Disclaimer: This post is a hypothetical fantasy. Any resemblance to real life people or events are coincidental and unintended.

I have an imaginary friend. He is a malay. His got 3 or 4 degrees. He speaks fluent English, Spanish, Italian, Malay, and some french too. He volunteers at the local chapter of an international organisation. This organisation is pretty multiracial at grassroots level. It has roughly 250,000 youth (below-18) members in Malaysia. The top rungs of the organisation however, have quite a strong malay presence. Many of them are politicians. It has come my knowledge that many of the top brass doesn’t like my friend. They do not like him because he is hardworking, he loves what he do, he doesn’t do it for money or fame, and he basically does not subscribe to their crooked values and politics.

A certain group of people in the top brass labels my friend as ‘bukan melayu tulen.’ They label him thus because of his good values. Is that ridiculous? You decide. There is also another imaginary character in this story.. Call him the villian if you will. He is a school principal sometimes masquerading as the coffee boy of the top brass. Yep, he has been entrusted by the government of the country to impart knowledge and values to children. He can barely communicate in English, and when he visited England recently, he had to hang on to my friend, or other members of the delegation, because he could not communicate. Because of his shortcomings, he hates and resents my friend not only for speaking English, but for speaking Spanish and half a dozen other languages as well. He is a big big fan of the ‘bukan melayu tulen’ movement.  By his definition, the melayu tulen cannot speak any other languages besides malay fluently, do not love their work, resent everyone who are smarter than them, did not study abroad, did not volunteer abroad, and must have an IQ lower than 100.  The top brass are exempted because, well, they are the top brass… right?

He isn’t the top brass, but he supports the top brass. I imagine that the top brass don’t really care about melayu tulen or not. But they support the sentiment in their coffee boys because it helps them. It helps them to have stupid people under them who label their peers. Its bad politics and does nothing for the development of the organisation or the country, but they support it because it keeps them in power. People who do not question and do not doubt also do not stage uprisings, so they are good to keep below them. But people like this also do not think, do not improvise, and do not solve problems.

A ship requires a crew who are trained, disciplined but also intelligent. A ship with old brass growing older and a crew of coffee boys without brains would be hard asked to sail. It hunches when asked to stand straight, it speaks manglish with no sign of embarassment, even though everyone around them cringes, and it will crumble at the first sign of true adversity. The 250,000 builders may keep the ship from sinking, but will it sail? Or will it remain moored in dry dock, with no hope of ever entering the international arena?