...wishing I did because the scene today was what I wanted to see during Bersih 3.0 whereby I was chased off like never before.
For those of you who have chastised me for going for the previous rallies and had this conversation with...
Her: Why would anyone want to go for those rallies, I don't know
Me: Because we are fighting for everyone, including you...
Her: No, no, no...please don't say you are fighting for me too, thank you.
Me: ....ok....
For the longest time, we were fearful. Maybe she is merely a teen, all of her ** years worth of INTELLIGENCE, she has never felt the frustration that we have felt. We were called second-class, felt like punching a wall, felt disappointment, shutted up (I know, I know there is no SHUTTED, Go away grammar-Nazi) and then considered migrating to another country.
I won't name people or get specific but what really turned this fence-sitter around was when I dealt with both sides of the divide and found the discrepancies deplorable. One, offering me more than I asked for without me asking for more (can we say vote buying here?), the other totally pummeled my price down. I had my blog banned because it was considered 'dangerous' enough to cause a racial rift. I mean, like come on! WTF.
Anyway, the haters will never feel the kind of unity we feel during these mass rallies. When we are going about our daily lives, we are surrounded only with people who are familiar with our language, community, lifestyle, and probably have similar income. Yet, it is so beautiful to see and feel the surge of unity during these gatherings, to show that we are not divided.
So, she will never hear the voices of everyone singing the National Anthem like they fucking mean it any time during her lifetime. She will never wave a Malaysian flag like a friggin' boss and feel it in every fiber of her being. She will never feel the wave of pride of being a part of a country. She will never feel the positivity and courage vibrating from tens of thousands of human beings fighting for a fair country. She will never feel as loved and accepted as a human being.
Gee, after writing that....I kind of feel sad for her. Poor her. LOL!
And as a side note, I want to give PDRM the credit today for cooperating with the people (although it might have been for other reasons but I don't care) and letting the rally take place and help keep everything organized and peaceful. See? We are moving in the right direction, IMHO.
Happy Saturday, everyone!
Love,
Marsha
For those of you who have chastised me for going for the previous rallies and had this conversation with...
Her: Why would anyone want to go for those rallies, I don't know
Me: Because we are fighting for everyone, including you...
Her: No, no, no...please don't say you are fighting for me too, thank you.
Me: ....ok....
For the longest time, we were fearful. Maybe she is merely a teen, all of her ** years worth of INTELLIGENCE, she has never felt the frustration that we have felt. We were called second-class, felt like punching a wall, felt disappointment, shutted up (I know, I know there is no SHUTTED, Go away grammar-Nazi) and then considered migrating to another country.
I won't name people or get specific but what really turned this fence-sitter around was when I dealt with both sides of the divide and found the discrepancies deplorable. One, offering me more than I asked for without me asking for more (can we say vote buying here?), the other totally pummeled my price down. I had my blog banned because it was considered 'dangerous' enough to cause a racial rift. I mean, like come on! WTF.
Anyway, the haters will never feel the kind of unity we feel during these mass rallies. When we are going about our daily lives, we are surrounded only with people who are familiar with our language, community, lifestyle, and probably have similar income. Yet, it is so beautiful to see and feel the surge of unity during these gatherings, to show that we are not divided.
So, she will never hear the voices of everyone singing the National Anthem like they fucking mean it any time during her lifetime. She will never wave a Malaysian flag like a friggin' boss and feel it in every fiber of her being. She will never feel the wave of pride of being a part of a country. She will never feel the positivity and courage vibrating from tens of thousands of human beings fighting for a fair country. She will never feel as loved and accepted as a human being.
Gee, after writing that....I kind of feel sad for her. Poor her. LOL!
And as a side note, I want to give PDRM the credit today for cooperating with the people (although it might have been for other reasons but I don't care) and letting the rally take place and help keep everything organized and peaceful. See? We are moving in the right direction, IMHO.
Happy Saturday, everyone!
Love,
Marsha
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