For much of my life, I lived where I was a minority. My passport identifies me as a foreigner. The color of my skin makes me different. My accent is distinctly American. There are moments, even in a country as openly and intentionally accepting diversity as Singapore is, that one feels different.
I have come to appreciate the fact that reactions and behaviors towards our differences are driven by several factors. Any and all could be true in any situation. While not exhaustive, observations include the following.
Fear. In my observations and conversations, it became clear that there was an underlying fear in my presence. Initially I thought it was me. In time, I realized that it was the fear of what I represented. Because of my presence, others may not have a job. With me in the community, societies services will need to be greater than they otherwise would. I am a potential threat to another’s life and way of living.
Uncertainty. What will someone we do not understand do? Will they take advantage? Will they act in ways that do not fit? Will they reveal details of our community and family members that are private and personal? How can we be certain that we are not going to be hurt or inconvenienced?
Doubts. Having seen and on occasion experienced the actions of the few, will this one respect and honor my culture? Will my parents and children be treated as they deserve?
The endless questions keep swirling, if only because there are exceptions that demonstrate what could occur if one’s fears, uncertainties, and doubts were realized. It naturally follows, innocently or with cause, that some “ganged up on good people, plotted behind the backs of the innocent.” (Psalm 94.21)
With this as a backdrop, I have repeatedly been welcomed and embraced. Yes, the sting of discrimination is felt from time to time. At the same time, from so many, the honor, respect, and thanksgiving I hope to expressed is given without an expectation of recognition or reward. Thank-you for making me feel at home.
