It is a well known fact that the shortest route between 2 points is a straight line. But it is not necessarily the fastest. A racing line on a racing track is not a straight line. In fact around a particularly tight corner, a racing line is described as one which allows for the largest turning radius.
In the last 50 years we Malaysians have described each other by racial lines. Nothing else is more infusive in our society then race. Even religion takes a back seat. Hell, even as the Brits were about to hand us back our country we demanded a “social contract” be written out. I wonder who signed that bloody document? What does it say anyway? I want to know. As a result, 50 years down the road, mention money changers and you’ll picture an Indian sitting inside a dingy booth, mention a VCD seller and he’s definitely Chinese. Government servant asked for coffee money?, police ask for a bribe? – your brains will be screaming “bloody good for nothing Malay”. Don’t lie, I do. Almost all professions in Malaysia are drawn along Racial Lines. Have you ever seen an Indian own an electrical appliance outlet? A Malay sell you mobile phones? Well, maybe you have, if you happen to be in the back street in the city and the guy selling it to you has only one model, a stolen one that is. There are probably less than a handful of non Malays in the police force. The list goes on.
So are we really ready to give up the racing line and allow someone the chance to overtake? Are we willing to ease of the throttle just a little to give the other some breathing space, a chance to accelerate around the next corner? Or are we going to hog that racing line and force him to brake hard….impede his progress even though he is the better man but happen to be behind at the moment.
Sure we are fed up of the current and corrupt government. Sure we want a freer Press who will write the truth as they see it. Sure, we are all fed up with the same diatribe “You cannot trust the Chinese!”, “Malays can’t work!” “Bloody drunk Indians!” A whole Nation of people have grown up hearing this it is almost infusive. Can we find it inside us to change? Each and everyone of us?
angryman