Friday, 24 June 2016

Public Shame

"Some time ago, I had an injured leg (which was bandaged then) and went on a bus. The bus was very crowded, and I spend some time waiting for a seat. It occurred to me that no one gave up their seat for the injured man. Finally, the lady who was sat in front of me stood up to leave. I was ready to take over the seat, but what she said afterwards shocked me. Instead she offered her seat to a caucasian lady standing next to me. The caucasian lady was not pregnant or anything, so I was rather irritated, offended and also disgusted. I am a human, too aren't I? Is it not so that I am not supposed to be treated like any other?"

– Anonymous

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

In the Classroom

"I was part of an after-school care program when I was in primary school. The supervisor was of a certain race that should be go better uncredited, and the majority of the students in the care were of the same race as him. They were recommended to the care by the family service in the area. Unfortunately, the teacher was biased towards them, and gave in to them regularly, while scolding the students other races for every minor thing we did. The students of that certain race liked to use the supervisor to get what they want, and would tell their tall tales to the supervisor to get us in trouble. The supervisor treated them with more priority, and the students regularly laughed and called us names in their language. It was disgusting and infuriating, many others (of the same race as me) felt the same and were confined to the feeling of helpless anger."

– Anonymous

Saturday, 18 June 2016

New Life?

"Being the only person of a particular race in my class, I was often insulted, called names and criticised with vulgarities or derogatory terms. It was not easy, going to school day after day, only to be told that I was smelly and dirty. I was even made into a disease, a virus they gave a name to. Nobody dared to touch me in fear of getting my “virus”, and though it started out as childish fun, it soon got out of hand as I was excluded from projects and ridiculed. Imagine being looked down by your fellow classmates as “filthy”, or hearing them snicker behind your back about the colour of your skin; it was enough to upset anyone. There were nights where I simply could not fall asleep, instead passing the hours by wondering what I did wrong to be treated in such an inhumane way. I wondered why my family would move to such a hostile country, wondered why the colour of my skin mattered more than who I was inside. I was excluded, alone, and so very afraid that my whole life would be like this. I did not want to be considered different, to always be the “unclean” one. I felt angry with them yet desperately wanting to be accepted by those who did nothing but discriminate me. I hated them, hated myself, and found myself wary of everyone and anyone.

I am sharing my story in hopes that the racial minorities in Singapore will know that they are not alone. So the next time someone makes you feel inferior for your skin colour, ask yourself this: who is truly the inferior one? Is it you, because of your ethnicity; or is it them, for their prejudice, petty and childish behaviour, and their intolerance towards other races?
I also hope that those who have been discriminating others because of their ethnicity would take a step back to reflect and stop their childish behaviour because as much as it was a joke, it hurt your friends feelings, too."


Thursday, 16 June 2016


"My friend likes to make racist jokes. My friend likes to make fun of people and always gets out of line; it is offensive and hurtful. They usually start off with 'your nose is so flat, you look like a pig' or 'your eyes are so small, they can be covered by tooth floss'. It sometimes goes overboard and it becomes hurtful and angering. I understand that they are classic jokes but it does not mean it does not hurt, especially after being made fun of so many times."

– Anonymous

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

I'm dark and your jokes hurt

"I have a dark skin tone. Whenever my friends and I walk past dark backgrounds or whenever we are walking together during the night, they would joke that they cannot see me. It started off as a joke but then it became something they repeated many times a day. It was tolerable at first but it became offensive and hurtful after a while, such that I do not feel like going out with them that often anymore."

– Anonymous

Thursday, 9 June 2016

Crossing a line

"My friends (of another race) insulted me in their own mother-tongue and dialect as I did not understand what they were saying. It started off as a joke and occurred frequently but soon crossed the line. They made me feel out of place and it was very upsetting. Just because I don't understand what you are saying, how you are insulting me, does not mean it doesn't offend or hurt me."

- Anonymous