I picked up my younger daughters from school today, one of the many benefits of the new world of WFH. Their school is next to the Chinese Embassy on Portland Place. Opposite the embassy, 24 hours a day, rain or shine, there's a follower of Falun Gong quietly meditating on the pavement, protesting against the widespread killing and torture of his brethren by the Chinese state.
This afternoon there were several of them. Some were meditating.
Some were waving flags and chanting.
How it must have irked those inside the embassy, so obsessed with face. Remember the ridiculous ambassador earlier this year at a press conference, a picture of the Great Wall behind him, roundly abusing the West for criticising the Chinese government's secrecy over Covid and maintaining that it was nothing more than a sniffle? How's that working out for you, your Excellency?
The girls wanted to know what the commotion was about. Cue a lecture on the wickedness of the Chinese Communist Party and the importance of the right to peaceful protest. I stopped short of mentioning the pretty reasonable demands of a group that just wants to be left to meditate and exercise in peace rather than being locked up and butchered, their organs harvested for the families and friends of senior members of the party.
A lady walked up and down the pavement handing out leaflets. Everyone took them. She asked that anyone who had influence please use it to promote the cause. So I do. Here's the website. Please do what you can to bang the drum.