I went for an event somewhere last week, at 21 kitchen + bar. Not a bad place, the food was not too bad and according to my friends, their cocktails were also nice. My mocktail was not bad and the ice water, taste the same laaaaaaaaaa.
Every month Kitchen 21 + Bar will have an event for new designers so I happened to be therelah, a lady who’s a friend of my friend [twisted gilakan] launched her new collection that night.
The thing was all her friend and supporters that night came from all over the world and it was quite a scene to witness. Despite colour difference, they celebrated, greeted each other and had fun. And there’s a genuine expression plastered everywhere. Not the type when you go to some posh, fancy events where everyone carry their prada and don in their louboutin pretending kissing your cheeks but bitch about your dress or make up in the toilet.
That friend of mine is a Nigerian and she had been staying in Malaysia for about 4 years. I asked her if she will be coming back to Nigeria soon. She shook her head and said no. She loves being here. The sun. the food, the atmosphere are just perfect.
Except.
She wished people here would be less racist.
Her first few months were painful and shocking. Back in Nigeria, she said none of these things ever happened despite having hundreds of tribes there.
I felt my cheeks burning when she told me people here like to call her name such as “Black dog”, ” Black giant” and some other names.
I mean, I knowwwwwwwwww that despite no matter how many times we always shout, talk about perpaduan, we are racist, although we would like to think that we are not.
Sikit-sikit cina makan babi [what is wrong with them eating babi anyway? They can! Asal kau jangan makan cukupla.], india kel*** [I rather type the word fuck, lanchau rather than this one]. And the other races will say “This malay is so lazy”.
And we always make fun of Indos and Bangladeshis where in my opinion are not all crooks, some even more hardworking than the locals. So what’s wrong with being them, working in construction sites and fast food chains? They are after all still human being who deserve respect just like every one of us.
We call them names but when it come to our turn, bila orang tegur diri sendiri we go all berserk. And start to come out with keris and what not.
The weird thing was, in our secondary essay we always write “Rakyat Malaysia adalah berbilang kaum dan saling menghormati”.
How ironic.
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