Been a while since I blogged…too much writing for work leaves me drained. But I believe this coming weekend deserves to be marked on this blog with a proper post, so here goes.
As I have said before, I am a rural voter. This Sunday will mark the fifth occasion on which I exercise my democratic right to choose who rules my country for the next 5 years. It will be a momentous occasion especially as Malaysia is on the cusp of real change.
But it would be wrong to say the change will happen only once we vote. Real change requires a paradigm shift, and that has been happening gradually over the course of about 8 years or so.
Tomorrow I will make the trip back home. Sunday I would ferry my family to the polling stations and when I make this journey, many things and many people will be on my mind.
The late Teoh Beng Hock’s family. They have not found closure.
Teoh and Ahmad Sarbani Mohamad were both found dead on separate occasions. Common denominator – MACC.
Then there is the story of Francis Udayappan. His mom never found closure either.
Oh…can I refresh your memory on the young boy in Shah Alam, Aminulrasyid Amzah?
The guy on the left is Kpl Jenain Subi, who was sentenced to 5 years jail for his death. Took 21 bullets from an supposed crack shot. and all he got was 5 years. His family has just filed a suit against the government and the PDRM.
What about A. Kugan?
Then, there is the curious story of R. Gunasegaran who is another lockup death in 2009. And a witness at his inquest, Selvach Santhiran also ended up in preventive detention allegedly cos he fingered another cop in his testimony. Selvach was beaten up by policemen and taken into custody the same day he testified. He’s still behind bars.
These folks, and thousands of other ghosts of Malaysian state victims, will accompany me when I walk into the polling station.
My choice has already been made for me. My vote is a hope for justice.