• Okay, let’s talk environment again

    But from a different angle this time.

    Malaysia is a beautiful country, and I’m not saying that just because I was born here. Coming back after decades away has meant that I see the country anew, with its sweeping vistas of green, hills and mountains draped in soft clouds, and the occasional touch of exoticism to tickle the fancy:

    beware of elephants sign

    But Malaysia suffers from the same malady as most other Asian countries. It’s too good for the people. I’m referring to scenes such as the following from Sibu Island, as an example of the high regard with which Malaysians treat their natural environment:

    Sibu Island

    Sibu Island

    And, my particular favourites, well above the tide line:

    Sibu Island

    Sibu Island

    It appears that in both Singapore and Malaysia, used sanitary napkins are the female litter items du jour.

    Why? Why? Why? Why? Why boast to other people about what a beautiful country Malaysia is, then throw your litter out of the window? Singaporeans, I’ve seen you driving along the North-South Expressway (in Malaysia), tossing out milkshake containers and burger wrappers with gay abandon. Do you have such little respect for others? No wonder Malaysians despise you. You do in other countries what you don’t have the cojones to do in your country and if you noticed any car occupant clapping and giving a thumbs up sign to you when you were pulled over by the police for speeding, that was probably me.

    So, there are two issues here: one is the attitude of Malaysians to their own common space. To be blunt, it’s disgusting. The way a locale is maintained is a true indication of the level of communal pride of the locale’s inhabitants. It doesn’t matter if itinerants come through and litter; the residents have already organised — through their local councils — regular clean-up crews to deal with it. At least, that’s the way it should work. But the bureaucracy here is so lackadaisical that nothing seems to make a dent. Remember that email I sent to the Johor branch of Tourism Malaysia after our disastrous visit to Desaru Beach? Never heard boo back. Lazy bastards.

    Sibu Island

    And let me tell you something else. The waters around Sibu Island are supposedly the Mersing Marine Park. which means it’s supposedly protected from fishing and marine development areas. But not only is dredging of marine rocks going on, but one resort is holding its fourth annual fishing competition soon! With prizes! And, of course, you’ve already seen the scenic pictures. If this is how a protected area of the country looks, you can just imagine the rest of it.

    Don’t you understand, Asians? Not everything in the world revolves around YOU. And while you may know where you threw that broken glass bottle, how would you feel if one of your children cut their foot open while stepping on it? Or one of your grandchildren? Seemingly courteous and hospitable people from throughout the region are revolting primitives once you get them beyond the confines of their homes. And I don’t know what to do to help stop it.

    Sibu Island

    What’s that, you say? Institute stiff penalties like Singapore does? (That don’t work anyway except for the touristy Orchard Road, Bukit Timah and Holland Village precincts, but that’s a different point.) Nope, that isn’t the solution. Externally-directed punitive measures fail the minute these people (and I use the term lightly) visit another country. Oh, Singaporeans will be law-abiding little rabbits when they go visit Western countries, cowed by the surrounding orang putih, but put them some place where they can feel superior to the locals (Indonesia, Malaysia, or Thailand, for example) and they revert to the littering, thoughtless bullies that they are.

    Malaysia has problems. I know that. Got a couple of days? I’ll list them alphabetically for you, some from recent bitter experience. But while the locals can claim (illegitimately, in my opinion, but still) ignorance, there is absolutely no excuse for our supposedly superior and better-educated cousins across the Johor Strait. With regards to looking after the environment, Singapore, you can talk the talk, but you can’t walk the walk. Malaysians, I wonder when you’ll grow up and realise the environment isn’t your own personal rubbish bin. And for the country that is Malaysia, I continue to weep for you.

    POSTSCRIPT: It’s time for me to take a break. Rather than post in a haphazard fashion and thus frustrate you, gentle reader, I’m giving myself till the end of the month to recharge. I’ll still be posting over at Novel Spaces on the 11 and 27 of this month, but Fusion Despatches (that’s this blog) will remain in suspended animation during that time.

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  1. Sparky says:

    I have never understood littering

    Of all the pollution out there – people too lazy to recycle, the various pollutants from industry and cars all the thousands of ways we screw the planet, littering is the only one I don’t understand

    Because it takes so LITTLE. The effort required not to drop your crap wherever you happen to be is negligible. And it’s not like it’s a new idea or advanced thinking or disputed science or anything else – not dropping your crap around is something that is blatantly obvious

    I don’t know how to fix it. Stiff penalties are all well and good – but no penalty is enforceable if there’s no-one around to enforce it. It takes many bins, regular clean up crews to stop littering but above all a deep and abiding respect for the surroundings so that you will wait the extra 10 minutes until you find a bin.

    I don’t know how to instil that respect – because I would have thought it would be inherent

  2. Kaz says:

    – “It takes many bins, regular clean up crews to stop littering but above all a deep and abiding respect for the surroundings….”

    You hit it on the head here, Sparky. RESPECT. How do you teach people respect? I’m all out of ideas as well.

  3. Liane says:

    I’ve had one good rant for the week already – live – so I’ll take a deep breath and restrain my fingers before I bust a vein.

    There are many beautiful places I no longer visit because the ugly litter makes me so mad. This is a beautiful island, far, far too good for many of its denizens. About two years ago traffic was diverted on to our quiet street because of works on the main road. Every afternoon I had to go out with a large bag to pick up the garbage of every description flung on the grass verge by pigs in passing cars.

    I don’t know what the solution is. Fines and policing isn’t the answer, because wardens can’t be everywhere. When you find out how to instill pride and respect in people let me know.

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