a seemingly unrelated song on citizen engagement and environmental pollution, but the snapshot of everyone in masks caught my attention and brought us back to the current covid-19 crisis. are our footprints too big that the present and further problems are unavoidable?
neither typhoon signal number ten nor the prolific social movement of 2019 can barely touch upon the religiously capitalistic machinery of hong kong. then came covid-19, who made a steady and rapid ascent with the year of the rat, and like stepping on brakes did it achieve in sabotaging the capitalistic rat race with just a few dozens of cases and counting, in february 2020. whether it is tcm clinic, restaurant, bank or pharmacy, their branches in this shopping arcade which serves also as a ferry terminal to mainland china and macao decided to temporarily close the doors until perhaps the community outbreak of the virus retreats, if their leases last that long. what perplexed me was the lie a few of the notices posted “renovation” as the pretext, what were the management thinking? it wasn’t the company’s fault, but external, uncontrollable circumstances that require cost-cutting measures. if there is anything, it makes me think thrice about the integrity of these corporations for if they need a pretext foe something they didn’t do, imagine when they really make an error or put their customers in harms way, they probably would find tons of excuses to rid themselves of responsibility! so consumers beware, separating the good crops from the rotten few in the time of covid-19.
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alleged gangster, people like him bring shame to new territories folks, given i grew up and my parents devoted their youth and career in the NT.
post-it portrait profiling pathetic psychopath personage
it has been a busy june in hong kong. while cramped an occasional irrelevant post like the bread post into the fin-du-mois line up, this one jolted the hong kong protests aside as june 2019 marks the 50th anniversary of of the stonewall uprising. the struggle is far from over if one looks at the gender, social, economic, racial, etc. discrimination directed at lgbqtsti people, still rampant and sometimes vicious.
just like the poster of audre lorde project reads “the history of stonewall is trans”, and to that we should add people of color (i.e. latina/o/x, africans/blacks in usa’s problematic lingo) as a substantial number of them were among those courageous enough to revolt against the police raid.
as with many movements, those who pushed through the front line, the most radical, the most marginalized did not see or had benefited minimally from the fruits of their struggle. sylvia rivera actually had relaunched street transvestite action revolutionaries (S.T.A.R.) a year or so before the end of her life, if that’s benchmark to show how much and at the same time how little had been achieved, for the marginalized within the margins of the lgbtqtsti people.
with corporate pride events choking major cities, let’s not forget the trailblazers, the most discriminated among the discriminated, the STARS that they are, twinkling in the distance with their blessings. on the 50th anniversary of stonewall and looking ahead for lgbtqtsti rights, we need their visionary lights to guide as in the never ending quest for social and economic justice.
ps alp’s statement:
grounding today with reflections from the past
uncovered from my draft entries, last modification dated 13 déc. 2017 03:32.
she might or might not be a significant figure of the expat and missionary communities in nanjing china in the world war ii era, what is written on her and her personal experience will sure be a part of the war / massacre / peace / never again narratives for a turbulent era. her name is Minnie Vautrin.
so here is what I penned around the christmas season of 2017:
what to write or not -rthk late night documentary repeat had an episode on the massacre in Nanjing, sooming my focus in and out throughout the 50 plus minute, a missionary’s story caught my attention – Minnie Vautrin 魏特琳. Reading this in December when everyone walking into shopping centres got bombarded with jingles make the contrast more vehmenly sad. Vautrin, probably suffered a nervous breakdown from witnessing so many people dying around her, took her life within a year of returning to USA for a sick leave.
today, 14 may is the anniversary of her suicide.
a really depressing topic, given people don’t see juan guaido’s ridiculous self-proclamation as president is an attempt of usa backed coup d’état. understandably, one might say, because mainstream media in usa and other nato states work like propaganda machines. however tale-telling finds and associations do appear, if one leaves no stone unturned. take this strange (or you might think outrageous) comparison to the 74th anniversary of the liberation of auschwitz camp and his thank you to the israeli pm. if the war crimes committed to the palestinians serve well as an indicator, perhaps you will see through msm’s thick smog of fake news.
pourquoi cet art national qui démontre normalement la beauté de la vie ou le bonheur montre un visage semblablement méchant? peut être c’est un cœur dur et froid qui fait une apparition non-déguisée.
an ordinary name for a film that reenacted a very out of the ordinary event for those who lived through it. a 2012 spanish / american mainstream film production adapted from a spaniard family’s real account in the 2004 south-east asia’s indian ocean earthquake and subsequent devastating tsunami. the story revolves around the bennett family, whose mom and eldest son were separated form the dad and the younger two kids when the tsunami hit. the visual effects looked real and dramatic, with people and much bigger and at sharp debris bouncing back and forth in a gigantic whirlpool. naomi watts, whom i have been watching since her performances in 21 grams and king kong, gave a solid performance, with all the bruised make-up and such. her son in the film, tom holland, also delivered, with the scene reuniting with his two younger siblings especially touching. i dunno why the director casted ewan mcgregor, who just appeared a just tad too photogenic for someone running around in rags searching for his wife and kids.
the earthquake and tsunami were daily headlines for at least a few weeks for what i recall – my friend and i were glued to tv and interest newscasts re reports coming out nightly at home for much of the christmas and new year holidays then. what stuck me, apart from the good story-line (the real story can’t be bad, eh?) was the still the very european / white (well actually anglo, for the characters’ names were anglicized) narrative. the thai people were pretty much in and out of the background. perhaps the white privileged expats (an insurance company paid for medical evacuation flight to singapore for the five-member family at the end) did only hang out with each other, but this answers exactly the posts i ‘ve been seeing these days on “crazy rich asians” (the film) perpetuating stereotypes. society won’t advance unless diversity of storytelling take centre stage