Nik Nazmi has written a very interesting entry on his blog.
His entry title - "Apabila Orang Melayu Turut Berhijrah…" which translates to "When the Malays migrate as well..." is a fresh take of a Malay's point of view when we're talking about something as critical as our homeland's failing economical policies.
Here are the top 2 paragraphs from his entry in Malay.
Saya baru pulang daripada sebuah majlis makan malam tertutup bersama beberapa tokoh korporat. Tuan rumah majlis tersebut menceritakan bagaimana dia bertemu seorang tokoh muda Melayu Malaysia yang bekerja di sebuah bank pelaburan terkemuka dunia di Singapura. Beliau berkata kepada tokoh muda tersebut, tak minat pulang ke Malaysia ke? Pasti dia boleh memainkan peranan besar di bank-bank tempatan.
Jawab tokoh muda tersebut: “Saya tak ingin pulang. Kalau saya pulang dan dilantik menjadi ketua, orang akan memandang saya mendapat jawatan tersebut hanya kerana saya Melayu. Mereka pasti memikirkan ada dua-tiga eksekutif Cina yang berada di belakang saya, membuat kerja-kerja saya. Mereka tidak akan menghargai kebolehan, penat lelah dan titik peluh saya untuk mencapai kejayaan tersebut. Saya lagi rela berada di sini di mana orang tahu saya kena bekerja keras untuk sampai di sini.”
Here is an English translation.
I have just arrived home from a private dinner with a few prominent corporate figures. The host of the dinner was just telling a story as to how he met a young Malay Malaysian corporate figure that is working in a very famous investment bank in Singapore. He asked the young man if he was interested in going back to Malaysia. He would surely be able to play a very large role in the local banks.
The young corporate figure replied, "I am not interested in going home. If I go back and get elected as a head, people will think that I obtained the position just because I am Malay. They will surely think that I will be backed by 2-3 Chinese executives that will do all my work for me. They will not appreciate my skills, hard work and sweat that I have put into achieving this success. I rather stay here where people know I have worked hard to arrive at where I am today."
This hits the nail right on its head.
The government's continued ignorance to continue with the failing NEP and its racial based methods to run the country clearly requires a big wake up call. I am sure that this young Malay corporate figure in Singapore is not alone in his thinking.
I have had Malay friends who have mentioned the very same thing to me before.
Things shouldn't have to do with the colour of your skin. Your religion shouldn't matter. What ethnic background you have shouldn't be a cause for discrimination.
When you push people away with discriminatory policies, they will just make do and take the more appealing choice that will give them better success in life when arriving at a crossroad in life. In this case - this fellow Malay has decided to live on in Singapore with his skills, where people will respect him for what he is.
You can't buy respect. You may be able to buy votes with exorbitant spending through 'money politics' and continue to stay in power, but you cannot buy the souls and hearts of the rest of the country.
As people get more educated about the issues that have they have been blinded with, they will realise how much needs to be done in order to make their country better.
It is very good to hear from a Malay Malaysian. This truly provides a very fresh take on this whole economical policy issue.
"Isu orang bukan Melayu meninggalkan Malaysia kerana kecewa dengan dasar ekonomi kerajaan sudah cukup biasa diulas.
Tetapi apabila ada orang Melayu yang kononnya menjadi penerima faedah utama dasar tersebut juga mengambil langkah untuk keluar, ia menghantar mesej yang cukup mendalam untuk kerajaan."
The translation goes as below.
The issue of non-Malays leaving Malaysia because they are disappointed with the government's economical policy has been repeatedly brought up. But when there are Malays who are supposedly the main benefactors of the policy who take steps to get out - this sends a really deep message to the government.
Bravo Nik for your entry. Let's hope it does not fall on deaf ears.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
A very frightened Malaysian abroad
A pretty good eye-opening read.
Dear Raja Petra,
I have been meaning to pen some of my thoughts for some time now, to let people actually read the views of the typical ‘overseas Malaysian’ who is kept away. I realise that my e-mail is rather long, but I do hope that you would consider publishing it, and also keep my name private.
I shall start by telling you a little about my background. Mine is a rather sad tale -- of a young Malaysian full of hope and patriotic enthusiasm, which is slowly but surely dissipating.
I am very different from many other non-Bumiputeras as I was given tremendous opportunities throughout my childhood. Born into a middle-class Chinese but English-speaking family, I grew up with all the privileges of imported books, computers, piano/violin lessons and tuition teachers.
My parents insisted that I should be exposed to a multi-racial education in a national school. In my time, my urban national school (a missionary school) was a truly happy place -- where the Malays, Chinese and Indian students were roughly equal in proportion. We played and laughed with each other and studied the history of the world together during Form 4, with one interesting chapter dedicated to Islamic history.
Though 75% of my teachers were Malays I never really noticed. My Malay teachers were the kindest to me -- teaching me well and offering me every possible opportunity to develop. I led the district teams in the English and Bahasa Malaysia debating competitions. I was the only non-Malay finalist in the Bahasa Malaysian state-level elocution competition. My Malay teachers encouraged me to transfer to a government residential school (sekolah berasrama penuh) so as to enable me to maximise my academic potential. I refused because I was happy where I was, so they made me head prefect and nominated me as a ‘Tokoh Pelajar Kebangsaan’. Till this day I am absolutely certain it was the kindness of all my Malay teachers which made me a true Malaysian.
I excelled at school and was offered a Singaporean government scholarship to study overseas. I turned it down because I wanted to ensure I would remain a ‘true Malaysian’ in the eyes of Malaysia. So I accepted a Malaysian government scholarship to study at Oxford University. Throughout my three years as an undergraduate the officers at the MSD looked after me very well and were always there to offer support.
I graduated with first class honours and was offered a job with a leading investment bank. The JPA released me from my bond so as to enable me to develop my potential. I shall always be grateful for that. I worked hard and rose up the ranks. My employer sent to me to Harvard University for postgraduate studies and I climbed further up the ladder.
Now I am 31 years old and draw a comfortable monthly salary of US$22,000. Yet I yearn to return home. I miss my home, my family, my friends, my Malaysian hawker food and the life in Malaysia. I have been asked many times by Singaporean government agencies to join them on very lucrative terms, but I have always refused due to my inherent patriotism.
I really want to return home. I have been told by government-linked corporations and private companies in Malaysia that, at best, I would still have to take a 70% pay cut if I return to Malaysia to work. I am prepared and willing to accept that. My country has done a lot for me so I should not complain about money.
However, of late, my idealistic vision of my country has really come crashing down, harder and faster than ever before.
I read about the fiascos involving non-Bumiputera top scorers who are denied entry to critical courses at local universities and are offered forestry and fisheries instead. (My cousin scored 10 A1s for SPM and yet was denied a scholarship).
I read about UMNO Youth attacking the so-called meritocracy system because there are less than 60% Malay students in law and pharmacy whilst conveniently keeping silent about the fact that 90% of overseas scholarship recipients are Malays and that Malays form the vast majority in courses like medicine, accountancy and engineering at local universities.
I read about the Higher Education Minister promising that non-Bumiputera Malaysians will never, ever step foot into UiTM.
I read about a poor Chinese teacher’s daughter with 11 A1s being denied a scholarship, while I know some Malay friends who scored 7 As and whose parents are millionaires being given scholarships.
I read about the brilliant Prof. K.S. Jomo who was denied a promotion to Senior Professor (not even to Head of Department) although he was backed by references from three Nobel Prize winners. Of course, his talent is recognised by a prestigious appointment at the United Nations.
I read about UMNO Youth accusing Chinese schools of being detrimental to racial integration while demanding that Mara Junior Science Colleges and other residential schools be reserved for only Malays.
I read about the Malay newspaper editors attacking the private sector for not appointing enough Malays to senior management level whilst insisting that the government always ensure that Malays dominate anything government-related.
I read that at our local universities not a single Vice-Chancellor or Deputy Vice-Chancellor is non-Malay.
I read that in the government not a single Secretary-General of any ministry is non-Malay. The same goes for all government agencies like the police, armed forces, etc.
I read about UMNO screaming for the Malay Agenda while accusing everyone else of racism for whispering about equality.
I read about a poor Indian lady having to pay full price for a low-cost house after being dispossessed from a plantation whilst Malay millionaires demand their 10% Bumiputera discount when buying RM2 million bungalows in a gated community.
I read about my beloved national schools becoming more and more Islamic by the day, enforced by overzealous principals.
I read about my Form 4 World History (Sejarah Dunia) syllabus, which now contains only one chapter of world history, with Islamic history covering the rest of the book.
As I read all this I tremble with fear. I love my country and long to return. I am willing to take a 70% pay cut. I am willing to face a demotion. I honestly want to contribute my expertise in complex financial services and capital markets. But really, is there a future for me, for my children and for their children? I am truly frightened.
I can deal with the lack of democracy, the lack of press freedom, the ISA, our inefficient and bureaucratic civil service, our awful manners, and even a little corruption. But I cannot deal with racism in my homeland.
I think this is the single biggest factor which is keeping people like me away. And bear in mind, there are so many of us (researchers, scientists, bankers, economists, lawyers, academics, etc.). What people read about in Malaysia (like Dr Terence Gomez) is but the tiniest tip of the iceberg. You will be amazed to know about Malaysians denied JPA scholarships (which would have made them civil servants), took loans to attend Ivy League universities, but who are later asked to advise our government (on IT, economics, etc.) at fees running to millions of US dollars. Such information will never be published because it is politically incorrect.
As a Christian, I pray for God’s blessing on this great country of ours. I pray that He blesses our leaders with the foresight and humanity to see that this will not work and cannot continue. I pray they will have the strength to make our country a home for all Malaysians plus they will have mercy on the poor, including the non-Malays. I pray for true racial harmony and acceptance (not just tolerance) in Malaysia.
Yours sincerely,
A very frightened Malaysian abroad
Thanks to Harbx for passing this on
Dear Raja Petra,
I have been meaning to pen some of my thoughts for some time now, to let people actually read the views of the typical ‘overseas Malaysian’ who is kept away. I realise that my e-mail is rather long, but I do hope that you would consider publishing it, and also keep my name private.
I shall start by telling you a little about my background. Mine is a rather sad tale -- of a young Malaysian full of hope and patriotic enthusiasm, which is slowly but surely dissipating.
I am very different from many other non-Bumiputeras as I was given tremendous opportunities throughout my childhood. Born into a middle-class Chinese but English-speaking family, I grew up with all the privileges of imported books, computers, piano/violin lessons and tuition teachers.
My parents insisted that I should be exposed to a multi-racial education in a national school. In my time, my urban national school (a missionary school) was a truly happy place -- where the Malays, Chinese and Indian students were roughly equal in proportion. We played and laughed with each other and studied the history of the world together during Form 4, with one interesting chapter dedicated to Islamic history.
Though 75% of my teachers were Malays I never really noticed. My Malay teachers were the kindest to me -- teaching me well and offering me every possible opportunity to develop. I led the district teams in the English and Bahasa Malaysia debating competitions. I was the only non-Malay finalist in the Bahasa Malaysian state-level elocution competition. My Malay teachers encouraged me to transfer to a government residential school (sekolah berasrama penuh) so as to enable me to maximise my academic potential. I refused because I was happy where I was, so they made me head prefect and nominated me as a ‘Tokoh Pelajar Kebangsaan’. Till this day I am absolutely certain it was the kindness of all my Malay teachers which made me a true Malaysian.
I excelled at school and was offered a Singaporean government scholarship to study overseas. I turned it down because I wanted to ensure I would remain a ‘true Malaysian’ in the eyes of Malaysia. So I accepted a Malaysian government scholarship to study at Oxford University. Throughout my three years as an undergraduate the officers at the MSD looked after me very well and were always there to offer support.
I graduated with first class honours and was offered a job with a leading investment bank. The JPA released me from my bond so as to enable me to develop my potential. I shall always be grateful for that. I worked hard and rose up the ranks. My employer sent to me to Harvard University for postgraduate studies and I climbed further up the ladder.
Now I am 31 years old and draw a comfortable monthly salary of US$22,000. Yet I yearn to return home. I miss my home, my family, my friends, my Malaysian hawker food and the life in Malaysia. I have been asked many times by Singaporean government agencies to join them on very lucrative terms, but I have always refused due to my inherent patriotism.
I really want to return home. I have been told by government-linked corporations and private companies in Malaysia that, at best, I would still have to take a 70% pay cut if I return to Malaysia to work. I am prepared and willing to accept that. My country has done a lot for me so I should not complain about money.
However, of late, my idealistic vision of my country has really come crashing down, harder and faster than ever before.
I read about the fiascos involving non-Bumiputera top scorers who are denied entry to critical courses at local universities and are offered forestry and fisheries instead. (My cousin scored 10 A1s for SPM and yet was denied a scholarship).
I read about UMNO Youth attacking the so-called meritocracy system because there are less than 60% Malay students in law and pharmacy whilst conveniently keeping silent about the fact that 90% of overseas scholarship recipients are Malays and that Malays form the vast majority in courses like medicine, accountancy and engineering at local universities.
I read about the Higher Education Minister promising that non-Bumiputera Malaysians will never, ever step foot into UiTM.
I read about a poor Chinese teacher’s daughter with 11 A1s being denied a scholarship, while I know some Malay friends who scored 7 As and whose parents are millionaires being given scholarships.
I read about the brilliant Prof. K.S. Jomo who was denied a promotion to Senior Professor (not even to Head of Department) although he was backed by references from three Nobel Prize winners. Of course, his talent is recognised by a prestigious appointment at the United Nations.
I read about UMNO Youth accusing Chinese schools of being detrimental to racial integration while demanding that Mara Junior Science Colleges and other residential schools be reserved for only Malays.
I read about the Malay newspaper editors attacking the private sector for not appointing enough Malays to senior management level whilst insisting that the government always ensure that Malays dominate anything government-related.
I read that at our local universities not a single Vice-Chancellor or Deputy Vice-Chancellor is non-Malay.
I read that in the government not a single Secretary-General of any ministry is non-Malay. The same goes for all government agencies like the police, armed forces, etc.
I read about UMNO screaming for the Malay Agenda while accusing everyone else of racism for whispering about equality.
I read about a poor Indian lady having to pay full price for a low-cost house after being dispossessed from a plantation whilst Malay millionaires demand their 10% Bumiputera discount when buying RM2 million bungalows in a gated community.
I read about my beloved national schools becoming more and more Islamic by the day, enforced by overzealous principals.
I read about my Form 4 World History (Sejarah Dunia) syllabus, which now contains only one chapter of world history, with Islamic history covering the rest of the book.
As I read all this I tremble with fear. I love my country and long to return. I am willing to take a 70% pay cut. I am willing to face a demotion. I honestly want to contribute my expertise in complex financial services and capital markets. But really, is there a future for me, for my children and for their children? I am truly frightened.
I can deal with the lack of democracy, the lack of press freedom, the ISA, our inefficient and bureaucratic civil service, our awful manners, and even a little corruption. But I cannot deal with racism in my homeland.
I think this is the single biggest factor which is keeping people like me away. And bear in mind, there are so many of us (researchers, scientists, bankers, economists, lawyers, academics, etc.). What people read about in Malaysia (like Dr Terence Gomez) is but the tiniest tip of the iceberg. You will be amazed to know about Malaysians denied JPA scholarships (which would have made them civil servants), took loans to attend Ivy League universities, but who are later asked to advise our government (on IT, economics, etc.) at fees running to millions of US dollars. Such information will never be published because it is politically incorrect.
As a Christian, I pray for God’s blessing on this great country of ours. I pray that He blesses our leaders with the foresight and humanity to see that this will not work and cannot continue. I pray they will have the strength to make our country a home for all Malaysians plus they will have mercy on the poor, including the non-Malays. I pray for true racial harmony and acceptance (not just tolerance) in Malaysia.
Yours sincerely,
A very frightened Malaysian abroad
Thanks to Harbx for passing this on
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