Derek Kok reminiscence his past to find out how he started to see colour.
A, C, D, E, F . . .
I went to kindergarten at Tadika Riang Baru.
I remember competing with an ‘angmoh‘ kid for the attention of an Indian girl named Joanne. You could say she was my ‘first crush’. I adored her. I thought her pixie haircut was cute. That smile, oh that smile. Tadika Riang Baru’s uniform never looked prettier on anyone else.
I remember that my best friend in kindergarten was Luvin Kumar, a Chindian boy. We were like Oliver Twist and Huck Finn. Maybe Batman & Robin.
I remember a lot of things from my kindergarten days. But I also remember that I did not know a lot.
I didn’t know what was Malay, Chinese or Indian.
I didn’t know Joanne was Indian. All I knew was that oh-so-sweet smile.
I didn’t know the angmoh was an ‘angmoh‘. All I knew was that I did not appreciate him going after my girl. >:(
I didn’t know Luvin was Chindian.
I didn’t know back then that I did not ‘look Chinese’.
I remember my grandmother saying that I looked Malay. She also told me that if I misbehaved, the ‘apunehneh‘ (a not-so-nice term for Indians) will kidnap me. The apunehneh was like the Bogeyman; an embodiment of terror which my grandmother used to great effect in order to keep my mischievous behaviour at bay.
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Then it was primary school. People say that you go to school to learn.
I did. I learnt what ‘Malay’, ‘Chinese’, ‘Indian’ meant.
My eyes started to see ‘colour’.
I even started to notice my own colour. Like my grandmother, people were remarking that I looked Malay. I remember how my mum’s colleagues in school would joyfully exclaim that I ‘looked Melayu‘. I never understood why were they grinning from ear to ear while going, "Eh macam Melayu la anak kamu ini!" (My mum was a teacher in the same school, horror of horrors).
I began to see that people were separated based on WHAT they are. I remember an ustazah coming into my class one day, asking those who were non-Muslims to raise our hands. Being the blur kid I was, I raised my hand in compliance.
She then looked straight at me, "Kamu ni Cina ke Melayu?"
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