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YOUR VIEW: I'm not ashamed of being gay, but I'm ashamed to be Singaporean
This time next week, I will be marking my second anniversary in starting a new life--and living a new dream -- in Canada. Two years ago, I stuffed all my belongings into just two trolley bags and traveled 22 hours halfway across the world. I would have traded a comfortable home, a nice car and an established career for an uncertain future in a distant land. Many have asked me why -- and so, I shall reply. Sure, I had a choice. I could have chosen to stay; to wait for a revolution in societal norms; to hope against hope that uber-conservative Singapore mans up to its pledge and "build a democratic society based on justice and equality". But see, here's the thing. I'm gay. I'm not ashamed of it, not by a long shot. What I am ashamed of, however, is being part of a country that has the temerity to decry another country's human rights records, while at the same time making homosexuality a criminal offence. I am ashamed to be associated with a Government that boasts of its democratic freedoms while outlawing public assembly. I am ashamed to walk amongst a people who are so widely traveled and yet so parochial, so narrow-minded and so infuriatingly judgmental. In short, I am ashamed to be a Singaporean. True, Canada might not do as well as Singapore economically. True, its healthcare system is not near as perfect compared to Singapore's. True, the weather there can be bitingly cold and miserable in winter. True, I have no friends, no home, no job waiting. But Canada has one precious thing Singapore doesn't -- its belief in human dignity. I have been to Canada just once, for all of three weeks. Yet those 20 days were the happiest days of my life. For the first time in a long, long time (the only other time being in Cambridge, England), I experienced true freedom -- the freedom to be myself, without having to suffer the backward glances, the rude remarks and the incessant gossips. I breathed -- freely and deeply -- the air of acceptance and of respect. In those few short days, I learnt what years of education in Singapore's vaulted education system was unable -and unwilling -- to teach: that a truly First World country embraces its citizenry, especially the marginalised. Canada in three weeks gave me what Singapore in 30 years couldn't -- a sense of belonging. So yes, I am leaving. Not because Canada has more to offer in terms of material well-being, but because it
welcomed me once -- not as a foreign talent but as a fellow human being on this road we call Life -- and I sincerely believe, it will welcome me again. I'm finally going Home -- to where I really belong -- to the great North strong and free.
This is not all. The pursuit for economic growth and prosperity is done, always keeping people in mind, and people at the heart of the plans. Progressive taxes helped to support programmes for the lower income, including the Com Care and Public Assistance schemes, so that those in dire states will not be left behind, un-helped and forgotten. I remember this girl from my university who met with a car accident and suffered severe head trauma, requiring multiple surgeries and recuperation programmes. Her family was not rich and could not afford the medical bills, nor did they have any insurance. But I remember that social worker who came to the hospital and helped her dad through the various procedures, suggesting to him one scheme after another, to aid with the payment. Her bills ended up heavily subsidised and she is now completely well. The budget of the government this year was described as a Robin Hood budget, with many programmes aiming at helping the less fortunate, the elderly and those trapped in the lower economic strata. Stiglitz wrote in his piece that the Singapore government weighed in, gently, on the bargaining between workers and firms, tilting the balance towards the group with less economic power in sharp contrast to the United States, where the rules of the game have shifted power away from labour and toward capital, especially during the past three decades. Singapore is not a nanny state, neither is she a completely money-first-and-only state. As a small country, we can only depend on economic growth to sustain our heavy spending in social development. In the past year, I sense a greater step of change in governance in Singapore and I applaud the many programmes aiming to help close the inequality gap. In my opinion, it is better for the government to acknowledge the problem of inequality and attempt to do something about it through its various policies, rather than to conveniently avoid the issue and stubbornly pursue growth at the expense of its people. Drawing correlations to my teacher Mrs. Chans wise words, Singaporeans have been taught to fish, through education and the culture of saving up. More so, the government provides a fishing rod to those who had lost theirs, and free or subsidised tuition lessons for those who had forgotten how to fish. Perhaps income inequality will never really be truly eradicated, but we should always try to lessen this and I believe the government is doing its best.