On the one hand we have the super blinkered various opposition cult members, and on the other is the Malay supremacist hell-bent on cleansing Malaysia of "foreign" DNA not deemed pure enough to be considered as part of the Malay ethnic group.
And I can't seem to get through to either.
It is so sad that we have reached a point where some of our citizens, whom I assume to be young and have better educational opportunities than their parents, are so locked in their respective self-pity and imagined insults that they can't move forward in their thinking and attitude, and are ripe for exploitation by unscrupulous politicians.
Is it so wrong for a person to support the ideals of Umno and be a member of a party that was formed based on unity and solidarity of the children of the land, that more than 3 million Malaysian citizens are liberally labeled with the same brush? Are the non-Umnos so pure and clean of wrongdoings?
Does it really matter if I am not a pure 100% Malay? So what if I am a mongrel, with Javanese, Indian, Dutch and Chinese blood?
I am a Muslim and speak fluent Bahasa Melayu. I love and practice the Malay culture. I even choreographed Malay dances when I was in boarding school and formed a traditional Malay dance troupe with other Malay girls while I was studying in the US. I remember proudly performing in front of the mostly white audiences in the American red-neck Midwest, showing off our beautiful gamelan, the lively joget, and the intricate steps of zapin. I even wore the baju kurung and kebaya in the dead of winter when I was working in London. To this day, I hand-stitch my own baju kurung the traditional way.
And even if I am not a Malay, does it really matter? Should I be kicked out of Malaysia for not having a drop of Malay blood or a trace of Malay DNA? If I am not accepted in this blessed land for not being a 100% pure, DNA-wise, daughter of the land, despite my love for my country, my language, and my culture, pray tell me where should I give my heart and loyalty to? Where do I belong?
I left my job in the UK the moment I got a job offer in Malaysia, not because it was better paying because it wasn't, but because I wanted to live here, tanah tumpah darah ku, and be with my people, to give my bit to its glory. Was I wrong?