‘The Whole World Knows We Koreans Are Best!’
How
North Koreans see themselves and look suspiciously at foreign influences.
One December, I got a taste of the frigid winter life near the
Chinese border. In the process, I came to understand how triumphantly North
Koreans hold their sense of national purity. On the train to Pyongyang from the
Chinese border town of Dandong, I chatted with locals who were curious about me,
my family, my life in Pyongyang, and about what I was doing in their country.
I told them about my wife and my little daughter. Thinking my wife
was from Switzerland, they asked if it was not too difficult for her to adapt
to life in North Korea. I explained, in what turned out to be a faux pas, that
my wife was not Swiss but a Vietnamese woman born in Hanoi. I went on, perhaps
to their discomfort, to explain how Vietnam and North Korea were full of
similarities in both eating habits and culture.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt and I wondered if I had
offended my new acquaintances. Of course I had, I thought. North Koreans are
proud of the purity of their race and their culture, which they believe to be
untainted by decadent foreign influences. They thought that only puppet South
Koreans married foreigners, who were inferior to themselves, and that these
nuptials were a consequence of Western oppression.
My friends were uneasy that a comrade from the capital of the
Vietnamese socialist revolution, an event Americans call the “Vietnam War,”
married a foreigner from a non-socialist European country. The revelation must
have startled them: it was the latest evidence that the DPRK’s ally betrayed
its revolutionary roots.
After an awkward bout of silence, I relaunched the conversation
with a joke. “It is a known fact that mixed children pick the best genes from
both parents and tend, therefore, to become superior to their parents,” I said.
A new theory of superior races was instantly born. One fellow traveler apparently challenged in their beliefs,
responded politely, “Is that so? Interesting!” The conversation then resumed,
though they didn’t touch on family matters again.
Historians pretty much concur that, in prehistoric times, the
ancestors of present-day Koreans migrated from North Asia. But this theory
would have been heresy in the eyes of my fellow travelers. North Koreans
consider their nation to be one cradle of humanity, which gave birth to the
ancestors of all of humankind. The North Korean government, of course, does not
give much thought to the archaeological evidence that countless tongues were
spoken here, all bearing little relation to today’s Korean language.
To be fair, though, the idea of racial purity stretched beyond
Pyongyang and even into South Korea. Until 2006, biracial South Koreans were
not allowed to serve in the military even if they held South Korean
citizenship; nevertheless, all other citizens were required to serve for two
years in the armed forces. Even today
discrimination against biracial South Koreans is still common in the
countryside. They’re often teased and bullied at school, and not a single yet
has held public office. North Koreans, it would appear, have more in common
with their southern brethren than is usually stated.
Others have had it worse than me. My friend Eduard Meier-Lee had a
South Korean wife, and was on the receiving end of even more racially charged
questions when he visited Pyongyang in 2003. One evening I took him to a
centrally-located Japanese restaurant, where we sang karaoke after dinner. The
charming waitresses, wearing their typical Chosŏn Ot national dress, invited us
to sing and dance with them. They were very keen to learn about Edi’s family
life, thanks to his decision to marry a South Korean. The pairing was so
outrageous to them that they bombarded him with questions and ignored me.
Until the early 1960s, mixed marriages were allowed in the DPRK.
But that opening was long before the waitresses, all in their twenties, were
born and they were surely not aware of this. In 1963 the Party began a campaign
against mixed couples, going as far as to ask interracial couples to
divorce—mainly Korean and Eastern European couples. Since then, the party story
line has been that South Korean women were forced by the brutal American
occupation forces into prostitution and arranged marriages. The liberated women
in the DPRK, on the other hand, could marry the man of their choice, who was,
of course, always a Korean.
Another time, a group of foreign children—mostly the kids of
diplomats—were invited to play soccer and rope-pull with their North Korean
counterparts. The Korean children overwhelmingly defeated the foreigners in
every game by a significant margin. North Korean parents cheered on their
allegedly superior offspring, once more reassured in the natural strength of
their race. They probably didn’t know that their children trained for weeks or
month before the informal competition, whereas the expatriate kids arrived
unprepared.
After a seminar at the Pyongyang Business School, I drove the
lecturer from Hong Kong to the airport, and we joked around and had a jolly
time. The jokes were certainly not politically correct and could be perceived
as offensive in the wrong context. My secretary sat silently in the back, and
didn’t say a word. On the way back home, she suddenly broke out crying and
yelled that my behavior was not acceptable. She exclaimed that she didn’t want
to work with me any longer, and then shouted: “The whole world knows that we
Koreans are the best!”
I tried to explain to her that we were only being sarcastic, and
not specifically directing our jokes at the Koreans. We also insulted ourselves
in a comic way, I added, and that it was merely a misunderstanding. I indeed
had a high respect for the Korean people. Usually, my secretary carried herself
with an excellent sense of self-control, and she would not have offered sharp words under normal
circumstances; she was legitimately offended and expressed what North Koreans
truly thought about themselves.
After a few years in Pyongyang, I realized that the ways North
Koreans viewed themselves had two faces: one targeting the outside world, and
one discussed among North Koreans themselves. North Koreans were trained to be
polite with foreigners and to skirt around political talk that could antagonize
these impure humans. Like many East Asians, they’re pragmatic enough to
subordinate their personal views to the higher calling of bringing in foreign
investment and charity. They would never tell a foreigner that he is a
suspected sleuth or trouble maker, or that his work in the country equals an
expression of greatness of the Kim regime.
Yet this is exactly what they believe in, at least under the
surface. My staff occasionally translated political slogans, book, newspaper
texts, and even North Korean songs played in Karaoke rooms. I correspondingly
scoured through the English-language literature on ideology and politics,
finding some differences in the way they portrayed ideas.
To name one example, our guides told American tourists, “We love
American civilians!” Kim Il Sung, however, used to call upon the Workers’ Party
to always prepare for war against the Americans by instilling hatred against
them: “The most important thing in our war preparations is to teach all our
people to hate U.S. imperialism. Otherwise, we will not be able to defeat the
U.S. imperialists who boast of their technological superiority.”
I also tried to spark improvised discussions that revealed their
true mindsets. While this helped me understand the business environment, my
inquiries destroyed my wishful thinking that I, along with most other
foreigners, come to believe during short visits. We can acknowledge, with a
jest of humor, that they see themselves as exceptional, and get along with it.
Felix Abt,
Author of A
Capitalist in North Korea: My Seven Years in the Hermit Kingdom
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