Anything Malaysia can do, Singapore can do better, says this smug Singaporean when it comes to talking about cross-straits relations. If Malaysians can get worked up over the term Allah and other Arabic terms by non-Muslims, we in Singapore can get worked up over race. Well, not actually. In Malaysia people get excited. Here in ultra-squeaky happy Singapore, the government tells us what to get excited by and the latest thing to get excited by is race or at least the race you call yourself on your National Identity Card (or NRIC as we call it). Now, you don't necessarily have to follow your father's race, you can actually chose what to call yourself. Someone even pointed out, you could be a double-barreled race.
I used to think that having race on your identity card was silly and lead to racial profiling. But then in the post-911 world, the Americans, the world's most liberal, easy-going folk on the planet decided it was acceptable to profile people as long as they were Semites...ooopps, I mean Arabs. So I guess I have to be trendy and accept that it's perfectly OK to be a total racist.
Let's face it, we're all racist to some degree or another but it is something highly impolite to admit to (Unless you're Israel and kicking the shit out of Arabs). When the South Africans lived under Apartheid we were most upset that anyone had the gall to admit to being racist. Being a racist is like farting, we loath to admit to being it.
I am a racist of the worst sort. If anyone has read this blog, they'd suspect that I had a problem with nearly every colour of the rainbow. I find Caucasians to have big mouths and no balls, Chinese to be inherent gamblers, Jews to be world class manipulators, Indians to be talkative rascals and Malays to be a little too fun loving and so on. My relationship with the love of my life started with her asking me, "Are you a racist?" Ironically, this racist here happens to have relatives of quite a few races. My two stepfathers are Caucasian and my Aunt is married to South African Jew. At the risk of going into sexual bragging, I've also had a sexual experience with a woman of every colour (White, black and yellow)
So how is it that me with all my racial hang-ups could bring myself to go to bed with a woman of different colours? I mean sex is a very personal issue as is ones views on race. I mean there are people who claim they would NEVER sleep with someone of a different race and throughout the years, sexual fetishes do get wrapped up in racial ideals - for example, Black men and Oriental women are supposed to have an image of fulfiling certain fantasies. I've heard of White girls proudly claim that, "Once you go black there's no going back." I've also had an American chap well me with some pride,"It's been a while since I fucked a round-eye."
Sex and race also get twinned up with dominance. A Finnish friend of mine discovered that Black people got very racist to him when he was dating a black girl. Some how black men became heroic when they dated hot blondes but got very upset to the point of being agressive when it came to seeing a blond guy with a black girl. Here in Asia there's something quite similar. My first shock of returning home came when I encountered a group of expats who got very upset with me for going back with a white woman (who was admitedly 12-years older to boot) - these being the same people who thought they were walking viagra ads for having a few Asian girls by their side.
Let's face it, race and sex do get entwinned and views on race and sex depend on your gender. But what can you do about it?
One is to develop understanding. I dated a black girl (girl would be the wrong term, she's 12-years older) once and during the course of the relationship found that skin colour was merely incidental. The relationship started because we liked each other and ended because we basically stopped liking each other. Race is noticable when you don't like someone but not when you do. Hence, I rant and rave about colours but seem to have friends of every colour.
maandag, januari 11, 2010
In the Name of Allah:Yahweh and so on.
When you live in a secular republic, you sometimes forget that religious sensitivities are actually very sensitive. Singapore's government has had a habit of clamping down on anything that smacks of religious or racial provocation. Muslim school girls cannot cover their heads when they go to secular schools but if you want to write about gassing the Malay community, you could find yourself in jail. Say what you like about Singapore but I like the fact that this is a place where you can have a Church, Hindu, Taoist,Buddhist temples and a mosque all within walking distance of each other. Say what you like about Singapore being a stuffy place that suppresses things (a lot gets suppressed), it's one of the few places where sacred festivals get merged. You get things like Gongxiraya or Deeparaya whenever Chinese New Year or Depavali (Diwali to North Indians) happen on the same day as Hari Raya (Eid in the Arab World)
I find it strange to listen to Westerners talk about the violent nature of Islam or how Islam represses people. Anyone who thinks Islam is violent should come over to Malaysia and see how the average Malay conducts his daily life - it's the most simple and peaceful thing you'd see. By contrast, the Chinese get unnecessarily aggressive over 20 cents.
So when you grow up in this environment, it's hard to figure out why people get worked up over what sounds like a small issue. During the Danish Cartoon issue, the average Singaporean couldn't see the European point of view that this was a freedom of speech issue or the Muslim view that was a point of respecting religion. To us, both sides were unnecessarily stubborn. We thought the Muslims were getting worked up over a bunch of cartoons for nothing while teh Europeans were just being arrogant in their insistence over the right of the papers to publish anything.
Anyway, it's the story of religious harmony has taken a slightly different tone across the Causeway in Malaysia. Apparently some churches have been attacked because a recent high court ruling has allowed the use of the name of God, "Allah" to be used by non-Muslims. For me I find this a little disturbing.
I've always understood the Malay Muslim community to be peace loving. Generally speaking, Malay Muslims in Singapore are friendlier than their Chinese counterparts. I also find Malay majority Malaysia to be more relaxed and less stressful than Chinese dominated Singapore.
I find it strange to listen to Westerners talk about the violent nature of Islam or how Islam represses people. Anyone who thinks Islam is violent should come over to Malaysia and see how the average Malay conducts his daily life - it's the most simple and peaceful thing you'd see. By contrast, the Chinese get unnecessarily aggressive over 20 cents.
So given the inherent peaceful nature of Malay Muslim culture, why is everyone getting worked up over the term "Allah?" As far I have experienced the argument against using the word "Allah"or any the common sayings in the Arab world like "Salaam" (peace) or "Insh Allah" (God Willing) by non-Muslims amounts to mocking the religion. On the personal front, I just need to be aware of who you speak to. In the Arab world and dealing with Arabs, I use such phrases because they look on it as an acceptance and appreciation of their culture. I don't with my Malay friends.
Let's leave aside my personal interactions and look at the theological premise of non-Muslims using the term, "Allah." Why is it blasphemy to use the term "Allah," in a Christian service for example? I can't think of one that comes to mind.
Islam, does not claim to be a new religion with a New God for people to worship. If you read the arguments of Islamic scholars, Islam is not a NEW RELIGION but a FULFILLMENT of the current covenant with God, which is outlined in the Jewish Torah and Christian Gospel. As far as Islam is concerned, "Allah," is the same as "Yahweh" in the Torah.
Theological conflicts between Christianity and Islam come not so much from differences between religion but between the disagreements of interpretations of the same God. Christians revere Christ as part of God and see the Gospel as a record of Jesus's life. By contrast, Islam reveres Jesus as a Prophet of God (as opposed to being God) and sees the Koran as the Word of God. However, if you look at both books, they both agree of quite a lot.
Everyone agrees that there is the One God - Allah and Yahweh being the same God expressed in different linguistic terms. It is actually correct for Jews and Christians to use the term Allah when speaking in the Arabic world or even in Malay language communications. Jews, Christians and Muslims agree that the God they worship is the same one.
Hence, I wonder what is going on over this argument about the use of the word Allah. It's definitely not a theological dispute. Nor is it about people who care about Islam. To care of Islam, you need some understanding of its theology just as you do about any other religion. I suspect trouble makers must be up to no good.
zaterdag, januari 09, 2010
Starting the Year
First week of the year has come and gone and it feels like before I know it the year will be over. However, it's not been a bad start to the year. On the second day of the year I started out by persuading Agnes that it was time to part company. The straw that broke the camel's back so to speak was her acting as if I was cheating her of major amounts of money when I asked for $19 back. I had enough, the bloody woman couldn't say thank you when I paid off a legal bill of $500 and the last thing I wanted to do was to place more pennies in her hand. Finally told her that I had enough of her ingratitude and that if she spent more time talking about her kids instead of the rich people trying to bed her instead of the usual group of 20-year olds, she might find people more inclined to deal with her.
For me, the Tiger Year is usually volatile too. I got born in 74, 86 was a lousy year in academic performance and 98 was a year I was in-love with another parasite called Adelene, a Malaysian Chinese girl who stayed in with me in Dean Street for a while. OK, to be fair to Adelene, a few Caucasians found her attractive (as opposed to Agnes whom nobody found interesting) and the girl had a talent for cooking up good French food. It's amazing how much shit one can put up with when one is well feed.
So, there you have it, I started on a healthy note to removing a major parasite from my life and I think things are starting to clear. I now have a talented half in my life who comes with an intelligent attachment. The Talented Half needs encouragement to exhibit her talents and I am doing what I can to encourage her. My regular readers should actually read hers and even comment on the things that she says. She has what you would call a refreshingly honest style of writing that we don't seem to get in Singapore. I mean our national writer is obsessed with women with bound feet and some sentimental age (though to be fair she seems to have more balls than all the men combined when it comes to political commentary) and ghost stories. So it's nice to read about someone or read someone's thoughts about the going ons in life.
Anyway, the year 2010 is starting out like 2009, just as 2009 started out like 2008. Am in the process of collecting money and trying to negotiate new contracts. I hope this is the year where I start doing things like litigation support and a bit more crisis management. Started out the year by getting interviewed in a tabloid about a publicity stunt organised by SingPost, the national mail carrier. Don't think I'll make too many friends with their corporate communications people, but do think PR people forget that the job is called "PUBLIC RELATIONS" and not "PUBLICITY."
I do agree with the fact that 90 percent of the job seems to be about chasing reporters for stories but I think we forget that getting the story published is only part of the game. The game is called "Public Relations" because our objectives are to build relations and not just publicity for the sake of it. I remember reading someone who described Donald Trump as being well known - but a well known idiot. PR consultants sometimes have this terrible habit of being so focused on the publicity aspect of the job, they forget that there are times when the client should not be in the media shouting things out.
Anyway, this should be an interesting year. By tradition the Year of the Tiger is turbulent. If you look at it this way:
1 - Both World Wars Started in Year of the Tiger.
2 - US Presidents have had lousy luck in the Tiger Year:
a - Nixon resigned in 74
b - Regan had to face inquiries into IranContra in 86
c - Clinton got impeached in 98.
If you look at the patterns, Barak Obama might be consulting a Fung Shui master just as Nancy Regan used to consult astrologers.
For me, the Tiger Year is usually volatile too. I got born in 74, 86 was a lousy year in academic performance and 98 was a year I was in-love with another parasite called Adelene, a Malaysian Chinese girl who stayed in with me in Dean Street for a while. OK, to be fair to Adelene, a few Caucasians found her attractive (as opposed to Agnes whom nobody found interesting) and the girl had a talent for cooking up good French food. It's amazing how much shit one can put up with when one is well feed.
I mean the French have a talent for making politics in the Western World more interesting. The Americans assume leadership, the Brits follow blindly and the French have a panache for throwing a spanner into the works. But you have to hand it to them. French is spoken by very few people in the world but somehow it's accepted as the world's second language and while people assume you speak English, they assume you are educated if you can speak French. But we put up with the French because they have one incredible talent - food and wine. I mean, learning a few basic phrases of the language is no issue if you get to savor the cheeses they make.
Having said that, I think the same is said of the Chinese. I mean I found Taiwan and Taipei in particular to be a dirty, crowded city but so what when you get to deal with people who have enough imagination to come up with 20 varieties of ice tea, each of them tasting spectacular. I'm Westernised in a lot of ways but I still go back to Chinese, particularly Cantonese cuisine as home food. Having said that I do love Italian and Indian food amongst other cuisine ...at one stage I was even munch suji with the African boys down in Little India. The Nigerians could never quite figure me out. No right thinking Chinese would sit with them and enjoy a good meal. In the end I think they figured it was something sexual - they would always say,"You like our food! Get Power like African!" I think they may have a point. There must obviously be enough Chinamen eating Suji and Obusi soup - more and more scam mails seem to come from China as opposed to Africa. Before you know it, I'll be inviting the lot of you to invest in this blog....
Still one should not be too mean to those who scam people. I mean, we have Citizens of Caucasia coming over here because, well there are plenty of idiots willing to give them the time of the day. So what does it say about the rest of us?
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