Richard Mullins

Lured to this country by a sweet singing Siren, Richard first strolled through the gates in the easy days of 2002. He spent a couple of years dredging the bowels and closets of China Radio International. During that time he created a radio talk-show featuring Chinese students and white-collar workers and the significant social issues that concern them. He then moved over to China Today Magazine, where he put the radio show into print.

In the past year, he’s been doing a bit of marketing consulting (bring it on, Shen Congwen), and he’s continued a relatively successful freelancing career writing for both state-run and private publications.

But the biggest achievement of his life to date has been producing another life. Almost two years ago Richard had a baby girl who is already succeeding at putting her father to shame in terms of craziness.

E-Mail: richard@zhongnanhaiblog.com

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Who's fault is it, anyway?

Months of phone calls, emails and IM conversations ensued – with the receiver of each systematically shirking responsibility for the mess, and passing the issue onto other oft-incommunicado souls. Then I had the correspondence below delivered to my inbox the other day. Since, unlike my associates, I have a speck of decency floating around my body somewhere, I have X-ed out the names, organizations and phone numbers mentioned in this “letter”. 
Things like improving the lot of the country’s millions of migrant workers, yes, the same people who have been living in Beijing for years now, building the infrastructure, stadiums, and other non-Olympic-related projects. Yet they’re about to get turfed out of the city; sent packing with their yellow hats and now school-going kids. Apparently, these people are not as pleasing to the foreign eye as the “European-style” roofs they’ve been slapping on the city’s formerly flat-roofed apartments.

Vericose Visas


I am not going to jump through the various obtuse hoops merely to get an eleventh Chinese visa stuck on the inside of my passport (plus, I am running out of pages). So, thanks to these silly, probably “terrorist inspired” or more likely “flag unfurler motivated” immigration rules, I will not be able to sing happy birthday to my daughter when she turns two years old. How harmonious is that?