裕，一切要靠自己努力的家庭，苦难对他应该并不陌生。有人说他曲高合寡，可以他的智商和明理，应该懂得海外并不是一块阳春白雪的地方。有人说他不负责任，可他走南闯北，死命苦读，四处投书又是为了谁？
可能是他太累了。站在四十岁的关口，他发现，无论他如何挣扎，前程依然渺茫，心力和体力在逐年下降，理想已离他愈行愈远。昨日的蓝图只是一次误投的托梦，现实的冷漠深深地将他讥讽。他心里千疮百孔，却无处诉说；心中的百感交集，却无人体会。他想歇息一下，想把心里的重负撂一撂。他选择了飞，飞向了超脱，飞向了生命之轻。可留下了孤儿寡母，承受着生命之重。
可能是他太难了。进退中已失去方寸。回家，位子已经占满；留下，可能根本就没有位子。当年惺惺相惜的同窗，现在已分出了层次。连最让人瞧不起的同学，二十年后，他也只能望其项背。与人一拼的希望，在叹息声中，落在了儿女的肩上。
可能他觉得自己没用，懂得了另外一种鸟尽弓藏。在中国，他可以通过搏斗，通过技巧，争得机会，奋力射下一只大鸟来；可在这里，他连看鸟的机会都没有，空有再好的大弓又能怎样？人生变成了一局死棋，只有生活挑剔着自己，自己却无法改变生活。
可能他已悟出，自由并不好玩，尤其当自由来的太晚。早已习惯了填好他人做好的格子，在别人的思想辩子上做一只蚁兵。可他却突然发现，这里的人生没有红绿灯，方向只能来源于猜测和流言，任何一次出击都可能变成了一次毫无胜算的赌博。他变得忧虑，感到日子已脱离了指掌的纹路，能确切的并不太多。
还有很多可能......
有的时候，我觉得他真的想坐下来和别人聊聊，那怕别人只带着两只耳朵。隔着空气，能与他人的思想进行一次碰撞或触及。那怕只有轻轻地一语，他就有可能避免走出这绝绝的一步。
一切都太晚了，他的历史已抽身而去。
从今年初起，我决定改变我的道路。每个星期花两天去专门的精神心理诊所看病和学习，让我能更深刻地了解他可能的想法，理解他可能的感受，懂得生活背面的另一种生活。
谨以此文，做为对蒋国兵博士的一个迟来的悼念。
附：
1．在绝大多数西方国家，心理精神问题的咨询和治疗系统是很建全的。如果一个人有需要，按道理应可以找到能提供相应帮助的地方。(请注意：我没写心理精神疾病。因为你不一定要等到有病了，才去寻求帮助)
2．如有心理精神问题，最好先和您的家庭医生咨询一下。原因有二：第一，多数西方国家要求您先看您的家庭医生，然后才能转到专科医生，如精神科医生。这合不合理，不是你我能改变得，这是他们的制度；第二，你不会是您家庭医生的第一个有这方面需要的人，他或她可以给你提供一些建议或转你去一些除精神科医生(Psychiatrist)以外的咨询人员，如专业的咨询师(Counselor)或心理学家(Psychologist)等。
3．打比方讲，如果你和你的老板闹矛盾了或受欺负了，你很烦，又不知道如何处理，你就可以查黄页或与公民咨询局联系，问一下，附近专业的咨询师或心理学家的电话。很多时，你可以直接找他们，而不用家庭医生的介绍。
4．孩子的事，大家关心，我单独讲一下。大多数学校都有学校咨询师，如有困难，可以向他们先反映一下。他们对孩子(学生) 的心理要比我们懂得多。家长也可以介入。
5．婚姻是个大问题。有专门的婚姻心理咨询师，他们可以提供一些帮助。我有一个病人很后悔他没先找婚姻心理咨询师谈谈。等离了，才想起，一切都晚了。
6．关于保密。这是职业操守问题，是一个原则问题。他们会知道的。
7．关于紧急情况。有两种可行办法。(1) 直接去急诊。急诊医生会酌情联系精神科医生，咨询师或心理学家的。(2) 打电话去当地的精神急症门诊(Acute Mental Health Team)，他们会安排人接待你。如不清楚它的电话，打到附近最大的医院一般可以问到号码。
8．记得：孤独的是你的眼睛，你的心灵并不孤独。
http://blog.creaders.net/sumu/user_blog_diary.php?did=29342
蒋国兵事件发生后的一段时间里，我的心情一直无法言表。脑袋里很乱，不知道想说些什么，一个字都写不出。
最令我百思不得其解的是，蒋国兵博士为什么会选择自杀？
在我看来，自杀必须有个理由。自杀可以是一次冲动，像抽刀断水，也可以是一次手心手背的举步维艰。但，无论如何，内心深处必有一个解释。有时，理由可能过于迁强，只蒙骗了自己；有时，可能是一次觉醒，仿佛看透了人世间的苍凉。人不能给出每一个人都满意的答案，但至少，应该给自己一个说得过去的交待。
回到蒋博士，我看不懂，他是哪一种？
说他命运坎坷吧，他幼年既入清华，又有美国博士学位，多少人一辈子做梦都羡慕不已；说他生活困苦吧，他又有一份尚可的工作，妻子也打着一点小工。尤其，他来自一个并不富裕，一切要靠自己努力的家庭，苦难对他应该并不陌生。有人说他曲高合寡，可以他的智商和明理，应该懂得海外并不是一块阳春白雪的地方。有人说他不负责任，可他走南闯北，死命苦读，四处投书又是为了谁？
可能是他太累了。站在四十岁的关口，他发现，无论他如何挣扎，前程依然渺茫，心力和体力在逐年下降，理想已离他愈行愈远。昨日的蓝图只是一次误投的托梦，现实的冷漠深深地将他讥讽。他心里千疮百孔，却无处诉说；心中的百感交集，却无人体会。他想歇息一下，想把心里的重负撂一撂。他选择了飞，飞向了超脱，飞向了生命之轻。可留下了孤儿寡母，承受着生命之重。
可能是他太难了。进退中已失去方寸。回家，位子已经占满；留下，可能根本就没有位子。当年惺惺相惜的同窗，现在已分出了层次。连最让人瞧不起的同学，二十年后，他也只能望其项背。与人一拼的希望，在叹息声中，落在了儿女的肩上。
可能他觉得自己没用，懂得了另外一种鸟尽弓藏。在中国，他可以通过搏斗，通过技巧，争得机会，奋力射下一只大鸟来；可在这里，他连看鸟的机会都没有，空有再好的大弓又能怎样？人生变成了一局死棋，只有生活挑剔着自己，自己却无法改变生活。
可能他已悟出，自由并不好玩，尤其当自由来的太晚。早已习惯了填好他人做好的格子，在别人的思想辩子上做一只蚁兵。可他却突然发现，这里的人生没有红绿灯，方向只能来源于猜测和流言，任何一次出击都可能变成了一次毫无胜算的赌博。他变得忧虑，感到日子已脱离了指掌的纹路，能确切的并不太多。
还有很多可能......
有的时候，我觉得他真的想坐下来和别人聊聊，那怕别人只带着两只耳朵。隔着空气，能与他人的思想进行一次碰撞或触及。那怕只有轻轻地一语，他就有可能避免走出这绝绝的一步。
一切都太晚了，他的历史已抽身而去。
从今年初起，我决定改变我的道路。每个星期花两天去专门的精神心理诊所看病和学习，让我能更深刻地了解他可能的想法，理解他可能的感受，懂得生活背面的另一种生活。
谨以此文，做为对蒋国兵博士的一个迟来的悼念。
附：
1．在绝大多数西方国家，心理精神问题的咨询和治疗系统是很建全的。如果一个人有需要，按道理应可以找到能提供相应帮助的地方。(请注意：我没写心理精神疾病。因为你不一定要等到有病了，才去寻求帮助)
2．如有心理精神问题，最好先和您的家庭医生咨询一下。原因有二：第一，多数西方国家要求您先看您的家庭医生，然后才能转到专科医生，如精神科医生。这合不合理，不是你我能改变得，这是他们的制度；第二，你不会是您家庭医生的第一个有这方面需要的人，他或她可以给你提供一些建议或转你去一些除精神科医生(Psychiatrist)以外的咨询人员，如专业的咨询师(Counselor)或心理学家(Psychologist)等。
3．打比方讲，如果你和你的老板闹矛盾了或受欺负了，你很烦，又不知道如何处理，你就可以查黄页或与公民咨询局联系，问一下，附近专业的咨询师或心理学家的电话。很多时，你可以直接找他们，而不用家庭医生的介绍。
4．孩子的事，大家关心，我单独讲一下。大多数学校都有学校咨询师，如有困难，可以向他们先反映一下。他们对孩子(学生) 的心理要比我们懂得多。家长也可以介入。
5．婚姻是个大问题。有专门的婚姻心理咨询师，他们可以提供一些帮助。我有一个病人很后悔他没先找婚姻心理咨询师谈谈。等离了，才想起，一切都晚了。
6．关于保密。这是职业操守问题，是一个原则问题。他们会知道的。
7．关于紧急情况。有两种可行办法。(1) 直接去急诊。急诊医生会酌情联系精神科医生，咨询师或心理学家的。(2) 打电话去当地的精神急症门诊(Acute Mental Health Team)，他们会安排人接待你。如不清楚它的电话，打到附近最大的医院一般可以问到号码。
8．记得：孤独的是你的眼睛，你的心灵并不孤独。
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