By Vickie Janson
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June 12, 2020
I have a dear friend who writes like Charlotte Bronte. My Charlotte would be able to respond to Mark Connor’s article about blind privilege and her deep meditations would be heard. Because of all she inherited in life, she would be granted that privilege. As an educated Malay Muslim, representing the dominant culture in her society, my Charlotte is also deeply concerned about human rights and has often spoken of her own privilege vis a vis Chinese Malaysians; many who flee to Australia for the fair go and opportunities they don’t receive in their homeland. She bemoans the systemic discrimination of Chinese Malaysians in education, vocational opportunities and life in general. Despite her challenges as a single mum with a chronic illness who has weathered significant social and economic hardship, my Charlotte acknowledges her inherited privilege as an ethnic Malay in Malaysia. It’s a privilege – but it’s not white privilege. With fundamental differences in culture, faith, family background, life experience, education - just about everything - we remain deeply bonded soul sisters. And this despite judgments from others. I only need mention my Muslim friend online and someone will snipe ‘don’t lie- you couldn’t have a Muslim friend!’ And when my husband and I visit her in Malaysia, my Charlotte is asked by her educated Malay colleagues and associates why she has ‘infidels’ staying in her home. Yet she offers us this privilege not because we’re white – but because of our friendship. She hires the car for us so as westerners we won’t have the privilege of being charged double by those who think it’s fair game to rip off foreigners; a universal issue. As a decent human being, these things bother her. After visiting Australia several times and experiencing firsthand the multiculturalism we boast of, it also bothers her that fellow Malaysians continue to portray Australians as racists. And that’s the point. This is not a denial of individual racism – that’s universal – but to question the collective idea of privilege and systematic racism attached to colour or lack thereof in western nations. Having intersected with privilege and under-privilege across many cultures, I find it difficult to accept that its systematic in specifically white cultures, to which many suffering oppression and disadvantage flee. I do accept I’m privileged to live in Australia rather than the plagued killing fields of Nigeria where my friend Reverend Muhammad literally faces death daily.The ‘knee on the neck’ of his community is a jihadist one which has had the historical advantage. As I think of my privilege, I remind myself of a documentary by Afghan-Australian Broadcast Journalist Yalda Hakim on tour in Afghanistan. She declared ‘life just doesn’t have the same value here.’ Despite the privilege of being born in a peaceful democratic nation that does value life, I don’t have the privilege of making the same statement without being labelled a racist.