Chinese
New Year :
New
hope from the young generation
Sylvie Tanaga ;
A writer and a member of
doctorSHARE, a Jakarta-based NGO providing medical services for the
disadvantaged
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JAKARTA
POST, 30 Januari 2014
Chinese New Year really matters to the Chinese, including me and my
family.
I am a young Chinese- Indonesian, whose grandfather and grandmother were born
in the southern part of mainland China. They fled to Indonesia and then lived
in Bandung, West Java. When riots were breaking out, their children,
including my mother, were born in Bandung.
My father didn’t exactly know his origin because his parents died as a child,
but he still speaks fluent Fujian, his parents’ native language. I was born
the first of four siblings.
Since childhood, I was encouraged to learn Chinese and the Khe or Hakka
dialects. Under the New Order regime, which banned all expressions of Chinese
culture, it was a struggle to learn Chinese. Still, I was more proficient
speaking Chinese than English but I had less understanding of Chinese
traditions.
I was unaware that Chinese Indonesians were an ethnic minority until I went
to private elementary school with other students from diverse backgrounds.
This experience opened my eyes and made me aware of the danger of prejudice
without knowing the facts.
Up to high school, I hung out with my close, non-Chinese friends. Some are
still among my best friends. Thankfully, my parents were very open minded. I
experienced racism but I know whoever did it lacked knowledge and didn’t need
to be taken seriously. Ethnicity is a gift from God.
In addition, it was common among ethnic Chinese that instead of working as
government employees amid ethnic barriers, opening up businesses seemed the
only opportunity during the New Order. I realized that doing business was not
a natural talent of all ethnic Chinese people — a mistaken assumption that
broadened to the misleading generalization that all ethnic Chinese were rich.
This presumption may have arisen because most Chinese Indonesians were
entrepreneurs, but now I see more and more Chinese Indonesians taking
different paths although their parents may have family businesses.
I’m not bothered by such prejudices or presumptions, but I was stunned by the
New Order policy that legalized discrimination. I remember that I was only
able to celebrate Chinese New Year after school. When dealing with the
bureaucracy, I got into trouble several times just because of my skin and
slanted eyes.
Fortunately, that regime has now passed and I was grateful to know Bandung
was excluded from the volatile areas of the May 1998 tragedy. But some of my
friends, especially those living in Jakarta, fled abroad due to fear. Since the
tragedy, I came to understand that prejudice could be a dangerous time bomb
that could lead to unrest and conflict, even at unreasonable levels.
Fortunately I live in a pluralistic environment. I rebelled when the Chinese
around me said most non-Chinese hated them. It was a fallacy. I am fine with
my non-Chinese friends. Love and humanity rise above all differences. There’s
something wrong with those who always have racist thoughts.
I have learnt to understand that living as a minority is a grace. It can
become a great reason to contribute something valuable to the country. Being
part of a minority does not mean one can only do minor things.
I am grateful to be surrounded by my mentors, Chinese Indonesian figures who
are proud of their ethnic identity but who are also role models for diverse
people.
They work in the spirit of pluralism. They never think about their own
ethnicity or even about themselves. They may not be famous but they have
already done real work for this country.
Examples are the physician Lie Dharmawan, the founder of the NGO doctorSHARE;
Ester Jusuf, founder of Solidaritas Nasional Kebangsaan (Solidarity of the
Nation-State); and William Kwan of the Institute of Indonesian Pluralism.
These mentors formed my character as a Chinese Indonesian youth.
I also have a lot of Chinese Indonesian friends who devote themselves to
communities in need. I was very moved when I saw how they treated
malnourished children in Southeast Maluku, holding their skinny hands and
hugging them with love.
For me, this is the true meaning of Chinese New Year — when me and my Chinese
Indonesian friends can make people happy. Celebrating Chinese New Year is
celebrating new hopes for a better Indonesia that young Chinese Indonesians
can be a part of. ●
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