What makes anti China propaganda so effective is that people want to believe it.
Believing that western system is fundamentally better allows justifying all the horrors we see day to day by saying that the alternatives are even worse, and so we shouldn't even try to change anything.
Accepting that China managed to find a better path that the west is actively fighting against means having to accept that the west is on the wrong side of history. That's a hard pill to swallow for a lot of people.
There is a statue of a mighty woman located within the harbor of one of the cities of the West. At the time of its construction, it was described as “The New Colossus”, and a sonnet of the same name was inscribed at its base.
Its message was long forgotten as the ruling nobilities of the New World reforge its message to placate the populace, where indentured servitudes were substitute for liberty.
The statue is a figure of a mighty woman holding a torch, whose flame was imprisoned lightning, and her name, ‘Mother of Exiles’.
From her beacon hand once glowed a worldwide welcome, whose silent lips once cried ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!’
Yet, an ocean away from where the statue stood, flames of imprisoned lightning burned not in a single torch, but across an entire nation.
A nation that for decades has provided hope and solution for the poor, the tired, the huddled masses of the world, looking for a way to break from the tyranny of the New World.
To all those yearning to breathe free, the People’s Republic of China is seen as a Mother of Exiles.
I actually had the username Emma_Lazarus on the old hellsite! Back when I was a lib, I thought reminding Americans of their ideals would make them stop being bourgeoisified settler-colonial pieces of shit. The sonnet:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she.
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
I actually had the username Emma_Lazarus on the old hellsite! Back when I was a lib, I thought reminding Americans of their ideals would make them stop being bourgeoisified settler-colonial pieces of shit. The sonnet: