Every time I hear about an issue with race in my country (which means everyday) and which usually involves one race crying out that they are being endangered (as always, by another race), I am reminded of a parable as told by Jesus. To paraphrase and make relevant that parable somewhat:
A Malay man is waylaid and robbed on the roadside. Another Malay drives past, sees the injured man and quickly drives off. Somewhat later, an Indian man sees the victim and drives him to the hospital, paying all his medical bills.
Who, do you think, is that man's neighbour?
I am tired of people of one race (or ethnicity or skin colour; whichever taxanomical word you prefer) feeling endangered and threatened by others. As if their "own" kind will treat them any better.
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