- BATON ROUGE, LA.
- Last year, two days after Christmas, we kicked China out of the house.
Not the country obviously, but bits of plastic, metal, and wood stamped
with the words "Made in China." We kept what we already had,
but stopped bringing any more in.
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- The banishment was no fault of China's. It had coated
our lives with a cheerful veneer of toys, gadgets, and $10 children's shoes.
Sometimes I worried about jobs sent overseas or nasty reports about human
rights abuses, but price trumped virtue at our house. We couldn't resist
what China was selling.
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- But on that dark Monday last year, a creeping unease
washed over me as I sat on the sofa and surveyed the gloomy wreckage of
the holiday. It wasn't until then that I noticed an irrefutable fact: China
was taking over the place.
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- It stared back at me from the empty screen of the television.
I spied it in the pile of tennis shoes by the door. It glowed in the lights
on the Christmas tree and watched me in the eyes of a doll splayed on the
floor. I slipped off the couch and did a quick inventory, sorting gifts
into two stacks: China and non-China. The count came to China, 25, the
world, 14. Christmas, I realized, had become a holiday made by the Chinese.
Suddenly I'd had enough. I wanted China out.
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- Through tricks and persuasion I got my husband on board,
and on Jan. 1 we launched a yearlong household embargo on Chinese imports.
The idea wasn't to punish China, which would never feel the pinprick of
our protest. And we didn't fool ourselves into thinking we'd bring back
a single job to unplugged company towns in Ohio and Georgia. We pushed
China out of our lives because we wanted to measure how far it had pushed
in. We wanted to know what it would take in time, money, and aggravation
to kick our China habit.
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- We hit the first rut in the road when I discovered our
son's toes pressing against the ends of his tennis shoes. I wore myself
out hunting for new ones. After two weeks I broke down and spent $60 on
sneakers from Italy. I felt sick over the money; it seemed decadent for
a pair of children's shoes. I got used to the feeling. Weeks later I shelled
out $60 for Texas-made shoes for our toddler daughter.
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- We got hung up on lots of little things. I drove to half
a dozen grocery stores in search of candles for my husband's birthday cake,
eventually settling on a box of dusty leftovers I found in the kitchen.
The junk drawer has been stuck shut since January. My husband found the
part to fix it at Home Depot but left it on the shelf when he spotted the
telltale "Made in China."
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- Mini crises erupted when our blender and television broke
down. The television sputtered back to life without intervention, but it
was a long, hot summer without smoothies. We killed four mice with old-fashioned
snapping traps because the catch-and-release ones we prefer are made in
China. Last summer at the beach my husband wore a pair of mismatched flip-flops
my mother found in her garage. He'd run out of options at the drug store.
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- Navigating the toy aisle has been a wilting affair. In
the spring, our 4-year-old son launched a countercampaign in support of
"China things." He's been a good sport, but he's weary of Danish-made
Legos, the only sure bet for birthday gifts for his friends. One morning
in October he fell apart during a trip to Target when he developed a sudden
lust for an electric purple pumpkin.
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- "It's too long without China," he wailed. He
kept at me all day.
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- The next morning I drove him back so he could use his
birthday money to buy the pumpkin for himself. I kept my fingers off the
bills as he passed them to the checker.
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- My husband bemoans the Christmas gifts he can't buy because
they were made in China. He plans to sew sleeping bags for the children
himself. He can build wooden boats and guitars, but I fear he will meet
his match with thread and needle.
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- "How hard can it be?" he scoffed.
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- The funny thing about China's ascent is that we, as a
nation, could shut the whole thing down in a week. Jump-start a "Just
Say No to Chinese Products Week," and the empire will collapse amid
the chaos of overloaded cargo ships in Long Beach harbor. I doubt we could
pull it off. Americans may be famously patriotic, but look closely, and
you'll see who makes the flag magnets on their car bumpers. These days
China delivers every major holiday, Fourth of July included.
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- I don't know what we will do after Dec. 31 when our family's
embargo comes to its official end. China-free living has been a hassle.
I have discovered for myself that China doesn't control every aspect of
our daily lives, but if you take a close look at the underside of boxes
in the toy department, I promise it will give you pause.
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- Our son knows where he stands on the matter. In the bathtub
one evening he told me how happy he was that "the China season"
was coming soon.
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- "When we can buy China things again, let's never
stop," he said.
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- After a year without China, I can tell you this: You
can still live without it, but it's getting trickier and costlier by the
day. And a decade from now I may not be brave enough to try it again.
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- ยท Sara Bongiorni is a freelance writer and is
working on a book about her family's yearlong adventure in the global economy.
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