UOB staff going blackface

From ‘Seeing red over blackface photos’, 12 Feb 2012, article by Jennani Durai, Sunday Times

Several Chinese employees of United Overseas Bank have raised eyebrows online after posting pictures of themselves in ‘blackface’ at a Bollywood-themed staff dinner. Pictures of last Friday’s event at the Fairmont Hotel were posted on social networking site Facebook yesterday. At least three men are pictured with their faces painted black, presumably because the event was Indian-themed and Indians have darker skin.

‘Blackface’ is widely seen as racially charged, especially in the United States. It originated as a form of theatrical make-up for performers to act out caricatures of dark-skinned people.

…A Chinese reader, who e-mailed the pictures to The Sunday Times, said she found them extremely offensive. ‘It’s one thing to wear a traditional costume to a Bollywood- themed dinner, but another thing altogether to paint your face black,’ said the reader, who wished to remain anonymous. She said the pictures were offensive because they were ‘appropriating someone else’s ethnicity and treating it like entertainment‘.

And she was shocked at the captions and comments on the pictures, in which friends of the men said their get-up was ‘hilarious’. ‘All these people wouldn’t like it if a bunch of American employees went to a Chinese-themed dinner and put double-sided tape on their eyelids to make them single-eyelids,’ the reader said.

…Counsellor P. Dinesh said painting their faces black was ‘no different from referring to someone of Indian descent as ‘black’ which is thoroughly unacceptable in any Singaporean context‘.

Still others acknowledged that there was nothing malicious in the intent of the men, but that it was a poor decision.

Ms R. Yasotha, who works in publishing, said her first reaction was that the men had ‘clearly never had any Indian friends’. ‘They just wanted to have fun, so I’m not going to be up in arms about it, but it’s idiotic and juvenile,’ said the 28-year-old.

One has to be careful about using colour references, or even shades of ‘blackness’, here.  The offensive minstrel show of the past was aimed at actual Blacks or African-Americans.  It also explains why there’s a ‘White Chicks’ movie but not ‘Black Chicks’.  Similarly, UOB’s cosmetic caricature at a BOLLYWOOD theme party is taken as a racial insult to, as what the reporter euphemistically states,  ‘DARKER’ skinned Indians. In fact, it’s not just ‘black’ that is deemed offensive to Indians like P.Dinesh in the above article, even describing some as ‘DARK‘ would get you in trouble.  On the other hand, the term ‘FAIR-skinned’ on a White person is not just an acceptable statement of fact anymore, but has become a universal compliment, even for non-Whites. The most successful Bollywood icons also happen to be ‘fairer’-skinned than what these guys were trying to depict anyway. It’s probably unfair to judge these guys as ‘never having had any Indian friends’. In fact, if your best friend happens to be Indian and even he finds Chinese ‘blackface’ funny, all the more reason for you to pull it off.

If you were mugged and asked to describe your assailant to the police and know for a fact that he has genuinely ‘black’ skin, but are uncomfortable with using ‘black’, is it then socially acceptable to refer to him as ‘dark-skinned’, when this could very well imply a very tan Chinese, or Filipino/Myanmese/Malay? How far can a non-Indian go, then, to make a spectacle without overdoing ethnic stereotypes? You can dress like an Indian, but not make your face up to look physically like one or even sound like one.   Companies shouldn’t hold a ‘Bollywood’ theme party, but rather a ‘Sari, Bindi and Dhoti’ costume party, which sounds as much fun as a Parents and Teachers Get-Together on Racial Harmony Day.

Some famous White actors have dolled themselves up to look like Indians in the movies, such as Sir Alec Guiness of Obiwan Kenobi fame as mystic Godbole in A Passage to India. (He also played an ARAB in Lawrence of Arabia) The quintessential Indian, Gandhi, was played by Indian/English/Russian Jewish thespian Ben Kingsley. Legendary comedian Peter Sellers poked fun at the Indian stereotype in 1968′s The Party. Mike Myers, obviously inspired by Sellers, ravaged Hinduism in The Love Guru despite keeping the colour of his face intact, but the movie was still allowed for screening here. From these examples and Robert Downey Jr’s critically acclaimed portrayal as a ‘Black’ soldier in 2008′s Tropic Thunder, it seems that even the West has ‘lightened’ up (hurr hurr) to anything resembling  ‘blackface’. Or it just means that you can get away with darkening your face for dramatic or satirical purposes if you’re a Hollywood actor, but not if you’re an ordinary person fooling around at a Dinner and Dance, whereby you’ll be accused of being culturally ignorant, ‘idiotic’ and ‘juvenile’. Would critics be less harsh if these jokers merely made their faces ‘dark brown’ ? Ironically, these guys may be wishing that they had painted their faces ‘blacker’, so that they would be less recognisable from the photo. They also wouldn’t be BLACKlisted if not for FACEbook.

A commenter on this blog highlighted a genuine celebrity ‘blackface’ which was not picked up by the media, when Glenn Ong charcoaled his face to look like the late King of Pop at a Mediacorp ‘Retro Bash’ event last year (Would he draw less flak for ‘whitening’ his face instead, white being the colour of the older Michael Jackson’s face?). A  familiar brand of toothpaste was also slammed for its depiction of blackface minstrels in the late eighties. Although the original ‘Darkie’ changed its name TWICE to DAKKIE and then the My Little Pony-sounding DARLIE as we know it today, the Chinese name remains, literally, Black Man’s Toothpaste, which has more racial intonations than its current English version suggests. Note how the ‘blackface’ logo was made ‘whiter’, when it’s not so much the original face (which to me looks more like a Black man than a White face painted black), but the name of the product that’s the problem.

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HSBC staff not giving up reserved seat

From ‘Tit for tat exchange over reserved MRT seats’, 12 May 2011,  article by ‘kaifong’ in Yahoo News sg blog

…Jason Wang, a 63-year-old architect, took to social networking site Facebook to voice his disapproval of the younger man who refused to give up his seat. He also posted a photo, shot with his camera phone, of the seated commuter, who is said to be Joel Liang, 23.

…Liang took to the forums yesterday evening to clear his name. He claimed that he was “on drowsy medication” when he was awakened by somebody tapping his foot with an umbrella. He was also commuting with half his vision as one of his contact lenses had fallen out before his encounter with Wang, and “couldn’t guess his (Wang’s) age at all.”

A couple of lessons to be learnt in the light of social media savvy vigilante uncles such as Jason Wang here. Don’t get caught asleep on a Reserved Seat, or better still, avoid it at all costs. Don’t wear your damn landyard identifying the organisation you work for around your neck wherever you go. And — this applies to both parties — don’t make flimsy excuses over why you need to sit down, with the HSBC culprit taking the cake here with the double whammy of ‘drowsy medication’ and ‘missing one contact lens’. There’s no end really, to the kinds of justifications Singaporeans would give to lay their lazy ass down. Try something new for a change, like ‘I need to take the reserved seat because I suffer from a rare neuromuscular disorder of collapsing rectum if I stand too long’, or ‘I  can’t tell if you’re old or pregnant because I suffer from temporary glaucoma due to fluid rushing abnormally into my eyeballs every time I sit down’.

All this fuss could have been avoided if two situations had occurred. One, Jason Wang had asked nicely without prodding people with his umbrella, and two, someone else around Liang gives up the seat in view of the commotion that this cranky old man must have kicked up. Which doesn’t speak well of everyone involved here; the complainant for directing his rage at HSBC and posting Liang’s photo, the Reserved Seat hogger Liang for not being gracious (or for being a real man for that matter), the rest of the people on board for being complicit in Liang’s fate with HSBC and encouraging his aggressor because they simply didn’t give a damn, SMRT for not relaying the message of Priority seating authoritatively enough, the Dim Sum Dollies for not appearing over the PA anymore to stir these morons awake every 5 minutes or so with their noise, and the insensitive Facebook administrators of the REACH page who could have taken down the photo or at least blanked out Liang’s face instead of allowing the likes of Jason Wang to get anything they want out of complaining, even if it means ruining someone’s reputation in the process. Shame on you, Singaporeans. Shame on you all, for perpetuating a formula for civic failure, for sweating buckets over small stuff, for not being able to reason and solve trivial disagreements with grace or intelligence, for being self-serving, self-destructive, having as much empathy for your fellow Singaporean as a pig has for its swill,  and utterly incapable of performing the slightest decent gesture for the betterment of society.  We may have been promised a First World Parliament, but that’s pointless if we’re all languishing in Third World Public Behavior.

Cheerleaders had absolutely no enthusiasm

From ‘Improve premier marathon’, 18 Dec 2010, ST Forum online

(Kartik Krishnamurthy): THIS year’s Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore (SCMS) was one of the worst organised marathons I have ever run. There were several reasons why this was so:

1. Cheerleading: It was a sorry excuse for cheerleading during the most gruelling period of the race – 8am onwards, when the sun was out. Some of the cheerleading tents had two, maximum four, people who had absolutely no enthusiasm. In fact, in some tents, people were just sitting, chatting with one another other, talking on their phones or even sleeping.

2. Running through the Marina Bay Golf Course: By the time the majority of runners reached this part of the run (around 28km), the sun was beating down hard on the concrete surface and there was just one drinking station along the way. The openness of the area (no trees for shade) and the heat off the concrete made it extremely difficult.

3. Drinking stations: In other parts of the world, volunteers stand on the outside of the drink tables, holding the glasses in their hands, so that runners can grab them on the go and not have to walk to the table, and push and shove to get a drink. It also ensures that runners continue with their momentum.

Just as Singapore will never have a football culture, likewise we will never produce excellent marathoners, for the very reason that we find it too hot, we’re spoilt, and we can’t reach our peak performance without having volunteers egging us on with shallow encouragement. Spare a thought for drink station volunteers, Kartik, especially if you’re talking about a record breaking 60000 runners. Not only do they have to endure the blistering heat, now they’re expected by runners the likes of you to perform butler services in addition to picking up your trash after you’re done with your sip of water. As for marathon conditions, the heat is really no excuse and people should jolly know what they’re getting into whenever they pay money to be physically tormented. I mean, just look at the Kenyans. Does anyone ever hear of them complaining about drink stations (Do they even need them?), or heat emanating concrete surfaces and ‘no trees for shade’? Really, the very act of grumbling during a run itself is sure to slow anyone down, which is fine if you’re not at that level of competitiveness and are one of those 60000 and counting people deceived into thinking long distance running is some kind of recreation of sorts. But if your lifelong dream is to be among the top 100′s of every international marathon there is, I’m afraid whining about cheerleaders with absolutely no enthusiasm will get you absolutely nowhere. Singapore has been hot ever since the end of the Ice Age, so blaming the weather for poor runs is just a case of abysmal sportsmanship, and it’s not like you could do anything about it anyway, short of airconditioning 42km of marathon route and having bubbly pom-pom girls spur you on every 5 km or so. Similar sentiments in this letter ‘It was a hot marathon’ dated 6 Sept 1984.

 

 

 

Banks don’t sell new notes on Deepavali

From ‘No new notes and money packets for Deepavali’, 3 Nov 2010, ST Forum online

(Gouri Thiagarajan): LAST year, I went to the UOB West Coast branch and asked for new notes and money packets for Deepavali. The bank manager told me that they did not have any and if I wanted them, I should have got them during Chinese New Year.

I sent an e-mail to the bank’s customer service department and got a response saying that the matter would be looked into.

One year has passed. I went back to the bank last Saturday and asked for packets and new notes, and got the same answer.

In Malaysia, banks are decorated for all festivals and new notes and money packets are available for all festivals.

Have we as a society become so isolated from our neighbours and friends that a fellow Indian Singaporean has to resort to getting weird stares queuing up for new notes and ang pows on CNY without even considering asking/buying such things from the community around her before Deepavali? The minimum quantity for exchanging new notes is at least a $100 bundle in most banks, which means most Chinese families should have a healthy stash of virgin cash and angpows lying around somewhere, accumulated over years of celebrating CNY, or from weddings. Of course to make things  fair for all, this wasteful practice should be stopped altogether, regardless of what they do in Malaysia. The banks don’t earn from it, more trees are cut down just to provide that ‘crisp’ feel (a useless sensation unless you actually wear money),  and everybody wastes time queuing up when they should be at home baking pineapple tarts or something. Seriously, I’d be happier to see  a crinkly, dirty 10 dollar note in my angpow (even if it’s been traded through the hands of murderers, burglars and prostitutes, and touched all manners of bodily fluids under the most unsanitary conditions) than a 2 dollar note without history or character, lovingly laundered to such pinkish, mint condition that the freshly pressed ink stains my fingers. An exact same complaint was lodged 5 years ago (Why no new notes for this period? 11 Oct 2005, Today), which means the banks don’t give a shit and we’ll probably see Ms Gouri lining up at the banks on CNY soon. If perchance the complainant happens to stumble upon this blog, I’d be more than happy to offer her, for a nominal fee, some ‘money packets’ myself. While stocks last.

 

 

OCBC priority booking

From ‘Extra Jay Chou shows, but fan upset they’re only for OCBC cardholders’ 5 May 2010, posted in Stomp online.

Their main sponsor OCBC cardholders had privileges for all three (Jay Chou) concerts.’

I believe that the organisers have planned the second and third shows due to the overwhelming response from the audience. However, why is it that only OCBC cardholders are entitled to the last two concerts?

It this an OCBC marketing strategy to make people open banking accounts with them?

Perhaps a last ditch gimmick by a bank probably in a financial deficit after giving away too many birthday cakes. SISTIC and OCBC should just put a cap on crazy fans (and I bet there are) who go for all 3 shows in row. If you’re an OCBC holder and want to make a sleazy quick buck out of adolescents, then sell it on the black market for more than 1k a ticket.

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