A Malaysian Mongrel
According to the definition provision of the Malaysian Federal Constitution (FC), Article 160, a person who fulfils four conditions is considered a Malay: I have bracketed the categories and will use them as shorthand for those conditions. Other races are not defined. Only what constitutes a Malay. Since knowing about this provision, I have always wondered whether having a fossilized definition of a Malay over the long term is healthy. It is obvious from the FC definition that Malayness is not a matter of biology. It is a matter of what you believe, what language you use, what Malay customs you observe, and you are an issue of a Malaysian parent. A Malay is about how you behave and what you believe than your biological composition. So long as a person fulfils those four conditions, they are Malay. You do not need to have a father or mother who is biologically Malay. That means any person can be a Malay. You can start as a Chinese, Indian, English, Thai, or a member of the Piraha tribe from the Amazon in South America or the Yupik tribe from Alaska. So long as you fulfil those conditions, you are Malay. For example, I knew of a non-Malay lady who claimed she was Muslim, spoke Malay habitually, practised Malay customs and was a child of a Malaysian parent. She came to see me in my previous firm to file a declaration that she was a Malay pursuant to the FC. I did not take up her matter because of fees – she wanted me to do it for a pittance. I refused. However, I heard she eventually found a lawyer to obtain the orders she sought, which suggests it is possible to become a Malay. I don’t see why not. It is not a biological matter. It is an evidential matter. Can she prove she speaks Malay habitually? She can bring witnesses to testify to this. Can she prove she is Muslim and a Malaysian citizen? She can show her identity card and her muallaf card (Muslim convert card). Can she prove she observes Malay customs? She can bring a Malay cultural expert to testify or write a report about her observance with them. I call these sorts the ‘constitutional Malay’. She could now reap all the benefits of being a Bumiputera, just like a ‘pure Malay’, i.e., those born of a Malay couple. The FC does not distinguish an ‘original Malay’ and a court-declared one. But here is the funny thing: even though the FC identifies Malays by their beliefs, customs, and daily speech, the government classifies us as Malays by marriage and biology, irrespective of our beliefs, observance of customs or daily speech. This puts some of us in a strange situation. Me, for example. I am Malay because my father is Malay. My mother is Chinese. I am actually Malay/Chinese. I have extended families on both sides. What is the weightage of each? Am I more Malay or Chinese? I don’t know. Frankly, I don’t care. My race has always been a matter of irrelevance for me. That is because my parents raised me in a way that rendered the issue of race irrelevant. They made sure I was, more often than not, in a racially diverse environment. I have always unconsciously perpetually made sure I had close Malay, Chinese and Indian friends and continue to do so. I cannot imagine it any other way. That is the Malaysia I know, love and fight to make real. That contrast enriches, broadens and deepens me. Being immersed in the company of various races, I could appreciate their strengths, weaknesses, cultures, approaches, and lifestyles. I can appreciate how we make each other stronger and better together. I have no sense of fear or intimidation about them. Partly because of that, I do not identify with a specific race. I consider myself race-less or so mixed that my race is not discernible. Instead, I consider myself a Malaysian. Not a ‘Malay Malaysian’. Not Malay/Chinese. Just Malaysian. The government authorities, however, deem and box me as a Malay. It cannot deal with mongrels like me. Our domestic government and private company forms have no box to tick for us. You never see a box for Malay/Chinese or Malay/Indian or Chinese/Indian. You are Malay, Chinese, Indian, or Dan Lain-Lain (And Others). Conveniently but wholly inaccurately defined. Those are forms created to reflect a crude political reality instead of our nuanced true identities: mad. I also find it amusing that I am deemed Malay even though, by my count, I only meet two out of four of those conditions: Malaysian Parent and Religion. I don’t have Language. Although I speak and read Malay regularly, I do not do so habitually, i.e., having an unconscious natural preference. I speak Malay with my staff, in the subordinate courts, some family and clients, but I do so deliberately. It is a conscious choice. Otherwise, it is English at home, in my office, with my friends, family (both sides of mine), and clients. I do not conform to Malay customs. There is little about how my lifestyle, attitude, and way of thinking are influenced by it. The only portions of influence are marriage rites, respect for elders and religious obligation. What is more, I lack Malay traits like dengki, kecil hati, amok, racism, a sense of entitlement and a feudal mindset. I am generally egalitarian and democratic in outlook. I am not superstitious. I demand proof of the supernatural. I am not fixated on securing my place in heaven. Que sera sera. I suspect these two conditions are what not just the urban and city-dwelling Malays fail but the modern Malay. There is little about modern life, diet, and opportunity in the daily life of a Malay that conforms to Malay customs, especially those envisaged in 1957. For example, online shopping, hanging out at shopping malls, fancy wedding dinners at glamorous venues, social media fetishes, binge-watching shows, Booba tea,
