In Sunday’s New York Times (print version), readers saw front-page pictures of two beautiful and tough, albeit very different Asian women. On the first page of the news section of yesterday’s Times was a picture of Daw Aung San Suu Kyi of Myanmar as she stood in Oslo on Saturday, finally free to accept her Nobel Peace Prize awarded in 1991. The photograph is by Daniel Sannum Lauten (Agence France Presse); his picture captures Aung San Suu Kyi looking out at her audience over the profile medallion bust of Alfred Nobel, her benefactor in the sense that his prize, in her words, “opened up a door in my heart.” We see a woman whose face projects a sense of welcoming, alertness, and curiosity; she appears completely open to her audience.
|Aung San Suu Kyi, Oslo, Nobel Peace Prize ceremony, June 16, 2012|
|Wendi Murdoch, London, July 2011|
Both photographs are equally compelling, even seductive. They make me want to know more about these two women: more than the fact that, last July, Wendi jumped to the defense of Rupert and slapped a pie-thrower during his Parliamentary hearings; and more than the fact that Aung San Suu Kyi had spent twenty-one years under house arrest in Burma, and only two months ago was elected to the lower house of the Burmese Parliament.
Unfortunately, Wendi Murdoch declined to be interviewed for yesterday’s Times article by Amy Chozick, the title of which is “Declaration of Independence.” Thus, we have only second-hand information about her, most of which implies–with frustratingly few specifics–that she is molding a life independent of News Corporation, the hub of her husband’s world. We are fed little morsels, such as the fact that Wendi wanted to have her daughters meet those of Amy Chua, author of Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. After their first meeting, Chua remarked that Wendi “parents almost identically to the way that I do.” In other words, a form of demanding, tough love.
Another morsel that Chozick offers her readers is that several of Ms. Murdoch’s friends describe her as “someone who is, above all things, a world-class networker, collecting powerful friends and brokering connections.”
Networking certainly seems to inform the few things I managed to discover about Murdoch in my quick search. She received her student visa through the sponsorship of Americans Jake and Joyce Cherry, who had been working in China. While living with them in the USA, she had an affair with John Cherry and subsequently married him just long enough to obtain a Green Card. She would marry Rupert Murdoch two years after meeting him in Hong Kong and a mere three weeks after he divorced his previous wife. Subsequently, Tony Blair became godfather to their daughter, Grace. As Anne McElvoy writes of this event, “Rarely has there been such a perfect meeting of money, power and influence. The child (Presbyterian with a convert Catholic spiritual sponsor) was baptised in the River Jordan at the invitation of Queen Rania, thus ensuring maximum coverage of global faiths in one event….Political godparenting is a way of re-inforcing tribal loyalties and creating future networks.”
|Rupert and Wendi Murdoch|
Now, it may well be that Wendi Murdoch is not the sort of manipulative Dragon Lady that my selected sources imply. But with very little data and no primary source statements by her that might soften her image, Wendi as Dragon Lady has resonance. Understandably, the Dragon Lady is a Western stereotype, maybe best remembered from the mid-1930s-on comic strip, Terry and the Pirates. She is not an authentic part of Asian culture. Still, what we do know of Wendi does nothing to alter the possibility of her as a beautiful, tough, ruthless and seductive Dragon Lady.
|Terry and the Pirates: Dragon Lady, Sept. 27, 1936|
Aung San Suu Kyi radiates a different form of beauty, toughness and seduction. Her toughness is beyond dispute, given that she was arrested three times and saw her house arrest terms extended three more times for a total of twenty-one years. Then, there is a spiritual component to her beauty and seductiveness. It comes through in her Nobel Prize address on Saturday, as in her stress on the importance of kindness and of recognizing the “oneness of humanity.”
Committed to goals that transcend personal happiness, she refused her military government offers to leave Myanmar to join her beloved husband and two children, knowing that she would never be allowed to return to her country were she to join them. Thus, she elevated her non-violent commitment to foster democracy and human rights above even those most basic, personal ties of wife and mother. In awarding her the Peace Prize in 1991, the Norwegian Nobel Committee stated that it “wishes to honour this woman for her unflagging efforts and to show its support for the many people throughout the world who are striving to attain democracy, human rights and ethnic conciliation by peaceful means.”
|Aung San Suu Kyi|
Robert Marquand, in an article in the Christian Science Monitor last week, observed that Aung San Suu Kyi “is in the tradition of Gandhi, Mandela, and Havel….[and] there is something spiritual about her.” Indeed, there is something spiritual about her, and I am tempted to call her Guanyin. In Buddhist belief, Guanyin is the female bodhisattva associated with compassion, and her name means one who observes the cries of the world. The goal of a bodhisattva is to bring happiness to all sentient beings and relieve them from suffering. It is because these also are the goals and themes that Aung San Suu Kyi emphasized in her Nobel remarks in Oslo on Saturday that I associate her with Guanyin.
|Guanyin, Song Dynasty, 1025|
And so, in a peculiar and roundabout way, this blog post, initially prompted simply by my visual attraction to newspaper photographs of two contemporary Asian women, manages to transform them into two radically divergent, iconic feminine types.
Now, my wife, more Dragon Lady than Guanyin, says this is much too long for what it accomplishes, and she wouldn’t bother reading it. I expected as much, which is why I read it to her before publishing it. Like a good husband, I saved her from reading it tomorrow morning!