On Lee senior’s wife’s deathPersonally, I don’t know the woman. What I do know is that she is the wife of Lee Kuan Yew, a confucian fascist. Though i am wondering if he has changed his stance now with the influx of new foreigners, but then again, we’ll have to see after some years if the proportion of citizenship given to China nationals significantly outnumbers those given to the non-Chinese. After all, he did state that ‘singapore must always be a nation with a chinese majority as they are hardworking and ‘pragmatic’, and worked hard to promote 'Chinese' culture over multiculturalism, and Mandarin as the unofficial language of the nation - both of which define him, as stated, a 'confucian fascist'.
Secondly, she is the mother of the Lee Hsien Loong. Another bloke who stated that, ‘singapore isn’t ready for a non-chinese PM’, whilst doing bugger all to ensure that it will ever be. Rather, nothing is being done to ensure the egalitarian multiculturalism is given anything that lip-service.
Besides this, both have contributed to the oppression and ensuing degeneration of the ‘singaporean’ persona to the point that, well, the national pastime is eating, shopping and gambling, people are generally averse to all contradiction, and quite unable of critical thought beyond superficial levels. Bigotry, self-absorption and apathy is now the culture of the confucianised singapore of today.
it is not by what we do that we ought to be judged, but what we ought to have done but failed to, given our ability and position to do so.
What part did Lee’s wife have to play in all of this. I have no idea. Perhaps she was a gentle nice women who couldn’t talk her husband and son out of their stances. Perhaps she knew no better. What I do know is that her existence did nothing to deter her husband and son from what they did. And in this, she became a part of the problem and not the solution. She may have very well been a very nice gentle person. But it is not by what we do that we ought to be judged, but what we ought to have done but failed to, given our ability and position to do so.
What is it about the death of some prominent person that leads people to queue for miles to say ‘bye’ to a person whom we were not allowed to have tea with whilst they were alive. Perhaps in death, we recognise some similarity between our experiences as it is something we all have to contend with in our own lives and with our own friends and families.
Perhaps, in the ability to look upon the mortal coil of a prominent person bereft of life, we can attempt to convince ourselves that we are no different, that we are equals.
Or perhaps, being able to say a final farewell by filing past the body of a prominent other is one way to feel that we are ourselves significant enough to be able to do so. Something like having a ‘manchester united’ banner at the rear window of one’s car; owning a lock of Lennon’s hair; or some celeb’s toilet seat resplendent with stains of varying sizes and tones; or even sitting at the feet of some prominent oppositional leader, as do the minions of singapore’s ‘oppositional’ sector; or wearing a t-shirt that reads, ‘I was in Rome at the coronation of the Holy Roman Emperor and all I got was this t-shirt’.
The significance of a person is not vindicated by the approbation of the relatively insignificant, especially where the former is responsible for the insignificance of the latter.
The Lees have lived and thrived at the expense and diminution of many. I won't say, 'rest in peace', i'd say, 'go answer for your sins', as i will mine despite the good i've done.Or perhaps, in being able to send condolences to a prominent person, or say that we queued for hours to do the ‘file past’, or sat in sackcloth and ashes and gnashed our teeth and beat our breasts let’s us feel that we are truly good and nice people. And by being able to do so at the death of the prominent enables our appreciation of our goodness to be further amplified by its being exhibited and expressed at a prominent event. Something like the difference between crying at a grave located at Hakeldama as opposed to Golgotha.
And does this not simply enable us to put up with all sorts of inequalities in our lifetimes because, in death, we are all equals? All of these, I suppose, contribute to the maintenance of oppression, inequality and, in the longer run, the refinement of fascism via the dulling of the senses of the masses to the point that they might be reduced enough to not know better.
So, as far as tributes to Lee’s wife and mother goes, as stated in the comments section of other sites, the achievements of her husband and son, financially and politically, at the expense of the people, is tribute enough. I’ll leave the dead to bury the dead.