The Twitter avatar of Tessa Kum, an idolized figure alleged to be a kind humanitarian (@sirtessa). Her Twitter profile reads “cranky little hermit crab”
Since I have Google alerts, I see almost every news story from Canada, the US, the UK or Australia that contains the word “Islam” or “Muslim”. If I see another story about Tessa Kum I am going to be ill:
…Man Haron Monis slithered into the Lindt Café in Martin Place, armed with a shotgun and murderous intent, and blew not only my editorial but two innocent lives, a city’s sense of ease and the comfort of God knows how many people who will suffer as a result of his lunacy, to smithereens.
There is little I can say to add anything meaningful that hasn’t already been said but I can’t bring myself to write of anything else, so deeply has this event moved, touched, angered or bewildered so many of us.
I wouldn’t have thought that, following the extraordinary coverage of Phillip Hughes’ untimely death, mainstream and social media could best their efforts at one-upmanship. But best it they did.
Much of the coverage was commendable; some was downright abhorrent and insensitive (I’m looking at you, Rupert Murdoch) but one simple message eclipsed them all. The quiet act of compassion from a young Sydney woman, who vowed to “ride with” anyone of the Muslim faith who felt threatened in any way from the fall-out from Monis’ actions, became an instant and global sensation.
No, don’t send her hate Tweets. But consider: if a white person had written like her about some other race they would have their blog taken down pronto and be an ‘unperson’. Yet simply because she is half-Chinese, she is allowed to write her hateful messages and even worse, to be written up worshipfully by idiot reporters.
This is sheer insanity. Yes, I do object to her writing that she hates me because of something beyond my control and then be praised to the skies.
And no, I am very far from being a ‘white supremacist’. I was exposed to a wide variety of people in Vancouver (ironically, mostly Chinese, at least in the early days). My family never used racist slurs (neither do I), nor did they give me any particular suggestion that people should be disliked simply because they were of a difference ethnicity. I am not opposed to immigration (if they slowed it down some) and kept out Muslims (and yes, I am sure there are many decent Muslims but there are very few at all in my area and I have met few).
Oddly enough, she does not happy in this Dec 19 tweet:
Yeah. The photo is publicly online here. This is my space, that is my face. No media organisation has consent to publish my likeness.
— Sir Tessa (@sirtessa) December 19, 2014
In her latest post, she has toned down her language noticeably, but still gets in a dig about “White Saviour Complex,” and then says that she personally would not like some stranger offering to ride with her!
But I have to say, the thought of anyone deciding to approach me in public in order to protect me for my own sake without considering that, like everyone on public transport, I just want to be left alone; that thought rather gets my hackles up.
I have a severe of Islamonausea just now. Our society is sick and I cannot fix it. I feel like walking away from the news and going back to something more pleasant. Maybe some cross-stitching?