Democracy

9/28


Prologue: Upon it’s formal handing back by the British in 1997, the Chinese government agreed to permit Hong Kong a “high degree of autonomy” for the following 50 years under the framework of “one country, two systems.” However, in recent years Hong Kongers have become increasingly concerned that Beijing is actively attempting to dismantle this system. Sparked by Beijing’s recent announcement that it would decide on the candidates for the 2017 chief executive election, the past two nights have seen mass, peaceful, pro-democracy demonstrations across the city. Led largely by students, the organisers of the Occupy Central movement and traditional pro-democracy groups, Hong Kongers have so far defied the demands of authorities to disperse. Indeed, the use of tear gas, pepper spray and batons by police has only brought more people onto the streets. As China’s National Day, October 1, quickly approaches, it seems that the “umbrella revolution” is just beginning. For a comprehensive timeline of Hong Kongers’ campaign for democracy and universal suffrage, please Click Here – Brett Elmer, Publishing Editor.

Kawai Wong*

Hong Kong, September 30, 2014 (Alochonaa):

September 28, 2014. The day I began to feel what it was like to live in fear. I have not been brave enough. Most of my friends have taken to the street in the past few days. Instead, I have stayed at home and bombarded AP, Reuters, Guardian, the BBC, the Times of London, and numerous other international media outlets with tweets and photos. The world needed to see the brutality that was being inflicted on unarmed citizens who merely wanted a sensible dialogue with the government. We want a Chief Executive with Hong Kong interests in mind. We want better policies for the people. We want to end the prospect of an increasingly corrupt government. We want to vote in a person who can make this happen.

The night before the calamity of tear gas and military-grade pepper spray, my friend and I were talking about the prospect of change. We were at his place; a place with a sweeping view of prosperity. Looking out to the Central skyscrapers, he pointed at the crowd down below on Tim Mei Avenue. “Look at those sillies!” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “What do they think they can change? They can’t change a thing. That is their political reality. Hong Kong is part of China,” he mused.

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Protestors armed only with umbrellas (Photo: Google images)

Like me, he is a born-and-bred Hong Konger, overseas educated, open-minded, philosophical. But now he runs his father’s successful business, ferries his friends around in a Porsche, and calls a Mid-Levels apartment home. Until now it had never occurred to me that his circumstance could make him blind to the plight of ordinary people – insane property prices, impossible prospects for first home-buyers, US$200 a month for a cage home, losing hospital beds to non-Hong Kong mothers, panic-buying of milk formulas, inappropriate allocation of public funds, joke consultations on the [airport’s] third-runway, independent shops giving into jewellers and luxury brands, elderly people gathering waste for a living, insufficient university places for school-leavers, retail monopoly… So I said to him: “How about Gandhi? Mandela? Aung Saan Suu Kyi? Are you saying that they too, are silly?”

The day after, on September 28, I awoke to a barrage of Whatsapp messages. “I am in Admiralty now; bring face masks, cling film, and goggles.” “I am in Central, who is around?” My friends have flocked to the central business district of Hong Kong to support the student movement organised by Scholarism and the Hong Kong Federation of Students. They have been leading a citywide class boycott in a bid to demand dialogue with the government. On the night of the 26th, the leader of Scholarism, 17-year-old bespectacled Joshua Wong, climbed over a high fence at Government Headquarters at Tamar to reclaim his civil rights to freely enter the public space in front of Gov HQ, a place called the Civic Square, which was by now a caged-in prison barred by three metre high metal poles. Wong, along with his colleagues Alex Chow and Lester Shum, were arrested. Many in Hong Kong condemned the arrest of the three student activists. Since then, support has grown in their thousands in front of Gov HQ, unanimously demanding the release of these three students. But that would not take place for another 40 hours, until the High Court issued a Habeas corpus which compelled their immediate release from custody.

As I watched the day unfold, my pride as a Hong Konger rose. 80,000 protesters on the streets, not one car overturned, not one shop looted, not one tyre burnt. The protesters organised impromptu recycling stations, formed an orderly line to let traffic through, volunteered at first aid stations, donated supplies such as masks, bananas, bottles of water, cling film, and towels. Yet, it was these people, who had already raised their hands in the air and turned their back at the police – provocation none-intended – who were shelled with 87 rounds of tear gas. Eighty-Seven rounds of agony-inducing tear gas were aimed at unarmed citizens – some even targeted first aid stations.

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Police fire tear gas at peaceful protestors (Photo: Google images)

When the first tear gas was deployed, photos emerged of the riot police holding a sign which read: “DISPERSE OR WE WILL FIRE”. Suddenly, deaths seemed possible. Frantically I tweeted: “DEAR HONG KONG POLICE, PLEASE SHOW RESTRAINT. YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS WILL ONE DAY ASK WHAT YOU DID TODAY. AND YOU WILL TELL THEM I KILLED A MAN.” I was wired for the whole day. I would not go to bed for the next 20 hours. I was praying that the day would end blood-free.

I prayed and prayed. The hashtag “#PrayForHK” began to trend. I wrote: “Dear police friends, please wake up to the atrocity that the authorities are inflicting on us, who, together with you, make up Hong Kong. Please wake up to the separatist hatred they are instilling in you. Your friend I, and my other friends who are on the street tonight, are innocent, unarmed, hopeful people who merely want a sensible dialogue with the government.”

As the night droned on, protesters chanted at the police: “PROTECT US! PROTECT US!”. But they were instead met with canister after canister of tear gas. Those 87 burnt-out cans have now become the iconic evidence of hurt.

On the other side of Victoria Harbour, Mong Kok was also being occupied. On Nathan Road, a girl with a loudspeaker said: “We are in Mong Kok, come and join us.” And come they did. For every tear gas deployed, 1,000 more flocked to the streets. Trucks drove onto Nathan Road to send in supplies such as food, water and towels. Trucks and cars “stalled” en masse at the main junctions of Argyle Street in Mong Kok to great applause.

For the protesters who were pushed back by tear gas plumes, some ended up in Causeway Bay. They sat in peacefully in the same manner they did in Central. As the number of policemen grew around them, music flowed out from a surrounding building:

 

“Still free, still me

I am still singing my song

Travelling a thousand miles

Forgive me for loving freedom

I too, am fearful that one day I may fall

Anyone can abandon their hopes and dreams

But I am not afraid to find myself alone with just you and me…”

* Broad Sky, Beyond

 

“The years have stripped of what he had

But his tired eyes are still hopeful

His battered, weathered body

Was all he had to welcome a proud era

Holding on to freedom in the storm

His life has been a desperate struggle

Believing the future he is still hopeful…”

* Proud Era, Beyond

 

The familiar sound of the late rock star Wong Ka-kui, a much revered icon of of the 90s, wrote songs that epitomised the sentiment of that era. Anticipating the uncertain future of Hong Kong before the 1997 handover, there had been a wave – the first wave – of mass emigration. Now, in the midst of a second wave of mass emigration, those two songs have stirred deep emotions. A mass sing-along engulfed Causeway Bay. Tears flowed. Crowds hugged.

Later that evening, reports emerged that groups of police had taken off their helmets and resigned on the spot. Today, a photograph has emerged of a policeman nursing a teenager who had been pepper sprayed. Decency and humanity, after all, is innate to all of us. At the police press conference this afternoon, the assistant police commissioner Mr Cheung Tak-keung defended his 9/28 decisions: “Police were poked by umbrellas. We had no choice but to deploy the minimum amount of force.”

The tear gas may have broken our hearts, but it has also united us against the iron fist of a tyranny that we now know we are all up against. Let the Umbrella Revolution begin.

* Kawai Wong is journalist and writer living in Hong Kong. She has previously written for the South China Morning Post, The Wall Street Journal, TimeOut Hong Kong and HK Magazine.

 **Alochonaa.com is not responsible for any factual mistakes (if any) of this analysis. This analysis further is not necessarily representative of Alochonaa.com’s view. We’re happy to facilitate further evidence-based submissions on this topic. Please send us your submission at alochonaa@gmail.com

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