Oct 10

Today I woke up with a heavy heart…

It was a final farewell to Mr JBJ..

Arrived at St Andrew Cathedral at about 1.40pm with Siok Chin, John, E-jay and some others friends..

Uncle Yap was already there and giving out Mr JBJ portraits, while Rizal and Nora  pass us handmade pins of Mr JBJ which they made, for us to pin on our shirts…

We did some flyers too, with tribute to Mr JBJ from Dr Chee and Gandi and a letter from Amnesty International, spreading the words around about Mr JBJ.

As I was distributing the flyers, an elderly lady approached me, this is what transpired ;

Elderly Lady : 请问你,这位先生是谁?

Me : 他是一位出色反对党的政治家。

Elderly Lady : 他做了什么?

Me :他贡献了他的一生为我们人民反对政府不公平的政策, 以及在国会上为人民发表我们的心声。。

Elderly Lady : 他的名字是。。。。。

Me : 请问你是新加坡人吗?

Elderly Lady : 我是啊!

Me :对不起,你是新加坡人但你不懂得这位先生是谁吗?

Elderly Lady : 我没听说过也没看过这位先生…

Me :那为何不如你跟我们一起追悼这位为我们贡献了这么多的惹耶纳南先生..

The elderly asked a young gal who was with her if she would like to go in with her to pay respect to Mr JBJ, but the younger gal refused to and ask the elderly lady to leave the place.  She wanted to return the flyer back to me, but I told her to keep it and read about him, hopefully she will get to know Mr JBJ, even abit..

I later proceeded on to the funeral service..sigh..I cannot believe this old lady..my guess is she could be around the same age as Mr JBJ..but yet..she doesn’t seem to know him at all!

The establishment has truly succeeded in making it’s citizens apathetic towards politics..

Oct 3

I grew up in the Bukit Merah area.

As the ward of Anson is close by, since young, I heard more about Mr JBJ than my own MP – Dr Ahmad Mattar.

I remember back then in 1981, when JBJ won the Anson ward, the loud cheers can even be heard from my side, I was barely 10 years old back then, but I can tell, this man must be doing something right to win so many cheers from the people.

As I grew up, I beginning to get to know more and more about Mr JBJ through a close friend of mine who stayed in Blk 104 Jalan Bukit Merah, which at that time was under Anson area. She used to tell me stories about JBJ. Her parents even mentioned that their support for JBJ are very strong and don’t the PAP think they can send anyone to replace him.

JBJ was removed from his parliamentary seat back in 1986 by a conviction in Court which was later overturned. He was also sued for defamation.

From that time on, I often see him at Bukit Merah Bus Interchange selling the hammer. Even though I was a poor student back then, I would struggle with the limited money I have to purchase a copy of the hammers just to ‘show him my support’.

In May last year, I had the honour of meeting Mr JBJ in person, though not somewhere lavish, a old coffeshop to be precise, it was like a dream come true to be able to sit down and have a coffee with someone I admired from young. The coffeeshop owner, refused to accept payment for the drinks when he knew that one of the drinks in the entire tray was meant for Mr JBJ. That was the respect Mr JBJ has earned for himself through his years of fighting against the establishment.

I shook Mr JBJ hands and told him of my growing up years seeing him selling his newspaper in Bukit Merah Bus Interchange and how proud and honoured I felt being able to meet him in person. The meeting was a informal meet up about the formation of Reform Party.

Mr JBJ spoke at length with us, his conviction and why there was a need to come forward to oppose the current government on the basic fundamentals of democracy and human rights. How he felt his fellow Singaporeans are being deprived of the freedom to speak up, the freedom to stand against injustices and the need for the government to return the power back to the people.

JBJ would listen intently to what we had to say. One thing I noticed about him was the fire in his eyes when he spoke of his convictions, it was full of determination, but when it was my turn to speak, his gaze inevitably becomes “gentler”..That “gentle” side of him is a privilege that not many get to see.

A week or two later, I was overwhelmed when I received a call from Mr JBJ that he wanted to meet me personally for a chat to continue our discussion that day. I was elated. Who would turn down a chat with a great man like Mr JBJ.

I remember going up to his office to meet him and Teck Siong, we went down for a drink at a nearby coffeeshop. Throughout our chat, many strangers walk up to him, shook his hands to thank him for fighting for them. Some are youngsters just like me, who had great respect for him as they held on to his hands for quite awhile. I continued to meet up with him a few more times after that and though I told him I wasn’t ready to join any political party yet, I am willing to help him as and when he needed my help.

I attended the Reform Party’s inauguration dinner in July this year. People from all walks of life came to support him and hear him speak at the dinner. He was a happy man that night, the dinner was such a success and he made a great speech that night.

The last time I saw him was at SDP’s Hawaiian Night dinner. I was at the reception when he greeted me with a warm handshake. He addressed me by my name and asked how I had been. Despite being 82, Mr JBJ was still alert and remembered me. For me to have Mr JBJ calling me by my name was itself an honour.

I was invited to a dinner with Mr JBJ the following Wednesday. I turn down that invitation as I was feeling rather lethargic that night. It was such a waste that I missed my final chance to come up close and personal with Mr JBJ. The dinner as I understand from friends who attended was nice. They shared many ideals and dreams of opposition unity, insights on democracy and human rights.

When I received new of Mr JBJ’s demise early Tuesday morning, I couldn’t quite believe it. Yet I know, the source that informed me, couldn’t possibly be someone trying to pull a fast one.

Soon, news of his demise was announced on TV and Radio. My heart sank. Singapore has lost one of her greatest opposition fighters. I was suppose to meet Siok Chin for breakfast, but we decided to go to TTSH instead to see if we could see him for one last time and help the family in any ways.

We went from TTSH – SGH and finally Singapore Casket. The press were already there waiting when we reached. We met Teck Siong and Edmund there..Mr JBJ’s two sons wanted one last final moments with Mr JBJ and we decided to take our leave.

I attended Mr JBJ’s funeral that very night with Siok Chin, Gandhi and Uncle Bentley. As I stood by Mr JBJ’s saying a little prayer for him, I fought back my tears. I shouldn’t be crying for the loss, but I should have been happy for he could finally rest. I understand that God has been kind to him, even till he breath his last, he did not suffer any pain.

The next day was full of reports from our mainstream Media about the passing on of Mr JBJ. It is nauseating to read article after article of insincere self glorification by members of the establishment, who in the name of sending “letters expressing condolences” had put down nothing nice in the letters.

Perhaps to an opponent who has fought hard against them. They are afterall, still sore despite winning.

Mr JBJ was described as “irrelevant”, “not destined to see through what you have been fighting for”, “trying to demolish PAP and their system of Government”, and one even described JBJ’s ideals as being “ahead of times” – to all these comments, I have only this to say, I am sure what Mr JBJ has been fighting for will not be in vain for there are people like me, who believe in what he has been fighting for, and are prepare to carry on the fight.

Given Mr JBJ’s background, he could have led a luxurious life if he choose not to care or chose to be co-opted into the establishment, yet he choose the harder route to bring about more freedom for us. Even at the expense of being jailed and bankrupted, Mr JBJ still fights on.

Mr JBJ, you are a remarkable man, even though the Lord has taken you, the respect I have for you can never be taken away.

Rest In Peace Mr JBJ, let us carry on the fight towards a democratic society in Singapore and bless us from where you are now.

Goodbye Mr Joshua Benjamin Jeyaretnam.

Oct 3
Goodbye, dear friend PDF Print E-mail
Friday, 03 October 2008
Chee Soon Juan

Dear Mr Jeyaretnam,

I visited you one last time on Tuesday. I’ve never seen you so peaceful and contented.

This is such a change from all the years that we’ve been working together. I remember how bitter we felt sitting in your rented apartment at Orange Grove Road after the 1997 elections. The place has since been turned into swank, upscale serviced-apartments. We were drafting a letter to the United Nations to ask for the monitoring of future elections here.

It was a tedious job recounting everything that had happened: the hounding of Tang Liang Hong, the threats made against voters, and the gatecrashing of polling stations by ministers. The task was made lighter only with the delightful combination of the savoury Indian vadai and Earl Grey you served.

I remember also asking you about the copy of Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela sitting on your coffee table. You said that once in a long while, there comes a man who achieves greatness without having to cause the suffering of others.

On another occasion, my wife and I visited you at another rented house. From the outside, we could see a few of your shirts hanging by the window ledge on the upper floor. Mei said that she felt sorry that you had to do your own laundry at your age without anyone sharing those chores with you.

This reminds me of the time when we were driving along Serangoon Road and you wanted to stop by to pick up a bunch of flowers. I had asked you what the occasion was. You said it was your wedding anniversary and that your late wife, Margaret, would have liked the bouquet.

Then there was the time when we visited New York City. I was surprised when you mentioned that that was the first time you had set foot in the US. We had checked into this small hotel and struggled with our luggage along the narrow and dingy corridor. And as I fumbled for the key to open the door, I heard you mutter to yourself: “Oh Ben, what have you gotten yourself into?”

My heart sank when I heard you say that. I was feeling a little depressed myself and I was hoping to get some cheer from you. Seeing you so despondent made my own morale wobble.

But I knew that you were feeling depressed and anxious because of yet another lawsuit. As we put our weary heads on the emaciated pillows, you said that they didn’t just want to win politically but were determined to also crush us personally.

We made a pact that night that while we may not yet be able to beat them politically, we would not allow them to defeat us on the personal front. They may take away all our possessions, but they will never take away our will to speak up. And then you said that we needed to rest as “tomorrow’s another day that we have to fight.”

The next morning I came out from the shower and saw you reading the Bible. We talked a little about the Book of Ecclesiastes. Then you knelt down by the bed to say a prayer and I joined you. We prayed for strength and sustenance.

Rejuvenated, we went down to what New Yorkers call a “deli” for breakfast. I remember you asking me what a bagel was and I said that it was the American version of the vadai. You chortled and we mouthed down a couple of Ham and Cheeses. Actually, I did. You found the bagels a little too hard.

During breakfast we talked about setting up an NGO to advocate transparency and democracy in Singapore. When we came back, we had a bit of a laugh seeing how the gentleman at the Registry of Companies squirmed as he tried to handle our application for the “Open Singapore Foundation”.

After rejecting the term “Foundation”, “Institute” and a couple of others, the ROC finally allowed the use of “Centre”. Thus was born the first human rights NGO in Singapore.

We left New York and you headed south to Florida to visit your son. When you returned, you bought my daughter a little pink teddy bear. It squeaks when you press its tummy. When she was a little older, we told her who bought it for her. She named it “JB Bear” because she couldn’t quite pronounce your name.

My wife said that it was funny to think of this cute little pink bear and picture you at the same time, a big elderly man with bushy hair and your trademark “mutton chops”. You always made her jump a little whenever your voice boomed through the phone: “It’s that you, Mei?”

Several months later, your worst nightmare came true. You were found guilty of defamation again and you now had to vacate your seat in Parliament for the second time. I remember talking to you on the phone after your appeal was rejected. You sounded so crestfallen.

I had asked you if you wanted to talk, but you said that you just wanted to be “alone for a while.” The next day we met for lunch near your office at North Bridge Road. We got into a heated argument. I had asked you not to continue paying the money and playing into the hands of Lee and his people.

I knew you were angry at me for saying so, but I also knew that you wanted me to be honest with you. Through the years, we have had our clashes and disagreements. But we always knew that we were locked in spirit and that we would always remain true to each other and to what we believed in. No matter how serious our disagreements, we always stood on the same side.

As you lay down to rest, democracy is not yet at hand. But don’t you ever believe those who say that your fight on earth was irrelevant and personal. Nothing could be further from the truth. You have inspired an entire generation of Singaporeans and we will keep the fight going.

We will keep on reaching for that star in the black sky, that shimmering distant star of liberty. If we are closer to touching it, it is because we stand on your shoulders.

Your legacy and walk on earth will not only remain but it will grow. You have left a void that cannot be filled.

I think of that night in New York when we pledged not to let them defeat our persons. You’ve kept your end of the pact. They may still have the power but, boy, you sure showed them what a fighter for truth is. You leave us with honour and dignity, no one could buy you over and no one did. And even though you did not possess millions in your bank account, the treasure which you have stored is with you today and forever.

Goodbye, Ben, I will miss you.

But even as I mourn your death, I celebrate your life because it has touched mine. You have fought the good fight and now you have been called home to rest. They cannot hurt you anymore. Until we meet again, dear friend, I will always remain

Yours in Justice and Freedom,

Soon Juan