I rarely make comments on political issues, for a variety of reasons. But I can hardly stand by and watch, saying nothing when my television screen and my Facebook feed bring me tortured images of a community that I shared so much of my life with, on the verge of anarchy.
Tear gas? On the streets of my beloved Hong Kong? For what reason?
In 1984, when the Wicked Witch of the West, A.K.A. Margaret Thatcher, sold Hong Kong’s future down the river, we knew that there was a distinct possibility that China might not honour their side of the deal, ensuring a stable society for at least the first fifty years after the handover. Here we are, seventeen years in, with exactly what free-thinking Democratic Party members feared. But those of us who believe in developing good relations, promoting the idea of co-operative learning from each other through understanding our similarities and recognising our humanity in each other, feel terribly betrayed by the Chinese government’s shocking refusal to allow universal suffrage in the election of representatives to high office.
China, you MUST honour your pledge to promote peace and stability. You must understand that the world will not stand for these bully-boy tactics.
The people on the streets in Central, in Causeway Bay and in Mong Kok this evening are not armed with any weapon other than that which is the most important. They have their faith in what is right.
I am saddened by these terrible scenes of chaos and oppression.
I can only watch from afar, but I am thinking of my dear friends who are still there because Hong Kong is their home. I can only hope that the powers that be will come to their senses sooner rather than later.
This is a terrible night.
Please note: my pictures tonight are not *mine* – they are from the South China Morning Post’s website and from the BBC Newsfeed on Facebook.