Prying eyes not welcome in China

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Prying eyes not welcome in China

http://www.pressgazette.co.uk/article/120106/prying_eyes_not_welcome_in_china

 

Published: Thursday, January 12, 2006

 

TV reporter Dominic Waghorn was greeted with a less than warm welcome

when he and his producer investigated the Beijing fur industry

 

CHINA'S ECONOMY is booming and the country is opening up, as we are

constantly reminded in the media. So you might think working there as

a journalist should be getting easier. Far from it.

 

China's growing wealth is spawning powerful alliances between big

business and local government, and they are determined to protect

their interests from prying eyes.

 

Sky News experienced the sharp end of that, investigating the

country's fur industry. The world is outsourcing more and more of its

fur production to China. Low labour costs, and hardly any animal

welfare legislation, make an irresistible combination.

 

China's now helping drive the fur revival on Britain's high streets.

If you bought fur-trimmed boots or coats this Christmas the chances

are the fur came from China.

 

We neared Shangcun fur market, just three hours outside Beijing, at

dawn. The roads were thick with tractors laden with racoons, foxes

and rabbits crammed in cages. This one market supplies 60 per cent of

the country's entire fur output.

 

Earlier this year a Swiss animal welfare organisation secretly filmed

footage of appalling conditions at the market and the farms that

supply it.

 

On the internet it circulated grisly pictures of racoon dogs and

foxes being skinned alive.

 

It caused an international outcry, prompting Chinese authorities to

announce a clean-up.

 

It has not made a huge difference. Instead of being clubbed to death,

the animals are electrocuted with home-made devices wired to tractor

batteries. They struggle to escape as one prong goes in their mouth

the other in their anus, then lie twitching and whimpering on the

ground.

 

Often the voltage isn't strong enough. There is no effort to check

they are dead before they are strung up on the tractor and skinned.

In the back of the vehicle their skinless bodies pile up, some

clearly still alive, their hearts still beating.

 

We would have liked to investigate more, but the market's management

was onto us. A group of large, menacing men were watching us

intently. Being a journalist in China requires luck and good judgment.

 

Perhaps we had left it a little late before leaving.

 

As we drove off, a black sedan with tinted windows tailed us. It is

best not to stop unless you have to. After being overtaken and nearly

driven off the road several times, we had no choice.

 

One of the thugs we had seen at the market told our driver we had

knocked down an old lady. We hadn't of course - it is the kind of

thing you notice.

 

It was just a clever way of making us stay put while they worked out

what to do with us.

 

We never learned who the man was, nor his more sinister companions -

shadowy figures in dark suits who swarmed round the car and refused

to show their ID cards. They would stay in the background all day - a

constant reminder that in this part of China the fur industry runs

things.

 

Eventually the police arrived. We had been detained, the start of a

10-hour process that would veer from the utterly surreal to the

deeply sinister.

 

They said they would take us to a hotel. Normally that means you are

going to the police station; in this case they meant it. A four star

joint in the county capital, inaptly named the Hurray Hotel. We were

sat in its lobby and given tea but it was made clear we could not

leave.

 

We sat and watched more men in dark suits arrive through the morning.

As well as the 20 or so officials, thugs and police who had arrived

with us, dozens more arrived through the morning. They all knew each

other and had all come to look at us.

 

And, it turned out, have lunch with us. A banquet had been laid on

and we were invited. Like trophies, we felt, so we declined.

 

After lunch, we were ordered to a hotel room.

 

Being detained in China is always unnerving but usually there is a

pattern. You are lectured, forced to see the error of your ways and

made to write a self criticism, a throwback to the dark days of Mao.

It is long and laborious, how long depends on how much you are

prepared to go along with the ridiculous charade.

 

My producer and I did as we were told. But they wanted more, the one

videotape we had handed over was not enough. They became menacing,

screaming at my producer, calling her a liar. She was on her own,

they said, and no one could help her.

 

We were very aware the last time a foreign team of journalists had

been picked up in the same province they had been roughed up by

police and made to undergo a strip search. As daylight failed, more

people were coming and going. Some of them police, some officials,

others thugs from the fur market.

 

Like most of provincial China, this place is run by a gangster

alliance, with local government, police and big business all in it

together, something like 1920s Chicago. If we had filmed footage

damaging to the town's big industry they wanted it.

 

Most worrying, our Chinese driver became a lightning rod for the

police, who were increasingly frustrated with us. It must have felt

like returning to the terror of the Cultural Revolution as they took

him to a separate room and condemned him as a traitor in long loud

interrogation sessions that stopped just short of beating him up.

 

The British and Australian Embassies were trying to help us all day.

In the end it must have made a difference. Risking a diplomatic

incident must have worried our captors, or perhaps they were

beginning to believe we had no more tapes. At six o'clock, 10 hours

after being detained, we were dispensed Chinese justice. They called

it a " judgment " , a document drawn up by police in the hotel room next

door demanding 1,000 Chinese renmimbi.

 

Life here is never predictable. It is hard to believe, but the head

of police also wanted our photograph - not a mugshot, but a souvenir

snap. We were keen to leave so we stood either side of the man who

had kept us against our will for most of the day, terrorised our

driver and taken our money.

 

Perhaps it was relief, perhaps it was knowing we still had the tape

they wanted, but we even managed a smile.

 

Dominic Waghorn is Beijing correspondent for Sky News