We The Citizens

 

It was Singapore’s 61^st birthday on Sunday, and like the good patriotic Singaporean that everyone turns into at this time of the year, I thought I’d try and bash out my thoughts and feelings about being a Singaporean.

OK, I’m from what they call “Gen-X,” and as a newly made middle-aged person, I get the perspective of having seen some interesting transactions. Unlike my parents, I was born in a Singapore that was never a crown colony or one of the Malaysian states. As such, I don’t have any particular emotional attachment to being “Singaporean.” My mum, in particular gets very passionate about being “Singaporeans of Chinese descent,” whereas I am more willing to claim being “Chinese born in Singapore.” A part of it could be because I grew up in the UK and telling people “Chinese” was easier than Singaporeans (Can’t miss China on the map, but you can miss Singapore.”)

However, being a Singapore citizen of Chinese descent had certain perks. As at the time of writing, Singapore has the most powerful passport in the world. We can travel to more countries anywhere visa-free than anyone else. A case of Western countries assume you’ll go home because you have a decent job and Asian countries still treating you as Asian enough not to want to shake you down by making you get a visa on arrival:

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 At school, my passport was particularly significant in as much as I wasn’t like the Chinese that most people imagined. My Dad was living in what they would have considered the “third-world,” but paying for me to be in the UK rather than flying me to the UK as refugee. Plus, my family income came from elsewhere – dad did not run a laundromat or a take away, which was the standard business that everyone expected the Chinese to be in.

More importantly, I came from a country that speaks English and so fitting into the UK wasn’t exactly a challenge.

So, in a way, being a Singaporean growing up in the UK wasn’t exactly a challenge. Sure, I looked a little different but other than the obvious, I was actually part and parcel of the scenery. As such, my relationship with the Western world isn’t the same as a guy whose dad ran the local take away or if I had come from the mainland where English came as something imposed by the school and the demands of international business rather than as something natural.

The other part about being a Singaporean growing up in the UK was the fact that my vision of Asia wasn’t what was taught in schools. Your text books tell you that certain parts of the world are “poor” by design but when you go home, you find that you have certain technologies that don’t exist in the Western world – the clearest example being everyone had moved to laser disk in Singapore when most of the West was still on VHS.

Even from the perspective of someone worried about the day when I can’t work anymore, Singapore is strangely comfortable in so many ways. I eat out quite often, which simply wouldn’t be the case in the west. I have access to a gym that only costs me S$2.50 per entry. I walk along the beach most nights and as a dad to a teenage girl, not worrying about her hanging out late was priceless.

I think Singapore’s food scene expresses Singapore at its best. I used to work in a French-Italian restaurant eating great pasta and then going out with my chef to have oyster omelette or roti prata or satay.

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 Singapore measures up pretty darn well compared to many places. We haven’t had anything as divisive as a Trump or Brexit and I am grateful that I live in a place where toxic politics hasn’t affected the basic social scene.

Yet, having said that, Singapore is by no means perfect. Its tough being a freelance entrepreneur here. Whenever you think you’ve made a move ahead, the powers that be inevitably will chose a foreign multinational over you. As such, I have greatest pride in my freelance days because it wasn’t just being a guppy against a shark but a situation where the ocean literally conspired with the sharks.

Yet, for all that, my two biggest worries remain the fate of old people and dark-skinned migrant workers. Go to any coffee shop and you’ll notice that its these two demographics doing the back breaking work that actually makes Singapore the clean and green paradise that it is.

The fate of old people in particular is interestingly worrying. You see the old and frail doing back breaking work in the hawker centre while the young and fit stand over them. I mentioned that in a Linkedin post recently and funnily enough, you get allot of comments about – “oh, they’re doing it because they’re bored,” or the government’s favourite – “exercise.”

Yet, at the same time as you see more of the frail doing back breaking work, corporate ageism becomes a normal thing. Anyone in their late forties with an office job, hangs onto it for dear life because, quite frankly, that’s probably the last job they’re ever going to get.

Sure, we measure up very well against most places. However, we do need to ask ourselves if these foundations are solid. How long can we use imported labour to mask things when a segment of our workforce is discarded easily? How long can we rely on poor neighbours to do heavy lifting as these countries become “must have” markets for the international investment community? We’ve done well but we need to go back and check the system and correct things whilst we still have the chance.