I recently agreed to join a Sydney demonstration. It wasn’t to block traffic, scream abuse, glue my hands to the road, stop workers from getting to their jobs, in brief, to be a public nuisance to ram down people’s throats the elites’ latest fashionable and yet inane belief.

All I had to do was speak at a law-abiding, peaceful meeting in the public square in front of the Customs House, denouncing the much-ignored but proven beyond reasonable doubt genocide by Beijing of the Falun Gong along with similar terrible crimes against the Uighur Muslims, Tibetan Buddhists, House Christians, and others.