Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2008

A Thousand People in the Street

Yesterday I walked out of a job interview and into the middle of a protest.
China Sucks, Taiwan is not For Sale, Keep Taiwan FREE
It's hard to tell from my pictures, but there were hundreds of people.
Note the big red star commie boot crushing Taiwan's government behind the flag
Everyone wave at the white lady with a camera.
The Democratic Progressive Party (pro-independence party) is mad at the Kuomintang (the party in power) because they think they're bending too much to Beijing.

It was a poignant thing to watch, especially when it occurred to me that if Taiwan were part of China today this march would never have been allowed.
Police observing the demonstration
Freedom is a blessing. Count your lucky stars if you live somewhere where you can say what you think.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

What to call the children of Taiwan?

I was warned before we left the States not to talk local politics. Tina said in Taiwan people only talk politics with fellow party mates. Back home most of us would prefer to talk only with fellow party mates since we're all convinced the other side is a dangerous lot of misinformed charlatans. However, my girlfriends and I can trade "Obamaphile" and "Palin-ho" barbs and still love each other dearly. That's probably because in the U.S. our politics revolve around little things like taxes, health care and immigration. None of us disagree on something so crucial as what country it is that we're living in.

If that were a point of contention in America, our national legislative sessions might be more akin to the parliamentary smackdowns Taiwan has. Taiwan has two mainstream political parties: the Democratic Progressive Party which is pro independence, and the Kuomintang which seeks eventual reunification with the mainland. Beijing considers Taiwan a renegade province of the People's Republic of China.

At the FCC meeting I attended, a reporter leaving Taiwan for a job in Beijing told a story about riding in cabs in Taipei. She talked about chatting up cab drivers and how they would say, "Oh your Chinese is so good, how long have you lived in China?" And she would always reply, "I've never lived in China, I've only lived in Taiwan."

"How long did it take to get thrown out of the cab?" someone else quipped.

It was a joke, but that's how deep it runs. Some here object to the National Palace Museum on grounds it's too Chinese-centric, that Taiwan should be concerned with its own culture. And plenty of people here wish to be called "Taiwanese" not "Chinese."

That brings me to my moment of in-classroom political idiocy: I was talking to my students about national origins (e.g. "He is from America. He is American." "He is from Thailand. He is Thai) when I got to Taiwan.

"And you, my students, you are from Taiwan. So you are uhh... Taiwanese, right?" The moment I said it, I wished I hadn't. My 11-year-olds tilted their heads to the side, looking confused. No one corrected me, but no one readily agreed either.

Politics aside, it wasn't accurate. Here Taiwanese refers to aboriginal groups and Chinese native to the island prior to the end of World War 2, when 2 million mainlanders fled to Taiwan. Those people are Chinese, not Taiwanese. It's an ethnic distinction.

I am from America. I'm American. My students are from Taiwan. They are ... going to have to figure out the rest on their own. And if they're lucky, their teacher wont inflict them with more of her ignorance, or at least no more than they're used to from her.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Parliamentary Smack-Down

One more reason I have to be excited about Taiwan: Looks like we Americans could learn much from democracy practiced Taiwan-style. I can think of plenty of politicians I’d like to punch in the face. But I’d consider becoming one with the promise of actually getting to jump my enemies.


I hereby propose a petition for Obama v. Palin in the Capitol rotunda (Mac Attack is just too dang old). My money is on the moose hunter.