In China, the game has changed

Squinting through a haze of drizzle and dust, his normally starched white shirt wrinkled and muddied, he climbed unsteadily up a pile of broken concrete and twisted steel where a building once stood. Looking tired but determined, he shouted words of encouragement through a megaphone to rescue teams working below, and then climbed down to sit with grieving mothers, holding their hands and commiserating with them.

By Victor D. Cha

June 15, 2008