Showing posts with label colour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colour. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 July 2020

We are innately racists


He Even Has Your Eyes.
(Il a déjà tes yeux , French; 2016)
Netflix

It is used to be that bringing u a child was 'child play'. My maternal grandfather's philosophy was thus. Mother Nature has it all for us. Like the trees in the forests and God's creations in the wild, somebody will sow the seeds, and someone else will come to water or feed them. In times of crisis, every man (and child) is on his own, scavenging and struggling towards sustenance. They soon learn survival skills and street smartness.

It used to be that families with way too many mouths to feed willingly give their barren relatives their child to take care. The offspring would grow, knowing very well who the biological and adoptive parents are. Issues of abandonment or neglect and psychological scarring attached to this were unheard of. The whole village would nurture a child.

Such a set up seem so alien now, like almost happening in an alternative universe. We are living in a hostile environment, Man being Man's greatest predator. It is almost like the world will be a better place with its population all wiped out. Child molesters, adults with pedophilic tendencies and cannibals make adoption almost like human trafficking. The agencies assume that adopters are up to something no good unless proven otherwise. The complicated labyrinth of bureaucracy decides who is fit to be a parent and who is not.

It is almost like choosing the correct earring for a lady's attire. Both the couple's biodata is screened with a fine-tooth comb, financial security, criminal records, medical conditions, mental stability, household preparations and colour. It does not matter if the orphan child is deprived in the wilderness in slums in an abusive family elsewhere. Everything needs to be mixed and matched, especially race!


The public is quick to judge when a child appears different from their parents. It does not make sense, but generally, people are okay with fair-skinned people adopting dark-skinned kids. Conversely, if the parents were dark-skinned and the child light-skinned, they feel hot under the colour. Are they not good enough to care for a pale child? Paradoxically, even within the coloured, a white-skinned is viewed upon as not good enough to be adopted. Are their DNA inferior to carry the burden of their adopted tradition? Assumptions on the liberal attitudes of the biological mother are hurled.

In Malaysia, I have noticed that it is acceptable for an Indian couple to take in Chinese kids as their own. We have seen these much here over the years. Typical children with Oriental features uttering immaculate Tamil complete with eye and hand gestures. When it is an Indian child is raised by a Chinese family, society becomes curious. We are all inherently racists.

This French comedy looks at this cruel behaviour. A black couple who is an adoption list receives a call that their application is successful. The child is a 4 month-old blue-eyed blond white baby. The parents are over the moon on seeing their baby, but not so with one of the social workers who is hellbent on proving that the new parents of their white child.

The new mother's family is also shocked by the latest addition to the family. Together with the young couple's friends, the movie tries to highlight the farce behind adoption protocols and unsavoury societal perception of interracial adoption.



Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Justice as it is seen

If Beale Street Could Talk (2018)


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If we learn anything from the biography of Ruben 'Hurricane' Carter and the 'Innocence Project', one thing is clear. There is no justice. The act of upholding the law and maintaining peace is just a facade to dupe everyone into believing that everything is hunky dory. Well, it is far from the truth for the voiceless and the economically deprived. They always get the short end of the stick. The slum dweller, the coloured, the illiterate and the poor invariably end up as part of the statistics for society to brag about the progress they had made. The elites and the haves more often than not escape punishment. Like it or not, the world is not fair. Justice remains only poetic to sooth the romantics and a promise to the helpless in the afterlife.

Set in the 1970s, at a time when racial discrimination still reared its ugly head despite what The Civil Rights Act and Martin Luther King Jr's death made us believe, the film is a love story of two young black Americans. The story is based on James Baldwin's epic novel with the same name.

Growing together in the poor side of the family, the couple was about to start to build a home when the boy is arrested for rape. Even though the charges seem trumped up by a vengeful cop and there are many loopholes in the investigation, the system makes it so difficult for a black man to be freed.

The film speaks volumes of reality not only in the American marketplace but of many backyards in the four corners of the world.


“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*