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[2395] Tangkap! Tangkap!

A long time ago, probably three to four years ago, there was a candlelight vigil in front of a police station. A small crowd was waiting for the police to release several individuals after being arrested for protesting something. I think it was against the Internal Security Act.

The police was unhappy. So they warned the crowd to disperse. After some warnings, an officer shouted, “Tangkap! Tangkap!” A game of cat and mouse began.

Literally, tangkap it means capture in Malay. A more enlightened translation within context will be, arrest them.

I was reminded of the story when a small crowd of probably 500 tried to join the main Bersih protest group yesterday…

…only to be chased by a horde of charging cops.

The group dispersed with each person tried to run away. No fighting back. This is what typically will happen when a peaceful protest is met with brute force (note what some of the officers were holding; you can download this picture and see it more clearly.).

Berita Harian and the New Straits Times had to doctor a picture to show that the Bersih protest was violent.

I thought the situation was particularly funny. I almost laughed when I shot the scene. I would have laughed if I had not been too worried about my own safety. Safety from whom?

From the cops of course. In Malaysia, if you merely practice your individual rights when the government does not like it, the police will get you. Hell, wearing yellow shirt will get your arrested. Lighting a candle will get you arrested. Etc.

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[2394] Tyranny’s kahuna

Yes, I was there.

Being tear gassed is not a great experience.

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[2386] The cat man at the Opera

I took me awhile to decide whether I should post this photo up.

I snapped it back in January this year when I was lingering in Paris for a number of weeks, possibly on a painful but necessary fool’s errand. I had to do it in order to move on.

So, this is five months later.

The issue has always been about privacy. I faced a similar problem with a picture of a dancer in Sydney once. That problem was easily solved once I realized that it had public performance in the equation: when it is a public event, the question of privacy vanishes. And so, I posted up the photo of the dancer with clear conscience.

There was no performance in front of the Opera in Paris. The man was looking for a job if I understood the sign properly. Or he was begging. I did not ask his permission to shoot his picture.

Maybe, because his face is unseen or reasonably unidentifiable, that somehow affects his privacy less.

I hope so.

I want to up this picture up because I like it. I like that message that I see in it. That however is not enough to shut my conscience up. I am planning to sleep over it and then forget about it until some complication arises in the future. I will deal with it there and then.

Until then, here is what I like about the picture: the edifice provides a contrast to the man, and the man is alone with his cat. Somehow, there is something deep about that juxtaposition. Somehow, hundreds of years of history led to the suffering of this man. To the man, somehow, history does not matter. Ominously, only today matters.

There is something tragic about it all.

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[2380] North Sydney Olympic Swimming Pool

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[2371] Angry waters

I went through my old photos just now. This is one of those photos that I like and I have yet to share.

The photo was shot at Watsons Bay, Sydney. If you click the link, I can tell you that it was taken from the top of the cliff, near the lighthouse, looking down.

Ah hell. I will just reproduce it here.