15 September 2006
My world has never been political, at least not as it is here. Tiannamen Square, 1989, unkown amount of deaths: running in hundreds or thousands.
Some days ago I met a girl from mainland China. History teachers never told her the story of the "Tiannamen Massacre." Parents discouraged her demonstrating or acting on youth ideals. Government talks about the enemies; Taiwan should be Chinese because the Japanese or Americans could use it against them. Tibet might become useful someday. China advances but the spectre of Big Brother Mao is still watching. Last thursday all foreign news came under the restrictions of New China. My Google runs too slow and Gmail emails can sometimes take a week. You need permission from Government to demonstrate. Japan did not apologize for WWII, you are definitely allowed to demonstrate against that! China has a troublesome lack of real enemies. No wonder the Chinese are as unconcerned with politics as I am, they do not live in a political world, as I normally do not live in a political world. However, Hong Kong does not allow this bliss, it fiercely remembers the Tiannamen Massacre and figths its erasure from history (see picture of monument right outside my door.)
Here, being an outsider, politics is visible to me and I don't like it; I hope I didn't affect the girl with too much of the outsider's pestilence that the government tries so hard to protect its people from.