Don't you just love a clear blue sky? Minus the stifling heat of now, of course. But, what's this? Yet another person, nay, idiot, bumped into me without uttering an apology for doing so. When I turn around, I know why. He's one of those idiots in sneakers, wears a cap the wrong way and is from a race generally known for the laziness and stupidity.
Oops, did I say the wrong thing?
Look, I hate everybody and anyone. So when someone accuses me of being a racist, I'll just pfft right at their cheeks. We all hate each other. If not hate, we distrust. Usually such unbridled ennui is because of someone's colour of their skin. It's a natural feeling. Even the nicest people I know, some of them polite and lovely on the outside, harbour deep resentment towards certain quarters.
And these are just the guys.
Racism in Malaysia is still alive and well, my friend. If a friend says they've been to here and there and have experience something bad our first reaction would be to say, "who was this terrible person?" and whence told, you'll say, "ah, thought so." We have preconceived notions about certain races that when we are regaled tales of good deeds we'd be aghast that it isn't what we've known.
It is not confined to just to other races, it even happens within one's own race. I should know; if it was a crime, I'm guilty. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. It just is. It's not like I sit down I come up with derogatory terms and jot it down on my Post-it note on my fridge.
Oh, the horror stories of what this race is and isn't have been told from generation to generation but
does anybody try to tackle the "issue"? For starters, it isn't an issue, it just is. It's a fact of life. We whine and bitch about it till the cows have gone to another kampung but nothing happens. Because people don't really give a damn even though they're more than willing to share a whole sundry list of gripes. So why do we even bother?
Whining and bitching brings catharsis, that's why.
I've been on the receiving end of some pretty nasty racist comments. I doubt it won't happen again. Life goes on. Being a racist isn't a choice, it's already chosen you.
This is Chris, signing off.
PS: Alice in Wonderland was so-so. Bring on Clash of the Titans!
3 comments:
ah pek... what you blabbeling about?
I came from an international school whereby the topics of race and ethnicity have been treated as though provocation would mean walking on eggshells. Rightfully, it did teach us to be tactful with what comes out of our mouths, but I am sure a lot more was stewing internally. Political correctness, thou art a heartless bitch.
I think to assume that racism or any type of discrimination that isn't, on the basic standard, in any way unreasonable, doesn't exist is quite naive. Especially considering that the human condition does include the discrimination between things we harbour positive and negative sentiments. It happens and it makes us human.
Frankly, like you said, the admission of our very human crime is the most noble way to go about it.
PS. You have ONE Post-It note on your fridge? =P
Bill: Shut up.
Maria: Wow, your comment is actually more meaningful than my post. Really.
And, yes, just one Post-it note. :P
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