At first the authorities seemed to fear a low turnout at Hong Kong’s December 19 quasi-election as a sign that the exercise lacks legitimacy. Then Carrie Lam suggested that she might welcome a mere trickle of voters as an indication of near-universal contentment with her administration. And now it’s Friday, and we’re back to denouncing the prospect of a poor showing at the polling stations…
“Foreign forces using whatever means and excuses trying to interfere in Hong Kong’s Legco elections will be fought back by the Chinese government,” warned Commissioner of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Hong Kong Liu Guangyuan on Thursday.
And the ICAC is arresting more people who share a Facebook post containing forbidden ideas – ‘inciting’ voters to boycott or spoil their ballots (both legal actions).
On the subject of ‘incitement’, Jimmy Lai, Gwyneth Ho and Chow Hang-tung are found guilty after pleading innocent to unauthorized assembly charges (aimed not only at pro-democrats but at the annual June 4 Tiananmen massacre vigil).
Samuel Bickett on the verdict against Jimmy Lai…
“Incitement requires that there be actual communication.” See [this 1994 Law Reform Commission report] (citing R v. Banks, (1873) 12 Cox CC). This is a pretty fundamental black letter legal point that any first year law student can state. It is exceedingly unlikely the judge didn’t know this.
Which brings us to former lawmaker Dennis Kwok – on the end of ‘One Country, Two Systems’…
Hong Kong’s experience has taught us that freedom without democratic governance is ultimately unsustainable, and trusting those in power to act with restraint is futile.
The Spectator looks at how China is turning in on itself.
A couple of out-of-area pieces for the weekend…
It’s not your ears – film-makers really are making movies with harder-to-hear dialogue. Why? Because, basically, they can.
And for fans of scathing reviews of restaurants – the ‘worst Michelin place we ever went to’…
Maybe the staff just ran out of food that night. Maybe they confused our table with that of their ex-lover’s. Maybe they were drunk. But we got twelve kinds of foam, something that I can only describe as “an oyster loaf that tasted like Newark airport”, and a teaspoon of savory ice cream that was olive flavored.
