Honestly, grim. Singapore practices race-based slavery, violent homophobia, rampant racism, classism, xenophobia, and active anti-fat bias. Americans might feel right at home.
“Before this day, all desire was a passing phase…These people, what they think they have quelled, they have magnified” (12).
“Across the country, fat kids and teens became problems that needed to be solved, and Singapore, pragmatic as usual, was out to solve them” (15).
“To be a friend is to be a conspirator” (26).
“You can try to [queer people] disappear, but we find ourselves in one another again, and again, and again” (32).
“When you are different, you know early on, tripping over your own otherness as you walk out the door and into the world every morning” (52).
“…it was not the government that disappointed me—you cannot be disappointed by something you don’t believe in. What disappointed me was the people. The fact that all the things I consider deplorable and alarming—the overreach, the censorship, the homophobia, the violent and draconian punishments—seemed so permissible for so many of my fellow Singaporeans, who kept voting in the same government again and again. And the fact that this made me feel so alone” (153).