for not writing earlier. I know many of you must be anxiously
waiting to hear what I have to say about May 2's episode at
Bukit Aman (Peace Hill). You know, of course, I no longer
possess any computers and I don't dare buy a new one lest
they again come to my house and confiscate that one as well.
So expect some delay between articles until I get back my
have already confiscated my computers three times since 2001
and although they are eventually returned many, many months
later, the computers are all screwed up and can't be used
the hell do they do with these computers anyway?...
Since we are now on the subject of Malaysia's Sedition Act, yesterday (May 2) was my fourth visit to the powers-that-be to answer to a charge of sedition. The first time was in March 2001, again in late 2004 with regard to my article on the Yam Tuan Besar of Negeri Sembilan, the third time last year after Muhammad son of Muhammad made that police report against me, and yesterday, with regard to my article on the murder of Altantuya. Earlier they had come to my house to confiscate my computers.
officer told me that a police report had been made against
me but when I asked to see a copy of the police report they
could not produce it. The police officer walked around the
room pondering what to do and then sat down again and said
he does not know where the police report is. In fact, he had
never even seen it.
told the police officer that I too had made a police report
against the CID Director, Bakri Zinin, after he assaulted
me in March 2001. What happened to that police report, I asked
him, and why was nothing done about it?
police officer told me that a police report had been
made against me but when I asked to see a copy of the
police report they could not produce it.
replied that he does not know anything about that police report
and I told him that we are not going to discuss this new police
report made against me until we first settle the matter of
the police report that I made in March 2001. That was seven
years ago, I said, and nothing has been done about it. I do
not wish to talk about a police report made against me just
a few days ago.
asked under what section is my statement going to be taken.
Is it under Section 112? When the police officer replied 'yes',
I then asked him whether he was going to read me my rights
under this cautioned statement? Before he could reply I replied,
"Never mind. Let me teach you some law. Let me tell you the
terms and conditions of Section 112." By then my lawyer, YB
William Leong, looked rather lost. He had absolutely no idea
where this whole thing was leading to.
Section 112, I must reply to all questions, right?" The police
officer nodded and I shot back with, "Well, I refuse to make
any statement." He gave me a blank look so I repeated, "I
am not going to make a statement. I refuse to make a statement."
the police officer's mouth open as if he wanted to say something
but the words just seemed to elude him. "Look," I said, "Under
Section 112, I can't refuse to make a statement. If I do then
you have to arrest me. So arrest me now."
he was completely disoriented and did not know how to react.
"No, we are not like that," he said. "We don't want to arrest
you. We just want to record your statement."
I refuse to give my statement so it is now your duty to arrest
me. That is your job. If you don't arrest me your boss will
f*** you. So arrest me now." I held out my arms so that he
could cuff them.
Section 112, I can't refuse to make a statement. If
I do then you have to arrest me. So arrest me now...
Well, I refuse to give my statement..."
police officer gave a very nervous laugh and looked at YB
William with a 'please help me out' look on his face. YB William
shrugged his shoulders and pointed to me in a 'that is between
you and him, I am not involved' gesture.
are not giving me any alternative," lamented the police officer.
don't say that. I am giving you an alternative. We can either
both walk out of here and I will buy you a beer or you can
throw me in the lockup. This is Friday evening so I will not
be brought before a magistrate until Monday morning. That
means you have me for two whole nights."
drink," the police officer replied.
You don't smoke and don't drink? What's become of the Malaysian
police force? It has certainly gone downhill from the old
days. What sins do you have anyway? You must have at least
his sin must be that other one," YB William butted in with
a twinkle in his eyes, the first sound he had made in all
no, that one also no," the police officer quickly clarified
lest he receive an invitation to adjourn to Jalan Alor for
a short while another three police officers joined us
and we went through the entire process again for the
next two hours. Eventually they had no choice but to
let me walk out of Bukit Aman without recording my statement.
I said. "You either arrest me or else in five minutes I am
going to stand up and walk out of here. Once I walk out of
here I do not want to see your face again. I tak mahu tengok
muka you lagi. Either arrest me or leave me alone
for the rest of my life. Don't disturb me anymore. And if
you come to my house again I will refuse to open the door.
You will have to shoot the door down to get into my house."
Don't talk like that. I just have to take your statement,
that's all, or else my boss will screw me."
I don't want your boss to f*** you. You look like a nice guy
and we Raja must support each other (yes, the police officer
was an Indian named Raja). So I will give you five minutes
to go talk to your boss to ask him what you should do while
I go smoke a cigarette. In five minutes I am out of here and
you will never see me again."
put me in the 'smoking' area of the office while he went to
see his boss. In a short while another three police officers
joined us and we went through the entire process again for
the next two hours. Eventually they had no choice but to let
me walk out of Bukit Aman without recording my statement.
assured, though, this is not the end yet. They will be coming
back for round two so we shall have to see what round two
is going to be before we decide what is going to happen. The
bottom line is, either they get off my back or they throw
me in jail and throw away the key. I could not be bothered
one bit what it is going to be. I am prepared for the worst.
My objective is plain and simple. Altantuya's murderers are
going to be sent to hell. And I don't mind going to hell myself
to see this happen.
night, Bukit Aman, wherever you are.
off, Raja Petra, now operating from a cyber café...
The above article was posted on www.malaysia-today.net (Your
source of independent news). Raja Petra Kamarudin started
the Malaysia Today website and his blog to facilitate open
discussion on Malaysia's political and social scenes. A relative
of a former Malaysian King from Selangor and known for his
hard-hitting commentaries, which are often infused with humour,
Raja Petra is also the author of When
Time Stood Still and From
Prince To Prisoner.
Other articles by Raja Petra:
Umno's Really Losing The Plot
Running Dog Running Scared
Magic, Sheer Magic
Ku Li or Anwar? The Race Is On
The Countdown Begins
Between Reality And Perception
The Aftermath Of The 'Bloodbath'
Why We Are Voting Tomorrow
Guarding An Empty Field