By: B Goode
The worst thing you could do during Chinese New Year was to ask Singaporeans about death.
I remember a friend’s son who worked in the Civil Defence. When he wanted to get married, he suggested using an SCDF ambulance as the bridal car because he thought it was cool. He almost got disowned.
In fact, asking kiasi Singaporeans whether they will die for anything is like asking whether Donald Trump’s hair is real.
We are a nation that has embodied kiasism and make it into a fine artform. We are simply afraid to die.
Pedantry aside (WTF is We Are Majulah? – asks the Mak Chik), if you asked me whether I’d die for Singapore, I’d say: `must die one meh?’
I’d work hard for Singapore. I’d be law abiding. I’d pay my taxes and the ERP and the COE and the CPF and promised not to kill the neighbourhood stray cats. Heck I’d even vote for the PAP.
But the moment I felt that my life was being threatened, I’d run. Why shouldn’t I?
Because I don’t have the confidence that my neighbours, and friends and colleagues and the politicians would stay and fight. If even Ministers’ children could have dual-citizenships, why should I be stupid to stay on? To protect the new citizens who wouldn’t have taken our passports if they had to serve NS, or who took our passports as a jumping stone to another country?
No thank you.
Even the Policemen during the Little India riots were afraid to die.
We have a government that for years have been preaching and practising pragmatism; dollars and cents politics at the expense of ideals. Hell to the Nature Reserve because building an MRT line through it is $2 billion cheaper.
Tell me again. What ideals am I supposed to fight for?
Democracy? Freedom? Money? What?
If those were the ideals, I could find them in some other countries.
For my family? Nah. They’ll be flying out with me.
So it is not about whether we will die for Singapore. It is about not having to make that decision at all.
If we have to make a choice, the choice will be obvious.
Nothing in Singapore, as it is now, is worth dying for.