Not saying called first, second, or last generation is a bad thing.

In Asian cultures, the current generation owes the previous generation(s) everything. Lots of respect for elders and such. Not so much in western cultures. So it makes sense that Caucasians look at stuff differently. Go to Mountainview Cemetary. Not much flowers in most places. Look for a large patch of nothing but flowers. Go look at the names on the graves. Yup, they're Asian.

No biggie........... I don't think the west will ever understand the east. Even us watered down Asians, LOLOLOLOLOLOL.


BTW, I'm not putting down any culture or group of people. Just pointing out we are all different.

what a busy man. then again if the chinese back then were barred from working and there was little recreation, I don't see why he wouldn't be. And that's just 16 SONS. how about the daughters?? his wife's vagina must have been like a slip-n-slide!

Since this was still in the early 20th century, he may have had concubines with whom he had children.

On a side note, the book, 'The Concubine's Children' by Denise Chong is a great book to read. It's about her grandfather who was a Chinese immigrant to Vancouver and details his trials and tribulations of life here. I highly recommend it.

To each their own then I guess... :)

DTES is going through a transition. Tough in some places. Hipsters vs Homeless vs Junkies vs..........

Real Estate price is pretty high and the area is quite pleasant sans the bad shit.

I was talking to a dude who lives in the Woodwards complex. Family with two young kids. He's really happy about raising a family there. Area around Chinatown is changing, but will it succeed and what does successful mean? A balance could be met if they can find places where the less fortunate (homeless, mentally ill, seniors, etc.) are placed, with dignity, in affordable housing.

Crackheads? They're the ones who will pose the biggest challenge. They are the ones nobody really cares about. Not an easy problem to deal with. I know a lot of RS members would rather just shoot the fokkers, but they are human after all. They're somebody's brother, sister, cousin, uncle, etc.

Don't those two sentences contradict each other?

Generally, the immigrants would end up having Canadian citizenship, would they not?

My parents came from China, and I have always considered myself second generation Canadian.

I just noticed. Where is Blkcivic89? Haven't seen him post in this thread or on RS for a while.

He has posted in this thread :fullofwin: You'll recognize his posts by the style.

He should have made a thread to announce his name change a few months back since so many members are only noticing his absence now :lol

MG1?

That makes sense now. :okay:

Shiet, So MG1 is 89BLKCIVIC. I thought he was gone, good grief he's still here!

new immigrants from mainland china should feel ashamed

To be fair, the world has changed somewhat since then, but I know what you mean. The hardships those first immigrants went through.


Mrs. Smith (ESL Teacher): Now, Yong Lee, the first Chinese to come to Canada long ago had many hardships.

Yong Lee: Ah, Mrs Smith......... I undastand. They sail to Canada in metal boats.

Mrs. Smith: :facepalm:

"The white majority viewed them as an economic threat" -

rofl how little has changed. mainlanders buying out west van now hahah. white ppl arent the only ones threatened now, even other chinese ppl (hk) are!
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hahahahaha this makes so much more sense now...
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Aw, shiiieet, he's still around??? Here I was thinking, "good riddance!" :fullofwin:

:okay:

Why?

good story

The same William Lore (My great uncle, who is still ALIVE!) on the soccer team also made news in WW2...




The colony was 'liberated' by a Chinese Canadian who couldn't even vote at home



Tuesday, November 11, 2003
by Jonathan Manthorpe


In a glade in Hong Kong's botanical gardens, just above the seething Central business district, there is a statue of Sergeant-Major John Osborn of the Winnipeg Grenadiers who won, posthumously, the Victoria Cross during the defence of the territory on Dec. 19, 1941.

Well, in all honesty it is not a statue of Osborn. It is a statue of a soldier in the battle gear of the First World War and is an example of memorials that were manufactured in some numbers to be placed at cenotaphs in towns and villages around Britain after 1918.

Somehow this particular statue ended up in the garden of a wealthy Chinese merchant in Hong Kong.

And somehow it came to hand when the Canadian community and Hong Kong friends wanted to honour Osborn and the freshly trained boy recruits from Winnipeg and Quebec City's Royal Rifles who fought the Japanese invasion in 1941 until they had to be ordered to surrender.

The graves of 283 of Canada's 550 Hong Kong dead are at Sai Wan cemetery, a little way to the east of Osborn's memorial and just below Jardine's Lookout and the hills they defended longer than anyone thought possible or could reasonably expect.

It was on one of those hills, Mount Butler, that Osborn met his place in history on the afternoon of Dec. 19, 1941.

Osborn and his company of Grenadiers were covering the withdrawal towards Repulse Bay when they were surrounded by Japanese who were so close they could lob grenades into the slight depression where the Canadians were pinned down.

Osborn managed to throw back a string of grenades. But then one landed just out of reach. He shouted a warning to his comrades and threw himself on the grenade, which exploded and killed him instantly.

Each year on Nov. 11, the story of Canada's part in the defence of Hong Kong is remembered at Sai Wan. The service follows the familiar, reassuring script and ends with a lone piper playing that most haunting of laments The Flowers of the Forest on the hill above the graves.

Since 1941, the bonds between Canada and Hong Kong have grown and spread in ways those boys from the Prairies and the farms of the Eastern Townships -- anglophones, francophones and First Nations -- could never have imagined.

There is another bond from that time too, much less well known but which in many ways speaks to modern Canada and its Hong Kong cousins.

On the morning of Aug. 30, 1945, a British fleet commanded by Rear Admiral Sir Cecil Harcourt steamed into Hong Kong harbour in the wake of Japan's surrender.

Harcourt's staff lieutenant was Lt. William K.L. Lore, a young Canadian officer from Victoria, B.C.

Lore's father had got to Canada in 1885 through Hong Kong from Canton in China.

Lore's story is colourful, though probably not that unusual among families who came to Canada the hard way.

He grew up in Victoria's Chinatown during the Depression. In desperation, he filled in one of the advertisements that used to appear on the backs of books of matches for training to build and maintain radios.

It turned out to be a brilliant career move. Within a few years Lore had been hired by Transport Canada as a communications engineer and soon after war broke out in 1939 he volunteered for the navy.

"I applied in 1940, '41 and '42," he said in an interview in 1994 shortly before he died. "But they refused. I think they saw on my application 'Chinese' and threw it in the wastebasket."

Lore finally got into the navy in 1943 through the help of friends. Because of his radio skills, he was immediately assigned to intelligence operations intercepting enemy communications.

It was as an intelligence officer that he was assigned to Harcourt's staff. The admiral knew of Lore's Hong Kong background and, of course, of the part played by Canadians in the defence of the territory four years before.

Lieutenant Lore thus became the first Allied officer ashore in Hong Kong on the evening of Aug. 30, 1945.

The irony is that Hong Kong was "liberated" by a Chinese Canadian who didn't even have the right to vote at home. Chinese Canadians were given the right to vote in federal elections in 1947 and in B.C. elections in 1949, largely because of their volunteer service in the war.

The following morning, Harcourt told Lore he was concerned about British, Canadian and Hong Kong prisoners of war being held in a camp at Sham Shui Po, somewhere on the Kowloon side that was still occupied by tens of thousands of armed Japanese.

"Harcourt pointed to a sub-lieutenant and a chief petty officer and said 'Lore, you go and find it and there's your army'."

Because of the tense mood of the Japanese, Lore decided against sailing over in a naval cutter. Instead, he and his two-man army took the Star Ferry, those green-and-white painted blunt-nosed bobbing boats that remain a symbol of Hong Kong.

So Kowloon and the New Territories were liberated by three men armed only with revolvers and using public transport.

In Kowloon, Lore marched his men to the famed Peninsular Hotel where they cornered the Japanese police chief and persuaded him to lend his car and a driver who knew where the camp was. At the camp at Sham Shui Po, now a light industrial area, the Japanese guards laughed at Lore and his army. Then they pointed their rifles at the liberators.

Lore ordered the sub-lieutenant and petty officer to point their pistols out of the car windows at the guards. He told the driver to charge the gate.

The Japanese backed down.

"I went into the first building I came to and it was very dark. There were about 40 men in there, Canadians, sitting at tables and so forth.

"Because I was coming in from the light I don't think they could see much; just an Asian in uniform.

"I said, 'Hi, you guys, don't you want to see a Canadian?' Then they ran forward and saw my cap badge.

"They were really just skeletons. You could see their bones through their skin. Then they were crying and weren't ashamed of crying. And finally I cried too because they were telling me what they had suffered."

Lore remained in the Canadian navy as an intelligence officer until 1957. He then settled in Hong Kong and worked as an insurance salesman.

Soon after, he began training as a lawyer and in 1962 hung out his shingle just up the hill from where he stepped ashore in 1945.



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