In a country where misery and want were the foundation of the social structure, famine was periodic, death from starvation common, disease pervasive, thievery normal, and graft and corruption taken for granted, the elimination of these conditions in Communist China is so striking that negative aspects of the new rule fade in relative importance.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on how the alleviation of dire social conditions can overshadow the negative aspects of a governing system.
Barbara Tuchman highlights the extreme adversities faced by people in a society founded on misery and want. She observes that when dire issues such as famine, disease, and corruption are eradicated in Communist China, the negative elements of the regime become less significant in comparison to the overall improvement in living conditions.
In practice
In a speech about social reforms, one might use this quote to illustrate the importance of improving living conditions.
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