Jalan Duta Court Complex
Civil High Court 5
Judge Tee Ah Sing presiding.
My number was 8 this morning – on the list pasted outside the court’s notice board. The atmosphere somber: like everywhere else during fasting month. I sat next to my ex-boss, Mr. Siew, while waiting for the interpreter – who wore a fed up expression to the flock of lawyers around her – to call up our names.
This Mr. Siew person used to haunt my nights and days in early stage of my practice. He, however, single-handedly trained me until that fateful day I left my resignation letter on his six by three feet mahogany table. Needless to say, I adored – still do – the man in so many ways. This apolitical individual has recently exercised his voting right during the 2008 general election, notwithstanding the fact that, countless general elections had passed without him bothering to register himself.
Bored out of our wits, we began talking about politics in Malaysia.
“Do you think Sept 16 takeover will happen, Mr. Siew?” I shot the question to him.
“No lah! He (Anwar) is all talk, he likes riot,” he grunted under his breath.
“So, you agree to the way BN is running the country then?” I tested him further.
“BN, PKR, whoever, they are all the same. They are all politicians what!?” I swore I saw a glint of frustration in his eyes.
“What do you think of that Ahmad chap in Penang?” I wasn’t quite done pricking his political stand just yet.
“Which Ahmad chap?” He frowned his forehead, the way he does when something displeases him.
“The one who called the Chinese “immigrant” and last night he asked you all not to be like an American Jew!” I explained to him while raising my eyebrows.
“Ah, that one! That one stupid lah. Got nothing better to do, create racial tension.” At this point, our number was called up putting a stop to the hushed conversation in court.
I agree with my ex-boss not because he used to sign my pay cheques. But he, of all the Chinese I have seen in my life, sees everyone beyond the colour of your skin. He accords all staff in his fine establishment the same opportunity. What sets you apart from the rest, is your ability to soar beyond expectation, in so far as his legal firm is concerned.
Barisan Nasional (BN) has been pushed to the end of its tether – that is without a doubt. But for PKR to cockily announced that they will take over the country leaves a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Perhaps, it is just a psychological war the politicians are so good at launching, post 2008 general election.
If I had to choose between the two – BN or PKR – to rule the country, I opt for the latter, only because I believe in underdogs. The seat BN helms for the past 50 years has gotten too comfortable for them: they forsake transparency and accountability.
Be that as it may, I am just another tax payer, who wants better road en route to Kota Bharu, cheaper duties on books, better government-funded school for my children, so that I don’t have to bankrupt my bank account sending them to the private school. Better hospitals for my aging parents and dispensation of the draconian laws would be desirable, if not, long overdue.
Ahmad’s tactic of igniting fire on race and religious issues is the oldest trick in the book for the politicians at large. His remark is undoubtedly insensitive and irrelevant to say the least. The fact that he refuses to apologise does not antogonise me, for apology should come without coercion, but to further flaming the matter is just plain childish. And please, Tan Lian Hoe’s call to sack Ahmad and detain him under the purview of ISA is just too dramatic, don’t you think? Malaysiakini has the report.
However, I must admit that I habour the dream of BN changing from within. After all, BN is forever my first love. There, I have said it!