The Foreign Service Journal, March 2024

THE FOREIGN SERVICE JOURNAL | MARCH 2024 89 more than a few days after birth. When both Ling Ling and Hsing Hsing passed away in the 1990s, there were no pandas left in the zoo. Panda lovers clamored for new pandas to fill the void. The consulate in Chengdu was ground zero in the search, and we cooperated with local authorities to find a pair to send to the National Zoo. Finally, a pair was selected. I don’t remember exactly why I was picked to represent the United States at the pandas’ Dec. 6, 2000, farewell at the Chengdu airport. I suspect it was because no one else “volunteered” to get up before dawn on a predictably damp, chilly winter day and listen to a speech wishing the pandas yi lu ping an (“bon voyage” in Mandarin Chinese) while shivering in the unheated departure lounge. After the speech, I joined Mei Xiang and Tian Tian at the side of the chartered American airliner on the tarmac (their son, Xiao Qi Ji, was only a gleam in their eyes at this time). They were in their cages, about to be hoisted up to the door of the airplane. b I was told by the airport authorities that it would only be proper for me to accompany them to the plane’s entrance, and as there seemed to be no other way to get up there, I gingerly stepped onto the metal platform supporting the pandas’ cages. With a jerk and a clang, the platform was hoisted up toward the plane’s door. My charges ignored me as they noisily munched clumps of bamboo, with me a few feet away clinging to a metal rail for balance in full formal diplomat attire. When we finally reached the door, I The author with a panda in Wolong National Nature Reserve in Sichuan province in 1998. “The panda looks resigned to the (exciting for me, not for him) photo-op,” notes Kelly. All of us at the consulate reveled in Chengdu’s reputation as the home and center of all things panda. looked into the brightly lit, retro-fittedfor-pandas first-class cabin. The smartly dressed, eager American flight attendants were excited to meet their VIP passengers. I asked one of them about the flight path, and she proudly responded: “Direct nonstop to Washington, D.C.” That seemed incredible to me at the time—nonstop flights for humans between Chengdu and the U.S. didn’t start until 14 years later. So I said my goodbyes to Mei Xiang and Tian Tian, stepped back onto the unsteady platform, and was lowered back down to the tarmac, little realizing that 23 years later, they would once again become pawns in the game of diplomacy. b In November 2023, there were no Americans to greet the pandas when their flight landed in Chengdu. China had ordered the closure of American Consulate Chengdu in July 2020, after the U.S. ordered the closure of the Chinese consulate in Houston a few days earlier. There are reasons, however, to be optimistic about the future of pandas in America. At the recent Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation meeting this past November in San Francisco, the Chinese floated the idea of sending a pair of pandas to the San Diego Zoo. Some observers see this as a sign of a thaw in bilateral relations. Can panda diplomacy once again lead to improved relations between the United States and China? China hands would agree that Chengdu may have been the most fun post in China, and being Panda Central was certainly a big part of that. Eats shoots and leaves, we miss you. n COURTESY OF DOUG KELLY