A story is told that when the first Christian missionaries reached China in the 7th century AD they were granted an audience with the Emperor. He bade them recount everything they knew of this figure Jesus Christ who had caused such cataclysms in the Roman Empire to their West. As they told him their stories of virgin births, heavenly gospels, miracles, crucifixion and resurrection, the Emperor listened intently. Checking with his interpreters over certain words and watching these strange new interlopers carefully, the Emperor waited till they had finished speaking and then, choosing his words carefully, asked his emissaries to pose these missionaries a simple question: If everything you say of this figure Christ is true and he truly is the son of God, why did he not appear in China? The point was well made. The Middle Kingdom at the time was home to both the oldest continuous civilization on earth and the most technologically advanced. While the Middle East wallowed in superstition and paganism and Europe laboured under the Dark Ages, China could point to a standard of living and a cultural sophistication that dwarfed anything found anywhere else on earth. If God had wanted to send a message, wouldn't it have made sense for Him to send it to the Chinese?
The History of Christianity in China is long and complicated and far from over. From those missionary beginnings it passed through stages of growth and retreat, severe repression, and underground resistance. Despite official proscription it continues to grow in influence in the country, and may even one day become the dominant religion of what will be by then perhaps the most powerful country on earth. However, this book does not attempt to recount the whole narrative, only a very strange and often overlooked episode in China's relationship with Christianity. The Taiping Rebellion, which lasted from 1850 to 1864, was one of China's deadliest conflicts and also one of the bloodiest Civil Wars in human history, killing 20 to 30 million people. At its centre was Hong Xuiquan, a visionary and prophet who, by sheer personality and magnetism became leader of this rebellion against the Qing dynasty. A failed Mandarin or Civil Servant who had studied with American Missionaries, Hong had a dream in which God spoke to him and revealed that he was the brother of Jesus Christ, and that it was his role to vanquish the enemies of the one true God and establish divine rule on earth. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, as Hong styled his rebellion, took over large swathes of the South-east of the country, and for well over a decade, fought off multiple invasions and counter-rebellions before ultimately succumbing to sheer weight of numbers.
This incredible story was totally unknown to me and is infact almost unknown in the West, something which beggars belief. While the American Civil War, which occurred at roughly the same time, is believed to have led to around two million deaths, the Taiping rebellion is held responsible for ten times that figure, a number that's generally considered a conservative estimate. How could such an enormous conflict remain completely beyond the knowledge of most ordinary people? Several explanations present themselves. One reason is obviously the language barrier. Few westerners speak Mandarin Chinese, let alone 19th century Cantonese or its regional dialects. This alone makes source analysis almost impossible. Next there is the desire of the Communist party in China to keep such troublesome aspects of History under wraps and away from subversives who might use it to inspire followers and challenge their rule. Finally, none but the most able writer is skilled enough to fully inhabit and realise a world which is both totally alien and yet totally human to us today, and as a result, very few books have been written in English on such a massive and complicated period of history.
Jonathan Spence is that rare type of historian who both knows his subject material intimately and yet is also able to explain it clearly it to an audience of non-specialists who may not be versed in the complexities. He writes the book in a strange kind of present tense, telling the events not as they happened, but as if they were unravelling in real time, a technique which heightens the anticipation and throws his audience off-balance slightly. The whole thing is also charged with a surreal, ethereal quality, a fever-dream or nightmare of dragons and tigers, lotus flowers, riotous armies and mystical apparitions. This enables us as readers to glimpse what it must have been like to be a Chinese Peasant at the time and to believe that their leader was truly the son of God, and that the end of the world was close at hand. Humanity's ability for self-deception is as old as time, and Hong Xuiquan was not the first figure to claim himself the human representative of the divine. Nor will he likely be the last. What impresses most from this book however is not the propensity of individuals to believe such things, but the desperation of so many millions, throughout History and across cultures, seeking meaning and salvation, to follow them, to their deaths if necessary. As the old Syndicalist phrase went: It is not the desire of some people to rule that is the problem, it is the desire of so many to obey.