| afrai ( @ 2009-07-03 11:36:00 |
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Kathy Rowland gets asked a lot about where she's from. It wouldn't be an issue but for the fact that she is Malaysian, has a Caucasian surname and doesn't look white. And so in racially-defined Malaysia, with its obsession for categories, Rowland is the odd "dan lain-lain".
I would sit there with my classmates penning my “If I were to travel in time…” essays for English class or fantasizing about the Baroque period in Humanities class. I would travel to the deepest, darkest Africa with Cecil Rhodes in my History class. Yet as I got older and became more seasoned in the realities of global race relations, the beauty of the past faded. I knew for sure that no matter how beautiful an outfit, hairdo, or even lifestyle may have seemed, my participating in the nostalgic longing to return to the past was, in fact, an art I had picked up from the privileged.