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Violence and Bloodshed-All Over An Empty Patch of Cow Grass ..
Violence and Bloodshed-All Over An Empty Patch of Cow Grass ..
It is now a week since Bersih 3.0. I couldn't really make much sense of what happened- to the Police, that is- for them to unleash the violence which they claim was provoked by the protesters at Dataran, when the barriers were breached. One moment they were all relaxed and cool- the next, vicious rottweilers attacking those they are entrusted to protect. Me- I was with the Medical Team walking from Brickfileds, thru Jln Tan Cheng Lock to Pasar Seni .... then on to Masjid Jamek (carrying an +/- 8kg backpack with equipments/supplies). We were there to provided medical services to anyone who may have needed it. During the walk from Brickfields- everything was really cool (except the sun- which was blistering hot). I was actually impressed with the restraint shown by the police, and was actually full of praise for them ... But suddenly I heard someone say "We are under Attack!! We are under attack!!" the walkietalkie .... then pops of the tear gas. Then we started going about with the work we came for- courtesy of the Pasukan D'Rottweiler Malaysia ... and as they say, the rest is history. During that time, I chose to focus on my work, and so didn't pay much attention to what was happening around me- but I was horrified to see what actually took place via Facebook/ YouTube/ images/accounts/articles later that night. And all these injuries/violence and criminal intimidation was over
But what happened next was something that I had never seen or experienced before. It was when the violence started. Groups of policemen suddenly started attacking the protesters. They would gang up on individuals and just unleash punches and kicks. I, along with many other journalists who were there, started shooting these attacks and arrests. Usually, on previous occasions like this, what would happen is that the police would realise the press was there watching and they would stop any aggression. This happened at Bersih 2.0 in 2011 and there were times when I would run up to where police were roughing up people just so they would stop. But last Saturday was different. When we journalists started documenting what was happening, we instead ended up on the receiving end of the aggression. The police started screaming at us in a very hostile way to stop shooting. I had police shoving my camera arms, pulling and pushing me away. At one point, I was even detained by the police who had accused me of shooting a group of them (around 20, I think) beating up a protester. I didnt want my equipment to be confiscated or to be arrested, so I denied shooting any video of the pounding. They let me off the hook with a stern warning. I was lucky. Many of my other colleagues were assaulted and attacked just for doing their jobs. They were punched and kicked and suffered terrible injuries. Their equipment was confiscated and many even had their cameras and lenses smashed and destroyed. I also noticed something very strange. At one point, I saw that all the policemen who were in uniform had removed their Velcro nametags. They were also moving in droves away from Dataran Merdeka and into the streets and they were just attacking, beating and arresting people. Since I was witnessing all this and could not shoot anything, I started feeling sick to the stomach and decided to just walk to where I had parked my car and go home. While I was walking along the sidewalk, I could see these policemen on the streets still going after people and beating them and arresting them. And as I was walking, I even saw several injured people unconscious on the ground and being picked up by ambulances.
There were many passers-by along the street too and they had stopped to look. Some were shooting with mobile phones. I even heard someone shouting for the police to stop. A group of men stopped me and asked if I was a member of the press. I said yes and they asked to be interviewed. I looked over my shoulder to see if there were any policemen close by. But none were since they were too busy doing what they were doing. The men told me that they had never seen anything like this before. They said it looked like a bunch of cats going wild in the back alleys looking for mice. They told me that they felt disgusted. One of them even said that he was a retired policeman and he had never done anything of this sort during his career. Once they were done expressing their feelings, I turned off my camera. Walked into the parking lot where my car was and drove off to go home and hug my daughter. That Saturday, I had never felt so angry before. Angry because my fellow journalists and I were threatened and assaulted for doing our jobs. In all my years as a journalist, I have never felt as threatened and intimidated as I did that day. And I am one who has reported in conflict zones such as Afghanistan, Lebanon and Pattani. If the police felt like they were justified in what they were doing, why then did they not allow journalists to document it? That Saturday, I also felt very sad. Sad because I witnessed so many of my fellow Malaysians suffer at the hands of those who were supposed to protect them. There is so much noise right now in the country. This side accusing that side of breaching the barricades, and that side accusing this side of not complying with the law. This side accusing that side of being unjust, and that side accusing this side of not being reasonable. Like I said, this is all just noise. I have never begged before. But I am begging now. I am begging that we Malaysians keep our eyes on the ball and do what is best for our country.