I take no great joy in Thong Nguyen’s hanging today - this is a sad time for both his family and his friends, and my sympathy goes out to them. At such a delicate time, it’s probably innapropriate to point out that Nguyen, regrettably, bought this fate upon himself by choosing to pass through Singapore on the way to delivering drugs elsewhere.
I’ve always been of the belief that as responsible adults we make our own choices, and we should be aware of the affects on our loved ones of the choices we make. I have no sympathy for Nguyen or for his brother - both are reaping the consequences of a criminally stupid and reckless decision. I do, however, have a great deal of sympathy for his mother and his loved ones. And I wish that Nguyen had thought things through more carefully before making such a reckless and criminal decision - I can think of at least three other ways of generating $20,000 within a few short years, that doesn’t require you to break the law.
What has disturbed me, however, is the sadistic pleasure that certain people seem to be taking in Nguyen’s upcoming execution - especially in The Age’s Your Say website. Although I believe that Nguyen is reaping the consequences of his criminal actions, I take no great pleasure in hearing about his execution. What’s that saying again? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone? I’ve always tried to be tolerant of other people’s opinions, but the sense I get from the majority of commentators is that they will gain a great deal of sadistic self-righteous moral pleasure from Nguyen’s execution -
His a drug trafficer, why is everyone supporting a DRUG
TRAFFICKER? He knew what he was getting himself into if he was caught. No
sympathy here!
I stopped reading the Your Say website a while back, as the level of uneducated narrow-minded bile in regards to certain issues - especially immigration - absolutely appalled me. I regard the general tone of the comments in ‘Your Say’ as a symptom of a much wider malaise.
One of the reasons why I moved back to Tasmania (apart from the fact that my job was offshored) was because I felt incredibly isolated in Melbourne. I found it incredibly difficult to make new friends there. It seemed to me that people had a lack of empathy, even a sense of disconnection, with the world around them. From that experience, I’ve learned that if people have less of a sense of belonging within their community, they’ll have less compassion and generosity towards others.
In Tasmania, that sense of community and generosity of spirit is still there - I can feel it everytime I walk into work in the morning. I think it’s one thing that the big city slickers can learn from us smalltown country bumpkins - that it’s okay to care about your fellow human beings, and to give them a helping hand whenever they’re in trouble. Of course, in big cities like Melbourne and Sydney, this is regarded as a sign of vulnerability and weakness.
That being the case, I’d much rather live in Tasmania. I may not make as much money, but at least my intrinsic humanity and sense of compassion towards others who deserve it is still intact.