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racial tensions.
Posted on Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Posted at 10:18 AM
Posted at 10:18 AM
Joe Najib
May 16 near Kuala Lumpur
I've had it with all these racial tensions.
One race crying foul over the other on the grounds of inequality. One accusing the other of slowly plotting to take over the country through politics and commercialism. One claiming to be the rightful owners of the land. One claiming to have been forcefully brought in to this part of the world to do hard labour. Yada yada yada...
One major problem is that these idiots have this incurable penyakit called "herd mentality". One politician or opinion leader says something, and you believe it religiously. 10 of your friends say the same thing over teh tarik, "oh it must be true then!".
The other problem is shallow-mindedness. If it's in the newspapers or on your computer screen, it's a true, factual statement. You see a well-photoshopped cow with 17 testicles, you spread it like wildfire and call it a new breed. And 1,000 people with the "herd mentality" penyakit will believe you.
Don't you have a brain of your own anymore? Or is the internet, social media and politicians thinking for you?
I'm not sure whether these tensions have been around forever, and that it just became more transparent and outspoken because of the border-less, filter-less nature of the online world, or did this hatred surface only over the past decade or two because people have been sharing, stirring and spreading shit about other races for everyone else to read.
I don't remember hearing such sentiments in the 80s and early 90s. Life was much more peaceful and simpler back then.
I lived next to an Indian neighbour on my left, a Malay neighbour on my right, and a Chinese neighbour living opposite. Dammit, I also had the RTM Singh newscaster living at my 10 o'clock! When we close the road for a wedding, everyone willingly parked their cars behind their homes in the back lane, not a single whine or complain (probably because they know we'd stuff 'em with awesome Malay food, food that they love genuinely).
I was taught English by both Indian and Chinese teachers, my Malay friends helped push our Chinese discipline teacher's car when it broke down.
When I went to college, my Chinese friends, tough as it was for some of them, tried their best to speak English or BM when having lunch with me. And as soon as I picked up their language, I returned the favour, much to their amusement.
I now work for a so-called "Cina" bank, and I've never felt more welcomed. Me and hundreds of other Malay staff today who went for our Friday prayers without being told to come back right after.
In short, you can't call yourself 'Malaysian' if you don't like living in a multi-cultural society. You're a thick-faced disgrace if you insist that you are.
There. I feel better now. Have a good weekend peeps.
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