My Dear Friends,


1. Reading the article below, I feel like I am looking into the Malaysia of the future, if it is not already here!


2. I lost my dear beloved wife to snatch thieves more than 11 years ago in Section 14, a Petaling Jaya city centre in broad daylight and the situation has become worse and is worsening by the day. My wife's murderers were never apprehended and may still be running around free, probably doing more of the same. The police reaction when a report was made was that what had happened to us was "NORMAL!" I was too traumatised to debate or pursue the matter to a just conclusion.



3. I am especially shocked that the article below was supposedly originally sent out by Dato' Khoo Ah See, ex-CPO, Pahang and Melaka suggesting that we, the tax-paying Malaysian public (the victims) are accused "keep harping and politicising negatively about all actions of the police!" I want to humbly remind the YB Dato' that human beings, generally, are not free with praise or compliments and more often than not, ungrateul! So it is normal for humans to highlight the "few" faults and ignore the "much" good done. Anyway, the police do not provide a free service. They are paid handsomely today for the career that they have chosen. The YB Dato' is probably unaware that the word in the streets in our beloved country today is that one should not bother to report crimes to the police for we, the victims, are treated like dirt in the process and nothing ever comes out of most reports. I am not saying that all Malaysian cops are bad, take bribes almost on a daily basis, are unprofessional, etc. At this point, I think only a small percentage are a disgrace and slur to the PDRM. But, one such is one too many! The average police (and other similar authorities) in Malaysia have a penchant for jumping to investigate (like greased lightning) that which have a chosen political bent. I am not inventing this - Please read the excellent article, "Not so easily blinded" by Mr. R. Nadeswaran in his column, "CITIZEN NADES" in theSun of Wednesday, 14th November, 2012.


4. Crime (in its many forms is rampant) the world over. I could list on the fingers of my one hand the countries in the world that I think I would be safe in! The situation is worsening by the day and no solution seems available short of wiping out all of humanity and starting over again. Certain religions are suggesting that that solution is in the books and 12 December, 2012 is forecast as the date selected. I personally have doubts but it seems the best possible "Final solution."


5. My own analysis can be explained by my taglines above but if I had to list the most important answers, they would be:


a. Population Control (family planning) across the board. A maximum of two children per family. Everything

has a limit or capacity, including this BIG Blue Marble. The statistics reveal that it is those humans that cannot

responsibly raise children that breed like flies and expect the rest of the world to feed, clothe and educate them

so that they can "go forth and multiply" and perpetuate the cycle.


b. Responsibilities, NOT Rights. The world is up in arms advocating all sorts "of human rights." I contend

that none of us have any "rights." What we do have are scores of "responsibilities," from birth to death.

Responsibilities as individuals (children, adults), husbands, wives, the employed, politicians.......I could go on

but time and space do not allow me to carry on. But, I think you should be getting my drift.



c. Religious/Moral Values. All life on earth begins, lives and dies. None of us bring anything with us when

we come and when the time finally comes we leave with nothing either. Mankind (the most intelligent life form

in the known universe) is plagued by ignorance and greed - the two principal reasons for all the bad that we

become, I think. Man must take only what he needs, not what he wants. There is more that I could add in this

vein but I shall leave some thinking and work for you.


d. Education, Language and Communications Skills. This has been the root cause for man's progress to date

and will be the only route for continued progress. A careful examination of our present means of communication

clearly explain my point.



e. Zero Tolerance Levels. This will need too much explaining but I guess you can appreciate the point I want

to make.


f. No Distinction Between One Human and Another Based on Race, Ethnicity or Religion. Again, I shall

leave it to your imagination to understand my point.


6. I have gone on to long so I shall end here so that you can get on with appreciating the message from Mrs. Anne Paton. Warmest regards.

Sincerely, Daya
(N.B. DAYANANDA)




Forwarded Message:

Monday, 12 November 2012, 8:58


A very true and sad revelation of South Africa. Our society might become like it if our public keep harping and politicising negatively about all actions of the police! Sent by Dato' Khoo Ah See, ex-CPO, Pahang and Melaka
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IS THIS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO MOST FORMERBRITISHCOLONIES,INCLUDING MALAYSIA, AFTER GAINING INDEPENDENCE?


Well, well, the wheel turns. When the stars fall from the eyes of the deluded, they see the same picture as we who were reproved for being pessimists. This is such a sad article, but it had to be written because of it's truth!




WHY I'M FLEEING SOUTH AFRICA
by Anne Paton (widow of the late Alan Paton) (London Sunday Times)

I am leaving South Africa. I have lived here for 35 years, and I shall leave with anguish. My home and my friends are here, but I am terrified.

I know I shall be in trouble for saying so, because I am the widow of Alan Paton. Fifty years ago he wrote "Cry, The Beloved Country." He was an unknown schoolmaster and it was his first book, but it became a bestseller overnight. It was eventually translated into more than 20 languages and became a set book in schools all over the world. It has sold more than 15 million copies and still sells 100,000 copies a year.

As a result of the startling success of this book, my husband became famous for his impassioned speeches and writings, which brought to the notice of the world the suffering of the black man under apartheid.

He campaigned for Nelson Mandela's release from prison and he worked all his life for black majority rule. He was incredibly hopeful about the new South Africa that would follow the end of apartheid, but he died in 1988, aged 85. I was so sorry he did not witness the euphoria and love at the time of the election in 1994. But I am glad he is not alive now. He would have been so distressed to see what has happened to his beloved country.

I love this country with a passion, but I cannot live here any more. I can no longer live slung about with panic buttons and gear locks. I am tired of driving with my car windows closed and the doors locked, tired of being afraid of stopping at red lights. I am tired of being constantly on the alert, having that sudden frisson of fear at the sight of a shadow by the gate, of a group of youths approaching - although nine times out of 10 they are innocent of harmful intent. Such is the suspicion that dogs us all.

Among my friends and the friends of my friends, I know of nine people who have been murdered in the past four years. An old friend, an elderly lady, was raped and murdered by someone who broke into her home for no reason at all; another was shot at a garage.

We have a saying, "Don't fire the gardener," because of the belief that it is so often an inside job - the gardener who comes back and does you in.

All this may sound like paranoia, but it is not without reason. I have been hijacked, mugged and terrorised. A few years ago my car was taken from me at gunpoint. I was forced into the passenger seat. I sat there frozen. But just as one man jumped into the back and the other fumbled with the starter, I opened the door and ran away. To this day, I do not know how I did this. But I got away, still clutching my handbag.

On May 1 this year, I was mugged in my home at three in the afternoon. I used to live in a community of big houses with big grounds in the countryside. It's still beautiful and green, but the big houses have been knocked down and people have moved into fenced complexes like the one in which I now live. Mine is in the suburbs of Durban, but they're springing up everywhere.

That afternoon I came home and omitted to close the security door. I went upstairs to lie down. After a while I thought I'd heard a noise, perhaps a bird or something. Without a qualm, I got up and went to the landing; outside was a man. I screamed and two other men appeared. I was seized by the throat and almost throttled; I could feel myself losing consciousness. My mouth was bound with Cellotape and I was threatened with my own knife (Girl Guide issue from long ago) and told: "If you make a sound, you die." My hands were tied tightly behind my back and I was thrown into the guest room and the door was shut. They took all the electronic equipment they could find, except the computer. They also, of course, took the car.

A few weeks later, my new car was locked up in my fenced carport when I was woken by its alarm in the early hours of the morning. The thieves had removed the radio, having cut through the padlocks in order to bypass the electric control on the gates.

The last straw came a few weeks ago, shortly before my 71st birthday. I returned home in the middle of the afternoon and walked into my sitting room. Outside the window, two men were breaking in. I retreated to the hall and pressed the panic alarm. This time I had shut the front door on entering. By now I had become more cautious.

Yet one of the men ran around the house, jumped over the fence and tried to batter down the front door. Meanwhile, his accomplice was breaking my sitting-room window with a hammer. This took place while the sirens were shrieking, which was the frightening part. They kept coming, in broad daylight, while the alarm was going. They knew that there had to be a time lag of a few minutes before help arrived - enough time to dash off with the television and video recorder. In fact, the front-door assailant was caught and taken off to the cells.

Recently, I telephoned to ask the magistrate when I would be called as a witness. She told me she had let him off for lack of evidence. She said that banging on my door was not an offence, and how could I prove that his intent was hostile?

I have been careless in the past - razor wire and electric gates give one a feeling of security. Or at least, they did. But I am careless no longer. No fence - be it electric or not - no wall, no razor wire is really a deterrent to the determined intruder. Now my alarm is on all the time and my panic button hung round my neck. While some people say I have been unlucky, others say: "You are lucky not to have been raped or murdered." What kind of a society is this where one is considered "lucky" not to have been raped or murdered - yet?

A character in "Cry, The Beloved Country" says: "I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find we are turned to hating." And so it has come to pass. There is now more racial tension in this country than I have ever known.

But it is not just about black-on-white crime. It is about general lawlessness. Black people suffer more than the whites. They do not have access to private security firms, and there are no police stations near them in the townships and rural areas. They are the victims of most of the hijackings, rapes and murders. They cannot run away like the whites, who are streaming out of this country in their thousands.

President Mandela has referred to us who leave as "cowards" and says the country can do without us. So be it. But it takes a great deal of courage to uproot and start again. We are leaving because crime is rampaging through the land. The evils that beset this country now are blamed on the legacy of apartheid. One of the worst legacies of that time is that of the Bantu Education Act, which deliberately gave black people an inferior education.

The situation is exacerbated by the fact that criminals know that their chances of being caught are negligible; and if they are caught they will be free almost at once. So what is the answer? The government needs to get its priorities right. We need a powerful, well-trained and well-equipped police force.

Recently, there was a robbery at a shopping centre in the afternoon. A call to the police station elicited the reply: "We have no transport." "Just walk then," said the caller; the police station is about a two-minute sprint from the shop in question. "We have no transport," came the reply again. Nobody arrived.

There is a quote from my husband's book, "Cry, the beloved country:" "For the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much."

What has changed in half a century? A lot of people who were convinced that everything would be all right are disillusioned, though they do not want to admit it.

The government has many excellent schemes for improving the lot of the black man, who has been disadvantaged for so long. A great deal of money is spent in this direction. However, nothing can succeed while people live in such fear. Last week, about 10km from my home, an old couple were taken out and murdered in the garden. The wife had only one leg and was in a wheelchair. Yet they were stabbed and strangled - for very little money. They were the second old couple to be killed last week. It goes on and on, all the time; we have become a killing society.

As I prepare to return to England, a young man asked me the other day, in all innocence, if things were more peaceful there. "You see," he said, "I know of no other way of life than this. I cannot imagine anything different." What a tragic statement on the beloved country today. "Because the white man has power, we too want power," says Msimangu. "But when a black man gets power, when he gets money, he is a great man if he is not corrupted. I have seen it often. He seeks power and money to put right what is wrong, and when he gets them, why, he enjoys the power and the money. Now he can gratify his lusts, now he can arrange ways to get white man's liquor. I see only one hope for our country, and that is when white men and black men, desiring neither power nor money, but desiring only the good of their country, come together to work for it."

I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find we are turned to hating.

Anne Paton