by
Pranay
Gupte,
November
19,
2004
Why
am
I
sceptical
that
there
isn't
exactly
going
to
be
an
exodus
from
India
to
Singapore?
Precisely
because
of
what
that
Indian
cabinet
minister
told
me.
Singapore
can
attract
all
the
cheap
coolie
labour
it
might
want,
but
the
word
has
gotten
around
in
the
Indian
professional
community
that
this
isn't
the
place
to
come
for
personal
and
cultural
fulfilment.
One
Indian
sociologist
put
it
very
succinctly,
if
harshly:
"Yes,
Singapore
will
get
all
the
white
trash
it
wants.
Yes,
it
will
get
all
the
brown
trash
it
wants.
Anything's
better
than
living
in
villages
without
electricity.
But
it's
going
to
have
problems
getting
the
brown
sahibs
it
needs."
Without
those
brown
sahibs,
Singapore
will
lose
out
to
its
neighbours
in
the
great
globalisation
game.
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Not so long ago, an important member of India's federal cabinet took me aside and asked why was it that Singaporeans were racist. I was floored by the question, which the official asked in all earnestness. In his long career dealing with ethnicities and communities all over the world, he said, he had never quite encountered the sheer arrogance and hubris demonstrated by Singaporeans.
"They
think
that
they
know
it
all,"
he
said,
noting
the
absurdity
of
a
nation
of
four
million
people
taking
on
a
country
of
1.2
billion
people.
"Even
a
minor
Singaporean
official
will
talk
down
to
someone
as
senior
as
me."
I
don't
know
if
I
fully
agree
with
the
cabinet
official.
Singapore
and
India,
in
fact,
have
been
working
hard
at
building
stronger
political
and
economic
relations:
they
are
about
to
sign
a
Comprehensive
Economic
Cooperation
Agreement
(CECA),
which
covers
not
only
trade
but
also
investment
and
services.
The
Indian
government
hopes
that
Singapore,
which
has
US$1.3
billion
invested
in
Indian
technology
and
telecommunications
companies,
will
bring
in
an
additional
US$2.5
billion
to
help
build
India's
languishing
infrastructure
next
year.
Singapore,
in
fact,
is
the
biggest
Asian
investor
in
India,
and
third
only
to
Mauritius
and
the
United
States.
Singapore
-
whose
GDP
of
US$100
billion
is
less
than
a
sixth
of
India's
-
expects
to
attract
more
Indian
hi-tech
professionals,
and
also
hopes
that
India
will
use
it
as
an
offshore
center
for
financial
transactions.
Unlike
my
friend,
the
Indian
cabinet
official,
I
don't
believe
that
this
is
a
racist
society.
Indeed,
I
have
been
overwhelmed
by
the
good
will
and
graciousness
of
everyday
Singaporeans.
It's
easy
to
make
friends
here,
and
people
have
been
uniformly
and
extraordinarily
kind
to
me.
In
fact,
I
have
been
genuinely
touched
by
the
gestures
of
sweetness
and
thoughtfulness
from
everyday
Singaporeans.
But
this
is
certainly
a
"rules-driven
society"
-
in
the
words
of
my
friend
Ambassador
Kishore
Mahbubani,
a
Singaporean
of
Indian
descent
who
was
his
country's
Permanent
Representative
at
the
United
Nations
and
is
now
Dean
of
the
new
Lee
Kuan
Yew
School
of
Public
Policy
here
in
Singapore.
Ironically,
it
was
my
article
about
the
new
School
-
named
in
honor
of
Singapore
founding
father
-
that
may
have
precipitated
my
involuntary
departure
from
The
Straits
Times
on
November
16.
But
before
I
come
to
a
fuller
examination
of
the
episode,
let
me
say
a
word
or
two
about
the
paper,
which
will
be
160
years
old
next
year.
It's
a
beautifully
designed
paper,
with
90
percent
of
a
typical
day's
edition
of
200
pages
consisting
of
ads.
I
was
hired
in
March
2004
as
its
global-affairs
columnist.
I
wrote
columns
under
my
own
byline
three
or
four
times
a
week;
I
also
wrote
at
least
one
or
two
longish
analytical
features
and
profiles
each
week.
And
I
wrote
unsigned
editorials
(which
are
called
leaders
here,
in
the
British
fashion)
mainly
on
developing
countries,
international
finance,
global
politics,
India,
and
the
Middle
East
-
subjects
that
I've
long
covered
in
a
journalistic
career
spanning
four
decades.
The
Straits
Times
has
no
competition
in
Singapore.
It's
owned
wholly
by
a
company
called
Singapore
Press
Holdings,
whose
stock
is
sold
publicly
but
whose
affairs
are
closely
monitored
by
the
government
of
prime
Minister
Lee
Hsien
Loong,
son
of
Singapore's
founding
father,
former
prime
minister
Lee
Kuan
Yew.
The
paper
is
run
by
editors
with
virtually
no
background
in
journalism.
For
example,
my
direct
editor
was
Ms
Chua
Lee
Hoong,
a
woman
in
her
mid
30s.
She
was
an
intelligence
officer.
Other
key
editors
are
drawn
from
Singapore's
bureaucracies
and
state
security
services.
They
all
retain
connections
to
the
state's
intelligence
services,
which
track
everyone
and
everything.
At
the
newspaper,
I
was
struck
by
the
total
absence
of
conversation
or
banter
in
the
huge
newsroom.
Having
spent
two
decades
at
the
New
York
Times,
including
my
student
days
in
the
United
States,
and
having
run
my
own
newspaper
subsequently,
The
Earth
Times
-
not
to
mention
my
18-year
tenure
as
a
columnist
at
Newsweek
International,
plus
16
years
at
Forbes
as
a
contributing
editor
-
I
was
accustomed
to
the
spirited
atmosphere
of
news
rooms,
not
to
mention
disagreements
and
disputes.
I
believe
that
what
precipitated
my
termination
from
the
paper
on
the
morning
of
Tuesday,
November
16,
was
my
refusal
to
include
in
the
article
about
the
LKY
School
some
falsehoods
about
Mr.
Mahbubani
that
two
editors
suggested
that
I
should
insert.
They
both
claimed
that
Mr.
Mahbubani
has
had
problems
with
the
nation's
security
services
and
that
he
was
viewed
as
a
radical
when
he
was
a
student
at
what
was
then
the
University
of
Singapore
(now
National
University
of
Singapore).
There
was
no
way
that
I
could
independently
confirm
such
suggestions.
Moreover,
I
believe
they
were
false.
Mr.
Mahbubani
may
have
been
a
student
activist
in
his
writings
for
the
university
newspaper
-
but
since
then
has
distinguished
himself
for
nearly
four
decades
as
Singapore's
emissary
in
various
places.
The
fact
that
he
was
named
head
of
the
LKY
School
is
testimony
to
the
high
regard
in
which
he
is
universally
held.
(His
first
book,
"Can
Asians
Think?"
was
a
best-seller
in
Asia
and
Europe,
and
also
did
pretty
well
in
the
United
States.
His
next
book
will
be
published
in
the
spring
by
Public
Affairs
in
New
York.)
It
would
have
been
simply
inappropriate
to
include
unsubstantiated
stuff
about
Mr.
Mahbubani's
alleged
radicalism
during
his
student
days.
And
it's
highly
unlikely
that
he
would
have
risen
as
high
as
he
has,
had
he
been
really
considered
a
national
security
risk.
My
own
feeling
is
that
among
some
of
the
intelligence
and
bureaucratic
types
who
run
the
Straits
Times,
there
isn't
universal
good
will
toward
the
LKY
School
or
its
dean.
Like
newsrooms
everywhere,
the
newsroom
of
the
Straits
Times
has
its
share
of
jealousies,
resentments
and
fiefdoms.
It
is
also
a
poorly
run
organization.
For
example,
my
editor,
Ms
Lee,
killed
a
substantial
quote
that
I
obtained
from
Mr.
Arthur
Ochs
Sulzberger,
chairman
and
publisher
of
the
New
York
Times,
on
the
grounds
that
he
was
"distracting."
When
I
wrote
an
e-mail
note
to
Arthur,
whom
I've
known
for
a
long
time,
to
explain
why
his
generously
given
quote
to
me
was
not
used,
here's
what
I
received
from
Mr.
Cheong
Yip
Seng,
the
editor-in-chief
of
the
Straits
Times:
we
do
not
do
this
on
this
paper,
namely
apologise
to
a
newsmaker
whose
quote
we
did
not
use.
if
i
were
the
newsmaker,
i
would
think
poorly
of
the
paper.
if
the
nyt
uses
every
quote
of
a
noteworthy
newsmaker,
they
will
need
to
double
the
pages
they
use
daily.
-----
Forwarded
by
Cheong
Yip
Seng/SPH
on
14/11/2004
06:37
PM
-----
Needless
to
day,
Mr.
Cheong
missed
my
point
entirely.
Arthur
Sulzberger
had
made
a
special
effort
to
communicate
with
me
from
13,000
miles
away
to
give
me
a
long
personal
statement
about
the
New
York
Times
and
its
directions.
I
used
the
quote
in
a
column
on
the
media,
but,
of
course,
it
was
edited
out.
I
felt
that
in
view
of
my
own
long
tenure
at
the
Times,
and
my
friendship
with
Arthur,
I
owed
him
an
explanation,
at
the
very
least.
It
was
common
courtesy
on
my
part,
not
brown-nosing
to
Arthur,
who
doesn't
take
to
kindly
to
obsequiousness
anyway.
Ms
Chua,
my
editor,
also
killed
two
other
exclusive
interviews
I'd
obtained
in
recent
days,
mainly
through
my
access
to
important
people
gained
over
four
decades
in
international
journalism.
She
said
that
what
was
said
by
Dr.
Supachai
Panichpakadi,
the
Director-General
of
the
World
Trade
Organization,
and
Mr.
Peter
G.
Peterson,
Chairman
of
the
Council
on
Foreign
Relations
-
and
the
author
of
a
recent
best-seller
-
was
"boring."
In
fact,
both
were
timely
interviews.
Dr.
Supachai
spoke
about
ending
textile
quotas
which,
starting
in
December,
will
give
developing
nations
unprecedented
access
to
the
markets
of
industrialized
nations.
And
Mr.
Peterson
spoke
about
the
troubling
U.S.
deficits,
and
how
both
Republicans
and
Democrats
have
been
irresponsible
about
dealing
with
the
current-account
deficit
that's
expected
to
balloon
past
US$600
billion
this
year.
Ms
Chua
further
recommended
that
I
should
turn
to
a
white
colleague
in
the
news
room
for
lessons
on
how
to
ask
questions.
Since
I
didn't
come
to
the
Straits
Times
to
be
re-educated
in
journalism
-
after
a
pretty
distinguished
career
of
my
own
-
I
felt
that
her
advice
was
inappropriate.
She
was,
of
course,
well
within
her
rights
to
kill
any
story
she
wanted,
but
people
like
Dr.
Supachai
and
Mr.
Peterson
aren't
usually
accessible
to
inconsequential
newspapers
such
as
the
Straits
Times.
Be
that
as
it
may,
I
thought
that
the
editor
-
who
was
trained
as
an
intelligence
officer,
not
as
a
journalist
-
was
way
out
of
line
in
recommending
that,
at
age
56,
I
take
lessons
in
journalism
from
a
white
man
at
the
paper.
Among
the
things
that
I
was
hired
for,
incidentally,
was
mentoring
young
people
at
the
Straits
Times.
Now
some
people
I
know
in
Singapore
regard
Ms
Chua's
behaviour
as
racism.
I
do
not.
But
another
episode
in
the
news
room
last
week
certainly
suggested
racism
to
me.
A
Chinese
colleague
of
mine
-
a
fellow
columnist
named
Mr.
Andy
Ho
-
had
changed
the
thrust
of
my
column
on
Diwali,
which
happens
to
be
a
national
holiday
here.
While
his
technical
editing
was
superb
-
and
I
told
him
that
-
what
appeared
in
the
paper
subsequently
simply
wasn't
my
voice.
When
I
approached
Mr.
Ho
about
this,
he
waved
me
away
in
our
newsroom
like
one
would
a
persistent
beggar.
Perhaps
he
did
not
realise
the
significance
of
that
gesture
when
directed
at
a
Hindu-born
person
like
me,
however
secular
I
may
be
in
my
sensibilities.
But
he
repeated
his
gesture
in
a
manner
that
was
so
dismissive
that
I
then
addressed
him
by
the
only
appropriate
response,
a
barnyard
epithet.
I
was
struck,
not
by
his
gesture
alone
-
I've
seen
worse
during
a
career
in
journalism
spanning
four
decades
-
but
by
the
expression
on
his
face.
It
left
no
doubt
in
my
mind
whatsoever
that
he
would
qualify
for
what
my
friend,
the
Indian
cabinet
official,
would
most
certainly
call
a
racist.
"Racist"
is
a
hot-button
word,
never
to
be
employed
lightly.
As
an
Indian-born,
US-educated
journalist,
I
have
never
been
exposed
to
racial
discrimination.
Quite
the
contrary.
America
-
supposedly
still
a
land
of
great
racial
divides
-
has
been
generous
to
me,
truly
a
land
of
monumental
opportunities.
But
here's
another
anecdote
concerning
a
Singaporean
that
was
certainly
sobering
to
me
when
it
happened.
Some
time
ago,
a
recruiter
from
a
venerable
Singaporean
institution
looked
me
up
in
New
York,
my
home
since
I
was
in
my
early
twenties.
I
was
being
offered
a
job,
but
at
a
salary
far
less
than
a
white
gentleman
I
knew
with
considerably
less
experience.
Why
was
that?
"Because
you
are
an
Indian,"
the
woman
recruiter
said.
"I'm
an
American,"
I
replied.
"It
doesn't
matter
what
your
nationality
is,"
she
said.
"You
are
a
person
of
Indian
origin,
and
that's
how
our
compensation
is
structured."
Needless
to
say,
it
was
an
offer
that
I
had
no
problems
refusing.
Years
later,
when
I
finally
arrived
in
Singapore
-
which
was
some
months
ago
-
I
was
quite
astonished
to
see
how
many
non-Singaporean
Indians
in
professional
positions
were
serving
with
coolie-like
servility
that
they
would
never
display
back
at
home.
What
was
going
on
here?
"You
have
to
play
by
the
rules,"
one
Indian-born
colleague
said.
"You
cannot
shake
the
boat
too
much.
In
fact,
you
dare
not
shake
it
at
all.
The
money
is
good
here,
so
I
can
swallow
an
insult
or
two."
The
behaviour
of
Ms
Chua,
the
editor,
may
be
simply
the
kind
of
office
politics
that
people
holding
power
engage
in
every
now
and
then.
But
it's
also
part
of
a
broader
attitude
that
I
detect
among
many
Singaporeans
in
journalism's
top
echelons
here
-
that
no
one
else's
record
or
accomplishment
or
opinion
counts
but
theirs.
Any
divergence
of
view
is
immediately
regarded
as
subversive
dissent.
This
is
an
important
point
because
if
Singaporeans
are
going
to
be
perceived
as
filled
with
hubris
and
an
unbending
my-way-or-highway
attitude,
it
is
going
to
be
increasingly
difficult
for
this
country
to
attract
the
talent
it
needs
to
sustain
its
economic
ambitions.
In
fact,
young
Singaporean
professionals
are
emigrating
to
Australia
and
Europe
in
record
numbers
because
they
feel
stifled
here.
For
example,
I
would
be
very
curious
to
see
how
many
top-notch
Indian
professionals
in
technology
and
the
sciences
actually
wind
up
in
Singapore
once
the
ambitious
Singapore-India
Comprehensive
Economic
Cooperation
Agreement
is
signed
this
month
by
Prime
Ministers
Lee
Hsien
Loong
of
Singapore
and
Manmohan
Singh
of
India.
Why
am
I
sceptical
that
there
isn't
exactly
going
to
be
an
exodus
from
India
to
Singapore?
Precisely
because
of
what
that
Indian
cabinet
minister
told
me.
Singapore
can
attract
all
the
cheap
coolie
labour
it
might
want,
but
the
word
has
gotten
around
in
the
Indian
professional
community
that
this
isn't
the
place
to
come
for
personal
and
cultural
fulfilment.
One
Indian
sociologist
put
it
very
succinctly,
if
harshly:
"Yes,
Singapore
will
get
all
the
white
trash
it
wants.
Yes,
it
will
get
all
the
brown
trash
it
wants.
Anything's
better
than
living
in
villages
without
electricity.
But
it's
going
to
have
problems
getting
the
brown
sahibs
it
needs."
Without
those
brown
sahibs,
Singapore
will
lose
out
to
its
neighbours
in
the
great
globalisation
game.
Already,
its
consumer
prices
and
cost-of-living
are
driving
potential
talent
to
places
like
Bangkok,
Hong
Kong
and
Kuala
Lumpur.
Mumbai,
Bangalore,
Hyderabad
and
Delhi
aren't
such
bad
places
to
live
and
work
in
either,
especially
if
you
are
in
the
technology
sector.
Singapore,
in
short,
is
facing
severe
competition,
and
it's
falling
behind
already.
Does
that
mean
by
calibrating
its
culture
to
be
more
welcoming
to
outsiders
is
the
answer?
It's
one
answer,
certainly.
Does
that
mean
Singaporeans
should
tolerate
dilution
of
high
professional
standards?
Certainly
not.
But
why
would
any
self-respecting
professional
coming
to
work
here
want
to
compromise
his
own
standards?
And
so
back
to
that
question:
Are
Singaporeans
racist?
Well,
of
course
some
of
them
are,
just
as
surely
some
Americans
are,
and
Australians
and
Argentineans
and,
dare
I
say,
even
Indians.
But
Singapore
lives
in
a
unique
goldfish
bowl,
and
its
own
standards
of
economic
excellence
require
its
citizens
to
be
more
sensitive
and
magnanimous
when
it
comes
to
dealing
with
outsiders.
After
all,
Singapore
has
created
a
pretty
well-functioning
secular
society
for
itself
-
even
though
one
might
argue
that,
in
the
cultural
scheme
of
things,
Tamils
and
Malays
play
second
sitar
to
the
Chinese.
This
is
such
a
beautiful
place
with
such
beautiful
and
giving
people.
It's
hard
not
to
be
a
well-wisher.
But
the
Straits
Times
as
a
model
of
dynamic,
open-minded
journalism?
It
will
happen
on
the
day
that
it
starts
to
snow
here
on
the
equator.
So
what
am
I
going
to
do
next?
A
book
or
two
to
complete.
Plenty
of
museums
to
visit
in
Singapore.
Certainly
scores
of
great
food
joints.
Nice
people
to
spend
time
with,
as
long
as
I
avoid
the
paper's
editors,
of
course.
Would
I
still
recommend
Singapore
as
a
place
to
visit?
Yes,
I
would,
most
definitely.
And
as
a
place
to
stay?
Yes,
I
would,
most
certainly.
SBut
don't
expect
to
practice
the
journalism
of
fairness
and
forthrightness.
This
simply
isn't
the
place
for
that.
At
least,
not
as
long
as
nail-pullers
are
running
the
news
room.
I
got
out
before
they
pulled
out
my
nails.
But
it
still
hurts.
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