On Saturday I went to join the march up in To Kwa Wan. Throughout August, the police had been growing more skittish about granting the once routine “no objection” letters that make a protest legal. They had limited this march to a brief route through a residential area, ending at the Whampoa MTR station.

Like all the protests that manage to obtain police permission, this was a family a…

My mom fainted the first time she set foot in an American supermarket. It was 1981 and we were freshly arrived in America, and some combination of the culture shock and smell and sensory overload of a Safeway was too much for her, not normally a fainting woman.

I didn’t faint, but I stood transfixed in the cerea…

In my previous post, I wrote about my efforts to secure Congressional campaigns in 2018. Obviously, this should be somebody's real job, but figuring out whose is not easy.

I have gathered all of the suspects here in the conservatory, so let's go through them one by one.

(A remin…