Kuching in History
I picked up a great little book, a 50-year-old report done by two peninsular Malays as an undergraduate honors project. The reprinting, produced by UNIMAS, is titled “Life in the Malay Kampongs of Kuching, Fifty Years Ago”. It’s a real gem. The students were geographers, and so payed special attention to the landscape of the Malay north bank. They did dabble in some social observation as well:
However, Chinese baby girls are taken by some Malay families even though they already possess several children, including girls. The reasons for this kind of adoption are certainly partly explicable in term of differences between Chinese and Malay economic philosophies. Some reasons, never expressed however by the Malay himself, may be unpopular if openly admitted although generally and tacitly held. The light colouring and more delicate features of the Chinese girls are, we think, factors of some importance in many cases, making the child probably more marriageable in a community with more females than males, and thereby incidentally attracting a son-in-law into the house. In one house in a downstream Kampong a large number of people were found to be visiting the household to see a small baby Chinese girl who had just been purchased for $50 by the Malays. The villagers certainly appeared to be most interested in whether the colouring and general features of the child made it a good bargain.
My in-laws from west Malaysia have adopted Chinese girls in our family tree as well, so this was not limited just to Kuching, though it seems to have been more common here. Has this resulted in closer relations between the Chinese donor families and the adopting families? I’d be curious to know. In our own family, the Chinese relatives still show up for weddings and other major gatherings. At the same time, I’ve been told our late grandmother was rather resentful for having been given away as an infant. Anyway, perhaps due to the general rise in prosperity, I don’t think this practice is happening more today.









My grandmother was given to the Malay family because of the financial strain affecting her family at that time. I think she too is quite unhappy to know this. I know none of my Chinese relatives, sadly enough, only that they live in one of the Kampung Baru (new village) nearby. There had been several visits by the Chinese relatives in the past, none of which was witnessed by me.
being a Malaysian, truly speaking, i have not set my foot in Sarawak. but i noticed you addressed the malays in the west as ‘peninsular malays’, is that how they address the malays in KL? interesting, that’s something new i learned today … about my own country. *smack, smack*
Adoption of Chinese girls by Malays is an interesting precursor to the widespread and increasingly popular practice in North America of adopting Chinese girls.
Alhamdulillah, anybody can be Malay provided that they are muslims.
My mother is a chinese adopted since childhood by a malay family. Now she’s more malay than some malay. My chinese uncle (my mum’s elder brother) now lives with my mum. Alhamdulillah.
And for Ian, we called the Peninsular Malay as “Urang Melaya” (this is a polite term) and a more harsh term we called them “Ley-peh”.
i can only say that malay is not the majority race in sarawak. the language quite different also.
I heard in Sarawak, they don’t say ‘Mat’ for guys… they say.. “Pok”
Is this true?
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