Changing China

I am a privileged person, the proud holder of lots of Beijing Olympics tickets.

I did this entirely legally. I want lots of guests to crash at my apartment in August, and see this huge moment for China. So when the first round of the ticket lottery opened, I filled out the online forms, met all the deadlines, and picked the maximum number of tickets — mostly for semi-final events where I thought I would have a better shot.

The tickets aren’t just for guests of course. I myself can’t wait to sit in the stands for at least one competition, and soak up the excitement. But I didn’t even bother to apply for the Opening Ceremony — I knew I had no chance, and anyway, applicants were limited to one ticket only. Who wants to be all alone in a crowd?

I got about three-fifths of the events I wanted, or 17 tickets for six events. That puts me among only 5 percent of Olympics tickets applicants, according to a membership survey by the American Chamber of Commerce.

Most Chinese I’ve told say the decks were stacked in my favour. “Of course you got tickets, you’re a foreigner” was the first reaction from my colleagues, taxi drivers, and anyone else I told.

An informal survey revealed many of them had given up halfway through the lottery process, which I also thought was a little daunting. Or they only applied for the opening and closing ceremonies. Or only popular weekend events. But still. Their reaction also shows how much Chinese citizens assume that the system will never work in their favour.

“What’s the use? We Chinese have no human rights. It’s the little things like this that really show that common people have no rights at all,” said Mr. Zhang, a Buddhist taxi driver who misses the days of Chairman Mao, when I asked whether he had tried the online lottery system.    

I know where they are coming from. When I first got to China, in 1995, foreigners enjoyed a clearly separate and privileged position. One of the “privileges” was to pay double for airplane tickets, so I always took the train.

In train stations, my privilege really worked for me. People might wait in line for days, only to find that their window had no more tickets, but foreigners could always cut to the front of the line. Across the board, the pattern held — foreigners usually paid more, but in the end we got a crack at the scarcest goods.

Fast forward 13 years, and most of the privileges of being foreign, versus being Chinese, have morphed into being wealthy versus not. It’s pretty easy to get train tickets nowadays, if you book through an agency for a small fee, but the migrant workers still wait for days in line at the station.

As for the Olympics, people with Internet access, Visa credit cards or Bank of China accounts could buy tickets, as long as they had the patience to figure out the lottery system. The rest of the laobaixing or “old hundred surnames” — the common folk — get to watch it on TV.

Lucy Hornby reports for Reuters in Beijing.  

Picture of  man waiting in line to purchase tickets for Olympics in the ill-fated second round of sales (photo by David Gray). Migrant workers queue for train tickets in Shenzhen in 2004 (photo by a Reuters photographer).