The mere thought of this man,
languishing within dark and cold prison walls bring tears to
The mere mention of his name
leaves a dull ache on my tongue. It is as though if I could utter
one word, I would swallow his name, and in so doing, I would
How was I responsible for this
tragedy that has befallen this man? Surely, I as a member of
this glorious nation must have in some way or another contributed
to this man, wasting his brialiance and his talent behind those
cold, prison bars?
All I did was make a cross against
a white piece of paper carrying the symbol of the world
in balance. But the balance is only virtually true, a one dimensional
warped amazing thought. In reality, the scale has tilted to an
ultimate low, the lowest point being the cruelty of two
that any court could inflict on a man, that of abuse of power
and an impending sodomy charge.
Hell, I don't care what the judges
think. I don't care what the AG thinks. I don't care what the
prime minister thinks. I don't even care if these thoughts
of mine would be considered contempt of court. For even the courts
are no longer worthy of my respect. Even judgements churned in
courts I no
longer revere nor find them binding or just. So don't talk to
me about contempt of court when I find the greatest contempt
is the harshest truth of being called Malaysian, is being witness
to this cruelty, day after day, months after months, and having
no strength, no courage and no recourse to do anything but watch
a man, once held high in esteem, reduce to nothing but a name,
a history that has no past.
Where was I when this man was
arrested on 20 September 1998?
Where was I when he made his
first court appearance after nine days of incommunicado detention?
Where was I when he emerged with
visible signs of assault which the primie minister said was 'self-inflicted"?
He had been severely beaten around
the neck, face and head while blindfolded and hancuffed, but
where was I?
Where was I on 14 April 1999,
when this same man was found guilty of corrupt practises
and sentenced to 6 years imprisonment?
Where was I in July 1999 when
a second trial was opened against this man, who together with
another man, now faces a charge of sodomy?
Where was I on 10 September 1999,
when he was reported to suffer an excessive level of arsenic
in his urine?
Where was I when the hospital
stated that this man had developed "a number of medial problems"
and the hospital was recommended to assess and follow up on the
patient's health status?
There were countless moments
when I was not there, when I could have been there but knew that
I would be there, however, on
Aug 4, together with hundreds of the reformasi crowd, to hear
judgement made for or against my brother.
Whatever judgement made against
him is a judgement made against me for I know my brother has
been truly wronged.
I will be there to judge for
myself the outcome of his judgement for whatever it is, it is
more than just a judgement, this judgement provides great implications
to the issue of judiciary and human rights of my country.
On Aug 4, there is nothing in
this world that can keep me away from exercising my rights as
citizen of this country to assembly peacefully outside the Federal
Hight Court with other Malaysians of common understanding and
love for my brother, Anwar Ibrahim.
3 August, 2000