trends of being a minority

It’s a cold morning and as you open to check your social media platforms a sudden shiver runs down your spine. You know what it is this time, now you can hear distant whispers. You can hear the silence slowly forming into chatter. It’s that time again, someone whom is not from the minority community has made commentary about how it must feel like to be you.

Singapore is a small country, so the trends are visible. Being a minority has included various trends such as waves of cultural appropriation and the acceptance of whatever happens to you in the other 364 days of the year cause we have that one day in the year. That one day where god sends his angels and the clouds have light rays beaming through them. You have racial harmony day.

Now I am not for one to spend my time writing an academic article on why a blogger whom is not worth my time at all, wrong but it is post finals period and I have to indulge some good commentary.

Right now where were we? Ah yes, you open your social media platforms and to your very much delight you see that you’re trending. You, yes you! People whom have privilege protecting them talking about your experiences and making statements that will never affect them like it will affect you.

“Grow thick skin” they will say in these posts- I already have. My country has prepared me for this.

You see, being a minority and being in trend is the best thing you can have they will say. They say, it opens up discussions. Who says it? Why, your fellow friends of course! “Discussion is healthy!” It sure is, not when my existence is denied and my experiences are being constantly subjected to “context”.

“Ugh racism in 2017? In singapore?” Shocking I know! So many posters out there talking about racial harmony, it must be devastating to know that while you consume our culture- you can’t make fun of it. Loving prata and saying you don’t see race is no exception Lim- keep walking.

But today, I want to talk about a specific trend. Minority culture in media. Though its existence is widely debated, sometimes we get shots of us in the media once in a while. And while the minority community has that, we are constantly made fun of for our accents and racial stereotypes.

“Well in Big Bang Theory they-” hold on let me stop you right there- firstly no one watches this show and secondly making fun of nerd culture, is different, from making fun of a person’s racial identity. It’s not that hard to differentiate both of these cases, but then again, it must be hard juggling your privilege and books at the same time.

Exaggerated accents are so hilarious! This one time, when I was in secondary school, I was made fun for having it for about all 4 years of my secondary school life. Hey, hey, hey! I can use this example, it’s not an isolated one, it’s only fair I can use this because an individual experience dictates a movement remember? Sounds familiar? Should be! Someone dictated feminism on the case that she didn’t experience any discrimination. So it’s only fair.

I love representation of Indians in media, I mean I rarely get it. And when I do, they make fun of our accents. They don’t appreciate it, they don’t like it and they think this is a way to be funny! I honestly understand though, I can only imagine the pain of having no sense of humour to find racism funny. Such intellect is just so rare to come across.

Anyways, all I have discussed is one trend of being a minority. Your privileged friend speaking on your behalf while silencing you, is honestly the cherry on the top. You do not speak in this country, we are all equal. Keep your heads down, as the blogger who dictates the scene speaks for you. She will talk about utopia and a promised land. She will fight for freedom of speech and more open discussions while spewing hatred and utter nonsense. You better get used to it! All these social media platform comments are going to require you to be okay with this. “Aiyah just chill lah”

Being a minority is a lot of fun. I love trending everyday, I cannot wait till my country’s history speak of me. As for I will too be forgotten, under the blanket that is racial harmony. As for I will tolerate and forgive, till I am no longer the narrative.

And I was never the narrative to begin with.

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