Some Thoughts on Social Injustice

I want to be myself. That is difficult, as we all wear a mask. Different mask for different circumstance. Part of me is still a child. Part of me even doubted if I should be writing such things here. So, safe to say, I even wear a mask as a blogger. I must have written on this space before, how I let the words lead me on, instead of the other way around. Like Gao Xingjian once said, "Writing is the actualisation of the language", or something along that line.

I am kind of lost, as a person, in this pandemic. But I am learning. And I am sure I will continue to learn. To be a better person. Closer to the real nature of me. On second thought, I guess I will not dislike my own real nature. But that is for another day. 

This pandemic, for one, has re-focused my mind on social injustice. Like what Alex Au wrote in the essay based on his seminar, on our country's exploitation of foreign labour. Or how it reminded me of the British using colonised India's citizens in the first bomb disposal squad in places like Italy after the first world war, as if their lives are of less value. In Singapore, we judge peoples' lives by their economic values - zero compassion. That is why we are so kiasu; it is embedded in the system - please read Ms Teo You Yenn's "This is What Inequality Looks Like". And we need to have this political debate on what type of society we want to have. On one end of the spectrum, we have the true-blue Americans protesting the use of mask, on the other, the hard-wired opaqueness, the critic-aversion of CCP. We, as citizens, as voters, should have equal rights when it comes to basic entitlements like food, shelters. These should not be dangled like prizes in a "reward system" in the name of meritocracy, systematically breeding elitists.

And these are some of the thoughts that form the basic principles, the building blocks of my true nature...