Interesting article in The Star today (read link above). I was hoping to see the face of one of my favourite babes, Marsha Milan Londoh (the others being Sarimah, Maya Karin, Paula Malai Ali, Asha Gill…and the list goes on and on and on).
Coming back to reality, it has been 48 years since Malaya gained independence from the Brits, and almost 42 years since the formation of the Federation of Malaysia. We are still differentiating ourselves…malays, indians, chinese etc, etc. In fact, we tend to look at each other with some peculiarity. If I have a chinese girlfriend, people will cringe. And when I say people, I mean both malay and chinese people. I used to have a chinese girlfriend (coming to think of it, most of my ex-girlfriends are chinese). Her mother was totally opposed to the idea…especially so that I was a serving officer of the air force (somehow the stigma of the daughter marrying a military or police officer is still there). Oh well, Yoke Choo. At least you looked beautiful in that blue baju kurung at my Commissioning Ball.
Five years ago, when I was instructing parachuting students in Ipoh, my buddy Aziz, and I, used to walk into this chinese vegetarian restaurant at Green Town..and guess what…the moment we walked into that restaurant, everyine stopped eating and turned their head to look at us.
Now,as for the malays, I think this funny behaviour is also reciprocal. People used to ask me if there isn’t enough malay girls around in this country. Hey, my sister was married to a chinese. She is now remarried.. to an indian. My paternal aunt has been married to a very nice chinese man for the past 45 years at least. Last night, a very good chinese friend of mine told me that a relative would think of her as a prostitute if she were to go out with a malay man.What is wrong with mixed marriages?
After the race riots of May 1969, my father, who then became the Chief Police Officer of Malacca state, sent me to a chinese kindergarten. If I remember correctly, I was the only non-chinese kid there…five years old and spoke none of the chinese dialects. I know now why my father sent me there, less than a year after the May 1969 tragedy…for me to learn and understand other races better. I have not turned back since.
If things were better than they are now, my children would probably be of mixed parentage.