Dearest family and fellow fighters for freedom in Hong Kong,
I must apologise to you all first and foremost for having left you alone in this fight against injustice. The guilt and shame of having somehow exonerated myself from this turmoil and fled kill me every day - I must have left behind a piece of my soul in Hong Kong to redeem itself.
Ever since I can remember, father has always strived to strike a man out of me: 'I'm not asking for you to understand everything; what I'm asking if that you don't understand nothing!' His words still ring in my ears today; I still remember how he wielded the old clothes hanger with trembling hands, and how his eyes were brimming with tears. I was a difficult child, and never quite understood how he could be so stern with his son. But as I grew up, I began to see why: he was teaching me to stand up to injustice and fight for what is right. Isn’t this exactly the case with Hong Kong today? How could anyone still turn a blind eye to all that is undue and unjust?
Dear family, all is fine with me in Taiwan, please don’t worry. I will take good care of myself, and live up to father’s teachings and your expectations.
I will and can never forget those days in Admiralty: how threads of tear smoke snaked up into the air; the endless sea of black and yellow that filled up Harcourt Road; the determined look in the protester’s eyes… Adrenaline rose, amplifying the pounding of my own pulse until it resonated within the soundscape of the battlefield, and fleshing out every breath as it crashed into the thick air. I revisit this scene every night - my dreams consist of a cacophony of the broken chants of the protest slogans, the cries for help of the injured, the siren of ambulances, and the sound of gunshots that emblematise tyranny; I can even smell the acidic tear gas in my sleep. I am locked and grounded in this perpetuity of nightmares, never to be released.
This resistance movement was born from a moral calling. The more indifferent the authorities, the louder our outcry. And yet for me, I found the will and courage to fight from the belief that I was abiding with justice, even if it places me on the edge of the law and even if it means death.
'Remember that you are the only light in this darkness.' What Hong Kong has displayed to the world is not the coldbloodedness of our Government nor the abhorrent crimes of our police force, but each one of us ablaze and shining as a beacon of humanity through the darkest of hours.
But flames are easily snuffed by the strong hands of dictatorship. On this path to truth and freedom, there is neither a beginning nor an end. Perhaps it is time for us to free ourselves from the chains of dogmatism and shake off the fear of our lack of bargaining counters. All we can do now is to give it one best go with all we have at attaining what we deserve. We must do this on our own, but we must also have faith in our time and believe that our spirit will be bequeathed, for ‘where there is injustice, there is resistance’.
I went to visit the Lennon Walls around Taiwan earlier with the thought that I must have already desensitised to the emotional blows that they bring. But seeing our Taiwanese friends queuing up to attach their memo notes in support of our cause, and bowing in tribute to our martyrs and fallen heros, I found my face laced with tears yet again. I couldn't even cry out loud - all the emotions had to be contained behind the mask that I wore to conceal my identity, and be compressed into a quiet weep. What more can we do?
The Taiwan-Hong Kong Grand Parade is going to take place this Sunday in Taiwan. In the face of our homeland being lashed with blood and tears, the least that we can do from abroad is to step up in solidarity with Hong Kong along with our Taiwanese friends.
Hong Kongers, I can confidently tell you that the people of Taiwan fully sympathises with your ideas and actions. Please know that the world is with you in this war between the free world and totalitarianism. We have the world on our side, and they will never let us stand alone.
What Hong Kong needs now is a complete reformation of the sociopolitical system - this is our only way out. May we see through to the day our beautiful city is reborn.
Hong Kong is forever the one and only home to Hong Kongers - and thus I am not an exile abroad, but a traveller who has left to return. I need to thank all and everyone of you fighters at home. I promise to never give up on myself while I am away, and to always fight alongside you. The day will come when we meet at the ‘bottom of the pot’ - mask-free.
Until then, my friends.
A Hong Kong protester