I glossed over this in the post about The Beach Club, but I recall back at the time the simmering outrage I felt that the local lads weren’t allowed in. It offended my sense of fairness, and dislike of privilege (oh ok, it is fun sometimes). I’m a strong believer in personal democracy – the natural democracy between individuals who believe in a fair go for all.
All the same it felt then as it does now that I was more offended by this injustice than those disadvantaged. I think there is an acceptance of a hierarchy whereby Caucasians sit at the pinnacle. In part I think that’s part of the Malaysian character. They’re an easy-going lot generally, perhaps too much so. I don’t know if they get too worked up about much, and this is the sort of thing they’ll take with a shrug of the shoulders. As in many places in the world I think in Malaysia there is perhaps a subtle sense of inferiority. Being white is where it’s at, and explains much of the rapt fascination throughout much of Asia for western culture, most visibly the EPL.
It’s a sort of reverse imperialism that might explain why Malaysian men aren’t allowed into a Malaysian bar – except in this instance I think it’s purely economic. The girls don’t go there to meet the local boys, and so the owners – likely Malaysian – have made the pragmatic decision to invite the local girls in while stopping their male counterparts at the door.
It’s hard to understand how such a thing can be permitted. Certainly where I come from anti-discrimination laws prevent it. More to the point it’s criminal that nationals of this country are discriminated against in favour of foreign nationals. It’s a strange situation that seems to have been accepted without too much argument. I know in Oz there would be riots if they attempted that there, and I’d be in the thick of it.
It’s unjust, and I can tell you I don’t want to lord it over anyone – certainly not by virtue of my skin colour or passport.