Hong Kong’s pro-democracy protesters are pricking at my soul. There is something unhealthy going on in Hong Kong. Under the United Kingdom of Great Britain, it was such a vibrant, crazy, loud and spontaneous place. I’ve been twice there since it was turned over to China. I noted that Hong Kong had become much more orderly. At the sidewalk restaurants, even the live seafood stayed on their plates. It was less harried while you went about your business, but I missed the vibrant spirit. I was saddened to read about the pro-democracy “ringleaders” being hauled off by police this week.
In advance of those talking about the pot calling the kettle black, let me say I know things have gotten pretty bad in the USA with Guantanamo and all, but I don’t think we have yet to sink that low. It is a shame we can’t close that prison and engage in a public discourse about what happened to clear the air in the USA. But still, reading about the repression of Hong Kong’s pro-democracy rallies this week struck a nerve, in my psyche anyway. I call it out as evidence of the forces of darkness striking in broad daylight. There is no such thing as an innocent bystander.
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.” —–Martin Niemòller