Each calls that island in the Pacific something different. It's Chinese
Taipei at the Olympics and a Separate Custom Territory to the WTO. Mr. Wu's
own resume identifies him as, hold your breath, Representative of the Taipei
Economic and Cultural Representative Office in the United States.
Again and again the Chinese on Taiwan have sought recognition by the United
Nations under the name Taiwan - a purely ceremonial demand so long as the
other, much bigger China sits on the Security Council, complete with veto
power and the world's recognition.
Now the republic on Taiwan is planning a plebiscite on the question of
whether the island should demand admission to the UN under the name Taiwan.
This isn't diplomacy so much as a publicity stunt - and a provocation. What
purpose such a plebiscite would serve eludes me. It must be the same purpose
little boys pursue when they tease bulls.
Strategic ambiguity has its uses in diplomacy as well as in military
affairs. It sure beats the heck out of war. There is no need for either
regime to be our enemy. Clarity is. The trick is to come up with a name
sufficiently ambiguous to be acceptable to both sides - Chinese Taipei, for
example.
At another juncture when the clash between the two Chinas was heating up -
in 1958, when the shells had begun to fly in a dispute over the offshore
islands of Quemoy and Matsu - an American president named Eisenhower showed
the world how to cool down a crisis.
The sophisticates tended to describe the old general as just a good-natured
duffer with no sense of the finer points of diplomacy. And here he was being
called on to answer some all too specific questions from the press: Would
the United States enter the developing clash? How far was this
administration prepared to go to defend Taiwan? Shouldn't it just abandon
those little islands that Beijing claimed?
Ike's press secretary, James Hagerty, was worried. The regime on Taiwan was
begging to be "unleashed" - like a feisty Pekinese barking at a huge
mastiff. One wrong word at the press conference, Mr. Hagerty told his boss,
and everything, namely the world, might blow up.
"Don't worry, Jim," Ike assured him. "I'll just go out there and confuse
'em." And he did. At length. The man was inarticulate like a fox. And the
crisis passed.
Call it peace through confusion. Which is a much better result than war
through clarity.
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