The time I was accused of invading my neighbours’ privacy
Updated: Feb 10
A booming voice interrupted my interview. I had gone to my ward’s meet-the-people session to suss out the sort of problems people bring up to their MPs. Mind you, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was outside the childcare centre where the session was being held, talking to a resident about his difficulty obtaining Singaporean citizenship for his wife.
“Where are you from?” the imposing figure demanded.
I’m an NUS student journalist interviewing residents for a project.
“Do you know what you’re doing is against PDPA (Personal Data Protection Act)?” he said as he glared down at me.
You and I both know that’s not true.
“Don’t you think you should have come up to me first before you speak to my residents?”
(Yikes. “My’’ residents? ) I introduced myself to a volunteer earlier, maybe he hadn’t told you? And I don’t think the residents need to seek permission before they speak to me. Besides, isn’t this a public space?”
He told me I should have introduced myself properly and I returned to interviewing the residents. Next time I’ll just get an official letter from my Professor stating my intentions. Or maybe, I’ll just find someplace where the people are friendlier.