The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 19)
I was totally sold on the idea, so much so that a couple of years later I joined the Iranians in Mekah to protest against America and the Saudi government, the stooge of the Americans. My commitment to Islam, PAS and the Islamic State was absolute. And Anwar was going to lead this Islamic Revolution of Malaysia and turn Malaysia into the Islamic Republic of Malaysia.
NO HOLDS BARRED
Raja Petra Kamarudin
Some say that Anwar Ibrahim and I have a love-hate relationship. I suppose this is true in some ways. It is probably because after ‘travelling the same road’ for 50 years since 1963, so to speak, there are many things about each other that we can no longer tolerate.
Back in the 1960s, when we were in the Malay College Kuala Kangsar (MCKK), Anwar demonstrated strong anti-British tendencies. This, of course, irritated me like hell because I always felt more British than Malay. Hence I took very personal his anti-British rhetoric.
You see; I was the only ‘Mat Salleh’ in MCKK at that time so I considered Anwar’s anti-British stand as a personal attack. And the fact that Anwar’s classmates (who were three years my senior) threw stale bread at me and shouted “Hoi, Mat Salleh sesat!” made it even worse, even though Anwar did tell them, “Janganlah kacau dia.”
And that is one reason why just two and half years later, halfway through form three, I left MCKK to join the Victoria Institution (VI). I felt I had no place in a ‘Malay school’. I hated the MCKK and was very happy when, in form three, I transferred to the VI and was able to surround myself with non-Malay friends.
That ended my relationship with the MCKK and hence with Anwar Ibrahim as well.
In 1974, my family moved to Kuala Terengganu. Family then meant my wife and one-year-old daughter, Suraya. Later my mother-in-law joined us and stayed with us till the day she died. She converted to Islam just before she died and was buried in Masjid Kolam, Kuala Ibai, Kuala Terengganu.
1974 was the same year that Anwar was detained under the Internal Security Act (ISA). We talked about it, of course, but his detention never bothered me. In fact, I felt that they should not only detain him but they should throw away the key as well. After all, Anwar was the one who used to whack the British ten years before that back in 1964 when we were in the MCKK (I was in ‘The Big School’ in form 2 and he was in form 5 when I first heard him speak).
We must remember that Anwar was the President of the Muslim students association or Persatuan Kebangsaan Pelajar Islam Malaysia (PKPIM). He was also the President of University Malaya’s Malay language association or Persatuan Bahasa Melayu Universiti Malaya (PBMUM). Furthermore, he was one of the founding members of the Muslim Youth Movement of Malaysia or Angkatan Belia Islam Malaysia (ABIM).
I used to live in Bangsar, not far from the University Malaya, and I would go to see the demonstrations that they organised. I would take photographs of these demonstrations (I still have the photos, all black and white, though). I also saw all the English language signboards and road signs that they vandalised by painting them over with red paint.
Therefore, as far as I was concerned, Anwar was an anti-British, Malay supremacist racist. I heard him talk and I saw him in action at those demonstrations. He deserved what he got and the government should keep him locked up for a very, very long time.
About 20 months later, Anwar was released from detention. He then took over the leadership of ABIM and started campaigning against Umno and the government. A year or so later, as I had written many times, I ‘discovered’ Islam and became a ‘Born Again’ Muslim.
I soon began to attend the ceramah or rallies organised by PAS. In 1979, the Islamic Revolution of Iran rocked the world and I got dragged in to ‘political Islam’. I strongly believed that Islam is not a religion but a way of life or adeen. And this adeen involves the setting up of an Islamic system of government a la Iran.
Anwar attended some of those PAS ceramah as a guest speaker and I was mesmerised by what he said. Man, could he talk! Back in the early 1960s he would ‘talk bad’ about the British. By the late 1970s he was whacking Umno and Barisan Nasional and was espousing the virtues of Islam and an Islamic State.
I was totally sold on the idea, so much so that a couple of years later I joined the Iranians in Mekah to protest against America and the Saudi government, the stooge of the Americans. My commitment to Islam, PAS and the Islamic State was absolute. And Anwar was going to lead this Islamic Revolution of Malaysia and turn Malaysia into the Islamic Republic of Malaysia.
And this cannot be achieved by mere rhetoric. It has to be a bloody revolution. People must die, thousands of people, like in Iran.
I was so bold as to even declare to an Umno man, Dr Zakaria, in a gathering at the Sultan of Terengganu’s palace, that we must line up all the Umno people against a wall and shoot them dead.
Dr Zakaria was flabbergasted. He shook his head and walked away. The head of ITM Dungun, Ibrahim, who was standing beside us, pulled me away and whispered to me that I should be careful with what I say. That type of talk can get me sent to Kamunting.
What is Kamunting? Nothing! We are talking about blood flowing on the streets. We are talking about shooting dead 20,000 corrupt people like they did in Iran. We will burn down Kamunting together with the Prime Minister’s house, then Hussein Onn, of course.
Then, in 1981, Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad took over as Prime Minister. Soon after that Anwar ‘abandoned the cause’ and joined Umno. We were walking around in a daze like a cucaracha sprayed with Shelltox or, as the Malays would say, macam anak ayam hilang emak ayam.
Not long after that I went to Mekah to find peace with myself. I needed to contemplate where our so-called Islamic Revolution was now heading with the loss of our ‘Imam Khomeini of Malaysia’. I now felt only hatred for Anwar and my new perjuangan was to see the destruction of this traitor to our cause named Anwar Ibrahim, and his boss, Dr Mahathir.
TO BE CONTINUED
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 1)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 2)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 3)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 4)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 5)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 6)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 7)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 8)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 9)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 10)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 11)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 12)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 13)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 14)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 15)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 16)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 17)
The journey in life is never a straight line (PART 18)