Opinion / Karina Tsui
Scale of the problem
I spotted my former piano teacher among protesters in Hong Kong’s central business district this week. “How did you recognise me?” he said nervously, readjusting his mask. He added that he was on his way to lunch but the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. While we were speaking, hundreds around us – black-clad youths and white-collared financiers alike – were shuffling barricades made from bricks and bamboo into the road in an attempt to disrupt traffic. Such scenes have become a daily occurrence; protests, once reserved for weekends and occasional evenings are bleeding into the heart of the working week. Some might have woken up on Monday anticipating business as usual but violence has erupted at universities and commercial areas across the city.
Seeing the diversity of people on the streets has taken me back to 1 July. On that day nearly two million Hong Kongers marched peacefully to demand the “high degree of autonomy” they were promised exactly 22 years earlier, when the city transitioned from UK rule. These days such moving, hopeful displays are harder to come by.
Tonight many sleep-deprived Hong Kongers will head home anticipating another weekend of havoc – and I’ll be preparing my audio recorder to cover another piece of history in the making. But I’m less hopeful than I was in the summer. The violence has escalated and started to overshadow the original cause. What’s worse, there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight.