Of Maverick Minds and Musings

I am writing this post after finally finding the time to read one of my favourite blogs... virtually visiting the mind of another maverick...

www.mediha.blogspot.com specifically, the Melting Pot Bubbling Over post.

It’s been a while since I’ve visited Kak Diha virtually so this is going to be lengthy :-)

The tree of racism and societal divide is slow to come out of the ground but once allowed to grow...it devours everything in its path.

To understand this growing trend i think we must go back a little into history.

Pre Merdeka our country was pretty much segregated thanks to the orang puteh. The Malays were mostly agriculturally inclined but a few elite groups were absorbed into the running of the government (the British recognising that they needed inside men within the majority racial group to quell any potential unrest). The Chinese were businessmen, having come from (at that time) economically booming and British Empire trading, China. The Indians were mostly labourers brought from India (the other colonial seat of power in Asia) to help work the mines, the railways or the plantations... some (like my grandfather) escaped the forced labour of the British but came to Malaysia voluntarily to seek out an independent and more lucrative future for his family.

Years go by; the divide solidifies and becomes even more pronounced...

Enter the people who had the vision of an independent nation. Couple that with the British Empire's gradual withdrawal from its outlying colonies due to both losses sustained during wars and the rising cost of quelling revolt from the conquered. With those two factors working in our favour, Malaysia was birthed.

For a long while our grandparents and parents lived in a world that the different races were solidified by nationalism and the lessons of colonialism. We forgot for a time that we were different races because we shared a common goal and a common enemy (the Empire) The Bumiputera policy at that time sounded feasible and even fair to the Founding Fathers of Malaysia due to the socioeconomic background of each race. I can only lament that the Indians were not more strongly supported. but i guess that we had little or no political capital at that time. But i digress...

Basically, we blended together under these circumstances because we were innocent, trusting, and sad to say a little naive. We had little or no idea what would happen 50 years down the line.

Currently... the average Malaysian has no idea what the colonial times was about.. we are reaping the seeds that we have sown. Things like racially segregative school systems... The Chung Hwas, The San Yuks, The Tamil Schools, The Sekolah Berasrama Penuh, The Sekolah Menengah Agama...Things like the NEP and the Bumiputera policy only reaching the rich and politically connected individuals... Events like May 13th and Kampung Medan events that happened but were not openly discussed only leading to more speculation and unfounded rumours.

People fear and shun what they don't understand...and understanding comes from exposure and education and honest discussion. Truth and Reconciliation Commissions helped South Africa maintain a certain level of societal sanity post apartheid, but in Malaysia we hide from the truth and from open and honest discussion.

Contributing factors like these slowly but surely eroded our nationalistic spirit. Parents of non Malays slowly became more and more disenfranchised and disillusioned by the Malay ruling elite and the parents of the Malays, secure in their created bubble of political advantage became more and more closed off from the other races.

All of us have become xenophobic gradually because of a combination of all these factors

Therefore, if a little girl turns up her nose at her pork eating schoolmate, she is only mimicking what she has seen other people around her do…maybe not her parents or siblings…but her friends and teachers and neighbours.

Xenophobia is not genetic...it’s a virus that is contracted.

I think our country has to seriously ask itself some very hard questions before we can become truly Malaysian. Don't get me wrong... I am a supporter of the Bumiputera policy, even if I do not receive its benefits... but i think that proper implementation, transparency, and accountability of how the policy has been administered is paramount to combat the mounting distrust and disillusionment the non Bumiputeras' feel. I have all confidence that the non Bumiputeras' will be able to understand the simple logic of providing special consideration for the largely economically inferior majority in the country. One only has to look to countries where a minority group became too economically advantaged over another to see how dangerous this trend can be (read civil war and riots).

Affirmative action makes sense...but only if implemented in a transparent and fair manner. Otherwise it breeds too much resentment. Malaysia makes sense...but only when these issues and societal divides are tackled in a long term and positive manner.

Malaysia Boleh? Only if ALL of us Boleh together...

Rage

Ever feel angry?

I don't mean the normal anger or irritation one feels at, lets say for instance someone kicking your pet cat... i mean the consuming murderous rage that makes you want to draw a knife with a jagged edge and plunge it deep into someone, rejoicing in the tearing of the skin, the thick wetness of blood, taking pleasure in every inch of your weapon as it slides, oh so easily into a person... only to twist it and tear it out again, spilling blood and internal organs all over your hands so that you can feel the warmth of his blood washing over you?

Ever feel that way?

Or do you turn around mentally and shrug away the mental massacre? Have you ever felt angry enough to be able to maim and murder and do it with a smile on your face? Laughter perhaps?

I feel that way now... I want to kill. In order for me to do that i have to hate...not simple hate, but passionate hate, hate that takes the sweetness of revenge to new heights. I hate. I hate and i want to torture and slowly destroy every shred and semblance of humanity that exists in the sick bastards that took little girls like Nurin and used them for their own perverted pleasures. I want to shred their sick tainted little fingers and roast them over a fire in front of their eyes, i want to tape their eyes open and scrape off the skin from their legs and then dip it in salt. I will not let them die...death may be too good for them...

Little girls like Nurin should be playing with dolls not be made into some macabre receptacle to some perverts' sexual urges... Every time i see things like this happen i see my niece and my nephews... and i lose it. I want to kill.

They caught some people recently... i want to volunteer. I know i can make them talk...

Am i losing my humanity? Am i so gone that i can actually imagine doing such atrocities to another person? What would separate me from them then? I don't know.

Innocent till proven guilty? Empty indeed seem my ideals when i stare into the face of a little dead girl. I pray that she is in a better place now.