tim's experiment

“I support the police, but I don’t support criminals,” said my friend, nicely encapsulating the point which the supporters of leniency for the “Magnificent Seven” don’t seem to be able to understand.

For those of you who have been on another planet for the last few weeks, fairly early in the Occupy Central protests in 2014, seven policemen who had arrested a protestor tied him up and carried him away to a dark corner where, supposing themselves to be unobserved, they kicked and beat him.

The law proceeded at its customary leisurely pace but last week the seven were convicted of assault occasioning bodily harm and sentenced to two years in prison. This is as it should be. Beating someone up is a crime. Policemen should know this.

But there ensued a small storm of protest. Some of this consisted of blatantly racist comments on the judge, who happened to be English.

You really wonder what these people expected. Conviction was practically inevitable, because the whole incident was recorded on video. The most famous tape can be seen on Youtube here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGwVXBEvPcs

This was recorded by a local television station and shown on the news. But the prosecution managed to find no less than six other pieces of relevant video, including some from a police camera.

Clearly one lesson of this sorry episode is that in public open spaces, these days, someone is not only always watching, but now that everyone has a phone with a camera in it someone is probably filming if you are doing anything interesting.

Of course a person is entitled to plead not guilty if he wishes to, and sometimes even if unlikely to be acquitted he wishes the court to understand the full circumstances, rather than settling for a brief summary of the facts before sentencing. Still it did seem that defending counsel had very little to work with.

You knew how things were going to end when the defence put forward the idea that while the policemen were clearly beating someone, the prosecution had not proven that it was the alleged victim – they might have been beating up someone else!

As far as the sentence is concerned, judges do not pull these figures out of thin air. For most offences there is a guideline. That means the judge starts with a figure which has been endorsed by the Court of Appeal and adjusts it in the light of the particular circumstances of the case before him. If the result is too punitive the defendant can appeal. This is the way these things are usually done.

We have been offered some interesting attempts to get round this. Some critics of the judge seemed to think that the identity of the victim, Ken Tsang, his personal qualities or deficiencies, should have been considered. This is clearly an error. Policemen are not entitled to beat up their captives, no matter how depraved they may be or how naughty they may have been.

Nor is there anything in the law which says that if you resist arrest, and the police then truss you and beat you up, justice requires that you and they should receive the same sentence.

Then there is the curious complaint that the “perpetrators of Occupy” were not prosecuted. This is simply not true. More than 900 arrests were made during the protests and most of them resulted in some sort of proceedings. Obviously the outcomes varied and as happens in any large group of cases some people were acquitted.

For a version which plumbs Trumpworthy depths of inaccuracy and error we can as usual rely on the People’s Daily. This started with a flagrantly misleading headline “Hong Kong expert: Judge heavily sentences police and lightly sentences Joshua Wong, harming Hong Kong’s rule of law”. Not the same judge, actually.

I have my doubts about the “expert”, a mainlander professor in the City U Law Department who has no qualifications in Hong Kong law at all. But I do not think he got it that wrong.

The professor, Gu Minkang, made plenty of mistakes of his own, though. The victim was a “vicious” suspect, he said. Not relevant. The crime was committed on impulse in a moment of extreme rage. Watch the video.

It was hard to see it as a just sentence when it met so much opposition from society said Prof Gu. What opposition? The sentence undermined the rule of law because those behind the Occupy protests had impunity, while the police were heavily sentenced. Hogwash. Nobody has impunity and the sentences reflect the circumstances.

Actually we all support the police. The rule of law is a Hong Kong value. Those who wish the ends must also wish the means. There must be a police force to enforce the law. But those charged with enforcing the law must themselves obey it.

Judges tend to be quite fierce with police people who are caught breaking the rules because the justice system over which they preside requires that the police should be people of integrity, truthfulness and self-control. Much of the evidence that judges listen to comes from the police. They, and for that matter we, need to trust the police.

In most cases that trust in justified. But the human brain does not do averages, it does stereotypes. Many young people now have a suspicious attitude to the police and this is entirely due to abrasive interactions at public protests. The actions of the seven validate and confirm this belief, unjustified prejudice though it may be.

I did not personally think the sentences were excessive, but I was a bit puzzled that they were all the same. The policemen concerned ranged in rank from Chief Inspector to PC. This seems to imply some variation in guilt. We do not know whose idea the beating was but we know the senior officer present could have stopped it with a word. Conversely I suppose it would take an unusually brave PC, in the circumstances, to protest that he was being asked to do something illegal.

The excuse that “I was only obeying orders” does not wash as a defence. But in considering sentences for these young men one might have expected a discount for the fact that they were offered a thoroughly bad example by seniors to whom they looked for advice and leadership.

This case does reinforce two observations about policing in Hong Kong which have come up before.

One is that the senior management, although in the nature of these things it does not appear in court, cannot escape some responsibility. When Tang King-shin as Commissioner of Police there were a few occasions when he thought it necessary to apologise publicly for what had happened.

Actually there were only three, but his critics in the Force christened him “Sorry Sir” and objected to the idea that apologies should be made. I often wonder which of the occasions concerned was, in their view, a routine glitch for which no apology was required. Was it the occasion when motorists were pressed into service as a roadblock in the path of an oncoming road race? Was it the occasion when three policemen had a gunfight with each other in a pedestrian underpass? Or was it the lady who was raped in a police station?

Mr Tang’s successor as Commissioner made no secret of the fact that he did not think apologies were called for under any circumstances. His boys could do no wrong. As a result there was a gradual increase in the use of chemical and other weapons in political situations long before Occupy. This was regarded with some complacency but it was to be expected that some officers would draw more sweeping conclusions about what was permissible than their seniors perhaps intended.

Our leaders outside the police force might also consider whether the SAR government could have spared the time in the last 20 years to consider the implications of inheriting a colonial police force.

A police force in the pay of a foreign imperial power cannot rely on loyalty to an alien regime imposed by force. Instead it adopts the military approach in which the individual’s loyalty is to his unit and his comrades within it. This works in British regiments, from which it was borrowed, and for that matter in the French Foreign Legion, where the rank and file have no political connection at all with the country they are fighting for.

In a sophisticated modern society such a force is an anachronism. The police should be part of civil society, not an isolated tribe offering its primary loyalty to itself.  Most people join the Hong Kong police because they wish to serve and protect their fellow citizens. But they receive a training and indoctrination more appropriate to an occupying army.

As a result there is a tendency, when faced with a new problem, to try force first. The morning after the first evening of Occupy, when copious use of teargas had failed to clear the streets, police negotiators were deployed in an effort to persuade people to go home. This was not a success. It might have worked better if tried first. But this was not the lesson drawn by force planners. Instead we are to get water cannon and better rubber bullets.

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A recurring theme in 19th century novels has a young man rejected as a suitable husband because of his poverty. The suitor then goes abroad to make his fortune, returns with his pockets full of gold, and discovers that the lady of his dreams has already married someone else.
This theme could be found reproduced in a shorter timeframe in last Tuesday’s Standard. On the front page we had John Tsang, former finance chief and would-be chief executive, announcing his manifesto. At the top of this, to general surprise, was a promise to tackle political reform – abandoned ignominiously after Occupy – and article 23 legislation – abandoned equally ignominiously somewhat earlier amid overwhelming public opposition. In Mr Tsang’s defence it was said that he was stepping into these two hornets’ nests simultaneously with good reason. The idea is that some concession on political reform by the central government might be matched with some concession on Article 23 by the pan-democrats, leading to general happiness. I expect this to happen right after mainland gene manipulators announce the first flying pig.
Clearly though there were other considerations at work here. Mr Tsang wished to demonstrate that he was a Beijing-friendly candidate, in the hope that his candidacy might be supported, or at least not opposed, by the part of the central government which gives instructions to its tame members of the election committee.
Alas, turning to page 2, readers discovered that this particular bird had already flown. Mr Zhang Dejiang, who is the chairman of the National People’s Congress and also, apparently, head of the United Front Work department of the Communist Party, had held a series of meetings. He had “flown to Shenzhen”, said the Standard, to meet representatives of chambers, political parties and social groups. What the Standard did not say, but which is just as interesting, is that the said representatives had all been summoned to Shenzhen to meet him. Which gives you a pretty good idea of which chambers, political parties and social groups were involved. The purpose of the meetings was for Mr Zhang to announce that Beijing’s preferred candidate is Carrie Lam. Mr Tsang was spurned before he had even got the ring out of the box.
Mr Zhang added some interesting details. He said the “decision to endorse the chief secretary was made by the Party Politburo as a whole”. The interesting thing about this is that the decision was apparently made before the rest of us knew that Ms Lam was even running. The Politburo did not, clearly, have a set of c.vs from the rival candidates. Nor did it consider their respective merits. In fact I suppose it had a proposal from the local Liaison Office which went through on an “anyone against?” basis.
The next paragraph was hilarious. I quote it in full. “He said Beijing was not picking the next chief executive as the top post of the SAR should be formally elected by the 1,194-strong Election Committee in accordaince with the Basic Law.” How stupid does he think we are? If a senior Beijing official summons large numbers of election committee members to a meeting and tells them who to vote for, then it is picking the next chief executive, for all practical purposes. Mr Zhang is in the position of a husband who says he did not kill his wife – he merely cut her head off and nature took its course.
There seemed to be some suspicion in left-wing circles that this might not go down too well. The procedure was defended by two ladies, who took entertainingly contradictory views of the matter. Rita Fan said Beijing was entitled to interfere in the election because it had “an interest”. Elsie Leung, on the other hand, said Beijing was not interfering at all.
Well whoever was pushing Ms Lam seemed to be doing a good job. In the ensuing week a number of bodies expressed support, including one group which unctuously described Ms Lam as “Hongkong’s Glory”. Unanimous support from the Heung Yee Kuk was less surprising. Ms Lam’s Will of Steel wilted in the New Territories, where the drive to curtail illegal structures was quietly allowed to crawl away and die in a corner after the Kuk opposed it. People who are interested in buying houses round my way are now routinely told by estate agents that once you have bought it “you can do what you like”. An interesting new habit has crept in of covering the whole house in a sort of tent of scaffolding and plastic sheeting. The alterations are discreetly performed under this and the house eventually emerges like a fresh butterfly from its chrysalis.
Anyway now we have an anointed candidate I can stop writing about the election, which is a shameless sham. Except to say this: Woo Kwok-hing, who as an unanointed candidate has no chance, was quite right to point out that the Basic Law prohibits parts of the Chinese government from interfering in Hong Kong affairs and this needs to be implemented. My non-vote to the candidate who promises to move the Central Government Liaison Office to Shenzhen, tell its staff that all communication with the Hong Kong government must be routed through the head of the office and the Chief Executive of the SAR, and tells Hong Kong’s eager beaver movers and shakers that they not only can but must refuse calls from Chinese officials. Any holder of an official or elected post in Hong Kong who is also a member of a Chinese official or elected body can choose which one to resign from. We were once told that the “well water and the river water should not mix”. Some repairs to the dam are in order.

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Fans of the rule of law, of which we all approve, are prone to the delusion that the local legal system is without fault or flaw. This is a dangerous error. Legal systems are designed and manned by humans.
Consider the recently concluded case of Ms Lau Ching-yee. Some time in 2011, during the run-up to the District Council elections in that year, someone applied to be registered as an elector under that name, claiming to live in a flat in Mong Kok.
Actually Ms Lau lived in a public housing flat in a different constituency. The ICAC somehow stumbled upon this anomaly, and discovered that someone had actually obtained a ballot paper as Ms Lau, using the registration. She was charged with “engaging in corrupt conduct with respect to voting in elections”, which seems a bit fierce for registering to vote in the wrong constituency, deplorable though that may be.
Never mind. At trial she was acquitted. This was in December 2012, so it had already taken the prosecution more than a year to get its case together.
The prosecution then appealed. Readers who are not familiar with the Hong Kong system may find this surprising. Generally in common law systems you can only be tried once. The prosecution has no right to appeal, which would constitute double jeopardy.
In Hong Kong the prosecution can appeal. This is a legacy of the days when many magistrates had no pretension to legal knowledge, and many officials who were not lawyers, such as District Officers and the Harbour Master, had judicial functions. To provide a check on this bunch of amateurs the prosecution could ask a professional to look at the case again.
Now that even the most junior judges are fully qualified lawyers it is difficult to see any justification for giving the prosecution two shots at the target, but there is no sign of this being given up, or even used with restraint.
In Ms Lau’s second trial, in August 2014, the prosecution won. She was convicted and sentenced to six weeks in prison. Ms Lau in turn appealed to the Court of First Instance, and the case reached that august body in September 2015. The CFI found for Ms Lau and ordered a new trial.
A further 18 months passed before the matter came up last week in Kowloon City Magistracy, before Principal Magistrate Law Tak-chuen. Ms Lau, who had perhaps had enough by now, decided this time to plead guilty and throw herself on the mercy of the court.
I fear she supposed that the worst thing that could happen was a revival of the six-week sentence passed back in 2014. But in this she under-estimated the initiative and energy of Mr Law, who considered the matter afresh, bizarrely applied a discount for pleading guilty, and jailed her for two months.
It seems to me that nobody emerges from this saga with much credit. In the first place the legal system seems to be working at a speed worthy of the 19th century Chancery court immortalized in Charles Dickens’ Bleak House. There is no forensic evidence, no horde of witnesses and I suppose no excruciatingly difficult legal issues. But six years? It is a cliché that “justice delayed is justice denied”, but it is still true.
I realize there is no statute of limitations for most criminal offences, and nor should there be. But surely someone in the so-called Department of Justice could apply some common sense to the question whether it was worth continuing with a minor matter which had dragged on for so long?
And what are we to make of Mr Law? Ms Lau pleaded in mitigation that she had “gone through a lot” since the matter first came up, and this could be considered an under-statement.
Mr Law might also have considered the general merits of not jailing people for first offences, and the general demerits of short prison sentences, which do not allow time for any of the constructive features of incarceration, such as they are. Ms Lau has, I presume, not been in trouble with the law since the time of the offence, which suggests that she is unlikely to offend again.
Mr Law, however, said that vote rigging was a “serious offence”. This is a poor choice of words. Mr Law would find it easier to avoid the appearance of pompous conceit if he remembered that serious offences are tried in the higher courts, not in his.
Election fraud is of course a serious matter, but that does not mean that every example of it is a serious crime. Ms Lau was the smallest of small potatoes in the wave of election fraud which washes over us every time a poll is imminent. None of the organisers of this wave are ever brought to book.
And then there is the ICAC. I suppose they take a pride in their work. Ms Lau is a 42-year-old hawker who now says she misregistered herself at the instigation of her sister. And indeed it doesn’t sound like the sort of thing an ordinary non-political person would do off her own bat.
Every time we have an election there is a rash of discoveries, usually made by the media, of misregistration and bogus voters. These commonly involve people allegedly living in non-existent or implausibly crowded flats, derelict buildings or, in one case, a five-star hotel.
There is no mystery about what is going on here. Some organization is moving electors to constituencies where their votes will be more useful. It would be useful if the ICAC could find out who is behind this and put a stop to it. Instead we are offered Ms Lau’s scalp. Not very impressive.
This case does not meet the minimum requirement of a criminal law system, producing a result in which one can have confidence. I know Ms Lau pleaded guilty this time, but this looks strange after so many years of insisting on her innocence. I am left with the lingering suspicion that she only pleaded guilty because a few weeks in prison looked a less daunting prospect than continuing her six-year ordeal in the clutches of the legal profession any longer.

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What is all this fuss about food trucks? Food trucks are old tech. They are such old tech that I can remember them from when I was a kid. Before the invention of motorways and motorway service stations, main roads in the UK often featured what were called “lay-bys”.
A lay-by just offered you a place to pull off the road. Usually the lay-by appeared to be a bendy stretch of road which was left over when the main drag was upgraded and straightened. No facilities were offered.
Yes that means no toilets. It was considered perfectly acceptable in those days for men to water a handy bush. Ladies were not expected to drive long-distance trucks, which before automatic gears and power-assisted steering was quite a physical job.
Most lay-bys did, though, have a food truck, which sold tea, sandwiches and soup, as I recall. The hamburger and the hot dog came later. Microwaves had not been discovered.
Lay-bys have now mostly disappeared, but food trucks are still commonplace in the UK. They turn up in fleets at the horse events to which my sisters are addicted, and also at bagpiping occasions, which like horse events but for different reasons are also usually held in a field.
The range of food on offer has expanded considerably and you can now get something vaguely resembling a meal. You can also get a real drink.
So why are we, or rather why are some of the media, making such a huge fuss about a few food trucks being launched in Hong Kong? It is not as if this was even a new thing here. There are already food trucks around the place. They sell ice cream under the Mr Softly label.
Nor are we lacking in a tradition of street food. This has been the target of strenuous efforts to eradicate it. Hygiene is the usual reason given, opposition from conventional shopkeepers the usual suspect.
When I first came to Hong Kong there were whole streets – Luard Road in Wanchai was a classic example – which in the evening were filled with stalls selling noodles in soup and such like. In North Point, where I worked, there was an old fellow in a back street near the office who did a hot line in congee and dough sticks.
Outside the cinema in Causeway Bay there was always a scattering of food hawkers selling things like hot chestnuts and ducks’ gizzards. I still see a hot chestnut guy in Shatin occasionally. Nostalgia addicts can also find a lingering enclave of outdoor food stalls in Fotan.
So I am not terribly impressed by the news that a small selection of food trucks is going to be unleashed on tourist hang-outs. This is an insult to a venerable and much-abused feature of the local culture.
You have to wonder who the Post’s editors thought would want a full-page map of where each truck was going to be, with pictures of what it would be selling. It’s not as if we were short of food choices already.
Is this a dark political plot to remind us of one of John Tsang’s less inspired innovations? Is the message that Mr Tsang can use an Octopus and knows where to buy toilet paper, but like those for whom these simple tasks present some difficulty he also is a rich bureaucrat with odd ideas about what people want?
Well we must not spot plots when simpler explanations are available. Maybe it was just a quiet news day.

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I don’t know what it is about the Food and Environmental Hygiene Department, but they seem to have trouble with the Chinese New Year. Last year we had a riot over street food. This year we have the curious case of the censored New Year Fair stalls. Every year there are fairs all over Hong Kong where flower growers sell the seasonal specialities. For a long time the flower part (unappetisingly labelled the “wet goods area” at my local) has been accompanied by other stalls selling all kinds of knickknacks, mostly balloons and toys of the kind people might be tempted to buy on impulse for their kids. In Victoria Park, the largest fair, there is also a political section, where parties and other groups sell items, usually of a satirical kind, to raise funds. One year there was a mini-scandal over, if I remember correctly, an order for toilet paper with CY”s face on it, which was cancelled at the last minute by the factory in Shenzhen which had contracted to perpetrate this sacrilege. But in the mainland you expect that sort of thing.
This year’s contribution to seasonal goodwill from the FEHD, which runs the fairs, was to cancel at the last minute two stalls which had been applied for and issued in the usual way, in the political category. The stalls were to be used by Youngspiration and the Hong Kong National Party, which connoisseurs of lost causes will recognise as the two parties explicitly advocating Hong Kong Independence.
The explanation provided by the department goes in part, “We believe the merchandise you will be selling is related to the pro-independence messages that Youngspiration/Hong Kong National Party propagates.” The department went on to say that the sale of such merchandise would “very likely endanger public order and public safety” as the fair would be packed and there would probably be people opposed to such messages.
The response of the two parties concerned offered an interesting contrast. The National people came out fighting, condemning political persecution, accusing the “Chinese-colonialist” government of cowardice, and promising to find other ways of selling subversive merchandise. The Youngspiration people, by contrast, sounded a bit bewildered. Apparently they were planning a sort of “bring and buy” sale for local artists, and had no idea what their merchandise would look like, or whether it would relate in any way to independence.
So what is going on here? Well we have two possibilities. One is that the FEHD’s stated reasons are a mere excuse, and this is a part of the continuing attempt by our government to use any and all means available to hamper and persecute anyone identified with independence, in obedience to instructions given in public by several senior Chinese officials. The real objection to the stalls is not that they are a threat to public order, but that they would raise funds for a cause which the government disapproves of. After all if motivated by a real concern about public order you would not deal with it in this way. You would go along to the stall when it was setting up and look to see if your worries were justified, and take the matter up with the stallholder if they were. Some years ago I remember a row about a clothing line in a local store which was held by some to be reminiscent of SS uniforms. I did not agree with this, but at least the people who did took the trouble to go to the shop and look at the stuff before they complained. So I fear the National Party people are probably right in thinking that they are now a target, the quarry in a hunt which all government departments are expected to join.
This is disturbing because the provision of public services should not be subjected to this sort of political test. Are conspicuous members of the National Party, or others the government disapproves of, going to find that they cannot rent a hall or a ping pong room, get a driving permit, a passport, a dog licence?
The alternative explanation is that the FEHD is being entirely truthful, and are really worried about public order. But this is equally disturbing. Advocating independence is not in itself illegal. It is controversial, but so are other things like holocaust denial, homophobia, opposition to abortion or calling for a reappraisal of the Tienanmen massacre. People have a right to express their views on controversial matters peacefully in public places. In recent years one of the threats to that right has been the appearance of small gangs of violent old men bent on suppressing the expression of views they disapprove of. A government which aspires to the rule of law should be opposing that sort of thing, not appeasing it. In any case public order is a matter for the police. There is no suggestion in the communication with the parties concerned that the FEHD consulted anyone else before deciding on its own distinctive contribution to public safety. This leaves one, I am afraid, rather doubtful about its own version, and leaning towards the explanation that the reasons offered were not the real reasons, and the FEHD believes – as so many people do these days – that misleading people in general is not lying, it’s public relations.
The paradoxical result of all this is a boost for the independence people. It is frustrating that our government apparently cannot get this point. The argument for independence is that we do not enjoy the high degree of autonomy which we were promised. This argument is dramatically reinforced every time the government is seen to be pandering to the prejudices and opinions of Chinese officials. No doubt losing their stalls will cost the independence advocates some money. But a prime piece of propaganda by deed is priceless. Another “own goal” for the away side.

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So Carrie Lam is going to run for Chief Executive of the SAR. This does not come as a surprise. In fact it must be the most extensively pre-reported event since the death of Chairman Mao. It does, though, raise a number of questions.
The first one is, what are we to make of all those pundits who said that John Tsang was forced to keep his candidacy on hold until his resignation had been accepted by Beijing? This was a repeated trope in all the toad media and some of the others: until his resignation had been given the green light Mr Tsang could not announce his candidacy, recruit a team, pen a manifesto, etc. Personally I disagreed with this. I think once an official resigns he or she is free to be as political as wished. I am surprised, though, to find that Ms Lam apparently agrees with me. Handing in her resignation she announced straight away that it was for the purpose of running in the CE election. She proceeded to launch her campaign (before a private audience of fat cats – old habits die hard) and we were told who was leading it, and other details, while the “acceptance” was still awaited. Mr Tsang, on the other hand, is still hovering. So maybe the acceptance from Beijing wasn’t what was holding him back after all.
Next we come to one of those media “coincidences”, like the TVB Palace Museum programme. Ms Lam’s announcement was followed in suspiciously short order by a double page spread on her many merits in the SCMPost. This paroxism of sycophancy was headlined “Iron lady with a will of steel”. And this leads one to wonder what on earth the headline writer was thinking of. Surely we do not need the Chief Executive to be quite as ferrous as this. I know lady candidates have to overcome some prejudice that the “fairer sex” is not tough enough for the big decisions, but there are limits. Ms Lam is not running for the job of supervisor in the lampshade workshop of a death camp. Indeed in the light of the Palace Museum saga one might wish that Ms Lam’s steely will had enough flexibility in it to accommodate some public consultation before a much-needed performance venue is summarily replaced and the whole deal secretly reaches the stage where we are told it would “not be fair” to ask people if they actually wanted it.
Actually the attempt to portray Ms Lam as a sort of human halberd is misguided. Her problem is not that she is a woman but that she is a bureaucrat. Nothing wrong with that, in the right places. Here is the great theorist of bureaucracy, Max Weber: “Bureaucracy develops the more perfectly the more it is dehumanised, the more it succeeds in eliminating from official business love, hatred, and all personal, irrational and emotional elements which escape calculation”. Electoral politics is an entirely different matter. Jeremy Paxman, in his admirable “The Political Animal” notes that there is one piece of personal history found more often in successful politicians than in the rest of the population: the loss or absence at an early age of one or both parents. Deprived of the usual emotional satisfactions at home, they develop an enhanced ability to share themselves with outsiders. This is probably not something which can be taught. Bill Clinton has it; Hilary hasn’t. John Tsang seems to be at ease with people, Carrie Lam, I fear, does not. And no amount of supportive gush about her family or personal history is going to fix this. The Chief Secretary’s palace on the Peak is very nice, but living in it does not foster the common touch.
Another Carrie question concerns the voices in her head. Ms Lam said in her announcement that “God told her to run”. This is open to a number of objections, some of which are explored here: https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2F1648246202123798%2Fvideos%2F1823253341289749%2F&show_text=0&width=560
I am not sure who sent me that video, but thank you.
On the whole, although the upper reaches of our civil service contain a surprising number and variety of religions, we do not get this sort of stuff in Hong Kong. I think this is a good thing. I am not personally into religion, but neither would I categorically state with the enthusiasm deployed by eager atheists that the idea of God is entirely a figment of the human imagination. If there is someone there, though, I find it very hard to believe that He takes an interest in local elections. Which of course leads one to wonder who Ms Lam was actually talking to. Generally it seems God engages in conversation through some physical intermediary — His Son, an angel, a burning bush, a dove… Communications which occur entirely inside your head are more suspicious. I also note with regret that if God told Ms Lam to run in the election then his standards seem to be slipping. Surely a higher priority should have been given to more traditional advice about such matters as keeping your promises and telling the truth, which Ms Lam is perhaps in need of.

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I hesitate to write this story because even now, though it happened to me, I can hardly believe it is true. Still it did happen. I am not making this up, OK?
The other day I found on my desk a cheque addressed to the bagpipe band in which I occasionally warble for weddings and other festivities. Because I am an owner-occupier unlikely to move, my home doubles as the band’s home address. Anything financial in nature I pass on to our Treasurer. But I had missed this particular item during her last visit, so in a moment of mild guilt I thought I would deposit the cheque myself.
Personally I have for many years been a customer of the bank with gay lions. But the band banks at the Hang Seng, so while I was in Shatin the other day I popped into the local branch to try my luck. I assumed that the automatic cheque eating machine would want a Hang Seng PIN, so that was out. I could also see no sign of the box provided in upmarket parts of the Gay Lions Bank, in which you simply drop the cheque with your name and number written on the back. My wife assures me that the Hang Seng does have such things, but if there is one in Shatin I missed it. So I surveyed the available queues, confident that the longest one would turn out to be the one I wanted, which it was. I did wonder why the “deposits and withdrawals” windows were so popular, as these things are easy to do with an ATM, but there it is. I joined a long queue of people fiddling with their mobile phones and 30 or so minutes later I was summoned to a window.
Here a friendly young lady took the cheque, copied down the account number from the screen of my phone, and started filling in other things. Then she got to work on the keyboard, and suddenly, a pause. It seemed that something had come up on the computer screen. My teller consulted the lady at the next till, who also looked at the screen. Then my lady took the cheque and the completed form, and disappeared behind the scenes. I was left feeling puzzled, and a bit conspicuous. The crowd of queuers behind me may have been distressed. One minute I looked like a quick customer. The next one of the four tellers devoted to our queue had disappeared. Very disappointing. What could be wrong? It would not be some problem with me personally, because my name had not yet come up. The band’s account is in order and the cheque came from a respectable local university.
After a long pause my bank person returned, accompanied by a small grey-haired man who I later theorised was the Manager (Procedural Pedantry). On mature reflection, though, I think he was the branch’s specialist in Breaking News Likely to Cause the Customer to Explode. He was very soothing. He apologised for keeping me waiting. But alas the bank could not accept this cheque for payment into an account. Why not? The name on the cheque, he said, was not the same as the name of the account holder in their records.
I was puzzled. The name on the cheque was “Hong Kong Saint Andrews Pipe Band”, which is our name, or so I supposed. But, the manager explained, in the version in the bank’s records the “Saint” was replaced by “St”. Goodness, I said, this is just the standard abbreviation for “Saint”, it is not a different name. Ah, said the manager, but there was another discrepancy. In the bank’s record it said “Andrew’s”. On the cheque it said “Andrews”. So the apostrophe was missing. And that, it seemed, was it. No apostrophe, no deposit.
I was so gobsmacked by this that it did not occurr to me to point out that the cheque had been written by a computer on a dot matrix printer so there may not have been an apostrophe available.
Well I suppose if your name has an apostrophe in it you may be comforted by the thought that the Hang Seng, at least, is careful about these things. “No no, Mr Jones, this cheque is not for you; it is for Mr Jone’s” As I do not have an apostrophe in my name I am just glad I picked the Gay Lions bank, where despite occasional resistance I have always managed to convince them that “Tim Hamlett” and “Timothy Hamlett” are the same person.

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Some people are opposed to the Palace Museum project because they do not relish the thought of Carrie Lam as Chief Executive. Some are opposed to it, perhaps, out of habit. Some people may just not like museums. Some may be put off by the thought that the best contents of the old Imperial Palace were spirited away to Taipei 50 years ago, and the best of what is left is unlikely to leave Beijing.
I am not in any of those categories but I have to say that the project has a distinct smell about it. For those of you who have just come in, before Christmas the government announced that a Palace Museum, housed in a replica of part of the Forbidden City, would be built on part of the land reserved for the West Kowloon Cultural District. The construction will be funded not by the government, but by the Hong Kong Jockey Club, which runs our two horse casinos and a fleet of betting shops.
What bothers me is the chronology. Early in 2015 the internationally famous museum director who was steering the cultural district project resigned, and was replaced with a retired Hong Kong civil servant. In September of the same year Ms Lam visited Beijing and toured the Palace there, which is not a replica. The director thereof then asked her if she could arrange a venue in the Cultural District where selected objects from the palace museum might be displayed for the delectation of Hong Kong citizens.
Ms Lam, according to her account of the proceedings, saw this as an opportunity to “do something for Hong Kong”, and the possibility that Hong Kong might not be overwhelmed by the prospect of a branch museum does not seem to have crossed her mind. Also according to her account, she considered that she could not take the matter further with the Beijing museum until she had located a site and the money to pay for a building.
We must suppose that Ms Lam, who considers herself a “proactive official” put her mind to this as soon as she returned. And in fact in December 1915 the Jockey Club was first asked if it would cough up the large sum of money which the project would require. This does not come as a great surprise because the Legco Finance Committee was being rather difficult at the time.
Saying that “the Jockey Club was requested” is a polite way of putting it. Actually disbursements from the Jockey Club Charities Fund are decided by a joint committee on which the government is represented. This is a useful arrangement for both sides. It allows the government to save money by having someone else pay for clinics, schools and such like which it would otherwise have to pay for. It allows the Jockey Club to plaster its logo over said clinics, schools etc., thereby distracting the casual observer from the sordid nature of the club’s main source of income. So there is give and take. It would be astonishing if a suggestion strongly supported by the Chief Secretary were refused.
Eddie Chu Hoi-dick, alias the King of Votes, was unkind enough to point out in Legco that while the Jockey Club was, at least in theory, pondering its response to the funding request, the club was fortunate enough to secure an extension on a racecourse lease and permission to hold more race days than before. Mr Chu has an admirable nose for research. He also noted that the Jockey Club’s Executive Director collected a Gold Bauhinia Star last year. No doubt these happy events had nothing to do with the final decision, officially made last October, that the Jockey Club would pay for the museum.
Certainly Ms Lam seems to have been confident, because having got the money lined up she proceeded to tackle the problem of a site. The planning of the Cultural District had been going on a long time and there were of course no large spaces left vacant. Happily, though, the flying finger of fate came to the rescue, because in July 2016 the West Kowloon Cultural District Authority, chairman Carrie Lam, announced that it was abandoning plans to build a mega performance venue in the district, leaving an empty space. Is the Carrie Lam who is chairman of the Cultural District Authority also the Carrie Lam who is Chief Secretary, and who we left a few sentences ago looking for an empty museum-sized space in the cultural district, you are wondering? Yes she is. Indeed the one and only Carrie Lam turned up in person to perform at the press conference announcing the cancellation.
At this point the smell becomes a problem. Ms Lam said, and I quote from a boring newspaper which usually supports the government, “Any plans on how to replace the mega performance venue and exhibition centre would be decided by the WKCDA and its committees.” This was no doubt an accurate summary of the constitutional position, but hardly of the practical one. It led reporters and their readers to believe, as Ms Lam should have known and presumably intended, that the cancellation of the mega performance venue had been entirely due to problems with the venue idea itself, and that the resultant vacant space would now be the subject of fresh cogitation on what might occupy it instead.
But this was not the case at all. At this point Ms Lam was six months into her negotiations with the Jockey Club over money. An architect had already been engaged – apparently on the strength of his experience of museum work – and had advised on the potential use of the site. In other words the Palace Museum was virtually a done deal. Only if the Authority chose to defy the evident wishes of its chairman or the Jockey Club suffered a late attack of political timidity would the museum be in any danger. To give the public the impression that the site was now in a state of pristine virginity, waiting for some good idea to come along and seduce it, was grossly misleading. It was for all practical purposes already spoken for.
I do not know what the public reaction would have been if the press conference in July had been told that the planned mega performance venue would be replaced by a replica palace. Perhaps it would not have gone down too well. If people had been told that the replica palace would be paid for by the Jockey Club they might well have wondered whether the Jockey Club would have been equally willing, if asked, to pay for the performance venue. The official version is that the cancellation of the old plan was nothing to do with the upcoming museum one. This is difficult to believe. Did Ms Lam tell her fellow members of the authority, one wonders, that seven months before this matter appeared on their agenda she had been asked by a Beijing bigwig to find space in the cultural district for a museum?
Clearly Ms Lam would be a worthy successor to C.Y. Leung in at least one respect: her public pronouncements need to be taken with a pinch of salt.

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To the Kai Tak Community Centre on Christmas Day for a spot of dancing. The Kai Tak Community Centre is an odd place, because while there is certainly a centre there is no sign of the community which it might be supposed to serve. Suppose you are driving down Prince Edward Road East between the former Airport Hotel and the place where the Kai Tak Airport terminal used to be. A bit further on the road – which is six to eight lanes wide at this point, separates, on the left, an old piece of North Kowloon from, on the right, a desert which used to be part of the old airport. The exception to the desert is a large bureaucratic building called the Trade and Industry Tower. I presume this is the home of the department of the same name. We may not have industry any more but industry is still doing its bit as a source of gainful employment for civil servants. According to the 1880 Civil Service Commission Britain at the time ran the largest empire the world had ever seen and its own affairs with some 3,000 civil servants. The Trade and Industry Tower looks as if it could accommodate all of them. The Kai Tak Community Centre is built into the bottom of the Trade and Industry Tower. You can stand on the centre’s roof (this is perfectly legal – it’s a sort of sitting out area) and look around. Behind you is the road. Next to you is the tower. Everything else is the desert which was formerly occupied by some of the less exciting parts of the old airport.
Now some history. A master plan for a replacement airport was first produced in 1983. It was shelved, but revived in 1989, when the Governor announced that the replacement would definitely be in Chek Lap Kok. That means that 27 years ago the relevant government departments knew, or should have known, that at about 1997 (the project suffered the usual delays so it turned out to be 1998) a huge swathe of land, formerly occupied by the airport, would become available for other purposes. Yet only now – there was an auction the other week – are segments of this huge resource being auctioned off to mainland developers for pleasantly absurd prices. People who were in kindergarten when the lands people knew, or should have known, exactly when the old airport was to close, are now finishing their PhD theses and it has taken our civil service that long to solve a problem of which they had ten years notice.
This is not an isolated example. In 1986 a company was given the right to run the Eastern Harbour Tunnel for 30 years. The 30 years expired in the year just finished and the tunnel reverted to government control and ownership. Naturally a number of suggestions were made for revising the toll arrangements, with a view to redistributing some of the traffic which clogs the oldest tunnel. Our transport wizards then turned around and said that the government had decided to commission a consultancy study of the matter. This will take two years. So inured have we become to this sort of thing that nobody asked why, if a consultancy study lasting two years was needed, it could not have been ordered two years before the matter came up. Something which has been – one hopes – in the relevant diaries for three decades should not come as a surprise. But it does.
This makes a dramatic contrast with the speed that our leaders can display when they want to. While the tunnel consultants are still pondering, for example, work will begin on the Palace Replica Museum, which was apparently only first thought of a month or two ago. The Palace replica, a sort of Disney castle for history buffs, will be finished before the last bits of the Kai Tak Airport site have been disposed of. Possible hold-ups in the Finance Committee have been avoided by persuading the Jockey Club to cough up.
This is an interesting innovation. I have always been a bit underwhelmed by the Jockey Club’s charitable activities. If given a monopoly, enforced by the police, of an addictive vice I would give generously to charities too. But at least the club did traditionally give to real charities which were helping the needy. Earlier this year it was announced that the club would be contributing to the construction of a local branch of the University of Chicago Booth School of Business. In this palace of learning the University will do what Schools of Business do, which is to hawk MBAs and other professional programmes to the great profit of the university and the students who take them. There is nothing charitable about “business education”. It is something which comparatively rich people get involved in to get richer. Now the Jockey Club is proposing to put its hooves in the Replica Palace project, which to many eyes looks less like a public facility than a festering heap of nationalist propaganda. I wonder if the club has considered the PR drawbacks of being seen as the organisation to which the government turns when it wishes to launch a dubious project without undergoing the scrutiny of the legislature. Neigh.

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I have complained about this before. I fear I shall probably find myself complaining about it again in future. But it is an interesting question: where did the idea come from that if a Hong Kong official resigns, his resignation does not take effect until it has been “approved” in Beijing? I suppose we owe this gratuitous grovel to the early years of the Tung administration, but there is no justification for it at all. Officials of the Hong Kong Government are employed by us. The Hong Kong Government in some form is the name on the contract, their conditions of service are fixed by the Hong Kong government and their wages are paid from our taxes. They are in all respects Hong Kong employees, subject to Hong Kong labour law and contracts interpreted under Hong Kong legal principles.
There is one oddity about a few of the most senior officials, and that is that their appointment must be approved by Beijing. Whatever you think of this arrangement, its terms are quite clear. There is nothing in the Basic Law, or anywhere else, to suggest that Beijing’s approval is needed for other features of their employment. Beijing does not approve their salaries, their housing benefits, their personal toilets or their international junkets. There is no suggestion, either, that they cannot be dismissed without the Central government’s approval. So why on earth is permission required if they wish to dismiss themselves?
The situation is a little confused by a quaint convention found in some western countries, under which a politician who has suffered some painful embarrassment, like being caught deceiving the public or losing a spectacular libel case, offers his or her resignation in the hope that it will be refused. Sometimes this hope is realised. In these cases the person resigning does not really want to lose his job – he is offering to jump before he is pushed. However there is no place for this in Hong Kong, where politicians are immune to shame and embarrassment. Somebody who resigns really wants to quit his job. The idea that if you sincerely wish to resign your boss can refuse to allow you to do so is baseless. You are not a slave. I infer that it must also be erroneous to suppose that someone else has a right to veto your resignation and insist that you stay in the job.
The person currently awaiting “approval” is Mr John Tsang. There is no questioning the sincerity of his resignation – he wants to run for Chief Executive. Accordingly he has lost one essential qualification for his job – the desire to do it. What is the point of pretending that his resignation might in some circumstances be “disapproved”? You can’t chain him to his desk. Is some secret policeman going to be smuggled into the Central Government Offices for a short indoctrination session? “We have ways of making you write the next budget speech…”
Mr Tsang’s wait for approval has led to some bizarre journalism. It is only human to want to see patterns in events. The poet Rimbaud saw palaces in the clouds; ancient astronomers saw animals, fish and virgins in the night sky. Contemplating events in secretive places like Beijing the spectators are tempted to find meanings in trifles. Every hug or handshake is milked for political significance. So we have the question of how long it takes for a resignation to be “accepted”. Apparently in past cases this has ranged from a couple of days to nearly three months. The most plausible and boring explanation for this would be that resignations are passed to a committee which only meets once a quarter. How long you have to wait depends on when the next meeting is. But you could hardly write a column on that basis. So we are fed the entertaining notion that Beijing officials are desperately trying to hit a happy mean between approving too quickly, which would look like an endorsement of Mr Tsang’s election aspirations, or approving too late, which would look like an endorsement of someone else’s.
Meantime, we are told, Mr Tsang is handicapped because he cannot rent offices, recruit helpers, or canvass support among the electors. I can’t see why not. I presume he is no longer doing the job of Financial Secretary, as a replacement has been announced. I hope he has paid three month’s wages in lieu of notice, as anyone else who resigned from a senior office with immediate effect would have to do. He is to all intents and purposes an ex-Financial Secretary. It might appeal to some autonomous-minded voters if he started behaving like one right away.

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