August ends with a big bang. We did not go anywhere as the last few days leading to 31st August were filled with project meetings.
And of course the much talked about till-the-end-of-time Bersih 4.0 rally on the 29th and 30th August. The Reds wanted some of their own air time and so air time they got on the 16th September. Screaming Malay supremacy, the Reds thronged the Petaling Street, Bukit Bintang and Padang Merbok.
To add to the festivity, FRU joined in and shower them with water cannon.
I, for one, loath racism. Yes, I am a Malay first because that is what I am. But, I am also a Malaysian. I grew up in the small town of Raub where all kinds of skin colours exist. Actually, there were no colours at all. We all lived as Ali, Ah Chong, Muthu and everything else in between.
Being married to a foreigner makes you open up your eyes and perspectives much wider. There is no pure race, just a multitude of nationals inter mingling with each other. I also do not believe in ketuanan or ownership of a country.
Things have changed and so should the minds of the modern individuals living in the modern worlds. Malaysia does not grow and prosper based on the works of a sole race alone. Neither it reaches its productivity and wealth through the sole work of one man.