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Asian Games

        me.  He  grabbed  my  arm  and  pulled  me  away  from  the  scene—I
        didn’t protest, still in a daze.
          I got back to the press room and looked at the official results. The
        Africans  were  first,  second  and  third.  I  asked  about  the  Tibetan-
        Chinese runner, and got blank stares. The Chinese had finished well
        behind the winners. It made no sense to me: the athlete I’d witnessed
        would  have  overtaken  the  leaders  well  before  the  entrance  to  the
        stadium.  I  questioned  one  of  the  other  American  reporters  who’d
        been on Beichen Road, halfway to the stadium. He looked at me like
        I was crazy when I told him what I’d seen. The next day I went back
        to  where  I  had  been  standing.  Like  every  other  street  in  the  city
        during the Olympics, it had been scrubbed clean; no sign that a foot
        race  had  occurred  there  the  day  before,  much  less  an  eye-popping
        display of superhuman speed. Had I hallucinated the whole thing?
          Yeah, well, that was a rhetorical question, buddy. Anyway, when I
        looked again at the marathon results, I found that only two Chinese
        runners  were  listed  as  finishing  the  race,  but  three  had  started.
        Nobody else seemed to care about that discrepancy. When I asked if
        I could interview that pair, I was told that they had already returned
        to their home towns and were unavailable. Then I asked if anyone
        had pictures of the Chinese runners taken during the first half of the
        race. None of the foreign correspondents did, so I sent a request to
        the IOC press officer. Instead of a photograph, I got an invitation to
        meet the head man, Avery Whiteman. That’s right, the old guy who
        just about created the modern Olympic Games and ruled them with
        an iron fist. He didn’t want to talk in his office, so we took a walk out
        in a park nearby. None of the Chinese recognized him.
          I told him that  I had  seen something very strange  involving the
        host country’s marathon runners. He didn’t want to hear any more
        about it. Instead he swore me to secrecy, a tough thing for a reporter
        to swallow, but we have to protect our sources to stay in business!
        Then  he  told  me  that  he  had  been  requested  to  cover  up  an
        embarrassing  incident  during  the  race  in  order  to  keep  China  a
        contented member of the Olympics community of nations.  A high
        official  in  their  national  committee  had  informed  him  that  an
        American  might  have  witnessed  it,  but  would  have  been  the  only



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