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Chanting For Canto

If I told you I’d been to a demonstration in the mainland with thousands of people but all the police did was put up some barriers and stand around holding hands, would you believe me?

No? I wouldn’t have believed it either. but that’s what happened today in Guangzhou, in a joyous, raucous salute to Cantonese language and culture, screamed out by thousands and thousands of young, (I’d say average age 23, and would have been 20 if I and my two friends hadn’t been there) iPhone waving groovers sick and tired of being dictated to by Beijing.

If I’d been two or three meters tall, I would have been able to capture this scene, unheard of since June 4th, 1989, of young people in peaceful protest against, or rather peaceful fight for, that wondrous entity that is Cantonese. As it was, and despite standing on tiptoe and holding the camera high over my head, I only got other people doing the same. But downtown Guangzhou outside Gong Lam Sai metro station, was just a sea of people. And more and more came pouring in every minute.

The police just didn’t know what to do, but in the end resorted to just saying “This way, please” and stuff. Some of them smiled and laughed. Is this the beginning of something new? But as I said to the journalist: Cantonese makes people more lively. It’s its nature.

Being Canto speakers, we of course joined in the chorus of: Support Cantonese! and: Guangzhou people should speak Guangzhou language! Being the only foreigners there, we were immediately mobbed

swamped, photographed and filmed. And interviewed.

A historic moment and a triumph. I’m telling you now: You haven’t heard the last from the youthful Cantonese movement! It will spread to Hong Kong. Fast.

Another Nail in the Canto Coffin

Ahhrghhhh … When I set out to make Cantonese a world language, I was mostly concerned with Hong Kong and its people - the way they look down on Cantonese (their own language!!!) calling it a “street language” a “dialect” and advising foreigners to “learn Mandarin instead.”

After the handover in 1997 though, I’ve noticed that the written Cantonese has been gaining ground, being increasingly used in adverts, as captions and headlines in newspaper and magazine articles, and when quoting interview objects.

What I didn’t realise - or rather, not didn’t realise but didn’t see as quite so urgent, was that the central government has been working steadily, openly as well as behind the scene, to eradicate Cantonese completely.

I got my first inkling of this a few years ago when I walked into my local branch of HSBC and was greeted by a bint whose job it was to stand at the entrance going “Ni hao ma!” to everyone who entered and sporting a big badge saying “Promote the usage of Putonghua!” Here I was in Hong Kong, whose official language is Cantonese, being talked to in a different language by a local person with whom I had been communicating in Cantonese for years, just because an edict had come from on high that everyone in the bank should be quacking in awful Mando for the whole month.

That’s when I opened an online HSBC account.

A month or so ago I mentioned here how the authorities have been destroying the older areas of Guangzhou to “celebrate” (or whatever) yet another grandiose sports event on the mainland: The Guangzhou Asian Games. That’s only to be expected; after all there’s nothing like a sports event to spur the mainland government on to undertake city destruction on an enormous scale.

But now it gets worse. Much worse. Last week I was interviewed on the phone by Ming Pao, a Chinese language newspaper in Hong Kong, about my views on the eradication of the Cantonese language. For behold: To “enhance” “national” “harmony” etc. (I’m running out of inverted commas) - the government has decided to close down Cantonese language TV and radio stations. I was too shocked to speak coherently to the poor journalist; I think the gist of what I managed to gurgle forth was “Kill them all!!!”

Yesterday this monumental piece of news finally found its way into English language stalwart the South China Morning Post.

I quote the article in its entirety:

“Cantonese is in trouble in its birthplace.

Already threatened by the influx of migrant workers to Guangdong and unfavourable government policies, the ancient dialect is the target of a recent proposal to switch the language of prime-time TV programmes in Guangzhou to Putonghua as November’s Asian Games approach.

This has triggered a new round of the debate in the province about “cultural strife”: just how much must local ways of life be given up in the name of national unity?

Guangzhou’s People’s Political Consultative Conference submitted a proposal to the local government on Monday urging the city’s main television station, Guangzhou Television (GZTV), to stop broadcasting in Cantonese and switch to Putonghua in prime time on its main channels, the Nanfang Daily reported yesterday.

GZTV has nine channels, and most of its programmes are broadcast in Cantonese - spoken primarily by people in Guangdong, Hong Kong, Macau and some parts of the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region . It is also widely spoken by overseas Chinese around the world.

The proposal says GZTV should use only Putonghua on its two main channels, to cater for Putonghua-speaking visitors and athletes at the Asian Games. (My italics, as are those below) The idea met with strong opposition from Guangzhou residents. But GZTV has decided to go ahead.

Mainland media quoted an unidentified GZTV executive as saying that although some concessions would be made to Putonghua on the two main channels, not much would change overall, as the idea was not popular in the areas to which GZTV broadcasts most.

The Guangzhou PPCC’s own survey last month shows more than 80 per cent of the 30,000 respondents - two-thirds Cantonese-speaking and one-third Putonghua-speaking - opposed the official plan to switch to Putonghua in TV programmes.

When GZTV previously switched some programmes to Putonghua, ratings dropped and it was forced to switch back to Cantonese.

Still, the proposal called for more Putonghua programmes.

With 110 million people, Guangdong has rapidly become the most populous province. But most of the recent increase has been migrant job-seekers, and now half its residents do not speak Cantonese.

Guangzhou, the provincial capital, once spearheaded the mainland’s economic reform. But rivals such as Shanghai and Beijing have caught up and even surpassed it. The dialect seems strange to outsiders.

So local authorities see the Asian Games as a chance to remake Guangzhou’s image and reaffirm its status as one of the mainland’s key cities.

But the cultural preservationists have a voice - a loud one. Some have called for the protection of the dialect, in thousands of online posts against the proposal. They say regional dialects are being swamped by the relentless tide of Putonghua.

There is a two-pronged attack on Cantonese - internal migration on the one hand, and the government policy of a “common language for a unified country and harmonious society” on the other, says Jiang Wenxian , a Chinese-language specialist at Sun Yat-sen University.

The 1982 constitution enshrined Putonghua as the official language. Beijing’s resolve to ensure all Chinese speak it has led to bans on dialects at many radio and television stations. Television stations in Guangdong are allowed to broadcast in Cantonese only because of the proximity of the province to Hong Kong.

“It is national policy to promote Putonghua,” Jiang said. “The government will not stop us from promoting local culture, but it is not going to support us. Guangzhou now boasts 14 million residents, and half of them are new settlers and do not speak any Cantonese.”

But the city’s residents who do, such as clerk Luo Bihua , advocate peaceful coexistence.

“All young people in Guangzhou can speak Putonghua. But the dialect presents the Canton culture. We have to support and use it in daily life,” she said. “There are already dozens of television stations broadcasting in Putonghua on the mainland.

“Please let us enjoy our culture in our hometown.” “

Bastards! But this is not unexpected. While hiding under a cloak of “openness” (reporting outbreaks of deadly diseases only a few months after it became clear they couldn’t be hidden) and a new-found kindness (premier Wen Jiabao patting children on the head and shedding tears during the Sichuan earthquake in 2008) the communist party has never stopped consolidating its grip on power. Many say it has never been more powerful and had more deep-reaching control of what’s going on in the mainland than now.

So it must irk them no end that there are millions of people who, right under their noses, keep speaking a language unintelligible for the dyed-hair, black-suited brigade in Zhongnanhai. Yes of course, many Cantonese speakers are communist party members. But Guangdong has always been a rebellious province going its own way. And that’s dangerous in China.

Now, if everyone were to speak Mandarin and only that, think how much easier it would be to keep them in check?

And so, armed with the excuse of “national harmony” the government has continued its relentless drive to bring everybody to heel. Inner Mongolia, Xinjiang and Tibet, wherever there are Han Chinese, the local people have been forced to learn Mandarin or else.

Now the dreary power-mongers  have cast their hungry eyes on the last outpost of non-conformity: Guangdong.

Only a naive person will believe that this shutting down of the Cantonese-speaking media is for the “benefit” of outsiders during the Asian Games. When the games are over, of course the Mandarin prime time broadcasts will stay firmly in place; then eating their way into the non- prime time slots as well, until there is no Cantonese language broadcasts in the province.

And when that is done, guess what: Hong Kong will be next.

With our dear un-elected useful idiots at the helm, don’t you think we’ll see ever more “Speak Mandarin, you know you want to” campaigns, cloaked in “useful” “good for the economy” “compete with Shanghai” “win-win” meaningless drivel.

Soon we will also, like the mainland, have trains called “Harmony” and Hong Kong government officials singing the praises of dull, un-inventive, communist speech-making, imperialist Mandarin.

Many Hong Kong people have been actively trying to get rid of Cantonese for years, without really being able to speak Mandarin. It used to be English that was top of these self-hating weaklings’ list, now it’s Putong Bloody Hua.

This kind of linguistic and cultural imperialism used to work well in the 18th and 19th centuries.
Nowadays, people know well that just because you can learn to speak one language doesn’t mean you have to ban/look down on/belittle your own.

I’m Norwegian. I learnt English, German and French at school. When I came to China, I learnt Mandarin first, and then Cantonese. Does that mean I should get rid of Norwegian???

What are these people ON?? Oh, I know what. A total power trip.

But it won’t work. Cantonese people in Guangdong will, if anything, crank up the Canto. The more stations that get shut down, the more they will speak their wonderful, ancient but always fresh, vibrant and totally cool language.

For that’s what those fuckers up north have against Cantonese, apart from the fact that it irks them so that they can’t understand it and therefore won’t know if someone is plotting against them, isn’t it.

Cantonese is cool and happening; something Mandarin hasn’t been since 1949.

Swimming In The Dark

NOTE: IT APPEARS THAT THIS STORY ISN’T EXACTLY AS PORTRAYED BY THE MEDIA, SO PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK IN THE COMMENT BELOW AFTER YOU’VE READ IT. MAYBE I SHOULD REMOVE IT ALTOGETHER BUT ANYWAY - THE PAPERS HAD DONE A SLOPPY JOB.

I’ve always found swimming a particularly boring sport; swim, swim, turn around, swim swim - nothing to read, no one to talk to - so I won’t write about that. I just wanted to show off the above photo recently taken near my gaff in sleepy backwater Pui O.

Yes, it’s that (one) time (week) of the year when we can see the islands of the South China Sea!

As always, I wish it was all year long, except when it’s foggy, which is also spectacular in its own way.

No, what I wanted to mention was an incident from Britain, or BritStan as it will soon be known. There, a town council is so afraid of being beheaded or called racists, that they immediately caved when some muslims ordered them to blacken the windows in the new town swimming pool so that the muslim women swimming there (no doubt on their own special “Only Muslim No Dirty Kuffar” day of the week) would “keep their modesty.”

I know, I’ve got to stop writing about these incredibly dreary people! It’s just that the news keep ticking in at a rate of about 20 a day, each its own little red warning sign of the islamic future these desert throwbacks have dreamed up for us all. The most worrisome thing was that the worker who helped blackening the windows says: “We had no choice.” Oh, really? Is it: protect the muslims’ modesty, or … die? Because that seems to be the thing with these people, doesn’t it. “Stop making films quoting scriptures from the qur’an, or die. Stop drawing cartoons depicting a desert warrior from 1400 years ago, or die. Stop writing books revealing the truth about us - or die.”

So the ordinary, many of them elderly, people, in that community, complain that swimming in the dark doesn’t really cut it for them. One, they can’t see anything. Their sight may already be not so hot. One of them even likens the newly darkened swimming pool to her sight before she had her cataracts dealt with.

And two - well, if you compare the photos above - which one is really most attractive for an activity like swimming? I mean, for a person who enjoys swimming, naturally. Not for a person who wants to pull down a curtain on all that’s enjoyable, life-giving and sane.

The people in the article complain to the newspaper journalist who’s come to interview them that day. But apart from that, what’s their reaction? Probably they will react by not going to the pool.

What they don’t do, being British and shy and kind and polite, is kick up a storm of protest. But that’s what they should be doing if you ask me. They should protest, scream, threaten and shout, pretty much in the same way as these misogynistic, anti-democracy, child-molesting tent-wearers do whenever something happens that they feel “offended” by - like when people exercise they right to free speech by criticising them. Or drawing a - horrors! cartoon.

Covering up windows in a public swimming pool. Give me a break! If these people are so dead set on protecting their “modesty,” shouldn’t they just stay home and take a bath in the comfort of their own windowless bathroom?

This is just another in a long, never-ending row of events which shows that whenever special rights are given to muslims in the areas they have decided to colonise settle, no matter how much the non-muslims are inconvenienced, they’ll just demand more, more and ever more. And the dhimmispolitically correct politicians just keep giving it to them, no questions asked.

Dear Brits: It’s time you stopped being so nice and afraid of offending the people who want to harm you. The more you give, the more you’ll lose. And they will never stop with their demands before they have reached their goal: Darkened swimming pools for all. Followed by: No swimming pools.

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid? Or Just the Normal Level of Afraid?

After having been anti everything in my youth and after “careful consideration” (no, not Hong Kong government speak for “glancing at a piece of paper, then chucking it”) I have come to think that nuclear power isn’t so bad. At least not compared to no electricity or electricity powered by coal.

Then again, when an atomic reactor is based on the mainland, a place where for example 40 companies can get together and decide to start manufacturing powdered baby milk without an ounce of nutrition - well, then I don’t embrace the idea of nuclear with the required amount of enthusiasm.

And now there has been an “incident” in Daya Bay, our nuclear neighbour 50 kilometres from Hong Kong; an incident of which no-one knows the severity. No one except the mainland authorities and CLP, that is. So, bearing in mind the impressive track record of openness in these two entities (we still remember CLP’s effort to permanently ruin Pui O beach by laying a cable to Cheung Chau a few years ago: The notification of that was an A5 size piece of paper sello-taped to a telephone pole on the far end of the beach) I think we should be thankful to be told of it not even one month after it happened.

But, as both the trustworthy mainland authorities and CLP can assure us: It’s nothing! A trifle. Not worth mentioning - that’s why nobody’s mentioned it. Nothing, just something about an improperly sealed fuel rod and an “insignificant” increase in radiation … and then there was the tiny matter of whether said rod was manufactured in France or on the mainland. Shall I venture a guess?

Between May 23rd and today, they are still talking about a “likely cause.” Does that mean they haven’t investigated it, hoping nobody would notice? One can speculate. And one will speculate. And maybe there will be the sacking of a low-ranking official and some full-page adverts from China Light and Power-Power in local newspapers showing shiny children playing in a meadow with some cows looking fondly on: “CLP Power: Openness. Progress. Power. Light. Future. Care. Family. And You. Because You Deserve It.”

That’s my guess. And being an optimist and with only 20 years of studying the Chinese government, I’d say we should, as always, shut up and keep making money. Like Mao said during the days when China didn’t even have a billion people: “We can afford to lose 400 million.”

Hooray For Geert Wilders!

His Freedom Party just won 23 mandates in the Dutch elections, going from almost a non-entity to the third biggest party on the slogan: Less Crime, Less Immigration, Less Islam. Let’s hope he remains fearless in the face of stupidity, ignorance and the idiotic multi-culturalist stranglehold that’s choking Europe to death. Let’s also hope the other European countries will follow suit.

Soon he’ll be on trial for speaking the truth. It would be ironic but not the least surprising if he was indeed put in the slammer for saying out loud what so many people are too cowardly to say: Enough with the islamisation! Then again, decapiphobia, the fear of being beheaded, is a force to be reckoned with…

In this video we learn that half of the muslims in the Netherlands sympathise with the 9/11 attacks, and 60% think Dutch women have too much freedom, too many rights. Not the “tiny minority” that everybody’s always blathering about, or what?

We Con the World

Soon I’ll post one of my own videos again. Until then, here’s a little ditty to brighten up a grey morning.
P.S. It’s being ironic.

Thank God! Civil Engineers Rescuing Us From Nature Menace Again

It has been touch and go for a while on Hong Kong’s so-called green lung Lantau Island. After pressure from some misguided, evidently brainwashed individuals, HK’s civil engineering, drainage, concrete, railing, transport and environmental protection etc. departments, were forced to plant bushes and trees, as well as some grass, on dangerous slopes along the South Lantau road, to cover - wait for it - CONCRETE!  a few years ago.

 

Naturally, this has irked all those gallant and hard-working engineers no end. How can anyone see the fruits of their incessant efforts to put food on the tables of engineers and create work for local company Yick Hing when it’s all covered up?

The whole of the South Lantau road would, by rights, have looked like this:

if it hadn’t been for the moans of those insane greenies, who rambled on about concreted hillsides being an “eyesore.” That’s right, they were talking about beautiful, pure, no-insect harbouring concrete.

Now that particular tide is thankfully turning. Only last week there was a complaint, yes, a complaint in the SCMP about rocks on Lamma Island being covered in concrete, with that misinformed moaner saying the rocks had been there “since the beginning of time.” What - he’s never heard of statistics?
If they’ve been there since the beginning of time, it can only mean that they will start not being there any moment.
And now the lunatic green fundamentalists are finally getting their comeuppance. Last week the engineers from the various departments, encouraged by their success on Lamma, started taking back the South Lantau road, restoring it to its former splendour.

Removing trees, shrubbery and other growths in which all sorts of animal and insect menace inevitably will lurk, engineers, assisted, as always, by tireless Yick Hing, have brought those rocks clinging precariously to the cliff-face out in daylight anew, and covered them in concrete - only in the nick of time. In only another
20 000 years those rocks would have moved several millimetres, leading to untold misery for motorists and other civilians.

Concrete. Your vanguard against nature.

Depraved Teenager Gets What She Deserves

Saudi court sentences 13 year old girl to 90 lashes (no, not eyelashes but being beaten with a whip by grown men in uniform) for - wait for it: Bringing her mobile to school. Wow. Justice prevails, eh?

That girl should count herself lucky. She could have been gang-raped by four policemen or something, which would have resulted in death by stoning - for her.

Saudi, lovely Saudi. This is the country western, so-called democratic countries are fawning over, inviting its leaders into their banquet halls and presidential palaces, hanging on its every word while it spews its oil-money into funding muslim terrorism around the world.

Even North Korea seems attractive compared to Saudi Arabia, but then it’s just a poor country with only the threat of nuclear weapons to back it up. The Saudis have all that lovely cash, that shiny, shiny oil. Yes, we certainly must respect those cultural values, admire that religion of peace.

Please Explain …

There are so many things I don’t understand. Take these riots and counter-riots in Xinjiang province, for example. Xinjiang, as everybody knows, is, has always been and will always be part of China. Just like Tibet, Taiwan and Inner Mongolia. Therefore the people who live there must be Chinese, right?

So why is it that the Han Chinese who went on a rampage in Urumqi yesterday armed with “metal pipes, wooden clubs and machetes” according to the South China Morning Post, say they have to “unite and rise up for their country?” It sounds a bit weird seeing they are in their country fighting people who are them?

But if the people they are fighting against/with are NOT Chinese, what are then those people doing in a place that is, has always been and will always be part of China? That means those people, not being Chinese, have elbowed their way in, temporarily displaced the many Chinese who must have been living there seeing it is, has always etc. and mischievously claimed the province for themselves?

If that is indeed the case, small wonder the indignant Chinese feel like “second-class citizens in their own country.” Just like in Tibet, presumably. 

Yes if that is indeed the case, how suppressed and marginalised the Chinese must feel, stuck as they are in offices and shops and oil-fields all over Xinjiang, doomed to a life of making money while the lazy Uyghurs spend their days dancing and singing around the melon markets, keeping up their quaint little traditions. The Chinese gave those ingrates everything dammit, and look at them now!

Some people are never satisfied. 

Or something. No, I don’t understand it.

Politeness Rules (O.K.)

Within two and a half minutes of starting to read today’s South China Morning Post, south-east Asia’s biggest outdoor sitting bronze English language newspaper, I’ve already had to shake my head at the following news: Father throws his 14 month old son out the window after argument with wife. Gunman kills eight in nursing home because pissed off with estranged wife. Pakistani militants kill 11 and wound 90 at police academy because … ? who knows. Something to do with wife or lack thereof, to be sure.

This is just a few moments of letting my eyes glide lightly over the pages, mind you. I’m sure I will find more when I start reading properly . So in view of these and worse things going on everywhere, every day, how can someone call me rude because I don’t engage in incessant, time wasting small talk?

I called a friend and got straight to the point; it was something that was of benefit to her. In mid-news she interrupted me, saying: How are you. Not “How are you?” as a question, but as a resigned, long-suffering statement. How are you. Sigh. 

I’ve known this woman for 15 years so why do we have to go through this rigmarole - we know who the other one is and generally what is happening. If something was wrong or fantastic, that’s what the phone call would be about! But no. We are British, so we must say it. How are you. 

As a Norwegian living in Hong Kong, I don’t know why I have to follow British social rules. Surely it can’t be that they think they still own the English language and everything in it?

Yes yes, it’s “nice” and blah blah, and I’m sure it is among strangers, but why do we have to start from square one, as it were, when we’ve known each other for ages? And here is the funny thing: The people who most insist on saying and having other people say How are you. Sigh. are the ones who would be absolutely appalled if you actually told them! 

“How are you. Sigh.”

“Actually I’ve been feeling really down since my mother died.”

“That’s nice. Oh, is that the time. Got to go - byeeeeee”

They want to know how you are, but not how you are! Only “fine” is allowed as an answer. So if they already know that, why ask? And if you’re not fine but can’t say it, why do you have to go through this enforced lying? I think being forced to lie is demoralising at best. You start by always saying “fine” when you’re not and before you know it you’re shooting up in dark alleyways, pimping out your grandmother.

Actually, I tried it once a couple of years ago. You know, asking someone how he was. It was an Australian I’d been introduced to a week before so I vaguely remembered his face. I’d just been told off for being rude so thought I’d give it a go.

“Hi D, how are you!” I struggled out.

“Oh mate, I have this boil on the side of my neck! Look, I’ve just come back from the doctor. Yeah, I had to have it lanced eh! It’s really bloody painful ” etc etc. 

He can’t have read The Rules about How are you-ing. So after that I’ve never said it and always evaded the question unless I really am fine, so I won’t have to lie. We have so little time, so many things to do … why waste time on vacuous questions that you can’t even answer honestly?