What do you think? Am I a more honourable Malay if…?
Mariam Mokhtar, The Ant Daily
I declare that I am racist, but claim that Islam justifies my stance.
I claim that my generosity enables me to share Malaysia with other races, then ignore the rights of the Orang Asli.
I have the right to insult other people with names like “Crazy Chinese pig” and see nothing wrong with being offensive to non-Malays.
I insist that my rights are more important than anybody else’s.
I accuse the Chinese schools of supporting racism and practising meritocracy.
I am a jobless Mat Rempit, but show my “power” by being coarse and vulgar.
I am jealous that the Bersih 4 rally marchers, managed to muster 500,000 people onto the streets of KL.
I blame the Chinese for the problems afflicting my own race.
I claim that the Chinese are racist, when employing staff for their multi-lingual firms, but do nothing about learning a second language like English, or Mandarin to make myself more employable.
I claim that the Umno Baru party is not behind the red shirt rally, but find key leaders spewing racist rants at the rally.
I claim to be far superior to other races, then act like a thug, and wreck Chinese businesses.
I claim to respect other religions, but drag cow heads through the streets, and confiscate the Malay Bible.
I criticise the Bersih 4 marchers for the mess they made, but see nothing wrong in leaving trash and breaching no-go zones imposed, by the police.
I demand that crosses are removed from school badges, school walls and school books, because they are un-Islamic.
I demand that non-Malay children refrain from drinking during Ramadan, because they will test my endurance.
I demand that the “pendatang” Chinese leave Malaysia, but only trust my regular Chinese mechanic to fix my kapcai.
I feel entitled to use public property and get public sponsorship, for my son’s wedding ceremony so that I need not pay any expenses, out of my own pocket, especially when several hundred thousand people are invited.
I force businesses to shut because they belong to the Chinese.
I frighten others, by saying that when the DAP is elected to power, Christianity will be the official religion.
I have a joint-venture with a Chinese business partner, and expect him to do all the work, but I earn a hefty commission, because I can.
I have faith in a leader who has refused to clear his name in the murder of a model.
I issue a fatwa for wearing football jerseys, to protect the Muslims who are weak willed.
I kick dogs which are wandering the streets.
I know nothing about business, then blame Chinese black magic for my commercial failures.
I obey the ulamas and believe every word of their race-hate sermons.
I order church officials to remove crucifixes, ban hymns and prayers, when the PM visits a church, because Christianity is not the official religion.
I pay for Malays to be transported from other states, by coaches to KL, given pocket money, meals and a red T-shirt to “show” support.
I pick on defenceless Malay bookshop employees for selling books I disagree with, because it gives me power to make a Muslim woman feel intimidated.
I pretend I am a conservative Malay and hide behind the tudung, but enjoy sex before marriage and adultery.
I protest in front of churches, to protect our youth from being corrupted at the sight of the cross.
I report my neighbour to the moral police because she prefers the company of others.
I see nothing wrong in a PM and the deputy PM expressing delight at the turnout for the red shirt rally.
I see nothing wrong in supporting an allegedly corrupt leader, because the alternative is to vote in an Opposition which consists of the DAP.
I send non-Malay children to eat in the toilets and changing rooms, because they are not fasting during Ramadan.
I strongly support a prime minister who has allegedly been linked to the missing RM44 billion, in the 1MDB scandal.
I tell others to pray to God, but I then go to the bomoh to ensure my success in procuring a girl, or a good job.
I wear red, and threaten other races because I am “superior”.