Before reading my rants, please understand that you don't have to waste your time reading something that is very likely to be forgotten in a few hours.

Say, have you ever have that feeling you don't belong in your country?

Have you ever told that your families are not accepted in your hometown?

Have you ever chased away from your own neighbourhood?

Racism is a beautiful thing, isn't it?

Yesterday, on Sunday afternoon, I was walking to a minimarket near my house. I was hungry and I was too lazy to cook anything, so there I was, minding my own business, then someone shouted at me. He said, "You, Chinese pig! Go back to your communist land! This is Indonesia!"

I was speechless.

Being a meek person in real life, I kept walking. My feet kept moving. I didn't even look back.

When I finished my purchase, I could see the culprit. An old man easily twice my age. Even from that far distance I could see him, staring at me like I killed his son or something. I was afraid, I picked the long-ass route around the neighbourhood.

When I'm back to my home I found myself staring at my room's door. I had no idea what happened.

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Technically, you have to be a part of the prosecuted race to be a victim of racism, right?

I'm not a Chinese person. My mother is a native. My father is also a native, but he came from another province, with him he brought a different gene. His skin is brighter and his eyes narrow, but he don't have any Chinese ancestry.

Huh, that reminds me of something. 14 years ago my family was almost lynched by an angry mob, just because my father had a Chinese-sounding word on his company's name. Luckily my mother was quick, she stood against the mob and claimed that the company belonged to her and her family, and my father was a small-time employee. As soon as my mother finished speaking, the mob scattered. They walked away like nothing happened. They walked like they never planned to burn the entire building just because the billboard have a Chinese-sounding word.

We are not even white for buck's sake!

Or yellow for that matter, whatever.

At least I was not in the capital, where a city-wide ethnic cleansing riot took place at the time. Thousands killed, just because they thought that because someone is Chinese ethnicity, the person is automatically rich as hell.

Racism is a beautiful thing isn't it? Oh well.

And I'm not even a Chinese person.

At least I still have my pillows.