Monday, November 3, 2008
Institutional racism has been all around in Singapore since time immemorial. Recently there is a proliferation of racism promoted in Singapore. Government sees it as an issue and has widely promoted an organization to mitigate the global problem.
After a great read from the article on NYEC Project in 2001, I personally find it an unnecessary to curb this issue. It is a great humor to have a widespread of racism across the Southeast Asia against Indians, isnt it so?
Received upon an email from NYEC (National Youth Employment Coalition), I did a research at yahoo and came across this particular website termed as “institutional racism”. NYEC launched the institutional racism project, to psycho our fellow polytechnic students to initiate to join them as a team to solve this crisis. Students are advised to form groups to discuss the factors and therefore to brainstorm and solve the problems. With a certain deadline, the best group from each school were to participate in a competition and formed a coalition to further debate it. The winning group will be sponsored an expensive study trip to dream countries like America or Japan. What an attractive prizes indeed.
Hang on. Is there really a need to curb this exciting phenomenon? That's simply god-damn hilarious. I know personal feud shouldn't mingle with the current issue; but well I seriously have had bad experiences with Indians. They thought they were superior to non-Indians and always thought to be the kings and queens in Singapore. I was a humble waiter a few months back then. I joined Swiss café through an agency named x-celist. This Swiss café is more of an Indian café. 85 percents of them are Indians and were all believe to be the big bullies in the café. They tend to take advantages of new freshmen like me and treat its part-timer worst than dogs. Back then I have no experiences in F&B industry and appeared a tad too timid in front of them. The Indians appeared to be very demanding and behaved like Barbarians. The managers are no better too. That began to draw a long and tedious journey through these 2 torturing months. Those fucking Indian crews scream at me and ordered me inhumanely on the chores they personally rejected. I've joined Plaza Market Café and Inagiku later on and the treatment is no better than café Swiss.
I remembered vividly regarding two serious arguments at Plaza Market Café. I was being tasked as a food runner. Food Runner's job is to clear used gobbets and plates from customers' table and placed them nicely on the trolley for convenience to push them to the kitchen. I remembered there was a time I was concentrating on pushing that fucking heavy trolley, that fucking black ugly bastard came in and ordered me to carry the gobbets' tray and distribute to the empty tables for the afternoon high tea. I remembered my duty as a food runner is to merely clear plates and cups and nothing related to the distribution of those shit. I have tons of work to do and yet he as a team leader didn't help me and had piled up more jobs for me instead. That ugly black stood there and did nothing.
HEY, you big burly black asshole! Posing there for majestic ceremony, huh? Come on, you're just going to lose face instead of winning the glory. Save your embarrassment.
I am fine to assist if I have finished my own work. Dream on that I would help you.
Worst off, he started to tick me off. “I ask you to do the things I want, you better do them. Don't say anything! You just listen to what I tell you to do.” You see, that bloody monster can't even speak proper English, yet he still got that guts to “flaunt” his English.
I cursed back, “Dream on that I will do this fucking chore for you. You still got the cheek to order me while you stand there and do nothing?! I am busy and there's a lot more waiting for me to do them. Why don't you do it yourself? The tray is just right down fucking on your shitty feet.”
His face started to turn black. Aw, I can't tell any different anyway. His face is already shitty black.
I shouted back as I pushed my trolley to the kitchen, “I don't want leh.” And all those cursed words blurted out from my mouth... Bloody asshole, CheeBye, KNN, and a lot more.
“Come with me; let's talk this to the manager.”
Okay, well, I followed him. Birds of the same feather flock together. No, I should say Blacks of the same shit fuck together. Although the manager is a Chinese, he was siding that black asshole. At last, I was being sent home. (It's even better.) I received a lot of warnings and complaints by the café too.
I so-called know a few friends over there and they personally hate to work with Indians too. The Indians are super-duper fucking bastards. One thing, beforehand I have never had any grudge against Indians. So do my peers working there. Later on I switched to working at E-hub as a runner and a server at K Box. I am lucky to meet those fellow Chinese crews. They really makes me feel home. In the end, I stopped going to work since I want to fully concentrate on my study.
IN CONCLUSION, Government should abort the plan on mitigate institutional racism. One thing I want to tell you people is: It's useless. Even government were to try mingling Indians with non-Indians, I guaranteed that it will only aroused a stronger racism.
Only if you started working with them, you will only realise racism stimulate in your grudgy heart any sooner.. So let the matter rest. Already said it is institutional; as it has been there since such a long time. It will never be solved. No amount of effort is going to abolish the negative thoughts of the anti-blacks.
10:39 PM
