This is my story...

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Ok let's talk about racism.
In 1964, a racial riot arised and it led to bloodshed between the Chinese and Muslims. Since there, the government spent countless of efforts to promote social cohersion among the different ethnic groups in Singapore. Of course, tensions among the different groups are inevitable, but what we have to do now is to tolerate.
Ok. I had some really nice Malay friends during my secondary school days. They were in my clas and we had fun together. There was this only malay friend of mine who was in my sec 3/4 school days. We did not outcast him. Never would we have done that. In fact, he was one of those more hardworking ones in the class.
I even had a malay uncle. He was a really close uncle of mine. I remembered when I was young the couple always brought me out to have fun. He loved finishing, and he even said he would bring me to fish one day when I was older. He brought me around the island. If it wasn't for him and my aunt, I did not know where would I get half of the toys in my house from. Unfortunately, he passed away last year.
I have this friend who was a malay, though not close, but I've heard from friends that sometimes he was really ashamed to be a malay. The reason? When he sees a bunch of them congregate and making a fool outta themselves in public, he feels ashamed, embarrassed.
I feel the same way as him. If you do not believe me, observe by yourself. Does that make me a racist?

Rambled by kaSh at 9:24 pm