Why I'm Not a Fan of 1Malaysia

For those of you who know me or follow me on Twitter, you might notice that I spare no sympathy for the 1Malaysia cause. At the slightest provocation, I am ever-willing to share my views on why I think the 1Malaysia concept is a ridiculous one.

It's about time I put my views here on my blog.

Now please, bear in mind that I'm speaking on behalf of me here. Not the me who 'works in the industry governed by Rais Yatim'. Just me. I don't expect anyone to agree with me or applaud me for my thoughts. And I'm not getting all geared up to indulge in a debate with those of you who are great fans of the 1Malaysia concept. I'm just penning down my views for my own personal records and as a form of venting.

There.
Disclaimer done.

I understand the need of each Prime Minister to leave his mark on the nation. To carve out a place in history that signifies his leadership. Something to remember him by once he's gone.

We had Tun Mahathir's 'Wawasan 2020' and Tun Abdullah Badawi's 'Islam Hadhari'. Even Obama cheerily came up with his 'Yes, we can!' phrase (Though I think Bob the Builder beat him to it).

So now we have Najib Tun Razak and his '1Malaysia' thingamajig.

1Malaysia is a concept that attempts to 'formalize' the exisiting nature of Malaysians. A society comprised of multi-racial, multi-ethnic, multi-cultural people, co-existing in harmony.

In other words, it is just putting a name on something that already exists.

If that was the end of it, I'd have no problems with it. But it's not. It's just the beginning.

I'm sure I can't be the only one to notice that it is only AFTER the 1Malaysia campaign, that we see increasing incidences reflecting racial tension, cultural confusion and general dissatisfaction.

The sudden usage of animal heads being thrown at places of worship.
The sudden mantras of 'Us Againsts Them'.
The sudden awareness of the color of our skin.

This is what you get when you highlight our differences.
I'm sorry, but that is essentially what 1Malaysia does. It highlights our differences.

You create slogans, pin the number '1' on your lapel, pose for pictures waving your forefinger like a weird salute, compose songs that revere our unity in the face of diversity.

Although your intention may be noble and your execution may be harmless (though very lame), the impact is clear.

You are inadvertently highlighting our differences.

You talk about how we're all in this together. We eat the same food, sing the same songs, fight the same enemies, share the same holidays, enjoy the same rights... Oh wait. That last bit isn't actually true, is it?

Some of us have 'special rights' and 'special privileges', don't we? There isn't REALLY a level playing ground, is there? We're not REALLY in this together, are we?

Some of us are being sidelined. You can call it whatever you want, justify it any way you want but at the end of the day, the fact remains that some of us are being sidelined. We don't get the same rights or the same privileges.

And so, listening to you happily singing about how 'we're all in this together' is rather patronizing to us.
You sing about equality but the truth remains that there is no equal playing ground.

The hypocrisy of this just begs a reaction.

And to me, that is what 1Malaysia has done to our country.
It has become a joke.

'Nasi Lemak 1Malaysia?'
'Batik 1Malaysia?'

The latter, by the way, in my honest opinion, has lost the 'batik' identity. If you take this shirt to the Western nations, I doubt they can recognize it as 'batik'. It's just a gaudy ol' brightly colored abstract shirt.

Seriously, it's a joke.

The Government sends out directives to companies and agencies to 'support the 1Malaysia campaign'.

Thus you see a flood of Public Service Announcements and commercial advertisements showcasing at least three (3) characters; the Malay, the Chinese and the Indian.

Thus, when you call some banks or shops, when you're put on hold, you no longer hear about their promotions, but you hear repeated strains of Roy singing "Satu Malaysia, Jadi Pegangan, Rukun Negara, Teras Panduan!"; the official 1Malaysia song.

Thus, you find corporations launching products and services with the number '1' prefixed before them. And you see the same number '1' on billboards, posters, magazines, newspapers, in many many versions and many many corporate colors.

What the Gomen tells you to do, you do.
So what if everyone is laughing at you.

And then to add insult to injury, my favourite Minister comes out with a statement saying that the Ministry's KPI on 1Malaysia has been achieved becaus 62% of Malaysians 'understand' the 1Malaysia Concept'.

So what?
How is an understanding of a concept of any real value?
People 'understand' the concept of murder and how it's illegal but people still kill people.
I 'understand' that gossip journalists are just doing their jobs but I still hate 'em.

Understanding a concept is a measurement for a national KPI? Seriously?

I could go on and on and on about this issue. I know I might come across as unpatriotic or disloyal to my country but I swear to you, I love my country.

I am proud to be a Malaysian. I was born, raised and 100% educated here.

My friends come from all races and I've never felt there was anything odd about our 'multi-racial' friendship. I never even noticed it. The actual concept of 1Malaysia has always been ingrained in all of us.

We don't need to have a competition to win a car for 'Nasi Lemak 1Malaysia' to bring us together. We don't need to wear the number '1' on our shirts to prove our love for our country. We don't need to greet each other with 'Salam 1Malaysia' to solidify our unity.

Enough already. Stop making us the brunt of jokes. And stop giving us fodder to create these jokes.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I've personally had enough.

"I know that my unity with all people cannot be destroyed by national boundaries and government orders" ~ Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy [1828-1910]

Pedestrians are Peons

I've been to countries where traffic would literally stop to allow a jay-walker to safely cross the street. Where pedestrians rule the road; at all times in all places. Where cars would ignore the sacred green light, just to allow a pedestrian to waltz across to safety.

Malaysia does not fall under one of these countries.
We don't give way to pedestrians. That would be so against our nature, our culture even. Our road-culture, that is.

If we see these 'pejalan kaki', we would usually ignore them. And honk at them if they even dare to set foot on our roads.

Because in this country, pedestrians are devoid of any right to the road. In this country, it is the taxis, and the rempits and the lorries and the Ferrari-wannabe-Kancils who are the Kings of the Road.

The pedestrians are peons. They have no wheels. For this reason, they should be punished.

They shouldn't be on the streets. How DARE they assume that they can share the road with the rest of us? They have no wheels! They're walking, for crying out loud! Kurang hajar jer nak kongsi jalan dengan kami yang berkereta nih! Korang tak bayar cukai jalan la weihh!

I've seen many instances where pedestrians are left standing in the rain while cars whizz by; none prepared to give up a mere 5 seconds to allow them to cross the road to shelter. Some even make it a point to aim at the puddles, just to get these lowly peons wet.

Yes, it's no surprise to me to see people refusing to give way to pedestrians.
But today, I witnessed something worse.
Not only do they refuse to give way to pedestrians, they refuse to allow OTHERS to give way to pedestrians.

We were driving home from lunch and the weather today was unbearably hot. As we approached the junction, we saw three middle-aged ladies waiting to cross the road. Even being in the car with the air-conditioning turned on full blast, we were still suffering from the heat and humidity. So we felt sorry for these ladies, with the sun beating directly on their tudung-clad heads.

My husband, who was driving, slowed to a stop and made hand gestures, allowing the ladies to cross the road. They hesitated for a bit, which I feel is a natural reaction of pedestrians in this country ("Yer ker dia ni nak kasi kita lalu ni...") But then they gratefully scurried across the road. God forbid they inconvenience us cars any longer than necessary, you know.

Before the last lady reached to safety, we were startled by a loud HONK from the car behind us.
What. The. Fish.

How precious is that 5 little seconds to you, you jack-ass?
Are you suffering from sembelit, or something?
Your wife waiting at home to slap you silly for being 5 seconds late?
You have an urgent need to fart but your boss is in the car?
What? What? WHAT?

It says a lot about Malaysians that we can no longer be 'good samaritans' without being condemned for it.

If we were driving an army tank, I think my dear husband would've calmly reversed and squashed that idiot. I'm sure we'd have at least three tudung-clad cheerleaders egging us on (((evil grin)))