Seeking Out A Fair System

Another case of a racist headmistress has just been reported and to say that I am aghast is an understatement. This feels like using a crane to extract my teeth.

Yes, I am vocal about over here in Malaysia but I am vocal because I am not afraid. I am not a racist. And I was just telling my cousin why. I would love to see a system that is fairly executed and managed, and that is not wrong. After all, that is what Democracy is all about.

I have wonderful, wonderful, WONDERFUL Malay Muslim friends all over the world and in the same way that they love me, I love them too. I think I like living like that - no hatred, just togetherness and respecting each other.

If it were the Chinese or Indians or the Lain-Lains (how sad is THAT?) discriminated against, I will still feel that justice is not served. We are the family and as long as we all hold the same type of IC, then we are deserving of the same opportunities. Currently, I am living with a system that favored boys over girls, elder brother over younger sister or LV over reasonably-priced handbag.

It's just not fair that way. Am I afraid that this blog will get flagged or police officers are going to appear at my gate? Sure, I am. I will be upfront about that but fear is not going to tie my hands behind my back because no one deserves to live like that.

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