‘Proud of What, Exactly?’

Singaporeans are encouraged to be proud of Singapore being the host of the 'historical' Trump-Kim summit by commentators in the local press but what exactly should one be proud of?

by Alfian Sa'at

I thought I would be indifferent to this clown show that's come to town – a meeting between two egomaniacs, each one using Singapore as a base from which they will project fantasy versions of themselves. Trump as Nobel Peace Prize-coveting foreign policy dealmaker, Kim as important enough to have a tête-à-tête with the US President.

There's a domestic audience that both are maniacally mugging for, and of course they would be most comfortable in an environment not only manicured and frictionless, but where any form of dissent will have been weeded out by a pliant, obsequious host. No protests, no marches, no turned backs; instead they are treated to wefies and an early birthday cake – all the better to forget that one is a p*ssy-grabbing white nationalist demagogue and another a Stalinist dictator who has ordered the execution of his political enemies by firing squad (and the occasional flamethrower).

But there have been mob rumblings that are difficult to ignore. The deranged Chua Mui Hoong, half coked-up cheerleader and half blissed-out evangelist, has exhorted in her Straits Times column: "So, my dear fellow Singaporeans, let’s rally round and put on a good show for the world...For a few days only, let’s share uplifting, inspiring stories and videos about Singapore and keep our Facebook wall and Instagram feeds positive and glowing."

Online, roving commentators insist that one should be 'proud' that Singapore is hosting the summit. But I can't help but ask, 'proud of what, exactly?' It's not as if Singaporeans are involved in the arbitration or diplomacy, like the peace-building efforts that the Norwegians undertook in Oslo (between the Sri Lankan Government and the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam) or Finnish officials in Helsinki (between the Indonesian government and the Free Aceh Movement). Of executing the logistics for the event? But if they were given a 20 million dollar budget, are we to believe that none of our neighbouring countries could pull off something similar? (And if we really think so, then obviously we have been overdosing on that Kool-Aid called 'Singaporean Exceptionalism').

But Singapore does have an edge – and it is in the form of the laws that the government has to create 'special event areas'. When the Public Order Act was first introduced in 2009, the Ministry of Home Affairs explained that "in the current security climate, all major international events are likely targets for terrorists. As Singapore plays host to more major international events, our priority must be to ensure the safety and security of delegates and the public during such events."

Didn't sound so objectionable back then, right? Except that now not only potential terrorists are screened, but those carrying loudhailers, spray cans, or flags measuring 1x1m will also be prevented from entering the zone.

A Potemkin village is a fake portable village built solely to deceive others that a situation is better than it really is. (Grigory Potemkin had them constructed to impress his lover Catherine II when she visited Crimea). There must be a term for this type of gated mirage populated by Stepford Singaporeans, where those who cannot be trusted to "put on a good show" are turned away at checkpoints which have mushroomed overnight. Shall we call such an area a 'Singapore Special'?

So no, it's not 'pride' I feel when I think of Singapore's role as not just host – something that implies warmth and hospitality – but also as a guarantor of security – and silence. A more accurate word is 'despair'. What does it mean to become a go-to destination for controversial figures who wish to uncloak themselves from their noisy controversies? To be the hub where monsters go for makeovers? What hell of chains has been visited upon us so that these two men can have their moment in their fools' paradise? Here's an orchid from our garden for you, we've named it the Cymbidium Kim Jong-un. And here's another one, the Dendrobium Donald Trump. Flowers for the both of you, and muzzles for the rest.

This article was first published on Alfian Sa'at's Facebook page and reproduced with permission

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