I cry for my city.

I was never the political activist and nor have I ever been one to know or care about politics. I was taught since I was small that politics is dirty. And what is happening now in my hometown has just proven so.

From the tear gas on Sept. 28, to now, I really couldn't believe my eyes. Triad members and pro-chinese activists attacking peaceful students and protestors. Police' leniency on them and their arrest of injured pro-democracy protestors. 

The police force that is supported by the taxpayers are not doing its duty. The government who should be on our side, to fight for our wellbeing is not on our side right now. With the world's eyes on the Hong Kong government and the police force, the fires of tear gas is a definite 'no no'. So now what? Nothing other than unleashing the triad mobs to thrash the scenes. Or have the police sit crossed-armed and release attackers, escorting pro-china activists to taxis. Yes, I bet that's the way to do it.

I can't believe people would sell their future and their children's future for $500 HKD, and go around attacking protestors, pushing over barricades, harassing female demonstrators and smashing people in the groins.

I do understand that Hong Kong is a part of China, and I personally recognize my identity as a Chinese. I do not want independence. I am Chinese. It is in my blood. What I want, however, is democracy, and I want my fellow citizens and fighters to be safe and sound. I do not wish to see violence and blood and people getting hurt. I want to have their voices, our  voices heard and listened to.

I cry for my city. I have never felt so strongly about my home and my people. I have never wanted to be home this bad to witness all this madness and stand in line with my peers against the suppression from both the Chinese and Hong Kong governments, to voice our demands for democracy. And I wish, with all my heart, all my might, that we will get what we are fighting for, because this may possibly be our last stance.