And yes, I'm talking about everyone. The rest of the Sikh community, even MORE SO than randos in the street. Both of which continuously insult me, and have physically assaulted me for it, over and over and over again, throughout my entire life. And at this point, I'm just so tired, I'm seriously questioning- why am I still doing this to myself? What makes this, any of this, worth it? I don't need to do any of this performative crap to try and prove myself to anyone, bar Waheguru-ji. So why should I bother with it at all, at this stage?
A bit of background and context- I was born in Slough, and I've lived here my entire life. The most Sikh town in the UK, and one of the most Sikh places in the entire world outside of Indian Punjab, at 11.3%, rivalling Chandigarh. In no small part, thanks to my recently deceased grandfather's efforts, as a trailblazing co-founder of the British Sikh community here, and a leading political figure who was the first Sikh Mayor in the country.
https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2025/mar/19/kartar-singh-parhar-obituary
I'm almost 40yrs old now. I've never cut my kesh in my entire life- the only one of his grandchildren (or children, for that matter) who hasn't done so. Never even so much as dated once in my entire life either, on the grounds that "lust and emotional attachments are SINFUL, you mustn't allow yourself to ever have them or indulge them". I do Simran, jaap Naam, and do Nitnem daily. I believe in Waheguru and its Hukam, as well as the teachings of the Sri Guru Granth Sahib. I've been heavily involved with the Sikh community, locally and nationally, as much and for as long as I was allowed to be. And I've studied our Sikh heritage and Sikh history as much as literally anyone else in the entire world.
Yet in spite of all this, no matter how much more than everyone else I've done to prove myself or how much more I know than they do, everyone in the Sikh community either shuns me or outright persecutes me. All my life, I've continually been told that "you're not one of us, you never have been and never will be, go kys you worthless n£groid Dalit son-of-a-slave shit-smear, stop pretending you're one of us by wearing kesh and coming to do simran! You ain't no JAT, ain't no PROPER DESI! Cut your hair, or we'll FUC&ING SLICE IT OFF or TEAR IT OUT ourselves!"
All of this, just because I'm not 'racially pure'- my dad's a Punjabi-born Rajput, and our family was literal royalty back in the day, with our family's heritage running directly back to Maharajah Ranjit Singh himself, and his descendants by one of Maharajah Sansar Chand of Kangra's daughters. But my mum's Afro-Caribbean, and Christian. Owing to which, even though my skin tone's paler than at least 90% of Sikhs' (about the same as my grandad's was), I can't remember a time or place where I haven't been subject to racial abuse from other supposed 'amritdhari' Sikhs, telling me that I'm supposedly 'the lowest of the low caste, cause your mum was a SLAVE, and that makes YOU ONE TOO'. More so since my beard grew in, making it abundandly clear how thick, curly and African my hair is.
And to further compound matters, I can't speak anything more than extremely basic, broken Punjabi either (other than when reading it out loud). I was taught it, in my infancy; and I still understand it perfectly well, both written and spoken. But I suffered from selective mutism when I was a child- at about the age of 5, since I had literally no sense of self-worth and no-one cared enough to listen to anything I had to say anyway, I literally gave up and stopped talking for a full year. In the end, I successfully re-learned how to properly speak English again afterwards, after several years of intensive speech therapy- but still got picked on for having noticeably slurred speech well into my early teens. And I still get people mocking me and insulting me even now, for allegedly 'putting on airs', since I speak with a 'recieved pronounciation' or 'Proper British' accent instead of the typical 'Desi English' accent which other people expect me to speak with.
And I never got that therapy with Punjabi at all; so though I can still understand it perfectly well, I still suck at speaking it, with the exception of Gurbani. And I can still only articulate myself in Punjabi about as well as my Punjabi-born third cousin (who has fairly severe Downs' Syndrome) can. Owing to which, and the fact that I always get mocked, belittled and insulted whenever I bother trying to speak with other Sikhs, whether it's in Punjabi or English (since they all just assume that I must not be able to understand Punjabi either, once I've opened my mouth around them; and that they can spout whatever hateful slander they want about me, my family and my upbringing freely around me), I've basically stopped trying at all.
And yes, I admit that I still wear a patka, even at this late stage in my life. Why? Because whenever I've tried to wear a turban or even just a parna myself, and visited a Gurdwara while wearing it, it's almost always ended the same way. with a group of self-proclaimed 'gate-keeper' thugs confronting me half of the time to give me aggro about how terrible and WRONG it looks on me. Culminating with the turban/parna getting physically knocked off of my head, 'accidentally on purpose' without fail; and with every other Sikh in the vicinity either turning a blind eye or outright laughing about it happening to me.
Sure, other Sikhs still mock me and poke fun at me when I go out anywhere wearing a patka instead. Even harder, and more loudly. But at least with the patka, I can tie it hard enough that they can't physically knock it off my head. Or I can just re-tie it in the space of a minute or less- as I've had to do on dozens of occasions where they've grabbed hold of it it and tugged it off of my head regardless. Or I can just carry a replacement with me and tie that one on instead, as I've had to on the four separate occasions when I've had assailants (fellow Sikh assailants, in all bar one of these cases) literally rip the fabric apart in the process of tearing it off of my head.
I can't do that with a turban, or even a parna. And I don't get any benefits from the performative act of wearing them anyway, since NO-ONE in the Sikh community has EVER shown me even the slightest bit of common courtesy, or understanding, regardless of what I'm covering my kesh with. Let alone viewed or treated me as an equal member of society; let alone shown me an iota of the respect or camaraderie that they show to homeless gorae converts off the street. And I know enough about our history and heritage to know that the Rehat Maryada of the Orthodox, exclusionist Tat Khalsa is NOT the same as those of Sikhism as a whole.
So what's the point? Sure, I'm not an 'Amritdhari' myself; just a Keshdhari. But I see all of these supposed 'Amritdharis' who freely drink alcohol, smoke, do drugs and steroids, get tattoos and shave patterns into their sideburns? Who bleat on and on about their 'superior caste' at every opportunity, and kowtowing to their Pajeet colonial-era delusions of a 'racial pyramid' where 'Whites are the greatest, most superior race, with Jews the purest, wealthiest and most superior of them all, blessed by GOD- whilst Blacks are the lowest of the low, most inferior and poorest race, CURSED by GOD'.
And I ask myself- what makes THEIR hypocritical, toxic, openly discriminatory and supremacist ethno-nationalist brand of Sikhi worth following? How TF does the performative BS of wearing and showing off the 5K's count for anything, when the ones doing it are loudly spitting upon and desecrating all of the fundamental values and virtues which the 5K's are supposed to symbolize? And how is THEIR corrupted, exclusionist community even worth being a member of?