Everyday as we move closer to out independence day, I can’t help but wonder whether did we ever achieve true independence in our minds and hearts. Forget the proclamations in a stadium and all those signatures on a piece of paper. Not that I am condemning and making fun of all those things, but to me, independence is a lot more than that. I am doubly sure that some people would actually agree with me. I am presented with a dilemma every year. Why? Because every year, whenever I get the urge to plant the flag majestically at my house, some idiot tells me to get out of the country. I’m made to feel like a non-citizen. I then end up questioning every single fucking thing that going wrong with the way we live in this blessed country.
Why is it that everything in this country seems so fragile? Why does someone jump their head off when something “taboo” is spoken out in public, when it is clearly not “taboo”? Why is it that I fear my children, and their children will forever be regarded as a person of “another colour”? Why do we always have to think a million times before voicing out displeasure?
Why do some parties police the country looking for things that, according to them, incite hate and create disharmony among races? When did the freedom of expression got bottled up in the name of national secrets and/or security? Why does a man gets questioned by the police when someone incompetent in language skills makes an absurd police report? And why do some people blind the eyes of the people they serve with pointless finger pointing but never with beneficial actions? Truly the freedom of expression is very much lost to the ruling party. I’m considered a hard leftist whenever I choose to question something without blindly obeying. Idiots who grovel at their feet, on the other hand, are rewarded (directly or indirectly) and continue to stagnate in their thoughts and actions. The finale comes when these grovelers put the country’s name at shame by their stupidity.
Am I inciting hate? Or am I creating disharmony? Am I insulting my rulers? Or am I insulting a religion? None of those. Achieving independence is about learning to broaden our minds in every aspect. It is about mending old problems. It is about paving new ways towards advancement in skills and knowledge. Independence is about letting go of outdated policies and believes and replacing them with new ideas for the benefit of all of a country’s residents. Independence is about being able to think for yourself, and be free to voice out your displeasure. Be damned those politicians who think that I owe my allegiance to them. Be damned those politicians who think that their policies are in place to protect me. I am protected by the constitution, thank you very much. It is the retards and idiots who bend the constitution to suit their own whims and need that I am afraid of.
I want to see a future for me, where I am not discriminated based on petty differences of man such as the presence of facial hair or underwear colour AND skin colour. I want to know that I have the freedom of choice. Malaysians should be able to support any football team they want, without the overzealous zealots going on about devil-worship. I wanna express opinions without having some shit-faced asshole make a police report on me just because he is NOT smart enough to understand my comments. I wanna go to concerts and watch Beyonce shake her booty. Does this make me immoral? Why do I have moral police watching over my shoulders, trying to “protect” me?
We’ve dealt with immature racists and slimy politicians for so long that some of us have grown to “accept” that this is how things will be from now on. I’d tell those people to wake up from their slumber. No one must give up. If you truly believe that the nation is in distress and the government’s policies are detrimental to how we as a society will progress, then you shall never give up. How long will you stay silent for the travesties? Deaths in custody, corruption and leakages in the national coffers are rife. Freedom to gather peacefully have been taken away. You CANNOT afford to stay silent AND be truly independent from the shackles of tyranny.
I was born in this country. So did both my parents, all 4 grandparents, and 6 of my great-grandparents (only 2 were immigrants). Why should I be thankful to anyone except this land I call home? I contribute to society with equal zeal and honesty, yet I cannot brush off the feeling that I am unwanted by some quarters. I am labeled by communal stigma and although it is a burden most of us have to bear, it is one that I wish it I did not have. It is one that makes me want to lay the smackdown on those wretched scum of Malaysia who concoct wild accusations of “insulting Islam, insulting Malays and insulting the King”.
53 years of independence has brought us much advancement and achievements. But none would be so foolish if he were thinking that all of this is enough. There is a long, long way to go. Even after 53 years, there are some aspects still with closed doors and closed minds. Let’s just hope they open up by the time the next 50 comes up. I want to be able to raise the national flag and call myself a Malaysian without racial references. I know that this concept is still a dream at the moment, yet I do not fail to hope. I’ve seen plenty of wonderful Malaysians that have broken out of the mould the government set, and they keep my hope alive.
SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA KE-53