The manacles are cracking...

The incident that happened in the beginning of year 2001 has changed my life. I was then a first year student in UPM. One day, I read a news article from the paper, reporting that the government had closed down a Chinese primary school in Damansara. I was pissed off by the closure of the Damansara primary school, because it is a "Chinese" school (I was indeed thinking in that way by then. Later only I found out that there were some fallacies. It is not a racial issue, but it's actually a violation of Human Rights - right to mother-tongue education and community rights.)

In the mean time, DAP organised a walkaton in support to the "Save Our School" (SOS) movement. Immediately, I had registered myself as a participant, not knowing what is DAP and the distance between Pudu Jail and Damansara School (which is damn far!!). Happily, we started our walk, and got arrested by the police an hour later.

Around 40 of us were arrested for "illegal procession" and were sent to two different police station. I was sent to Bricksfield police station. It was my first experience with the police. I was ordered to take SB's (Special Branch) statement, which I later found out that it was illegal. (According to Criminal Procedure Code, SB has no right to record statement from a suspect)

No action had been taken on us. But the incident had inspired me a lot. I had started to question the mainstream values, which I believed in all the while.

The manacles of my mind are cracking!