Not that I have anything against Tibet, or the people who live there, or their culture, or religion, etc. Nor am I not properly indignant about Chinese military yadda yadda. Really, my heart bleeds for these people, as is required for membership in the Democartic Party (article 5, sub-section G, “Liberal Guilt Requirements”) But there is one thing about Tibet that just pisses me off: the bumper stickers.
I really, really hate those Free Tibet bumper stickers. They seem, to me, more about being trendy, not about actually being concerned about injustice. For starters, what’s the big deal about Tibet? Where’re all the Free East Timor, or Free Afghanistan bumper stickers, or any of the other endless tally of places where people are regularly beaten, tortured, and murdered? Oh, wait, the Beastie Boys don’t do benefit concerts for East Timor. Richard Gere doesn’t make movies about how oogy the Taliban is. Remember: unless a celebrity cares about it, it isn’t really important.
The other thing that bugs me about them is that it is such an empty gesture. What good is that bumper sticker doing for the poor, oppressed masses in Tibet? I’m sure it does plenty to assauge obscure feelings of middle-class guilt. You know, so the person who owns that car can look themselves in the mirror and say, “I bought a bumper sticker. I’ve done my part to make the world a better place. Well, time to hop in my car and drive a quarter-block to the supermarket!” Yeah, sure, part of the money spent goes to help the Tibetans. Although I’m unsure, exactly, how money is going to prevent some poor yak herder from being ground underneath a tank tread. Are they planning on eventually buying Tibet back from China, after they’ve sold enough noxious yellow stickers? And given what we know of human nature, what are the odds any of this money is going to help anyone besides the people printing up the stickers?
I suppose you could argue that the idea here is to raise awareness, to make people think about the situation in Tibet. Which is an admirable, if rather intangible, goal. But whenever I see one of those ugly yellow tags riding the back of a shiny new SUV, all I can think is, “How much of that car do you suppose was made in China?”