Sorry for the lack of update last week, as I was sick. (I mean, I’m always sick of Hong Kong politics, but this time I was physically sick.)
I came across this article in the SCMP today:
After a stellar performance in the British and international secondary exams, Justin Cheng Yan-yiu, 16, should be looking forward to a good career and life in his home city.
But the English Schools Foundation pupil, who scored eight straight A*s in the General Certificate of Secondary Education and its international equivalent, says he is so disillusioned with Hong Kong’s divided society that he might consider emigrating.
Justin said he saw the city’s political situation as hopeless, but was against the civil-disobedience movement Occupy Central as it would cause only unrest and chaos. “It just won’t work,” said Justin, who supports universal suffrage. “It won’t force the central government to back down as long as it has an iron grip on Hong Kong.”
He said he saw “no civil solution” to Hong Kong’s problems such as its divided society and wide wealth gap. “I won’t suggest revolution either, because Hong Kong has no military forces,” he said. “I think one possible way is through foreign diplomatic talks. Emigration is something I would consider when this place has no freedom of speech any more.”
Fleeing does seem an attractive option, I admit. Many Hong Kongers have done it before, in the post-Tiananmen pre-Handover days. But it doesn’t really work the way people think. One is always conscious of being a “guest” in a foreign land. Canada and Australia are nice places, but they were never “home” to the hundreds of thousands of Hong Kongers who eventually returned.
I’m quite Westernized. I watch Western TV shows like Glee. I’m even more fluent in English than Cantonese. But I don’t know the Tories from the Liberals from the NDP. I don’t get excited over hockey or baseball. I have a driver’s license, but have no real interest in driving, which is an effective death sentence overseas. And what if I overcame all that? What if I assimilated? Then I would no longer be a Hong Konger.
Granted, I often feel like I don’t really fit in in Hong Kong either. That is the fate of one who has grown up in both cultures. You never belong anywhere. But I was still born here. Some ties one just can’t break. And as long as there is still a Hong Kong to speak of, the fight to keep it alive continues. It is a fight that seems unwinnable. But it is one that must be fought nonetheless.
Well that was short. More to come this week, perhaps. I do have a degree to finish, after all.