I find it difficult to fully understand racism because it is something I have rarely experienced, either in Malaysia or elsewhere in the world.
Since childhood, I have friends from all walks of life growing up respecting people regardless of their backgrounds. My neighbours are Chinese, Indian, and Malay. There was this one Uncle Yanam, whom I greeted even joke every day and Mr. Tan, who earned a living as recyclers.
When my Chinese neighbour passed away, both my Indian neighbour and I went together to express our condolences. To me, these moments were simply part of being a good neighbour and a decent human being.
Perhaps it was the way I was brought up or coming from meeting people, travelling, working in multinational environments, and learning to appreciate diversity or it is simply a matter of humanity seeing people as individuals.
That being said this does not mean I am unaware of the challenges of economic disparities, racial issues, educational inequalities, and the debates that surround them. These are real concerns deserving discussion and practical solutions. I recognise that every government of Malaysia, whether once in opposition or otherwise, has contributed in different ways towards nation building.
It gives me hope when I see in everyday life. Malaysians celebrate National Day and Malaysia Day together. We visit one another during Hari Raya, Chinese New Year, Deepavali and Christmas. I have worked together, study together, do business together - often stand together during times of hardship.
Imagine, as a Malaysian, being able to walk freely in Bukit Bintang surrounded by people from different cultures, backgrounds, and even countries without feeling out of place. Simple experience, yet it quietly reflects the openness and shared space we are fortunate to have.
Politics may divide opinions, but I have never felt the need to ask my friends, neighbours, or colleagues who they voted for. What matters more is how we treat one another.
In close friendships, there is also a level of trust where we can joke freely even “curse” or tease each other without it being taken the wrong way. It is not about disrespect, but about understanding intent. Among real friends, words are shaped by tone, history, and mutual respect, not just their literal meaning.
Just ask foreign tourists visiting Malaysia, and you will often hear their amazement at the country’s racial harmony, cultural diversity, and food culture. Sometimes it takes an outside perspective to appreciate what locals may sometimes take for granted.
Malaysia is not perfect. We have our shortcomings and challenges. But beyond the noise of politics, social media, and divisive narratives, there remains a strong spirit of coexistence among ordinary Malaysians. My experience has taught me that respect, kindness, and shared humanity are far more powerful than the differences that sometimes seek to divide us.
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