…has nothing to do with the fear of xylophones. My parents are back from London after three weeks, and my father related how he, even though he holds a Diplomatic passport, still gets held for questioning before being allowed to enter the UK and the US. And this is one man whom Her Majesty Elizabeth Regina II personally invites to the trooping of the colours annually.
If you ask me, it has all to do with being xenophobic; and worse still, it is something that the British themselves did both at the turn of the last century, and the years that followed the end of the Second World War. Look at how screwed up the Indian sub-continent is now; the Middle East, to name a few. Pakistan and India stll bicker about who has control over Kashmir. The funny part was, Kashmir was majority Muslim and still is. yet, the local ruler of Kashmir in 1947 was a Hindu, he opted for Kashmir to join India for the partition of that sub-continent.
The British, too, was responsible for the outcome of the Middle East now. They financed the various tribal leaders of the region to undermine and usurp the authority of the Ottoman Caliphate. Having played a role in the disintegration of the Ottoman Empire, they carved the Middle East into pieces and gave the tribal leaders power to rule. And to control the growing resentment against the Jews, they helped bring about the Wahhabi sect, which was supposed to introduce a more moderate version of Islam, doing away with the bidaah parts. Somehow, the Wahhabis brought about an ideology based on strict YES and NO. and of course, with it, came the doing of their American counterparts: Osama bin Laden, the culprit who is responsible for all the bad publicity the real Islam is getting. Yes, Wahhabi is a MI6’s baby.
Anyway, when I step foot for the second time in England back in 1983 (the first was 3 years earlier) to further my studies, I had to face xenophobic people. I’ll not use the term racist here: that I reserve for people like me who like to watch races, Formula One especially. I was the only non-white in a Grammar school for my A-levels. The only person, on the first day who would speak to me was my classmate, Jonathan Goosey, who is now a policeman in Southampton. So I figured I had to earn their respect. I started to flash 50-pound notes during lunchtime, just to show them that I had more money per week than their parents could bring back home in a week. I only received the attention of the girls. Even seniors. Then one day, it snowed heavily, and kids from the school next door (who were calling me names like Paki, Nigger etc from day one) threw rocks contained in snowballs at me. When one hit me on the forehead, I went for their gang-leader and whacked him for all I care. I did not even bother about the other seven who were pummeling and kicking me from behind. Once their leader was bloodied, they all left. From that day on, I was the leader of my own gang.
Even my Economics teacher used to make fun of me, just because I did sound like I speak the Queen’s English. But when she asked me where did I learn English, I replied, “On the plane on my way here.” I loved going to the library because I could show them history books to show how civilised the people of the east were when the people of the British Isles were still running around in loinclothes hitting women over the head with clubs just to be able to get laid.
With the exception of Steve, who hails from the western part of England where they have a horse for a duchess, most mat sallehs are kampung folks, like those from Hulu Grik, or Jerangsang, Tanjung Besar etc. But when they come here, some stupid girls would worship them like their Viking Gods etc., and as if these people are from the master race. Let me tell you one thing. If I hadn’t taken my neighbours to Heathrow, the only planes they would have seen were the ones passing above them at 30,000 feet. I used to throw cookies on the kerb to watch the kids fight for them. Some would knock on my house door just to sample my mee goreng.
There are good people, there are bad people. hey exist in all communities and races. The good ones are those who understand or make an effort to understand other cultures. The bad ones go around subjugating others and act as if they are of the master race. You see this happening in Malaysia too.
So for all you girls who think that mat sallehs other than Steve (since Steve is more malay than most malays) are so great, go to FELDA Nitar or FELCRA Seberang Perak. If you see kampung folks, believe me, those people are at par with the mat sallehs here…save for Steve alone, that is.
Oh, who is Steve? He is a mosque committee member who speaks malay perfectly. Some Malaysians cannot even form a sentence in Bahasa Malaysia.
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