Grass-roots diplomacy win

When a visa applicant tries to bribe an officer, State Department policy is to have that officer not have any further contact with the applicant. This policy is designed to protect the officer and Department from any appearance of improper contact.

One of my colleagues had this experience last week. The applicant tried to stuff a “red envelope” (紅包) to him after he refused the applicant a visa. The officer saw the envelope, which in Chinese culture is used to conceal cash used for gifts and bribes, and immediately stopped interaction with the applicant.

Department policy requires that attempted bribery of an officer results in a “permanent ineligibility” for a visa. In other words, that person can never be issued a U.S. visa. Policy also states that the Department notify the applicant personally. But because of the policy that the officer who was involved in the attempted bribery can have no further contact with the applicant, the officer couldn’t notify the applicant himself. And because of my current position in the section, the task fell to me. I had to call the applicant and tell her that she could never go to the U.S.

Giving someone bad news is never easy. Talking on the phone in a second language is never easy. Giving someone bad news over the phone in a second language is really hard. Doing it diplomatically is even harder.

The phone call began badly. The applicant was very upset, almost shouting at me over the phone. She denied that she attempted to bribe the officer, and indignantly demanded a chance to confront the officer in person, demanded to view the survailence tapes showing the incident in question, demanded that she have the opportunity to prove her innocence and remove the record of her ineligibility from our system. Of course, none of those things were possible, but she barely gave me the chance to get a word in.

About five minutes into the phone call, I felt like telling her that I said what I needed to say, and hang up the phone. But then I remembered what I often tell my coworkers here: the times when we have to refuse applicants are the times when we have the opportunity to be diplomats. Saying yes is easy. Saying no is hard. When we issue a visa, the applicant really doesn’t care if we are polite or rude. But when we have to deny someone a visa, the way that we do so matters. Listening to this applicant scold me and vent her frustration and anger (and, I think, embarrassment), I considered hanging up on the applicant. I had that option. The rule is simply that we have to inform the applicant of the ineligibility. I could have shouted to her over her angry tirade, and then hung up the phone. But that would have made me a bureaucrat. A bureaucrat doesn’t have to put up with verbal abuse, and so has the option of not putting up with it. A bureaucrat could simply hang up the phone and go on to the next case.

I don’t want to be a bureaucrat. I want to be a diplomat.

So I decided to be a diplomat.

I listened to the applicant for about 20 minutes. Finally, after her anger was vented, her anger turned into sadness, and she started crying while talking. When she finally stopped talking, I told her that although the ineligibility would always be there, she could apply again, and ask the adjudicating officer to recommend a waiver for her. She asked if that would give her the chance to prove her innocence. No, I replied, the past can’t be changed, so she had to look to the future. I tried to put the situation in a positive light, because that’s what diplomats do, right?

In the end, I think that she understood. More importantly, she wasn’t angry anymore. In fact, at the end of the phone call, she thanked me.

I can’t say that the phone call created a new friend for the U.S. The whole experience could have been a wasted 45 minutes. But at least we don’t have another Chinese person who is mad at the U.S. Sometimes, in diplomacy, that’s a win.

The fanciest brown bag lunch

There are occasional brownbag lunch meetings at the consulate, during which we have discussions about this or that. Today, the CG hosted a brown bag for all new first and second tour officers, to discuss anything that we had on our minds. The CG is the Consulate General, the head of the consulate. If this were an embassy, he would be the ambassador. In addition to being an accomplished foreign service officer, he is also a very good manager, and a very pleasant person as well. He is generous with his time, sharing his experiences, and giving advice to new officers.

Today’s brownbag lunch was held in the CG’s residence, which is on the grounds of the consulate. We occasionally have events there, usually in the sunroom at the back of the residence. Today’s event was held in the CG’s dining room, however. When I walked into the dining room and saw that the table was set with China, tablecloth, wine glasses, the works, I felt a little funny about what I had brought for lunch.

Several people had ordered lunch from the local Subway. I brought my own lunch. I didn’t have the chance to eat my lunch that I brought yesterday, so I had my lunch from yesterday today. My brownbag lunch looked kind of funny sitting on the CG’s good China.

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Leftover peanut butter and jelly, eaten on fine China. Ah, the luxurious life of a modern diplomat.

Anniversary

One year ago today, I woke up in a hotel room in Virginia, got on a bus that took me to downtown Washington, D.C., took an oath, and started a career in the Foreign Service.

This morning, I woke up in my apartment in China, walked to the U.S. Consulate in Shenyang, and started my day as a consular officer.

I have adjudicated over 10,000 visa applications in the eight months that I’ve been in China. I’ve talked with ordinary people, met with government officials, given speeches, and represented my country.

Holy cow. What a year it’s been. And it’s only just started.

I can’t believe they let me do this

The Consulate was invited by a local language school to give a talk about the new visa validity. I got to go. The school specializes in preparing students to go to the U.S. for school. There was a lot of interest in the process of applying for a visa, and in the new 10-year tourist visa validity.

We were trained for this kind of venue: there was a live audience, and my talk was being video recorded. Thanks to the training, I managed to control my dancing feet, and stay behind the podium (most of the time).

It was a lot of fun to talk with people, and to field their questions. I love talking. As usual, after it was over, I was so pumped up that I had to walk home.

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The Speech Contest

The Consulate gets many invitations to participate in educational and cultural events. Yesterday I was a judge in the provincial English speech contest for high school and college students.

The Stage

The Stage

Chinese take things like this seriously. The event was in a studio, the stage was professionally lit, and the hosts were oily and plastic like variety show hosts (but they were very nice, I swear).

The contest consisted of three events. First, the contestants gave a one-minute self-introduction, then they had to read a passage in Chinese and translate it into English. Third, they look at a picture and gave a three-minute impromptu speech about it. The judges could then ask a question to elicit some more from the contestant.

There were eight or nine judges, some Chinese and some foreign teachers. We rated each contestant like Olympic judges, by writing our scores on a little whiteboard and holding it up after the performance.

Contestant

Contestant

One contestant broke my heart. In her self-introduction, a 16-year-old high school student said that 8 days ago, her parents were in a car accident. Her father was killed, and her mother was in the hospital. They didn’t know if she would live or not. The student said that she decided to compete, despite her family situation, because her parents always encouraged her to do her best.

Randomness can be inhumane. The translation passage that she got was about Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. When she read the section about wearing a carnation on Mother’s Day, and the color of the flower depends on whether your mother is alive or not, she almost broke down. The hostess on the stage was crying. The student made it through the event, though. Brave kid.

Randomness wasn’t done being cruel to this kid, though. The impromptu speech was about how your parents help you decide on which college to choose.  The student was as incredulous as I was. She said: “family, again?” But she got through it.

When it came to giving the score, I am proud to say that I was impartial, and didn’t take her situation into account when I judged her performance. I treated her just the same as every other contestant.

Yeah, right.

The presentation of the awards was also very formal. I got to present some of the awards.

We were given the prizes by assistants, then we presented the prizes to the winners.

We were given the prizes by assistants, then we presented the prizes to the winners.

Presenting the prizes.

Presenting the prizes.

The judges also received a thank-you gift: A copy of the president’s book “Governance of China.” I can’t wait to read it cover to cover. I actually received a Chinese version of the book last week at another event, so now I have an English version, too. Hooray.

Hey, we get a prize, too!

Hey, we get a prize, too!

Curtain call

Curtain call

Me and Host

Me and Host

Me and Host

Me and Host

The day was loooooooong. I originally expected it to be a morning event, but it lasted from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm. I was really tired afterwards. But it was another interesting day in Shenyang. Every one of them is, it seems.

Flu shot made me sick

We are encouraged to get the flu shot every year. I never had gotten it before, partly because of my love deathly fear of needles. But I figure that the State Department knows more about this than I do, and the nurse had some of the nasal spray version, so I got the inoculation.

The point of getting an inoculation is so that you won’t get sick. That’s what I was told, anyway. So imagine my unhappy surprise to get flu symptoms two days after getting the up-your-nose-with-a-rubber-hose flu “shot.” Three days after, I’m sneezing and blowing snot at visa applicants.

I suspect that among the local applicant pool, I’m already one of the less popular visa officers. I can’t imagine that infecting them with my diseases is improving my reputation.

One year after The Call

It was one year ago today that I received an offer to join the Foreign Service. It has been an incredible experience so far, just as interesting, life-altering, challenging and rewarding as I had hoped it would be. Every day, from my first day in this job, has been a different experience. I can honestly say that this job hasn’t bored me once yet.

I really wanted this job. I can remember the feeling of anticipation as I was waiting to get the job offer.  I was in a job that was nice, but not challenging or rewarding. I couldn’t wait to get started on my new career. Some days, the wait was agonizing. Now that I’m here, I cherish this opportunity to use my skills and knowledge, to learn, to serve, to experience.

I’ve done so much, met so many new amazing and inspiring people, seen and heard so many things that I never would have in another career path. I’ve covered a lot of ground and traveled far (figuratively and literally), but the time seems to have passed so quickly.

The initial training in DC was an eye-opening experience. Living in our country’s capital city for several months was thrilling. And now I’m in China, my first choice for my first post. The past six months has been another educational journey.

Remember how you felt on Christmas morning, sitting on the floor by the tree, surrounded by all of the goodies that Santa brought you? I have had that feeling every day for a year now.

Life is good.

 

Talk in Harbin

I traveled up to Harbin today to give a talk at a symposium promoting travel to the U.S. The symposium was organized by the U.S. Foreign Commercial Service in Shenyang. The target audience was travel industry companies. About 300 people were there.

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The theme was a pun. The literal meaning was “Discover America from the heart,” but if you say it with a southern accent, it can sound like “Rediscover America.”

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There were a lot of speakers, and so not surprisingly, the schedule got backed up. I had to run out of the room as soon as I was done talking so that I could make the train back to Shenyang.

Marine Ball

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Last night was the Marine Ball. It’s an annual celebration that marks the founding of the Marine Corps. Marines are stationed at many embassies and consulates, so the ball is a big social event for the Foreign Service. The Marine detachment in Shenyang is new, they’ve been here for less than one year, so this was the first ball in Shenyang.

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It’s a formal event, and I regretted not having a tuxedo. I will definitely need to invest in one for next year’s ball. The LE Staff really went all out!

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The evening consisted of a ceremony marking the history of the Marines, then dinner and dancing. It was a fancy evening and I’m looking forward to next year already.

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The wine was flowing a little too freely.

The wine was flowing a little too freely.