By Jianli Yang
Wednesday, September 09, 2026
Mao Zedong — who died 50 years ago today — spent roughly
28 years making a revolution and nearly 27 years ruling the country his
revolution created. Yet Mao imagined his reach on an even grander scale,
declaring in his youthful poetry: “Confident that my life would last 200
years.” He did not live 200 years. But his influence on China, and perhaps
beyond it, may well do so.
The most obvious part of Mao’s legacy is written in blood
and suffering. The political campaigns, executions, persecution of “class
enemies,” the Anti-Rightist Movement, the Great Leap Forward, famine, and the
Cultural Revolution destroyed tens of millions of lives and subjected hundreds
of millions more to hunger, humiliation, fear, dispossession, and political
degradation.
But Mao’s deepest damage to China may be harder to count.
He poisoned its political culture. Mao did not merely teach generations of
Chinese people what to believe. More consequentially, he taught them what kind
of person prevails.
The lesson was simple: Life is struggle. Your opponent is
not merely wrong; he is an enemy. Rules are useful when they serve you and
dispensable when they do not. Cruelty is strength. Mercy toward an opponent is
weakness. Loyalty matters more than competence. Repetition can manufacture
truth. Mobilized anger can overwhelm institutions. And ultimately, winning
vindicates everything. Mao was a master practitioner of this philosophy.
He understood that politics could be conducted not simply
through institutions but through the manipulation of fear, resentment,
humiliation, and loyalty. Again and again, people who had helped him defeat
yesterday’s enemies became tomorrow’s enemies themselves. Allies became
“rightists.” Revolutionary veterans became “capitalist roaders.” Intellectuals
invited to speak became counter-revolutionaries. The categories changed. The
essential rule did not: Mao decided who belonged to “the people” and who became
“the enemy.”
Mao famously wrote that “a revolution is not a dinner
party,” and that “political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.” His
political vocabulary elevated douzheng — struggle — into something far
larger than an occasional necessity; struggle became a way of understanding
politics itself. Ideology mattered, but it was also extraordinarily adaptable
in his hands. What remained constant was power. Yesterday’s orthodoxy could
become today’s deviation. The standard was ultimately not consistency with
doctrine, but consistency with Mao’s political requirements.
Mao always had the noblest words available to describe
the ugliest acts. Everything was done “for the people.” Enemies were destroyed,
property confiscated, and families torn apart, all for the people. If Mao
embodied the people, his opponents opposed the people. If he alone could save
the country, resistance to him became treason. Politics became a moral war
between patriots and enemies, and hundreds of millions starved while policies
were defended in the name of the people.
The Cultural Revolution was the purest expression of this
logic. Mao encouraged people to “bombard the headquarters,” turned young people
against teachers and parents, and transformed political accusation into a form
of civic participation. The genius — and horror — of the system was that Mao
could present himself simultaneously as the supreme authority and the leader of
rebellion against authority, the establishment and the insurgent against it at
once. Chaos therefore strengthened rather than weakened him. Institutions
became suspect; personal loyalty became paramount. Expertise became elitism.
Moderation became cowardice. Compromise became betrayal. Politics became
theater, and the theater demanded ever more dramatic demonstrations of loyalty.
The Cultural Revolution eventually ended. The political
psychology it cultivated did not. Nor was Mao’s corruption of political culture
confined to Communist officials; it penetrated society at large. Inherited
moral traditions, family obligations, and elementary standards of decency could
all be denounced as remnants of the old society. Children were encouraged to
expose parents, students to attack teachers, colleagues to inform on
colleagues. Suspicion became prudence. Ruthlessness could masquerade as revolutionary
virtue.
The damage outlived Maoism as an economic system. When
China later embraced markets, an old political habit found a new arena: The
principle that no means were too unscrupulous if they served the revolution
mutated into the principle that no means were too unscrupulous if they served
profit or personal advancement. Market economies did not create Maoism, and
Maoism alone cannot explain China’s later corruption, but the moral inheritance
mattered. A society repeatedly taught that rules, truth, and human relationships
could be sacrificed to a higher objective was poorly prepared to build a
culture of honesty.
This helps explain a bleak sentiment still heard often in
China: that decency is naïveté, honesty a disadvantage, compassion a weakness,
and only the ruthless and unscrupulous ultimately succeed. Mao did not invent
these vices. His achievement was demonstrating, at enormous scale, that they
could be converted into a philosophy of success.
A country can recover from bad economic policy more
quickly than from that kind of moral injury. Deng Xiaoping tried to move China
away from permanent revolution; economic development replaced class struggle,
expertise returned, pragmatism acquired legitimacy. Yet China never completed
the harder task: a moral reckoning with Maoism. Mao’s portrait remained over
Tiananmen. His embalmed body remained at the symbolic center of the capital.
The Party continued to derive its legitimacy from the revolution he led. That
unfinished reckoning helps explain why Mao has returned so easily to Chinese
politics.
Xi Jinping is not Mao Zedong, and today’s China is not
Cultural Revolution China. Xi values order where Mao sometimes deliberately
cultivated disorder, and contemporary China possesses a sophisticated economy
and bureaucracy unimaginable in Mao’s time.
Yet there is a striking irony in Xi’s rehabilitation of
Mao’s political authority. Few Chinese leaders of his generation had more
personal reason to resent Mao. Xi’s father, Xi Zhongxun, a senior revolutionary
official, was purged under Mao in 1962 and spent much of the following 16 years
under detention and political disgrace; the persecution engulfed the family,
and the younger Xi was eventually sent to the countryside during the Cultural
Revolution. One might expect such a history to produce a leader determined to
distance the Party from Mao. The opposite happened.
Compared with his immediate predecessors, Xi has restored
Mao more fully to the center of the Party’s legitimacy, insisting on continuity
between the Mao era and the post-Mao era rather than allowing the latter to
become an implicit repudiation of the former. Independent investigation of the
Cultural Revolution has faced tighter boundaries. This does not require us to
imagine personal affection for the man responsible for his family’s suffering.
There is a colder explanation.
Xi understands the political utility of Mao’s methods:
the identification of enemies, the elevation of struggle, the demand for
loyalty, the subordination of institutions to political leadership, the
mobilization of nationalism, and the insistence that the Party represents a
mission larger than ordinary rules. These remain extraordinarily effective
instruments for concentrating authority and disciplining government and
society. Xi does not need to reproduce Mao’s chaos to recognize the usefulness
of Mao’s political logic, and he appears more prepared than his immediate
predecessors to reach for those instruments when he judges circumstances
require it.
This is why Xi has revived one of Mao’s most
consequential concepts: struggle. Under Xi, “daring to struggle” has again
become a celebrated political virtue, elevated in Party doctrine and applied to
internal discipline, ideology, and China’s confrontation with perceived
external adversaries.
More importantly, Xi shares something deeper with Mao:
political ruthlessness combined with tactical flexibility. He can be intensely
ideological about ultimate control while highly pragmatic about the means of
preserving it. Markets may be encouraged or restrained; entrepreneurs
celebrated or disciplined; nationalism, Marxism, tradition, and pragmatism all
invoked as circumstances require. There is no contradiction so long as the
ultimate objective remains constant: Power must not be contested.
In this sense, Mao’s most durable victory was not
communism; China today bears little resemblance to the economic order he tried
to create. His more durable victory was cultural. He helped normalize the idea
that winning is the ultimate proof of being right. That poison reaches far
beyond communist ideology; one does not have to be a communist to become a
Maoist in political temperament.
China’s failure to fully confront Mao’s legacy matters,
because a society cannot achieve political civilization merely by becoming
richer. China has skyscrapers, high-speed trains, artificial intelligence, and
spacecraft, yet its political vocabulary can still return effortlessly to
struggle, enemies, loyalty, and ideological purification. And political culture
does not stop at the walls of government buildings. Once a society rewards
humiliation over persuasion, cunning over honesty, tribal loyalty over truth,
and victory over rules, those habits migrate outward, shaping families,
workplaces, and the way ordinary citizens see one another. Political barbarism
can become social barbarism — one reason China’s path toward democracy has
proved so difficult.
The anniversary of Mao’s death should not be an occasion
for Chinese reflection alone. Imagine what happens when this political poison
enters a democratic society: Opponents become enemies, each side regards the
other’s victory as illegitimate, truth becomes tribal, restraint is ridiculed
as weakness, and institutions are respected only when they deliver the desired
result. Citizens no longer merely disagree about how to govern the same
country; they begin to doubt whether they still belong to the same one. The
immediate result is social fracture. The eventual casualties are democracy and
the rule of law; no constitution permanently immunizes a society against the
seductions of cruelty, lies, tribal loyalty, and the worship of power.
China offers a stark warning about what a single
political leader can do to a nation’s political culture, and how long the
habits he legitimizes can endure. Institutions matter enormously —
constitutions, courts, elections, a free press. But no institution can
indefinitely protect a political civilization whose citizens cease to value the
norms that gave those institutions life.
The boundary between political civilization and political
barbarism is thinner than prosperous, established societies like to imagine. On
one side stand democracy, human rights, the rule of law, tolerance, restraint,
and respect for human dignity. On the other stand the law of the jungle, the
worship of winning, personal revenge, contempt for restraint, and the
conviction that a lie repeated often enough becomes truth. The distance between
these two worlds can sometimes be no thicker than a sheet of paper.
The 50th anniversary of Mao’s death should remind all who
cherish political civilization that its greatest defenses are not only
constitutional. Democracy, human rights, the rule of law, tolerance, and
respect for truth survive only when leaders and citizens alike continue to
regard them not as impediments to winning, but as limits on what winning is
allowed to mean.