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Don't forget the Hong Kong that once welcomed mainlanders

Geoffrey Somers says instead of spreading devastation, the maligned 'locusts' today spread wealth

PUBLISHED : Saturday, 06 October, 2012, 12:00am
UPDATED : Saturday, 06 October, 2012, 8:41am
 

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The Cantonese have a gloriously biting sense of humour, especially when it comes to describing people they don't necessarily admire. In the bad old days of corruption in the police force, one of the "hungriest" bribe-takers was the notorious Superintendent Peter Fitzroy Godber, who was dubbed the "Curry King" because "nothing was too hot for him". And a crusty police chief with one eye smaller than the other was "20 cents and 50 cents".

All of which brings us to the "locust song", a searingly derogatory ditty targeted at the hordes of mainlanders crowding our streets, shops, transport and especially our housing market.

The following is a familiar scenario in posh jewellery shops: the salesman is trying to sell a HK$20,000 gold watch to a mainlander. The customer flouts bilingual "No smoking" signs and puffs smoke into the salesman's face. Between bursts of his silky sales pitch, the salesman sporadically hums snatches of the locust melody. The scowling punter recognises the tune, puffs a final blast into the man's face and stomps out.

"Locust" is appropriate to the mainland visitor situation in Hong Kong only insofar as locusts arrive in swarms. The comparison ends there because real-life locusts ruthlessly devour crops, causing widespread devastation, then take their ruination elsewhere.

Our mainland visitors spread wealth among most of those they come into contact with. Admittedly, while they spend their money some are given to bad behaviour. They are acutely aware they are disliked here, and are always on guard against being cheated. Not surprisingly, they retaliate by being suspicious, nasty and so on.

So are their Cantonese hosts as a whole well-behaved, courteous, mild-mannered, scrupulously honest and polite to a fault? Whether from Beijing, Shanghai, Sham Shui Po or Sha Tin, we all have faults. But the enduring qualities of the Cantonese comprise their basic decency, resilience, capacity for hard work, desire to prosper and provide a decent home for their families, and especially to give their children a good education.

Following the Japanese occupation of 1942-45, Hong Kong emerged in an appalling state both physically and economically. The only resources it possessed were the muscles and sweat of a workforce willing to slog it out hour after hour in cramped factories and workplaces. Heroically, those men, and not a few women, too, slaved for a pittance as the city built up export markets for its modest products. But, soon, a seemingly endless torrent of refugees was pouring into Hong Kong from neighbouring Guangdong.

They occupied any vacant land, throwing up sprawling squatter settlements, the biggest a shanty town for 53,000 in Shek Kip Mei. But a terrible fire at Christmas in 1953 swept through the huts and left the squatters huddled on the streets in the bitter cold.

The whole area was razed and an urgent building programme launched to house the victims in mini-flats. Families used three-storey bunk beds to squeeze in their children and themselves and thought it quite comfortable. Cooking was done on the balconies, and ablutions were performed in communal toilets.

The squatters actually thought their new homes quite comfortable, and cheerfully paid a monthly rent of HK$14. Schools were set up on the blocks' rooftops - furnaces in summer, iceboxes in winter, and a six-storey climb for children living on the ground floors. Like their parents, the children toughed it out and later contributed their muscle power to Hong Kong's success story.

Shek Kip Mei was the precursor to Hong Kong's massive public housing programme, among the biggest in the world, now with more than two million occupants.

The original tenants of those early estates were, to a great extent, the grandparents of many of today's Hong Kong residents; some became leading lights of our society, including two of our three chief executives. The housing programme was financed and built thanks in part to the sheer grit of these hard-working achievers. And the roots of our present-day generations were watered with the sweat of these doughty forefathers.

Back in the 1950s, 1960s and so on, did the residents of Hong Kong who had lived here since before the Pacific war think of the refugees as "locusts"? No. True, they didn't mix with them much but grudgingly admired and welcomed them as fellow Cantonese who had escaped communal life for the freedom and advantages of Hong Kong.

Is this not a lesson for us all today? Remember Rodney King, the black victim of a cruelly vicious police beating, who said in 1992 in a plea for communal peace in Los Angeles, "Can't we all get along?"

Anger begets anger, insult breeds insult. Some mainlanders are positively unpleasant, but most are not. We are their hosts, and we profit greatly from their visits. Can't we spray the insecticide of common sense into the air and just get along with one another?

Geoffrey Somers is a former Hong Kong journalist and writer who keeps in close touch with affairs in Hong Kong, his home for 45 years

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