In this chaotic circumstance, I volunteered to help save students. On November 18th, I witnessed six students escaping from the canal and railway by the Polytechnic University. It is the most meaningful moment in my life.
I stand with Hong Kong’s fight for freedom and I participate in the peaceful marches. Lately, I think the violence has gotten out of control from both the police and the radical protesters.
We do need radical change but we need a plan, is that doable in a leaderless movement? It’s challenging because if we did have a leader who could stand up against China, fight for our rights and make long-term plans, they would probably end up in jail or worse, disappear in China.
I worry that we will lose support from the rest of the world if the vandalism and crimes continue, but with such a corrupt police force it’s hard not to retaliate. At the same time the protests have brought attention to and opened many eyes to the unjust system.
I feel some hope with the resent elections weighing heavily in favour for the pro-democracy parties however I fear China’s power and I fear the unspeakable lengths they will go to keep it that way.
It's a pity that HK is hijacked by a triangular force from arrogance management of HK government ; naive groups of students which have been living under their greenhouse umbrellas and foreign countries which have ulterior motives to use HK as their political volleyball.
I am a peaceful, rational and non-violent citizen who support Hongkongers and our freedom.
Unlike any summer before, this summer was particularly tedious. It was a summer that Hongkongers shed their blood, tears and sweats. From the moment the government proposed the Extradition bill, to 1-million then 2-million peaceful protests on the streets, disappeared police force on 21 July, burying the truth of Prince Edward Station on 31 August, the criminal outlaw of Hokkien Clan - have completely left me in disbelief that this city - Hong Kong is where I grew up in. It has become an outlawed world with police being associated with the triads. I have since joined every march, supporting Hong Kong and its youth with my action. We will not give up pursuing the freedoms and beliefs that we deserve, and I wish Hongkongers could have a huge crowd hug very soon, as we take off our masks. Last but not least, may Glory be to Hong Kong.
I support Hong Kong's fight for freedom, because freedom and rule of law is the foundation of Hong Kong. Also, the power of government is given by its people; now, on the other hand, its people is being oppressed by the government. Hence, we should resist.
I would go on the streets and make donations to 612 humanitarian relief fund to support the protesters. Going on the streets is my means of taking part to show the government and the world the determination Hongkongers have.
I could only believe that Chinese communist party will continue to put even more pressure on Hong Kong in the future, especially to the young generations. I sincerely hope that Hongkongers could stay united, until the six demands have been completely and successfully answered and could continue to fight against the power and authority.
This summer, I observed a corrupt government and police, twisted rule of law, but more importantly, I also observed the awakening of Hongkongers, united as one to fight the evil power of Hong Kong and communism. In addition, it excites me when seeing the intelligence in Hongkongers, our quick, reactive responses and the spirit of 'trying harder to overcome the adversity’.
Although I am feeling the increased pressure from the authority as days go by, I still strongly believe that Hongkongers can bring the whole world together, to fight the authority of communism for freedom and democracy of human-beings.
I have lived in HK for most of my life. I love Hong Kong for its mixed culture, dynamic lifestyle and unique bond to mainland China.
On 12 June 2019, the protesters took to the streets of HK for the ban of the extradition bill. The protest unveiled interlocking issues not limit to: 1) Diminishing middle class and high cost of living; 2) Ineffective government policies influenced by HK wealthy families. 3) Vested interest groups in distrust of China. 4) Public annoyance over mass mainland tours causing daily disruption 5) World-wide activists in HK
Through various facts and violent incidents, I feel that some extremist-rioters have exploited the peaceful demonstrations. They are the ones that intend to shake HK to its core. The on-going violence created fear amongst many of my peers that we refuse to go out dinner at night or anywhere at the sight of the ‘blackkist’. These so-called ‘freedom fighters’ ironically robbed the freedom of speech from me. Our peaceful living seems to be disappearing for their sake.
For decades, local police have kept the title of HK as a "world-class city”. The extremist-rioters used encrypted online platforms to disguise their violent acts and misled the public with bias reporting. They target to tarnish the reputation of HK. Sadly, I now see fears, hatred and separatism spread amongst communities. I give my hearty gratitude to the police force for standing firm on guard to defend law and order. HK police literally deserve a Nobel prize for considerate restraint actions in battlefield situations.
As I gained business exposure in China over last 18 years, I saw its enormous growth, strength and commitment to betterment of life. The rapid development and transformation give way to a new born China that the world has yet to fully recognize. Meanwhile, I keep praying for peace and reconciliation in HK and hope that it will resume its beauty as a world class city.
It was a simultaneous interpretation, the first time I heard Carrie get yelled at.
It’s a larf to hear strings of Cantonese-expletives crispy translated into the Queen’s English in realtime by the Legislative Councils team of interpreters. The old LegCo building in 2007 was a lightly-patrolled, 2.5 storey neo-classical granite block, rimmed with colonnades and topped with a patio. The structure exuded the measured pomp of the previous colonial administration and was retained after the return of sovereignty while a replacement fitting the city’s future was built.
I lingered for a few follow-up questions after her legislative tongue lashing. The eye roll I caught before she pushed by was invigorating. Even so I was struck by her earlier performance. How does any one sit there, get whipped and not lose their shit? After a few years I’ve seen her subjected to hundreds of hours of in-your-face barbs and antics as she neared Hong Kong’s highest office.
Now she’s on all of my feeds. She’s still performs like the same dedicated civil servant I first insulted with my presence but now she’s taking shit on a whole new level, though with the same constructive calm she’s honed for decades.
She’s says her faith sustains her. I believe her. You’d need that level of faith at this point to ignore the obvious. She knows she’s right. She’s just being persecuted for righteousness' sake. It’s a tough sell when your opposition feels the same way. An even harder sale when her real boss feels nothing or hurt.
The new Legco Complex perfectly captures the current administration. It’s cold, steel and covered with dark surfaces. Nothing about it feels organic or soft. There’s a big hole in the middle which I suppose is where a the heart would be if this one had one. People also seem to hate the new LegCo. It’s been beat up way more than the old.
Lam’s offices are somewhere up there, on the overhanging bit in the middle, I heard. I wonder if she can see me rolling my eyes. Maybe this time ours will meet.
We don’t know how to win or when will we will win. Therefore we will fight in every way we can until we get the victory and freedom we Hongkongers deserve.
I grew up in Hong Kong, and have always loved how politically lively our citizenry is: despite the fact that most of our leaders and legislators have no direct accountability to its people, we still find ways to creatively and civically engage. A boisterous press and rowdy protest marches are part of who we are.
These freedoms, of course, are on an immutable collision course with an authoritarian regime. They can't last. But HK people are doing what we've always done in the face of curtailed political representation (which was a fact of life during British colonial rule and getting worse by the day): we make noise about it. One argument I've heard a lot recently is that the cause of all this political unrest is economic. Whilst it's certainly true that our local government has spent the last two decades spectacularly bungling economic issues by prioritising the wealth-hoarding interests of cartelised property developers and business tycoons at every turn, the fact is that the cause can be both economic and political. If basic housing, healthcare and educational needs were met, then our political discontent would not boil over quite as forcefully; at the same time, if we had true political enfranchisement, then we could elect people with the courage to actually enact those economic changes. The two go hand in hand.
I work in emergency medicine, so I did volunteer first aid during the 2014 Umbrella Revolution. I did the same in the early days of the anti-extradition protests, but (and I say this with a lot of shame) I worry that I've now become too scared and too cynical to keep at it. It's not simply out of fear for my own personal safety (although that is certainly a factor when other medics are being arrested or shot in the eye with rubber bullets), but also from a sense of numb futility. Even though volunteers do the best they can – I know many who use their own holiday time to spend 13-hour days handing out gauze, saline, and Ventolin that they've paid for themselves – in truth there's sometimes little we can do out on the chaotic frontlines. Often the best thing for the injured is to go to A&E, but faith in the political neutrality of our public hospitals has also eroded, as protesters forego treatment out of concern that their data will be leaked to police. Hospitals, universities, the police, the judiciary: public trust in all these institutions have been squandered for the sake of a city-wide political intimidation campaign. It can be hard to feel like individual actions have any use when the forces we are up against are so structural, so systemic. Even as I wrestle with the guilt of feeling like there is always more I should do, I'm simultaneously suffused with the hopelessness in knowing there's nothing anyone can really, truly do as 2047 looms.
For me, what's most depressing about these protests isn't even the ultimate impossibility of preserving democratic freedoms under a totalitarian state. It's that it has forced HK people to make enemies of one another. To be sure, both sides have made mistakes, and both sides have done things that I find morally indefensible. But the blind, paranoid partisanship of blue vs yellow is not only exhausting and unproductive, it's a distraction from the real conflict at hand. I used to think that my participation via first aid would be a bulwark against this sort of destructive, knee-jerk division – healthcare workers are meant to be clinically impartial, after all. But it's taken root and rotting us from the inside out just the same. We are wasting all our time and energy fighting our enemy's proxies; the enemy itself just has to sit and wait.