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20160218

Atsuna: Hong Kong Kids and Chinese Wolves

Hong Kong Kids and Chinese Wolves
Translated by Samuel L., edited by Karen L., written by Atsuna
Original: http://www.passiontimes.hk/article/02-01-2016/28483/ 

(The fact is, wolves will not get along with sheep.)

"Chinese Wolves and Taiwanese Sheep" was once a popular topic in Taiwan. Some grumpy old scumbags criticized the sheepish mercy in the Taiwanese youngsters to be unable to combat the wolfish brutality of mainland Chinese. Such wolfish brutality means the aggressive, greedy and cruel features in the new generation of mainland Chinese due to fierce competition.

Chinese kids will probably defeat Hong Kong kids easily as well, for such cruelty to achieve with whatever it takes can never be nurtured in playgroups or interest groups. As China opens up the policy for the second child, primary school kids there found an "Anti-Younger-Siblings Alliance" in order not to let their positions, pampered by their parents, be challenged by younger brothers or sisters. Some even put their lives on the line and force their parents to get an abortion. Cheating has always been rife in the Gaokao, the China University Entrace Exam. Girls may bribe or even prostitute themselves (See Laroussi Oueslati's case) for an overseas diploma. No matter how Hong Kong kids "do supplementary exercises day and night", they will always "lose at the starting line" in face of the Chinese wolves' cruelty.

Living in an environment where strong backgrounds and "guanxi" (Translator's notes: it is a Chinese term of "connections".) dominate, Chinese are taught by nature to live with cruelty. But can Hong Kong mothers really look on with a sense of indifference? They may be concerned and understand that it is no longer easy to succeed in Hong Kong. But Hongkongers always have a tinge of naivety. Nowadays, many Hong Kong kids have become far busier than full-time employees as their parents still believe this is the Hong Kong they know -- as long as one can graduate from an elite school, it doesn't matter if children sacrifice their bit of childhood training to be smarties, because it will redeem them a pleasant future.

But consider this: among the management personnel in local international banks, law chambers and financial institutions, there have been full of "second-generation rich" and "second-generation officials". As stated in editorial A Hong Kong That Leaves No Place For The Next Generation, even if you are graduated from Harvard, Stanford, Oxford or Cambridge and have earned a ticket to well-known companies, without the label of blue blood or billionaires, you will never be able to beat the heirs of communist capital. It is nothing about your ability but your lack of "guanxi". Naturally, more and more post-80s bankers choose to give up their well-paid jobs and open small shops instead.

Although Japan never has to contend with those Chinese wolves, the future of the younger generation there is as pessimistic as our Hong Kong kids. Masahiro Yamada writes in his book The Hope-Disparity Society (Kibou Kakusa Shakai) that Japanese education system is just like a pipeline system. Based on their examination skills, each and every one are distributed to different "pipes", namely industrial high schools, short-term universities, university research institutes, etc. But as the supply of graduates being much larger than its demand, reaching the finishing line does not guarantee a bright future -- some might end up as salespersons though their effort in school. Besides, there is also differences in risk among the pipelines. In particular, they may all be university students, while those from the medical schools bear the least risk, those from engineering and nursing are rather safe, and arts students are facing the highest risk.

The wealthy and visionary parents will probably guide their kids to the safest route, avoiding pipelines with cracks and leakages so as to secure them the seats of promising future and continue the reputation in the family. But for the poor Hong Kong dads and moms, even if they exhaust themselves as much as they can to push their kids into the Ivy League schools, the pipelines they're in -- the post-1997 environment -- are with flaws. In other words, they are no longer made locally, but in China. The less unfortunate ones may manage to escape from the lead-tainted water -- moral and national education or using Putonghua to teach Chinese Language Subject -- it's only a matter of time for the knockoff pipelines to expire. However much effort has been made, it would not beat those with communist-way-to-deal-with-communist-defect, and thus ends up spilling out of the pipelines midway.

The new generation Hong Kong dads and moms are "experts" in examination. That means, they will not bother you as long as you provide them with the rules. Why? All they know is to try getting the job done, and never doubt whether the rules are right or the other way. People with black eyes and black hair are Chinese? Not Everyone's mother-tongue is Cantonese so we should use Putonghua to teach Chinese instead? Prof. Johannes Chan fails to be promoted as the Communist hates him? Why should I care? These are not problems to the simple-minded moms and dads, and they could utter things like "that is what the textbooks tell... memorise it will do", "being trilingual can get a decent job", and "my kids getting into HKU is all I care!".

They are submissive enough to forget a simple fact: when we change our principle at our home and submit to the devouring Chinese wolves, it equals to giving them a message to pushing it. Telling people off in the park for speaking Cantonese like a master scolding a servant. Sound familiar? Hong Kong dads and moms spend time, money and effort they have to bring their kids up from this hell of competition. The rules yet breaks down day by day, becoming more unfair, more irrelevant to competence. They remain paying no regard to it, forcing their kids to win this game, which destines their failure.

I once asked my friends who teach in a band-3 school if they ever feel disheartened when teaching the most disobedient group of students? He teased the fact that they would only be able to enjoy these last few years and thus he would simply tolerate them. Most of the Hong Kong kids may be able to endure the hard life and not "die from overwork" due to myriad of assignments and  "interest groups", but they live a life more desperate than those of the band-3 students. When one's endeavour is rewarded, it presents hope. But if it's the otherwise, desperation instead will replace hope. At least the band-3 students can enjoy a few years of freedom, while most of the drained Hong Kong kids fail to gain the reward they are entitled to.

Overwork kills, so does desperation. Yet, in this society where the cart is put before the horse, the youth shall be blamed for having a low resilience. They say, all these efforts make the kids "win at the starting line". What a joke! It is apparently "dying at the starting line". 

20160110

Atsuna: Grumpy Old Fart's Sophomoric Chunibyo

Grumpy Old Fart's Sophomoric Chunibyo
Translated by Chen-t'ang 鎮棠, written by Atsuna


There are some kinds of "seniors" in the Chinese society:

1 - Some kind of old, grumpy bitches who compare your height, exam results, salary, relationship, marriage, your son, or your relative's son. They tread on others and, therefore, gain happiness.

2 - Some authoritative old farts who have their own opinion. They might not be fans of Chirs Chung, but are usually fans of the Democratic Party, holding "Greater China" thoughts. Some might even say that Raymond Wong Yuk-man still belongs to the People's Power, yet they will say "fighting for universal suffrage without screening" is too naive. Innocence is not the most unbearable thing, but rather, their sophomoric Chunibyo tone when they speak to you. Chunibyo is a Japanese phrase referring silly and arrogant behaviour during one's adolescence. Yet many know-it-all adults in their 50s or 60s are still that silly.

There isn't unprovoked love in the world, nor is there unprovoked faux pas. Behind those authoritative old farts, there are usually ordinary Hong Kong stories: a young grassroots movement benefitted from education reform and had witnessed the years when Hong Kong's economy flourished and China opened up. Hongkongers only needed to do so-called comprador work and laugh all the way to the bank. Some may have even gained their status because of the brain drain of the 1990s. They believe that the only reason for their success is "personal effort", instead of believing that the era helped them. There is a saying: "survival of the fittest". Those who succeeded might not be the best, but rather the fittest who followed the trend of the era.

In Chinese society, "premature youngsters" are sinned. Lin Yu-tang wrote this in his book, My Country and My People (1935):
The Chinese have a certain contempt for young enthusiasm and for new brooms that will sweep this universe clean. By laughing at that enthusiasm and at the belief that everything is possible in this world, Chinese society teaches the young to hold their tongues while their elders are speaking early on.
And even though the society is by no means similar to that era, Hong Kong is still very traditional overall. When students had a class strike for universal suffrage, what we earned was the nonchalant irony from those who had failed to guard Hong Kong, saying things like "If the undergrads want to make sacrifices, they shall quit the universities... Most Hongkongers do not want to be against Beijing, this is not good for Hong Kong." When they are old, they have nothing to be ashamed of. They do not want to be decent men themselves, and neither do they allow "the new brooms" to be decent. No wonder Lu Xun said Chinese people are "on a whim from their old age until their death - they have to occupy roads of youngsters, and breathe all the air of youngsters".

Lee Tien-ming, a philosophist, once said: "Everyone has his adolescence, if he is not dead; everyone loses his teenage years, if everything is well. After all, one should not be proud of his age, unless he has no other things to be proud of; and one should not feel inferior, unless this inferiority can help you forget other heavier inferiorities." This can be applied to those who think that they are young enough, and those who think that they are old enough.