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The Transom Review: Christopher Lydon in Singapore
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"The Transom Review
Volume 2/Issue 5
In the heart of Chinese Disneyland
that is downtown Singapore.
Parachute Radio
"My Singapore Sling"
by Christopher Lydon
Audio from Singapore
(Requires Windows
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Singapore is the meeting place of many races. The Malays, though natives of the soil, dwell uneasily in towns, and are few; and it is the Chinese, supple, alert and industrious, who throng the streets; the dark-skinned Tamils walk on their silent, naked feet, as though they were but brief sojourners in a strange land, but the Bengalis, sleek and prosperous, are easy in their surroundings, and self-assured; the sly and obsequious Japanese seem busy with pressing and secret affairs; and the English in their topees and white ducks, speeding past in motor-cars or at leisure in their rickshaws, wear a nonchalant and careless air. The rulers of these teeming peoples take their authority with a smiling unconcern.
Singapore in the 1920s, observed in W. Somerset Maugham's story "P. & O."
Singapore stop yelling and calling me names.
How dare you call me a chauvinist, an opposition party, a liar,
a traitor, a mendicant professor, a Marxist homosexual communist pornography banned literature chewing gum liberty smuggler?
How can you say I do not believe in the Free Press autopsies flogging mudslinging bankruptcy which are the five pillars of Justice?
And how can you call yourself a country, you terrible hallucination
of highways and cranes and condominiums ten minutes' drive from the MRT?
From "Singapore You Are Not My Country,"
by the Malay-Singaporean medical student and acclaimed poet Alfian Sa'at
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