The Bigger Race

Racism is everywhere. There's no escaping it. Though it may not be voiced, it certainly is in our hearts. Since I am Asian, I will take the perspective of one.

It is the fear of diversity that brings about racism. The fear of not understanding the racial barriers, cultural and language alike. This is the bane of immigration. However, even if you're a second generation Asian born in America, you'll be classed as an American Born Chinese (ABC), etc. This happens everywhere else too.

Now, Asians understand the perils of racism more than others. But I don't see any Asians going around being all racist like. There are a few, yes, but there are more 'ang moh' (white people aka Europeans, also applies to Americans) that show this trait. For example, patronizing us by speaking slowly and clearly. What. The. Fuck. I can understand English thank you very much. Can't you gather that from the way I speak fluently and score higher than you in English Literature?! There are even those who assume we cannot speak English. Hell, we take the time to learn your language, maybe you should learn Mandarin, Japanese, Korean and then maybe we can talk down to you too. See how you like it. Dicks.

Since this will never happen, in this sense, I suppose we can claim that by not stooping to racist comments and acts like the 'ang moh' do, we show that we are the bigger race.

With regards to the 'Asian invasion', these 'ang moh' have to realize that without Asian immigration (esp. NZ), NZ would not have experienced the level of investment and economic boom it has. Sure this land may be a land of opportunity (somewhat), but so is the fast growing China, as well as the firmly established Japan and South Korea. So respect us like we respect you. We took the time to learn English, and some of us can fucking spell better than you 'ang moh' can. If racism continues, immigrants would be driven away, and the country might not reach its full potential. Then we'll see who lives in a shit hole now.

So learn this all ye racist bastards:

• Don't think too highly of yourself because there are races who are smarter, faster, stronger.
• No one wins being racist.
• Feelings get hurt, hatred blooms, everyone suffers.

As the old Star Wars saying goes:

Fear leads to Anger. Anger leads to Hate. Hate leads to suffering.

-- Yoda, Star Wars

Scars in our Hearts

A reminder and a message for those who feel that God has abandoned them.

Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.

In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother, in the house and looking out the window, saw the two as they got closer and closer together.

In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs.

That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.

Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past! Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.

But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack.

That's when the tug-of-war begins – and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful… He did not, and will not, ever let you go.

God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them.