You bring your friends. You sing hymns at the perimeter of Hong Lim Park one day before Pink Dot. You pray that on the day itself bad weather will strike the event. But in its eighth year there is still no bad weather. Does this cause you to have a crisis of faith and question the power of your prayer? Of course not. Perhaps you haven’t prayed hard enough. Or prayer alone isn’t sufficient, you need to take worldly action.
So you come down to Pink Dot. You have your camera ready. You take snaps of every single thing which you think amounts to a violation of the rules. One of you sees my friend in drag. He thinks that you might want to pose with him, but all you do is take a shot of him and you move on. You are patrolling. You are amassing evidence. You with your self-righteous rage. Later on you will write police reports with these photos that are supposed proof of ‘obscenity’. Or ‘public nuisance’. Or ‘foreigner participation’.
I know one of you took a photo of an overflowing rubbish bin and lodged a complaint about it. Another one of you helpfully pointed out to the police last year which foreigners were forming the dot, and they were later taken away for questioning. I know what you’ve been doing, and now I’d like everyone else to know too.