The recent riots in London (and other English cities, which also included my 'kampung' Leicester) only reminded me of my experience of being caught up in racial riots in Singapore. I especially remembered the September riots of 1964. It was my first year at university.
I was on my way to the Union House for lunch and was surprised to see the place emptied of the usual hungry denizens. Then I saw someone in a hurry to get somewhere and he advised me, "Get home quick. Riot, riot!"
I recalled the earlier riot in July and knew what it was like. I ran across the field between theUnion House and Bukit Timah Road to get to the Tay Koh Yat bus stop at Farrer Road. "What if the buses have stopped running?" That was my main fear. This was not the era of mobile phones and our kampung house had no telephone connection at all. Shortly after, the bus turned up. It was almost full - with tense and anxious faces. There were still two more buses to take.
As soon as I got to Alexandra Road, I crossed over to pick up the Hock Lee bus which would take me to the junction of Alexandra Road and Pasir Panjang Road. I was in a desperate hurry to get that bus. People around me, children, women and men were fleeing and panicking like frightened rabbits. One scene I wanted to forget. I saw a Chinese man brandishing a wooden bar in his hand and chasing a Malay woman who was trying to escape into an alley between the shops. I do not know and neither do I want to know what ensued. I describe the man as Chinese and his victim as Malay not because I want to pass judgement on any particular race. That was what they were.
The Hock Lee bus came and I pushed my way into the bus which was already packed with frightened passengers. The bus started moving and some passengers just fell by the wayside. All the while I was saying to myself, "Don't be frightened, don't panic, don't cry."
The bus made no more stops. Some passengers rang the bell incessantly because they wanted to get down at their particular stops but it was to no avail because the bus kept on moving until it got to the Alexandra/Pasir Panjang terminal. I was lucky. It was where I wanted to get to.
After a mad scramble out of the bus, I made another frantic dash across Pasir Panjang Road to get to the Keppel Bus stop. The helpless faces I saw, about 20 to 30 of them, told me I'd run out of luck. This was the last lap and Keppel Bus was not coming to take me home. So I stood by the roadside pondering what to do next.
Then a car stopped right in front of me. The driver yelled, "Masuk, lekas masuk!!" In the rush, I dropped one or two of my files - I squeezed into the packed car, landing on I-don't-know-whose-lap. The little car sped down Pasir Panjang Road to Kampung Abu Kassim. My saviour was also living in the same kampung. We all thanked him most profusely. I ran like the hounds of hell were after me to get to 691 Pasir Panjang Road, my house, my sanctuary.
I saw my father waiting at the front door. I saw the pained anxiety turning to tears of relief and I grabbed both his hands,
I was the last one in the family to arrive home safely. My family and I were very, very lucky.
And now, after watching the riots in England, my heart goes out to the two families in Birmingham who lost their sons, wantonly murdered by the looters, who deliberately ran their car into three young men, who were only doing their civic duty of 'protecting' the community's property.
But my heart also burst with pride at the gracious and big hearted father of one of the victims. He advised the youth of his community to go home, to stop any further loss of lives.
He is Tariq Jahan, who had just lost his son Haroon Jahan.
Here is a Muslim, proclaiming and pleading for peace for all despite his traumatic loss. He asked only for justice, not vengeance.
Here is the ordinary, hard-working British Muslim, a man of peace, the sort of Muslim that Britain does not want to know. The British media, intellectuals and authorities much prefer to publicise the Muslims only as jihadists and terrorists.
In this holy month of Ramadan, Allah has shown them and the rest of the world what Muslims are made of. A simple, bereaved father who walked the Straight Path without need of preachings and posturings.
Al Fatiha to Haroon Jahan, Shahzad Ali Khan and Abdul Musavir Khan.
N.B. David Cameron, the British Prime Minister who condemned multiculturalism was in Birmingham that day when Tariq Jahan was appealing for peace. As far as I know, from my daily online readings of several British newspapers he made no effort to see this man who singlehandedly prevented a race riot in Winson Green, Birmingham. Even the Bishop of Aston, the Right Reverend Andrew Watson had warned of events "potentially having an ugly race dimension."
It takes a lot of strength and courage for Tariq Jahan to do what he did. David Cameron had none. He could only offer platitudes - of "a truly dreadful incident."
I wonder, would David Cameron bother to visit this man if he was not an Asian Muslim??????
After all the negative publicity we Brits have been getting because of the riots,I would like to correct a couple of misconceptions:
(1)that rioting and looting are something new, and (2) that only poor people do such things.
We have a fine history of rioting and looting. In the first few months of the London Blitz, for example, over 5,000 looters were arrested, half of them children. Some enterprising operators even sliced off fingers of the dead to get at their rings (as in the bombed Cafe de Paris).
And it's not only poor people. There is a venerable club in Oxford University which makes a tradition out of trashing public places: in 1894, members smashed all lights, all doors, and all 468 windows of the Peckwater Quad at the University; in 1987, they smashed the windows of an Oxford restaurant (among other things) and 6 were arrested; in 2005, in the White Hart Cafe, they smashed all the plates and threw the food on the walls; and in 2010 they smashed the wine bottles, crockery, and toilets in a country house restaurant.
The club is called the Bullingdon Club. Its recent members include the Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne, the Mayor of London Boris Johnson, and the Prime Minister David Cameron.
So please get this straight: looting and rioting is socially acceptable in England. Unless it is done by poor people.
No, the Prime Minister didn't even go to Birmingham. See:
Thank you George Rollmop,
Tell us more. Viva cool Britannia!
Thank you Jock,
In the video at 2.32 you can just hear the male commentator saying "David Cameron has been in the area while Liz is looking......"
Also on http://innews.yahoo.com/photos/prime-minister-david-cameron-visits-20110810-101649-727.html
Kak, your account of the Singapore Riots is scary. Thank God you came home safe.
I was up late on Monday night when they thrashed a few shops in Queensway - about 10minutes walk away and could hear feral youths chatting excitably as they pass by my balcony. I was more angry than scared, to be honest.
Similarly I was uplifted by the sensible Tariq Jahan. Al-fatihah to his son and the two others.
Thank you. You're a brave lass - to be feeling more angry than scared. Hope you and the family are not too scared to venture out.
I've been advised (in Leicester) to just give the thugs what they want should I get mugged - and I shall do so!
It's sad to see what's happened to English cities. But it was coming. Everybody cheats and lies and steals - the bankers, the MPs and the likes of NOTW and Murdoch.
So the proletariat do so in the only way they know how.
I hope a lot of people will now stop looking at Britain and the rest of the West through rose-coloured glasses.
i can feel your fear reading your terrifying experience.
May Allah bless the souls of the three young men and may their families find peace.
And like Jai said, it's dohlat to those %#!$#*&!!!
Thank you ph,
But they never learn. Their Foreign Secretary is still going after Libya, after the bloodshed in Iraq, Afghanistan ...
I am shocked! Daily Mail no less
Have you read about the current Curry-gate scandal in Singapore as well as the Alex Chang McDonalds blooper?
I was only 3 years old during that riot in Singapore. We were living up at the Mt Faber Signal House. Remember how my late father and the rest of the signalmen gather everyone from the quarters to stay in the signal house itself. 'Things are not looking good around Tg Pagar, all of you will be safe here!' my father told us. Everybody was quiet and didnt dare make any noise. That is all that I can remember of that night. When I got up the next day, we're back in our house.
MH, I feel weak on the knees reading your ordeal but Alhamdullilah...you got home safely and get to share your experience with us today
Thank you for the link.What I notice is they wrap up this Muslim man's contribution and dignity with other faith/culture groups who do no suffer the barbs and stings of bigotry like Islam does.
I'm afraid I'm out of touch with goings-on in Sin City. Will look up those names you mentioned.
Thank you Roy. Tell me more about your time at Mt Faber Signal House. It sounds very interesting to be up that hill.
Yes, it was scarey and I hope that that scenario will not visit our shores again
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