i’m honestly more surprised than I thought I would be.
When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.
So this is pretty much what is happening to where I am living now, Hong Kong, a (supposed to be) international city.
(It’s a really brief summary though, because I’m trying to explain to a foreign friend, but I figured it’s brief enough for people to understand)
We are not even fighting for independence, we are only trying to grasp a chance to choose our leader.
The government is trying to recreate the 1989.6.4. Tiananmen Incident now and we cannot let them happen. We’ve got to spread the word around and raise the awareness. (And keeping the news going around too, because deleting and editing news to become something else far from the truth is the best thing the Chinese government does)
So please, like or even reblog anything you see about the Hong Kong protests if they appear on your dash. If you love your city you would understand how do we currently feel to see your city being crushed and you are struggling not to let that happen.