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Asian Games

        foreigner to do so. No Chinese present would want to publicize what
        had happened, so it was up to Whiteman to handle his own citizen.
          And what was this official but off-the-record version? Simply this:
        one of the Chinese runners had eaten some tainted shellfish prior to
        the race, and was seized by terrible cramps toward the middle of the
        race. China did not want any bad publicity. So, according to Avery—
        we were already on a first name basis; he’s quite a charmer when he
        wants something—the Chinese had allowed that runner to bail out at
        some point past the middle of the course without anyone noticing,
        right where I was standing. It was that or have him collapse in the
        street and become an object of scrutiny—along with the food being
        served in the Olympic village. The stricken athlete had been treated at
        a  local  hospital  and  sent  home.  After  it  was  over,  and  Whiteman
        began  to  wonder  about  the  missing  runner,  the  Chinese
        representative had come to him with this explanation and the appeal
        to hush it up. They counted on his long-standing desire to protect the
        Games from any scandal. They knew their man. The Chinese took all
        responsibility to keep the whole thing quiet. After all, it didn’t involve
        any medalists, as it had in 1936; and no one was killed, as in 1972.
        Avery only had to deal with me.
          Despite  my  disbelief  in  what  he  was  saying,  I  knew  I  had  the
        chance  of  a  snowball  in  hell  against  the  IOC  and  the  Chinese
        government. So I agreed that it was all for the best to forget about it
        and move on with my life. I had an inkling of what would happen if I
        pursued my  inquiries, but kept those  opinions to myself. After the
        closing ceremonies, I packed my suitcase and came home. The real
        choice,  as  I  saw  it,  was  either  to  accept  that  my  mind  had  been
        playing  tricks  on  me  or  to  find  out  the  truth.  So  I  started  doing
        research, looking for an explanation to fit my perceptions.
          Yes,  yes,  I’m  getting  to  the  point.  Just  be  patient.  Here:  I  don’t
        want to finish this bottle. You have it. It became clear to me from
        this incident that sports, religion and politics are all driven by power,
        real  or  imaginary.  At  the  Olympic  Games,  it’s  usually  politicians
        jostling  with  the  athletes  to  be  winners.  That  makes  for  enough
        tension and conflict—but add religion, and it’s dynamite. You know
        that drug testing is mandatory now, as it has become in professional
        sports—yes, I know, the distinction between pro and amateur is a bit

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