It is no surprise that 2020 is a year of awakening. The 2019 Bush fires set ablaze Australia. Last week in amidst of a pandemic, America is ablaze with rage over another murder of a black man in the hands of yet another policeman.
A message popped up the group chat with a video of a police man kneeling his knee on the neck of an African-American man
‘I can’t breathe’ “Mama” “Mama” “Please stop”, he pleaded, while he gasped for air.
Bystanders on the side pleading the officer to get off him.
“His nose is bleeding.” “Please get off him.”
Until one bystander pointed out, ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
After a few minutes, the arrested stopped breathing. Pleas escalated into desperate cries.
“Check his pulse.”
A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and a man’s lifeless body carried onto a stretcher. The video cuts there.
The deceased black man was George Floyd, and he is the catalyst of the ongoing protests and riot in all major American cities and around the world at this very moment. His killer is Derek Chauvin. There was three other police officer, including Asian- American did not intervene or stop Derek.
It’s been eight years since I went back to Shanghai. It was as if time stopped and rewind itself back to 2010.
To the West, China is the semi-Orwellian superstate that has a knack for intense control over information. It presumed (by the West) that China’s tantalising soft influence will inevitably push their “tyrannical” agenda onto Australian politicians and brainwash them into puppets of their unworldly agenda. An impending superpower- in-training who is destined to surpass the US one day and strikes fear into the West. The list of idiosyncratic allegations goes on. Despite the West’s exaggerated portrayal of China in the media, it was the homeland of my birth givers, by default my home too.
Several events followed since my last visit in 2010; I’ve graduated from high school, got accepted into my dream course, Journalism at University of Canberra, got my first taste of emancipation and lived independently for a year, decided transfer back to Sydney, covered multiple events for Star Central Magazine, worked for the United Nations as an media assistant, became a “weeaboo” when I worked as the Public Relations and Community assistant at SMASH!, had multiple different part-time jobs to support my way through University–all them were short-lived, went to Mongolia for a Journalism placement and finally, I graduated with BMedia from UNSW.