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[3032] Kampung Dato Abu Bakar Baginda’s set of pressing problems do not include the Rohingyas

Those who frequent Putrajaya would likely have come across Kampung Dato Abu Bakar Baginda. Although it is a largely Malay settlement first opened by Javanese migrants about 100 years ago, “kampung” is not really an apt description of the place. It is not quite an urban kampung such as Kampung Bahru or Kampung Datuk Keramat in Kuala Lumpur. Yet it does not have a rural feel at all. With Putrajaya, Bangi and Kajang just 5-15 minutes away (in fact Putrajaya is next door), it is a semi-urban area with modern facilities including well-equipped hospitals and the top universities just nearby. Petronas has an advanced training facility here too, where the current Cabinet sometimes holds retreats.

I came to know the place when I first worked in Putrajaya back in 2018. Coming from Kuala Lumpur on the way to Putrajaya, any commuter would pass it as they negotiate an underinvested junction into the Malaysia’s administrative capital. When the high-speed rail between KL and Singapore was under consideration, there was a plan to pave through the kampung, which drew local protests against the project.

As with many other places, Kampung Dato Abu Bakar Baginda and the whole area of Sungai Merab (which it was once part of and remains connected to) have their problems.

Traffic congestion is one big challenge, given how the place sits at the junction between Kuala Lumpur, Putrajaya, Bangi and Kajang. The road that stretches from the base of the Besraya Highway all the way to Bangi is simply not designed for heavy traffic. The main road is much too narrow, with restaurants and illegal parking encroaching onto it.

But the narrowness of the road is coupled with relative straightness. Many, frustrated by the congestion at the junction, would immediately drive aggressively by cutting queues and speeding down the road. There must have been some accidents before, given that speed bumps have been added in front of the kampung’s school and surau that hug the road to Bangi.

Commercial open burning is another problem. A kampung gives the idea that the air is clean but the reality is, most residential areas in Petaling Jaya enjoy cleaner air due to tighter environmental regulations. Even at the height of the recent haze, open burning continued, even though Putrajaya, home to the headquarters of the relevant environmental authority, is next door.

Illegal dumpsites are here and there, some being the source of the open burning. These sites exist because rubbish collection service is uneven. Residents businesses have had to find their own solutions where the local government fails. These places are usually hidden away the main road and the only real way to discover them is to drive along the small roads or fly drones.

Suspicious workshops are scattered around and I cannot help but wonder, if the sale and purchase of contraband metals take place here as train commuters suffer from service disruption.

Motorcycle racing happens almost every week. Very late at night, sitting at roadside restaurants, one would almost always hear a roar of motorcycle engines rising to the air and then going away, demonstrating the Doppler effect in the most socially disruptive way. This is potentially the reason behind frequent congestion-inducing police roadblocks near the entrance to Putrajaya. Drug use is another concern, although it is unclear whether it is worse here than elsewhere or whether it also contributes to the roadblocks.

Uncontrolled development and land clearing are other issues plain to observe, partly the result of unsophisticated local government and its underfunding amid a growing population. The place is a cheap location alternative to Bangi or Putrajaya. The result is erosion and mud floods in some places. The same uncontrolled clearing is forcing wildlife—long-tailed macaques, which are a threatened species but also wild boars—to frequent nearby residential areas and rummage through rubbish bins. Some monkeys have become road kills as cars zoom away, criminally unconcerned.

But if does not know the inner workings of Kampung Dato Abu Bakar Baginda but merely content to pass by on the way to Putrajaya, one would think the non-rural kampung’s biggest problem is the Rohingya refugees.

Large banners bearing inane slogans something like ‘Merdekakah kita daripada Rohingya?’ (are we free from the Rohingyas?) are hung over two underused pedestrian bridges. These banners, which have been up for months now, suggest that Rohingya refugees are flooding the kampung. To be sure, there are foreign workers from South Asia living in and around the kampung, working at various restaurants, workshops and construction sites. Are they Rohingyas? am not sure, but the difficulty of telling them apart from other foreigners means generalization going unchecked.

Whether or not one agrees with the message—I clearly do not, and the authorities appear to be turning a blind eye (it is hard to think otherwise, given that the road is used by civil servants, ministers and their officers)—a banner of such a racist nature should not be allowed to hang near schools for young children. These bridges primarily serve those schools and their pupils, and the banners expose the children to values we should not condone.

The presence of Rohingya refugees in the country deserves discussion and local concerns should be addressed within reason. But let us not pass the toxicity to the children.

The banners should be taken down, and the more pressing problems addressed rather than continually overlooked.

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[2992] Reading Ta-Nehisi Coates’s The Message

Those concerned with the world would likely take Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me as an important work about racism in the United States. I could only believe the book’s importance would only rise further as the white identity politics entrenches itself in the western world. Coates there reveals the societal hypocrisy that exists in the United States with regards to racism vis-à-vis his experience as a black person. While the subject of Between the World and Me is grim, the language used by Coates across all its pages is beautiful.

Cover of Ta-Nehisi Coates's The Message.

When The Message came out in October this year, I was quick to pick it up. The controversy surrounding the book made me all the more curious about Coates’s latest work. That controversy involved him equating Israel’s treatment of Palestinians as apartheid. He had visited Israel and Palestine (and a few other places) and the book was published as Israel continue to commit horrendous killing not just in Palestine but also in Lebanon, while proceeding with its illegal land grabbing exercise in the West Bank.

Coates’s latest is beautifully written, no doubt, but equating Israel’s behavior to apartheid is hardly a new groundbreaking point. That message and other criticisms he lobs in Israel’s directions are only controversial because pro-Israel readers (and non-readers) consider any criticism of Israel as racism/antisemitism. To the wider world, there is no controversy but only a nod to Coates signifying the lack of moral authority Israel has in order to make such accusation.

Israel is not the only subject of the book. He speaks of his visit to Senegal to explore the history of slavery in the US and his own roots. It is here I think where the language is at its smoothest, hence my favorite section of the book.

In both parts of the book, the seeds are quite clearly the points on racism discussed earlier in Between the World and Me. Realizing this, I feel The Message is an extension of Between the World and Me. The former is expands the reality perceived by Coates in his earlier work with the wider world in mind.

But the act of expanding older points does not make The Message unimportant. Sometimes, profoundness of points made is not the point itself. Sometimes, the point is the realization of something had to be done. In justifying writing The Message, Coates writes:

…The figure is you, the writer, an idea in hand, notes scribbled on loose-leaf, maybe an early draft of an outline. But to write, to draw that map, to pull us into the wilderness, you cannot merely stand at the edge. You have to walk the land. You have to see the elevation for yourself, the color of the soil. You have to discover the ravine is really a valley and that the stream is in fact a river winding south from a glacier in the mountains. You can’t “logic” your way through it or retreat to your innate genius. A belief in genius is a large part of what plagues us, and I have found that people widely praised for power of their intellect are as likely to illuminate as they are to confound. “Genius” may or may not help a writer whose job is, above all else, to clarify.

And so he traveled and wrote.

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Politics & government Society

[2893] We are too eager fighting our culture war

There are hard positions in our society. It is the product of years of abuse and mistrust, and it will not go away anytime soon. One small issue that rekindles our prejudice in the smallest of ways would ignite a culture war sucking almost everybody in the most unproductive manner.

Some culture wars are worth the fight. Our society does need a can opener to open up its canned mind, especially so when too many of us are so coddled inside our small world to the point that wrongs go unchecked and eventually become a right. It has become so bad that many are beginning to be scared of doing the right thing, just because such action would hurt the feeling of immature persons on the internet armed with incomplete or even downright inaccurate information. Explicitly racist behavior should be called out. Some things just have to be done lest we slide to an equilibrium that is so unbearable that migration would be the only way out.

But a lot of the culture wars we are fighting today are unnecessary.

One example is the teaching of Malay calligraphy-Jawi in school. The Jawi controversy besetting us recently reveals what we have known for the longest time: we live in a sensitive society – sensitive is only a euphemism that would not take much to decipher. We do not need such controversy to tell us that. The whole episode came to surface through an oversight within the government. The course was set several years back. Too few people noticed it that it developed its own procedural momentum that in the end forced all of us into a situation where no one could paddle back, without incurring significant political cost.

This reminds me of a scene from the movie War Game where the artificial intelligence holding the trigger to a nuclear holocaust, after going through all simulations, concluded that the only way to win is not to play the game.

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Too bad that we have no time machine to use, no restore point to return. To abuse slightly the meaning of the Malay idiom, terlajak perahu boleh diundur, terlajak kata buruk padahnya.

Another example is the conversion bill in Selangor. We know religion and child conversion are subjects our overall society unable to deal with coolly. So, we all should approach it with care. Yet, the Selangor state government thought pushing the controversial bill through was the wisest course of action. Not only that, once we were given the chance to pull the brake halting our vehicle resting dangerously close by the cliff, the state government instead insisted on playing the game that nobody would win. Has it got this bad that the game has to be played anyway?

Our society is damaged and this is not the most incisive observation of the day. The last election gives all of us a chance to repair it, and be better. This government is reforming our institutions that for so long abused have been for personal gains. The trust deficit is still there. That is a huge barrier to fight.

I truly believe for Malaysia to get to the next level of development, we need to improve our institutions. We do not need more big malls, more tall buildings.

And those institutions are not merely government institutions like the parliament, the police, the judiciary and anything of the like. It is also about our social capital, that is trust among ourselves.

Culture wars, especially the unnecessary and avoidable ones, do not build trust. Instead, it erodes it and makes bridge-building harder.

Yet, we all are too eager to fight it. And to one-up the others online (adversaries who we likely have never met in real life, or even human bots), we type the harshest words and switch on our scorched earth mode to burn everything that moves.

And god, there are so many other things to do. Yet, here we are with our culture. All heat, no light.

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Liberty Politics & government

[2878] The anti-ICERD protest is a chance to show this government is different from the past administration

This is the first significant protest the current government faces. And this is yet another opportunity for this government to demonstrate that it is different from the previous corrupt racist, fascist regime.

That can be shown by accommodating the protest as much as possible with a view of not being explicitly hostile to it either through speech or action, but by guaranteeing the safety of the protest participants and others while they exercise their rights to freedom of assembly and speech.

I participated in all of the Bersih protests and each time, there was always a dread feeling inside of me expecting the worst to happen. Such feeling was warranted.

Previously, government-controlled media always delivered threatening messages to the masses ahead of any large protest. May 13 without fail was the boogeyman.

My first taste of tear gas happened while I was standing amid a large crowd near the Maybank tower.

I have been chased by the police before. At one time, an officer pulled a gun near Jalan Raja Laut after chaos erupted. There was a time when I walked by a security personnel during a protest, and he verbally abused me.

And the laying out of barbwire and other actions like the conspicuous rolling out of anti-riot assets with security personnel all equipped with armor always threatened the atmosphere of the protest.

Furthermore, it was common knowledge that the party in power then sent provocateurs to create chaos, and create a reason for the security personnel to come in and break the protest.

All this should be avoided by this government. The police should hold back and not purposefully threaten the crowd. No provocateur should be sent by anybody associated with the ruling parties and the government.

It is by backing off from these provocative tactics that we can show to the world that the government is self-assured and strong.

The function of a government within the context of its citizens exercising their rights is to protect those rights and the people who are practicing it peacefully.

We can disagree with the agenda of the protest participants, however racists they are, but we should also respect their right to assemble peacefully.

We can be different and we must be different. We can show to them that there is another way. We do not need to beat our chest to show our confidence and strength.

That is the best way to blunt their message: that we are different and better.

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Politics & government Society

[2831] Corrupt patriotism will eat us all

It is September 15, the eve of Malaysia Day. As I walk out of the train station into the atrium of KL Sentral, I see rows of the Malaysian flags draping down from the ceiling. Those red and white stripes are unmistakable.

The flag-flying fervor has not been as strong as it had been in the previous years. Perhaps all those third-world corruption controversies have dampened that patriotic sentiment. As it should be. Corruption the scale of 1MDB and Najib Razak should worry many, raise questions and stop us from engaging in petty excitement.

Even in its weakened form however, displays of patriotism disturb me. Here we live in an age where patriotism all around the world is increasingly provincial in nature, and that its jingoist version functions as a vehicle for racists. These racists would be fascists the moment they are given power, democratically or otherwise.

I dream of a cosmopolitan liberal society. I have never stopped believing so even as the idea gets bashed and its weaknesses get revealed by the receding tides. And that liberal ideal does not sit well with unmitigated patriotism.

The usual kind of patriotism that goes against cosmopolitan values typically targets outsiders.

But another version eats the society inside out, whenever it is unclear who the outsiders are. And in this cosmopolitan country we live in, it is never easy to differentiate between the insiders and the outsiders cleanly. It is a mixture of everything. An attempt at nativism would divide our society.

I fear, that is what Malaysian patriotism is turning into, especially when used by the corrupt in power. It turns patriotism onto us Malaysians. Anxious to preserve power despite their wrongdoings, the corrupt are trying to distract us the population from personal crime and justify their hold to power by claiming outsiders are interfering in our affairs. And increasingly, those Malaysians who disagree with the corruption of those in power are being labelled as traitors, working in cahoot with outsiders.

Near Kerinchi in Kuala Lumpur as well as other places, I have noticed yellow and black posters pasted on walls deriding those protesting against Najib Razak’s corruption as “talibarut Amerika.” It is a strong Malay term translating into spies, saboteur, stooges and anything similar. All invested in them the connotation of betrayal.

And to be a patriot is not to work with outsiders, as the narrative goes. Outsiders are out to destroy “us”, they say, as if it is “us” Malaysians whom benefited from the multibillion dollar corruption by the men and women sitting in the desolate distant Putrajaya.

The fact domestically, the corrupt are trying to save their skin and bring everything else down, is forgotten conveniently. Purposefully distraction, digression and misdirection happen to shift attention from 1MDB and Najib Razak’s corruption. Words are being inverted and subverted the way Orwell had imagined.

And so I look at the show of patriotism warily. I wonder when it would turn to people like me who would like to see the corrupt in prison instead of in Putrajaya.

I know on the other side of that corrupt patriotic wall is fascism. I will not worship that wall. Without a chisel, I will stay away.