I had a Price Theory tutorial just a few hours ago, and halfway through it, our lecturer (who’s an Indian by the way) commented that the row of guys sitting behind are “truly Malaysians” as the Indian, Malay, and Chinese guys were sitting together (literally just the 3 of them). It’s not a one-off thing because they have been hanging out together with some other friends.
Long story short, when the lecturer brought this up, at one point, they poked jovially at one another, with the Indian guy pointing towards the Malay dude and shouted, “We’re immigrants!” and “Racists!”. Our entire class laughed – we were so at ease with having these harmless racial jokes (which would be a huge issue with the racial bigots), and I think that should be the way.
Our lecturer commented (way off-topic at this point, but what the heck, we could use a little bit of respite) that she considers herself to be a true Malaysian, because she thinks that she’s colour blind (not literally..) and does celebrate nearly every other festival with her friends – she commented that this Sunday would be the Mooncake/Tanglung Festival or something, and I’m embarrassed that I didn’t even know that. (At this point, the Indian guy asked, “So do you consider yourself as a Malay, Chinese, and Indian?”)
I feel as if there’s still hope in this country – even though it may be abysmally small – and I feel quite reassured. That despite everything that has happened, not everyone shares the same destructive views as Ahmad Ismail and certain quarters; and in youth, open-mindedness, and maturity, there is hope.


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