What Makes Me, Me?

It is only the Singaporean politician who can launch a campaign asking Singaporeans to define their identity and at the same time utter words which deny you your identity. Simultaneously without flinching. Without shame.

What makes you, You?

"It aims to get Singaporeans discussing, and to decide for themselves what the Singapore identity is."

What makes me, Me? The answer is simple Minister Lee. It is you. Its you and what you represent. What you represent defines us utterly and totally. The decisions have already been made. What makes me, Me? It is you. You made me. You forged a me which is a shell, an illusory individuation of the larger whole of PAP=Singapore. What makes me, Me? It is you who taught me, who educated me to understand that being open, being participatory is how You define it. It is You who teaches me to bow, to keep my silence, to sacrifice me for You. It is You who teaches me to accept dualism without flinching, without shame. It is You who tell me what is right and what is wrong. It is You who teaches me what is responsible and what is not. It is You who defines what I see, what I hear and what I read. It is You who determines whether I speak. It is You who shines the light on the path I must tread. It is You who decides me. What makes me, Me? It is You.

"And that's always been my position, or the position of this Government - that the mainstream newspaper must report accurately, objectively and responsibly. And that they must adopt this model that they are part of this nation-building effort, rather than go out and purvey views that would mislead people, confuse people, which will in fact undermine our national strategy!"

What makes me, Me? You made me Minister Lee.

And You made me wrong. I am wrongly made.

In your making, I lost me. I lost myself. Without a self identity, without a me, how can I know what is the Singapore identity? You shine the light on the path I must tread but the darkness shines brighter. You define what I read, see, hear but I read, see and hear more than You allow me to. And so it is You who confuse me. It is you who is misleading me. I see rising costs of living, I hear a Singaporean hard done by means testing, I read about Opposition wards being ugraded last. But in your making, I must deny what I see, hear and read. I must deny myself. Deny me. Accept only a me made by you.

When can I be me?

How can I be me?

These are the questions which are more important than what made me, Me? Because as these questions remain unanswered, ignored, there will be no one left in Singapore to discuss the Singapore identity. What remains are only the Yous. The army of Yous, indistinguishable from one another, an indivisible whole of shiny happy people in a white paradise who have no Me but are just a Hive known as Singapore to service the rest of the world.

What makes me, Me? It is not You. It cannot be You. It must not be You. And if you do not accept that Minister, then we are doomed to paradise.


Quote of the Day --

"Thy heaven doors are my Hell Gates.
Socrates taught what Meletus loath'd
as a Nation's bitterest curse,
And Caiaphas was in his own Mind
A benefactor to Mankind.
Both read the Bible day and night,
But thou read'st black where I read white" -- William Blake, The Everlasting Gospel