Article: Skin whitening

Pickled Politics is one of the original political blogs that serves a blueprint for success for any aspiring blogger.  The blog of Sunny Hundal, it’s launched him as an influential commentator on political movements.  Following him on Twitter (sounds a bit stalker that), he kindly agreed to let me write a piece on a subject close to his heart – skin whitening.  I had a personal story to share and did.

You can find the original piece by clicking here

Oft-repeated family stories tend to have a mythical characteristic to them – particularly when they relate to many generations past. But one story has an altogether different type of tale in our family that continues to amaze those who hear it.

My great grandmother had the good fortune of being born into a wealthy family of landowners who branched out into businesses ranging from tea gardens to garments. The day she was to eventually get married, the groom-in-waiting turned up with his family who offered his hand in marriage. Everything was fine until they saw the complexion of my great grandmother – slightly darker than wheatish. Sensing the reluctance of the groom’s family, her father summoned some weighing scales, sat her on one of the scales and piled gold jewellery on the other until the value of the gold equalled the value of his daughter. The rest, as they say, is history.

Sexist? Yes. Archaic? A little. Consigned to the past? No. As part of every Bangladeshi wedding, the most important ceremony is the ‘Gaye Holud’ (turmeric on the body), not least because this is where all the singing and dancing happens. But, most importantly, it is where turmeric paste is applied to the body of the bride a few days before the wedding to ensure her complexion is the fairest it can be on the big day.

A fairer than fair Aishwariya Rai on the cover of Elle magazine shouldn’t surprise anyone. Kareena Kapoor, already quite fair by Bollywood standards, looked pasty when she graced the cover of Elle whilst Katrina Kaif, half-Indian and half-English, could have been called Karen Keats and no one would have batted an eyelid.

But all this merely reflects the inherent existence of fair skin being a pre-requisite to beauty which, naturally, filters its way up to psyche of the media. The images they then portray, enter the mindsets of those who are new to the ‘game of beauty’ and they go on to accept this as the universally accepted vision of beauty.

It’s not just South Asians who are at this. Europeans seem to go the opposite way with the likes of Cheryl Cole and Eva Longoria being doused in make up and have special lighting effects that make them seem more tanned.

This will not change overnight. Cultural influences over hundreds of years have led to our vision of beauty being as it is. If we are to change this, people of darker skin colours need to exert greater influence in popular culture through books, films and the arts. We’ve even let blue people create the highest grossing film of all time.


Article: Multiculturalism breeds intolerance

I came across The Vibe online magazine by chance when I was mindlessly browsing the website to see what kinds of jobs are out there.  It’s a great little blog, one of the “Top 10 non-aligned political blogs of 2010” in fact, and I was delighted to be able to write for them.  I’ve written more here than anywhere else.

My first article was about multiculturalism and how this idea, to my mind, has done more harm than good.  I’ve pasted it below – for the moment, I can’t link to the original piece as The Vibe website is down after being hacked but, once it’s up and running properly, I’ll post it here.

Tell me what you think

In reading Anushka Asthana’s piece in The Observer on Sunday, I was glad to see that ‘multiculturalism’ and the decorations that surround it are finally being recognised for the tokenism it is.  I was disappointed to read, however, that Asthana fails to recognise some very fundamental things.

Let me set the scene.  I was born and raised in London to Muslim parents, one from Pakistan and the other from Bangladesh.  I was educated in a public school in Essex, which had a sizeable Asian population (though the majority where white) and worked for a private bank where, at one point, I was the only Asian male in a building of about 300 staff.

Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to speak English in the house and eventually learned to read, speak and write in Bangla and Urdu.  A bit of Punjabi was mixed in whenever I visited my Nan.  Both my parents speak English – my father a paramedic and trade unionist and my mother being educated in one of the few English-language schools in Dhaka in the 60s and 70s.  I’ve been a choirboy at school, continue to act in plays (musicals and non-English language too), recited poems in Bangla, presented shows in Urdu and, of course, written articles in English.

Did or do I feel multicultural? Well, no.  None of the activities I do are supposed to be multicultural.  When someone tells me they are, I start thinking ‘is this something I’m not supposed to be doing?’  When clients would be surprised that I was fully Asian after speaking to me on the phone, I’d be entirely confused as to why my accent is the subject of such attention just because it comes out of a brown mouth.  It’s only then that I realise that I’m in some way ‘different’.

My issue with the term ‘multicultural’ is that by formally defining what should be an inherent existence within a liberal, democratic society, the lines of demarcation are made clear and, actually, those who are behaving ‘multiculturally’ are being viewed as entirely ‘different’.  Whilst it is clear that people are more aware these days of what happens in different cultures, this has only given rise to political correctness which, in turn, has driven communities even further apart.

Take the simple matter of handing out Christmas cards.  It seems people have to make the painstaking decision of whether or not we should hand out Christmas cards to certain people lest we offend ‘them’.  Once it’s established that it might be okay to hand out the cards, the greeting on the card becomes the next bone of contention – ‘Season’s Greetings’ or ‘Merry Christmas’?  I can’t think of a single Muslim person who would threaten jihad upon receipt of a Christmas card.  And it’s because you’re ‘seen to be doing the right thing’ that we end up exacerbating already frayed relations between communities.

A lot was made of the community cohesion agenda during the last government.  Another misleading idea.  It is impossible to make people get on with each other (targets included: % people from different backgrounds who get on with each other).  By all means, build greater understanding of different communities and build tolerance, but you certainly can’t make people get on with each other.  Having ‘The Hallows’ living next door to you is no more or less cohesive than ‘The Khans’ living next to ‘The Patels’ and sharing potato curry.

Fundamentally, the problem lies in the basic premise of the idea of ‘multiculturalism’.  The word seemed to enter common usage in the early noughties and was synonymous with the seeming ‘rise’ of Muslim extremism.  Even Asthana’s piece highlights that the discussion around multiculturalism was framed within the debate surrounding tackling violent extremism and specfically, though no one will say it, Muslim violent extremism in the UK.

These are two entirely different things.  Multiculturalism has nothing to do with preventing violent extremism – in fact, it’s partly because of it that we have extremists in the first place.

We now have a problem with shaking off this idea of multiculturalism that seemed to be met with such approval by a society too keen to show its willingness to embrace other cultures.  Liberty and freedom is about being allowed to express your own individual self and being tolerant of others who are different to you.  Multiculturalism fails to do any of those things, breeding intolerance and discouraging people from expressing themselves as they wish as they are restricted by the confines of the word.