Some few thousands people, decided to gather and march to protest against use of English as teaching medium for Mathematic and Science. Politics aside, they represent the voice of dissent and dissatisfaction crying loud across the country on an ill-thought policy.
Yes they were always two sides to it, those who support and those who are not. I speak English, my children too; but in the kampong we live in, children are struggling, parents are at a dead end.
Of course it was the ‘government’ decision, they can do it, they can force the rakyat to accept it. They can if they want do a Shih Huang Ti or Kamal Atarturk, burn all non-complying books, chop off the head of hard headed opposition and stand as a true leader, cruel or otherwise.
But in this state of affair the leader even lost their balls. Leadership is like non-existent.
Against the background, it was also a protest symbolic against the current state of leadership nihilism.
And so they march. The march and the voice were then met with a barrage of batons and tear gas.
It made many of us cry. Those who were in the line of fire. And those who can only watch from afar.
Yes those tears were for this beloved country.
But do they have to tear gas us to it?
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