Men have always regarded exile as a little death. In sackcloth and ashes, Job lamented man's mortality as a kind of homelessness: "He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more." And Aeschylus, 500 years before Christ, wrote bitterly, "I know how men in exile feed on dreams." The military and political shocks of this century sent hordes of the dispossessed swarming over the earth—some 40 million people since World War II.
Some of these human tides, last week, were at the full. Tens of thousands of Red Chinese refugees burst into Hong...
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