Sunday, 15 June 2008

Start with the man in the mirror...

EVERYONE can play a small part in building the Malaysia of the future...up to you if you want to rise to the occassion and be part of history...or just sit at the sidelines and comment!
Some thought-starters in this article by Nathaniel Tan, as posted on his blog, jelas.info.
http://jelas.info/2008/04/08/understanding-the-malay-dilemma-how-you-can-ensure-a-racism-free-malaysia/#comment-116827


Understanding the Malay Dilemma - How YOU can ensure a racism-free Malaysia

I’ve been meaning to write this for a mighty long time, as it’s something I believe quite strongly in.

Lately I have been looking at the possibility of Umno’s demise (see Part 1 and Part 2). Again, I think that on the whole, this would be a positive thing, but if we do not take the right attitudes down this road, it will be fraught with no good.

I address this post in large part to non-Malays, because as a non-Malay myself, I think the following is an important position for me to take and to articulate, for reasons that I hope will become evident.The key to a healthy transition from an Umno dominated Malaysia to a relatively Umno-less one (they keep keep Johor and maybe Pahang, that’s not the end of the world :) is to under stand the concerns of not only your rabid Umno supporter, but your more general, middle ground Malay Malaysian as well.

We have to affirm and respond to what are real, genuine, and not completely unfounded fears.

The first step along this path is to see Malaysia in the same context a Malay might. Most non-Malays view their situation in a purely Malaysian context. Many Malays understandably view their position in a more global, universal context.

I feel that it is a common apprehension among Malays that their culture and their heritage run the risk of being overrun by globalisation. In a world dominated by English-speaking, materialist non-Muslims, how is a small culture to survive?

Add that to the fact that rightly or wrongly, many Malays perceive the economy, many professions and wealth in general in Malaysia, to be dominated by non-Malays. True, this perception could possibly be due largely to Umno fear-mongering, but that in itself does not detract from the weight of that perception.

A parallel exists where religion is concerned. To many Muslims around the globe, Islam is under siege. So while most non-Muslims see themselves as being contained by a Muslim majority, Muslims feel called to defend their faith against encroachment from forces both local and foreign.

This type of siege mentality must be appreciated to the fullest. Mahathir’s old warning that Malays must take care to ensure that they never end up like Native Americans, black South Africans or Australian Aboriginies carry weight for a reason.

Whether we like it or not, not only the Umno hardcore, but many middle ground Malays would see the removal of Umno from federal power as a serious blow towards the Malay position.

I, like you perhaps, obviously believe that the future of the Malays - along with every single other Malaysian - would be better off, better cared for, and better protected under a Pakatan government. Yet, it is not enough for us to believe this; how can we help others believe it?

Here, I find Kian Ming has a few days ago articulated a number of the things I wanted to suggest.

At the same time, I wish that there was a Chinese or Indian politician who would tell his non- Malay constituents about the deep insecurities felt by many in the Malay community, about how they feel that they might be overrun in their ‘own’ country, as it were, if the NEP were to be lifted, much like how the non-White community in South Africa were marginalised under apartheid.

I wish that there was a Chinese or Indian politician who would tell his non-Malay constituents about the genuine fear that many Malays feel when they perceive that Islam is being ‘attacked’ by organisations such as Article 11 or the Interfaith Commission, about how this is related to the perception that Islam is being ‘attacked’ on a global scale in the war on terrorism.

I wish that there was a Chinese or Indian politician who would tell his non-Malay constituents that many Malays still feel as if many non-Malays are reluctant to embrace a Malaysian identity and would rather retain one which seemed to place more emphasis on ancestral ties and that many non-Malays are still reluctant to embrace BM as the national language of the nation.

Basically, I feel it is the duty of non-Malay believers in a better Malaysia, be they Pakatan sympathisers or not, to help assuage some of the fears of the Malays.

This is not a one way street. I am encouraged to read and see all sorts of signals from Pas that indicate their going through great pains to assure and affirm the needs of the non-Muslim community.

It is not enough for us to applaud these actions, we have to reciprocate in kind.

It is very meaningful when Anwar talks about the need for a race-blind Malaysian Economic Agenda, or when Hadi Awang speaks passionately about the rights of non-Muslims. Now we have to do our part.

There are countless issues we can address, in addition to what Kian Ming touched on above.

For instance, we can speak about the need to protect and encourage the growth of Malay culture and heritage in a world dominated by Western culture. We can speak out against the policies of private companies that for no good reason require job applicants to have Chinese language skills. We can speak up for the countless underprivileged Malay communities, be they urban squatters or rural poor.

If you don’t think these are genuine problems, I humbly invite you to do some soul-searching and look around with more open eyes.

It doesn’t stop there. We obviously have to practise a sincere zero-tolerance policy on snide jokes about Malays being lazy, spoilt, etc etc. Don’t make such remarks, and don’t just smile quietly when your friends do.

There are also other ‘battles’ that we have to pick with greater care. I don’t have strong feelings on the use of the term ‘Allah,’ but from an ethnic relations standpoint, I do have to wonder if those advocating its use by non-Muslims really have that much to gain from a stance, as compared to the strain it may put on religious relations.

I admit to being quite perturbed with statements like: “Saya betul-betul tidak faham kenapa segelintir orang amat sensitif jika menyentuh perkara berkaitan babi atau daging babi.”

Jika betul-betul tak faham, berusahalah untuk faham sket.

The new dawn for Malaysian politics requires politicians to up their game somewhat where nuances and maturity are concerned, as well as to leave behind old mindsets. Lim Kit Siang seems to be doing a great job evolving, as witnessed by his more measured statemens and the way he responded and changed his stance over the Perak MB issue. That, along with statements from Hadi Awang, Husam Musa (and even the Kelantan Deputy MB who clarified his backbone statement in Harakah) really signal positive maturing.

But we can’t just leave it to politicians. You and I have to do our part too. I’m quite confident my Malay brothers and sisters will help to break this new ground. The rest of us are going to have to do the same, and go above and beyond, and far out of our way, to send all the right signals to assure Malay Malaysians that even if Umno were to fade, Malay culture, Malay heritage, and Malay dignity will all continue to be protected and upheld according to the best traditions of defending human rights for all Malaysians.

Monday, 9 June 2008

Support Irene Fernandez

Received this e-mail from Irene's son...

The trial of Irene Fernandez resumes this month.

Date: 11th June 2008
Time: 9.00 a.m.
Venue: Kuala Lumpur High Court, Kompleks Mahkamah Kuala Lumpur, Jalan Duta, 50592 Kuala Lumpur.

Please show your support by being present in the court room.
Please tell your friends.
Please be present in thought & spirit.
Please pray.
Please channel positive thoughts.

Please Never underestimate the power of solidarity.


http://www.rightlivelihood.org/irene-fernandez.html

Thank you.

The Children,

Tania Jo. Maliamauv.,

Camverra Jose Maliamauv.,

Katrina Jorene Maliamauv

Thursday, 5 June 2008

Toni Kasim - A Truly Amazing Person

Am so sad that Toni is no longer in this world...met her a long time ago when I was volunteering with MAC. She stuck in my mind because of her bubbly personality, her passion for her work and her commitment to making a difference, regardless of how long it would take or how difficult the path would be. Truly an amazing human being, and I am privileged to have known her. Rest in Peace, Toni.

Article by JJRay below taken from Malaysiakini - http://www.malaysiakini.com/opinions/83993

We were supposed to get down to having coffee, something which we both kept postponing because of our respective schedules. And that coffee affair will never take place for that friend, Toni Kasim, is no longer in our midst.

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Toni or Zaitun Kasim, a noted human rights activist, passed away on Wednesday (June 4) at 5am at her sister’s house at Taman Mesra, Batu Tiga in Shah Alam after a bout with duodenal cancer over the past few months. She was 41.

zaitun toni kassimWhen news reached me that she was no more, I was shocked, unable to accept the fact that she was indeed gone. Whilst we her friends knew the grim prognosis, being the typical mortals that we are, deep in our hearts we silently prayed for a miracle to happen. It never did.

I met Toni for the last time early this year and at that point she was not yet diagnosed with the cancer. But she was terrified and with tears in her eyes said to me “I don’t want to die”. I did not know what to say so I held her hands and encouraged her to fight the cancer.

She was tired of fighting the pain, she told me. I could sense her anger at being bed-ridden, confined for a period of time in hospital and not being able to do what she loved best – work.

“I can’t wait to get back to work. It’s what keeps me going,” she shared.

Praying for her swift healing

But the cancer which spread very quickly left her tired, so tired and in pain that at one point she decided not to accept visitors. Maybe she was tired of trying to not to be tired. Text messages sent through mobile phones to her often went unanswered but her friends knew why and respected her decision to be left alone.

We each tried helping in whatever way we could. Some stood vigil at the hospital, helping her in and out of bed while others prayed for her, sending her reiki, praying for her swift healing.

But reality was harsh, in that Toni was fighting against time. While we all realised that just too well, we still prayed for a miracle.

Life is transient and so it was with our friend Zaitun, better known to all of us as Toni. Tears flowed down our cheeks as we, her near and dear ones, visited her for the last time at the mosque in Shah Alam where she was being readied for burial. While she finally found respite from her suffering, it tore our hearts to see a friend, always zestful and hard working, lay sound asleep. There was nothing left to do. Tears flowed and continue to flow.

Watching her at the mosque for the last time brought back memories of how we first met. I was attending a workshop organised by Sisters in Islam, an outfit that Toni worked with several years ago. I had walked into the room while a session was on and as I sheepishly took my seat, Toni, who was seated across me got up, extended her hand and said “Hi, I’m Toni Kasim”.

I liked her style, her ability to not let people dictate how she should behave and what she should say. She followed her heart and maybe that is why she was adored by her friends.

Post- workshop, she gave me a ride back and while in the car we chatted further. I found out we were once school mates and her sister Aishah and mine used to be classmates while her father was the manager of the bank where my father worked at. Although it has been many years I can still recall the day when my sister had informed us that Aishah and Toni’s father, Encik Kasim as we addressed him, had passed away due to a heart attack.

Talking to Toni was always nice. She had the gift of making people comfortable, of wanting to talk without inhibitions. That we will now miss sorely.

From then on, I never failed to “harass” her whenever I needed comments for stories I was pursuing. She complained to me once that the press had a tendency to misquote her so she decided to refrain from giving comments. I promised her no such problem would occur in my case. Once she had given me her comments, I would read them out to her or summarise her views, and voila! She became my favourite contact.

Her passion for life never ceased to amaze me. She believed in living life to the fullest and being young at heart. I remember wishing her happy birthday when she turned 39 and she replied: “I wish to be young forever…”.

As I write, tears swell up...

Due to her work commitments and mine, we never actually got down to meeting for a chat. It was always a work-related meeting and while coffee was always on the menu, we were never able to get down to doing it. We took things for granted. I think we instead took life for granted and kept postponing the coffee meet. That I regret very much.

There were moments when I was tempted to call her up and ask how she was doing. But fearing that I would be disturbing her process of recuperation, I never did call her up after she was discharged from hospital and stayed at her sister’s to rest. Once or twice, she did reply to my SMS’. And I left it at that, somehow naively believing all would be well.

I write this tribute six hours after Toni’s burial took place. Once I got back from the burial ground, I took a shower and when I finally sat down on the sofa, I broke down. I cried because I would miss a dear friend who made it a point to help whenever she could. I cried because I felt helpless watching a dear friend die. I cried because I wanted her to get up and say, “Hi, I’m Toni Kasim”.

As I write, tears swell up because I realise Toni Kasim will always be missed. While I allowed tears to unveil my grief, I looked at the weather turning foul, the blinding lightning, the deafening claps of thunder and a heavy downpour accompanying my grief and the grief of all those whose hearts Toni had touched.

For some strange reason, I wished I could go wake her up from her eternal place of rest and ask her to treat me to that coffee that she had promised. And I would only be too happy to continue “harassing” her for comments because I knew she enjoyed speaking her mind and I enjoyed talking to an individual who always could speak her mind. Never mind that she took a knock at me once for not being “visible” in supporting the issues that I wrote about. That was Toni Kasim!

As I write this tribute, I notice the sunset is extremely beautiful today. It had rained cats and dogs for over two hours and now the sun too says adieu, flashing its rays of hope beautifully for the arrival of yet another day. Toni, wherever you may be, know that we will continue where you have left, our dream being the same, to make the world a home for one and all.

Toni, we will always remember you.
May your soul rest in place, Toni. Al-Fatihah.