Around 27-years ago, back when my baby-brother, Christopher was a five-year-old, I made the mistake of calling him “Fat Face.” He was at that time still “baby-cute.” I guess after a few too many squeezes from his much larger older brother and being called “Fat-Face,” he looked me and said “Well, at least I’m not bald.” My mother who was in the car when this happened, just looked at me and said “Well, serves you right, who asked you to call him ‘fat-face?’”
When
I look back at this moment, I realise that my relationship with my much younger
brother sums up the relationship that exists between ethnic or religious
majorities and their minority counterparts in most fairly benevolent places. I
love my baby brother, but it took me quite a while to have “serious”
conversations with him, which only happened much later in life. The reason was
simple. He’s always been the baby of the family and it took me a while to
understand that he was growing up the way I was getting older. At that time, I
was 23 and he was five going on six. So, as far as I was concerned, I could
call him whatever I wanted, and he’d accept it because I was, well his
big-brother and there was nothing he could do about it.
Majority-minority
relationships are complex than that. Sometimes the relationship often turns
nasty, as Jews in Europe, Indians in Africa and Chinese in Southeast Asia can
attest to. However, if you leave aside the extremes, most places with ethnic and
religious minorities have managed to create a certain sense of calm and
stability. However, even in the places where there is “stability” there are
certain tensions and “colour blindness” doesn’t quite exist when it should.
Take
Singapore as an example. We are a fairly diverse place where Chinese, Malays
and Indians have co-existed quite well for 59-years. We’ve not had a major
racial riot since the 1960s. Yet, and yet, there still remains a certain
tension, which, while not “malevolent” shouldn’t exist. Take, for example, the
common refrain that Singapore, despite 59-years of schemes to promote racial
harmony, remains a place where “the public will not accept a non-Chinese as
Prime Minister.”
Why
is that so? I’d look at it through the prism of my relationship with my much
younger brother. We, the ethnic majority love our brothers and sisters from
ethnic minority communities but we’re the “older” sibling and they’ve got to
take whatever we dish at them. They, the younger siblings should aspire to be
like us Hence, the Indian chap has to accept dark skin jokes when he goes out
with his mates and he’s not supposed to come back with something snappy about
the majority. If an HR department comes up with something “racist,” trust you
me, a member of that said ethnic community will be the one defending it.
So,
we in the ethnic majority, sometimes forget that the minority can come back and
give as good as it gets. Let’s look at the “At least I’m not bald” moment in American
politics, when America’s favourite lunatic, Marjorie Taylor Green (MTG), decided
to patronise a colleague from Texas who happened to be educated and black.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSWQa8ZzLQ0
You
could say that the “Bleach Blonde, Bad Built, Butch Body” (B6) was well
deserved. Its like my brother’s “At least, I’m not bald,” retort to being
called “Fat-Face.” Actually, that remark is even better because she never aimed
it at MTG and framed it as a question to the chairman. Whilst the comments were
not made directly to MTG, one will note that she’s now freaking out and
demanding that the B6 comments get struck from the record. In short, MTG is
perfectly good at dishing it out but can’t take it when its dished back her.
She is a bully and given that the B6 remarks have not only gone viral but
spawned merchandise. Meanwhile, MTG has been sulking in the corner like a small
child:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlVsy9AWJP4
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