Saturday, 9 November 2013

10.11 - Remembrance Sunday in HK - at once completely familiar, and totally alien


The Cenotaph. Marching bands. Military parades. The Last Post. Wreath laying. Religious readings. They do not grow old, as we that are left grow old…Rousing music and the national anthem.

All the standard ingredients for the Remembrance Day that we are all so familiar with from the TV broadcast of Remembrance Day in Whitehall. All present too in Hong Kong – right down to the fact that the Cenotaph is an exact replica to the one outside the Foreign Office.

But look even a little bit closer, and you’ll find a ceremony that is completely different here. Utterly unique to its post-colonial time and place. And entirely appropriate – odd to freshly minted expats like me perhaps, but a poignant and well-thought out occasion, that felt every bit as sombre as any gathering back in the UK is likely to be today.

The Cenotaph itself is flanked not by Government buildings, but the Hong Kong Club, HSBC and the Mandarin Oriental. And fluttering on it are the Hong Kong, HK Veterans’ Association and Chinese flags, rather than those of the wings of the UK military and Union Jack.

The marching bands, complete with bagpipers – looking immaculate in brilliant white with blue braid and shining black shoes – are not from some Scottish guards’ regiment or other, but the Hong Kong police marching band.

The military parading was performed not by veterans – though the ever diminishing and frail-looking  veterans of the fighting in Hong Kong in WWII were present – but by cadets of various types. Alarmingly, these included boys and girls who looked as young as 14, all of whom were armed with modern assault rifles, which in some cases were almost as tall as their bearer. The honour guards were older members of these groups, who all marched, much foot stamping and arm waving, to the corners of the Cenotaph plinth and then stood heads down and rifles pointed to the floor, stock still, for 45 minutes.

The Last post was played not from a balcony of a Whitehall department, but from the balcony of the Hong Kong Club.

The wreath laying was a complex affair, and included a much more diverse range of groups than you would expect at home. For starters, wreaths were laid from all 4 sides of the Cenotaph, with the groups broadly divided into – commercial/pillars of HK life (Jardines led that group); Government and overseas representatives; veterans’ associations; voluntary/community groups. And the layers were led not by Royalty, but a representative of the HK Government.

And whilst the religious readings were led and concluded by the CofE bishop of St.Paul’s, complete with billowing robes and stereotypically sonorous voice, he was joined in prayer by a Catholic bishop, a Muslim cleric, a Rabbi, a Hindu priest, a Taoist monk, a Buddhist monk and a Confucian priest.

The reading proclaiming that at the going down of the sun, and in the morning, We will remember them was read solemnly by a retired brigadier of a UK tank regiment; and a good portion of the crowd murmured the last line in response. So far, so normal. But I have never heard it said in Chinese before, nor heard the final line also repeated by the Cantonese section of the crowd.

Rousing music yes, but none of what you’d expect. Religious songs avoided, no marching songs that are linked to the British Army. But that did mean some other unexpected tear jerkers came out instead – Nimrod (which for me now, after the Opening Ceremony, will always equate with the Olympics) provided a particularly unexpected emotional journey.

And most notably, the sensitivities that make this ceremony such an intricate balancing act were clearest in who was not there. UK and foreign military personnel did lay wreaths, but either for veterans’ societies or in a diplomatic or even private capacity – no-one directly on behalf of any armed forces. Equally, not one person there was a direct representative of the Chinese Mainland government, nor from the People’s Liberation Army.

And so, as a result of these deliberate omissions, the bizarre denouement of what is usually a quintessentially British event was a rendition of the national anthem. The Chinese national anthem. Which was saluted by Hong Kongers, veterans of many ethnicities and the UK military personnel present in other capacities mentioned above. Without a single Chinese government or army representative in site.

As many of my posts keep saying – only in Hong Kong.
 

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