
Today is remembrance day in the UK, in much of Europe, and in many many countries in the Commonwealth of Nations. It is not celebrated in Malaysia, even though we are a member of the Commonwealth. Why don’t we have remembrance day on the 11th of November? Is it because we have no dead from the wars? Because we are trying to be different or because we are trying to cast off our colonial influence?
We know the first is untrue. We have many dead and we celebrate our remembrance on 31st July. Is it the second and third then? I do not know. If it is, then it is a very shallow reason to celebrate our remembrance day on a different date from our commonwealth friends. Remembrance day is a very powerful day. If you’ve ever attended a remembrance service, or even watched the national one on TV, you would know. We owe it to the dead to remember them. To remember history, so that we do not repeat it.
I have never attended or watched a Hari Pahlawan service. To me Hari Pahlawan was the day our teacher in school gave out forms for us to donate money. No one ever explained to me what it was. The history we learnt in school was a diluted version, designed so we will never forget who is in power. The history I learnt in school instilled in me, not a sense of pride, but a sense of frustration. Frustration that I spent 4 years learning Malaysian history, yet not know the truth. Frustration that I spent only 1 year learning world history, and most of that on the history of Islam. Frustration that I do not know anything about the history of the world. Frustration that I do not know anything about the world wars. Frustration that at the end of 5 compulsory years of history studies, I did not know anything about history at all, be it world history or Malaysian history.
History was made a few days ago, when RPK was released from ISA detention. I wish I attended some of the vigils. I would have, if I was at home. I hope and pray that all ISA detainees will be released soon. I light, on this blog, not a candle, but a fire. A bonfire of hope. Hope that our country will be a better place soon. Hope that my fiance and I will be welcomed home with opened arms, that we will have good futures and good jobs. The hope will always be there, the hope that I can come home to a better place. Not just a place to have a vacation in, but to live in and start a family in, unafraid of racism, unafraid of corruption, unafraid of unequality, and most of all unafraid of the government.
I may not know much of Malaysian history beyond what I have read and heard. But on this remembrance day, I pay tribute to everyone who suffered on May 13th 1969, to all ISA detainees past and present, and to all victims of our very corrupt government. I pay tribute to everyone who died in the defense of Malaysia during World War Two and to all victims of the Japanese Occupation. I also pay tribute to everyone who suffered the effects of the water canons and tear gas during the Bersih Demonstrations last February & March.
I believe we were fed a load of lies and bullshit in secondary school Sejarah. I am neutral on whether we are better off after independence than before. From what I know, the transition to independence was a bloodless one. I am not paying tribute to the people who brought independence to Malaysia, simply because I do not know if independence benefited Malaysia at all.
Happy Remembrance Day everyone. Keep up the ISA vigils. I join you in spirit if not in body.




zewt 10:44 am on November 10, 2008 Permalink |
i dont even remember that 31 july is hari pahlawan…
yes, we have been fed too much lies… it’s time for this nation to chart its own course…
theodwyn 9:43 pm on November 10, 2008 Permalink |
The question is… how many of us knew 31 July was Hari Pahlawan?