Posted 20 May 2005 - 11:52 AM
My 1200th post. I have been hoping to make it a worthwhile post.
Good question, something which most people from "Old World" countries with a long established history, who were part of the dominant native ethnic group, usually take for granted.
In the past, I would put ethnicity over nationality.
The reason : It was from personal experience when I was originally a national of a large and populous South East Asian country where people of my ethnicity were migrants from afar.
Frustrations, anger, helplessness, bewilderment
Many of those of my ethnicity, compared to the natives, had done well economically. However, we (people of my ethnicity) were not assimilated with the rest of the country. Our skin colour, culture and tradition, as well as the natives' perception of our financial situation in general, made us an easily identifiable minority and a historical scapegoat for all sorts of frustrations and fault-findings.
We were unofficially barred from politics, government, civil service, the police and the military. Our protection come not from the law but from paying protection money to native politicans, government officials, military officers, the police and local headmen.
Despite many being locally-born of the Nth generation of original migrants, and not even being able to write or even speak the traditional language of our ethnic group (and legally barred from having such schools), and having to adopt names in the official language, our official identification documents still marked our origins clearly, and we were treated differently.
At that time, I grew to understand of the restrictions being imposed on me because of my ethnicity. I could never be, and would never be, accepted as a full fledged national. Not all citizens have equal rights and treatment. Not all citizens are made to feel they belong. There are many places we cannot go.
As a child, I didn't fully understand it, but I thought that was how the world was like.
The rest of the country outside our small ethnic community is as alien to us as the America we see in TV from watching Hawaii-Five-O. We may breath the same air, but we don't live in the same world.
A New Start, A Fresh Hope
When my parents brought our family to Singapore because of my father's work - I was finally able learn properly the traditional language of my ethnicity, the culture and the works.
It was then that I decided nationality was just an accident of where one is born, but ethnicity is something one can never change and would be shameful to deny.
I decided that I, not the accident of birthplace, should decide my own nationality.
Having been treated how I was treated, I felt I did not owe the country of my original nationality anything, but instead, IT OWES ME for denying my rights as a national!
I decided that my identity would not be defined by my (original) nationality.
I made up my mind to choose my nationality myself, and drop that original nationality, they can take it and shove it up you-know-where.
The Pendulum swung to the other extreme
Being in multi-cultural Singapore, I was quite comfortable with the identity I am building for myself.
But, as I continue to grow and learn, I also began to see the negative aspects of ethnic pride.
I also read of ethnic groups being persecuted in a country where they are a minority, but also being the persecutors in another country where they are a majority.
I also began to realise why nationality is important, and in crisis (war, famine, plague, earthquake, riots, invasion etc), ethnicity has no place in one's choices and reponses. The only thing that supercede nationality and ethnicity as the basis of making decisions is humanity.
As I began to gain some maturity in being a Christian, I also questioned the rightful role/place ethnicity (and also nationality) has in (my) life.
Myself, today
Today, I still feel pride in my ethnicity, in the way that I feel everyone should be proud of their own ethnicity, regardless of the bad things that might have been done in the past related to ethnic pride (E.g., Chinese/Japanese should feel proud of being Chinese/Japanese, but not be proud of the misery caused by Chinese/Japanese invading other people).
There must be ONE way, a common ground, that an ethnic-Chinese of Singapore, of USA, and of China, can be proud of their ethnicity without nationalism or superiority complex.
I also feel pride in my chosen nationality, despite being thoroughly disgusted with many of the politicians in the government or the boorish behaviour of my fellow nationals.
Conclusion : Ethnicity and nationality.
One is my heritage, and someday, I too will be part of that heritage which my children will receive.
The other is about the place I call home.