Life at the correctional facility is dull and dry; to be disconnected from the family and friends I have fought alongside is also tremendously painful.But despite these difficulties, I remain proud of my commitment to the umbrella movement, which was born exactly three years ago today.
After reading Nelson Mandela’s autobiography and the memoirs of the recently deceased Chinese dissident Liu Xiaobo, I can’t help but think: what are these British-style marching exercises and the bad food here in Hong Kong compared to their sufferings? Being locked up is an inevitable part of our long, exhausting path to democracy. Our bodies are held captive, but our pursuit of freedom cannot be contained. Adversity will only sharpen our wits and make us more strong-willed, resulting in the political awakening of more Hong Kongers, not to mention the international community’s support.
