Racism

Most people don’t give a hoot about racism until it happens to them or someone they cherished. I don’t recall experiencing any remark or treatment that would classify as racist in my Singaporean journey thus far. However, about two decades ago¬†when Chui and I were overseas for our tertiary studies, while racist experiences were not pervasively present, they were neither invisibly absent. One such incident was when a group of skinheads with their erected middle fingers shouted murderously “Go back to China” at both of us and my visiting siblings. Their actions and words traumatized us for a few seconds and remained vivid in our memories till today.

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