No faith in Race and Skin Color
I don’t believe in race. Seriously I don’t.
If beauty as they say, is only skin deep, then skin color is even more shallow.
Ling Liong Sik claimed to championed the Chinese of Malaysia, spoke Mandarin and by any standards looks Chinese yet conned a whole generation of Chinese into submission as third class citizens. He accumulated wealth for himself and a coveted Tunship, while thousands and thousands of Chinese students were left without a tertiary education. In my opinion, he is more Malay than any Malay.
The same with Ong Ka Ting and Koh Tsu Koon – looks Chinese, talks Chinese but in their heart is anti-Chinese. How else to explain the fact that they kept quiet by the sidelines while UMNO morons threatened to slaughter our men and rape our ladies and shed our children’s blood?
Mother Theresa was Albanian but served the poor and homeless of India for over forty years. She was more Indian than any living Indian politician because in her heart she truly cared for the sick and hungry of India’s poorest.
Elizabeth Elliot was an American Christian evangelist whose husband was killed by the Quechua Indians in Ecuador. Instead of squandering her emotions in hatred, she invested in love and stayed on to educate the children of the Quechua Indians. For her selflessness, she was christened with a Quechuan name and was as Indian as the tribes’ own leaders.
Lim Guan Eng is a Chinese, the son of the Malaysian opposition leader. He could have slipped into his father’s shoes if he wanted to. He could have banked on his father’s reputation to be a statesman, albeit an opposition one. Instead he chose to defend the cause of a 15-year-old Malay girl whose virtue was violated by a tough-talking Malay Malaccan chief minister. He could have ignored the desperate pleas of the girl’s old and ailing grandmother. He could have chosen the easy way out but he didn’t. He chose justice and empathy and for that lost 2 years of his personal freedom defending the virtue of a Malay girl.
Joseph Pairin Kitingan is Kadazan, or so he claims. Even as the Kadazandusunmurut people of Sabah are regressing in poverty, illiteracy, tuberculosis and senseless crimes, he is dancing to the tune of UMNO’s song and feasting at the table of the very people who has gang-raped and robbed the land of Sabah for decades now. He could have lived up to his name and spoke out on Project IC. He didn’t. For that, he is less Kadazan than I am – and I am not one to begin with.
And that is why I don’t believe in finding security and solidarity through skin color.