The development of this mental vision is where I began to truly understand myself and I found solutions to many outstanding problems which were recorded in my writings and letters. Once you have gone through death, you become fearless.” Dr Jeffrey Kitingan.
KOTA KINABALU, Sabah, Malaysia - Datuk Dr. Jeffrey Gapari Kitingan is an academician cum politician from the state of Sabah in Malaysian Borneo. He was born in the town of Kota Marudu from a family whose origin is from Tambunan.
Dr. Jeffrey did his tertiary education in Perth Australia, returning to Sabah in 1975 with a much needed degree in Public Administration.
He quickly climbed the public service ladder and initiated a number of administrative changes in the public service. After his confrontation with former Sabah Chief Minister, Harris Salleh , he left for the US to study at Harvard University to get his PhD and returned in 1984. He was appointed as General Manager in the Yayasan Sabah administration and became director in 1985.
He is known to be a controversial politician, having been detained under the infamous Internal Security Act on suspicion of plotting to secede Sabah from the federation of Malaysia.
Jeffrey was thrown into his cell in the first 60 days. He was accused of subversive political activities. In that cold, bare room with nothing but an empty, solid wooden bed measuring about 2 ½ feet wide, there was no mattress, blanket, pillow, toilet, sink, water or window. There was a small peephole on the door that you could only look through from the outside and two holes on the floor the size of a chicken egg for ventilation.
In a solitary world where he could not experience a 24 hours cycle of being alive and being asleep, he managed to count his days and nights. “To have some sense of time and give or take a margin of 3 to 4 days inaccuracy, I could determine how long I was in there by scratching the wall surface each time the rat comes through the hole in the ground or whenever my meal was delivered.”
The inmates were high tensioned people, communists, terrorists, political detainees, spies, immigration fraudsters. An accidental knock in the playground would end up in fights. In the TV room, they argued all the time. The Indians would want to watch the Hindi movies, the Malays their dramas.
I saw all sorts of people, especially the vengeful, dangerous types who vent their anger on other inmates.
I believe these types would always keep their anger inside, even after their release. Yet, there were ‘happy-go-lucky’ types who would kill time by talking forever or giving others a massage.”
He remains resolute in his political drive to abolish all legislation deemed to be affront of human and civil rights and tows that fine line of risks which many fear to tread.
“Behind the negative is the positive,” he says calmly. “In that situation, I couldn’t see the world with my eyes so I traveled with my mind and learn to function through my spirit.
Source: Nilakrisna James, Agency
KOTA KINABALU, Sabah, Malaysia - Datuk Dr. Jeffrey Gapari Kitingan is an academician cum politician from the state of Sabah in Malaysian Borneo. He was born in the town of Kota Marudu from a family whose origin is from Tambunan.Dr. Jeffrey did his tertiary education in Perth Australia, returning to Sabah in 1975 with a much needed degree in Public Administration.
He quickly climbed the public service ladder and initiated a number of administrative changes in the public service. After his confrontation with former Sabah Chief Minister, Harris Salleh , he left for the US to study at Harvard University to get his PhD and returned in 1984. He was appointed as General Manager in the Yayasan Sabah administration and became director in 1985.
He is known to be a controversial politician, having been detained under the infamous Internal Security Act on suspicion of plotting to secede Sabah from the federation of Malaysia.
When former Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad applauded Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak’s proposal to abolish the ISA, he described the ISA as “not too cruel”. But Jeffrey Kitingan recalls a very different scenario in Mahathir’s office in January 1994 upon his release from ISA detention.- Mahathir apparently said then, “I am sorry about the detention, Jeffrey, I know it is cruel.” “The cruelty of ISA is immeasurable,” Jeffrey says.
Recalling the details of the arrest, Jeffrey said he had to sign a letter the police had given him at the Tambunan Kaamatan (Harvest Festival) on 10 May 1991 in the presence of some 200 FRU personnel, who left immediately after he signed it.- On 13 May 1991, he presented himself at the Karamunsing police station and was arrested on the spot and sent to Kepayan detention centre. That same afternoon he was flown to Kuala Lumpur on a MAS flight with only himself and Special Branch officers as passengers.
- That evening the plane was not permitted to land at the Kuala Lumpur airport and he ended up being flown to Penang to spend the entire night in a cell. The next morning, he was flown back to Kuala Lumpur. Upon landing, he was blindfolded and shoved into a black maria.
- “At that moment, I lost sight of the world and my material life, not knowing where they were taking me and what they were going to do with me. I was glad to still be breathing,” said Jeffrey.
- Hours later, the vehicle arrived at a building and his blindfold was taken off. He was ordered to strip naked and removes every item, including his watch. “I felt ashamed,” he says, “and felt ready to be wrapped up by for my own funeral.”
- Given a blue uniform with the number “931” on the left side of his chest, Jeffrey’s photographs were taken at various angles before he was locked up in a maximum security cell. “AS the door shut behind me, I found myself confined to what can be described as a living hell to what seems forever.”
Jeffrey was thrown into his cell in the first 60 days. He was accused of subversive political activities. In that cold, bare room with nothing but an empty, solid wooden bed measuring about 2 ½ feet wide, there was no mattress, blanket, pillow, toilet, sink, water or window. There was a small peephole on the door that you could only look through from the outside and two holes on the floor the size of a chicken egg for ventilation.- The room was so small that he would pace up and down and see only walls and felt no different to a caged animal. “That’s how I realized how animals in a zoo behave when they’re deprived of their freedom.”
- The lights were uncommonly bright and never, ever switch off. Occasionally, loud music would suddenly be played to shock him and he was deprived of his sleep.
- “The toilet was at the other end of the building and if they don’t hear you knock you end up sleeping in a cell with your urine and faeces everywhere. I have to clean up my own waste with nothing but the newspaper they gave to wrap up my faeces.” There were no facility for bathing and there were no towels. “We just had the toilet”, he said.
- This method of sensory deprivation was a living nightmare and the detainee would be denied any sense of time or conscious connection with the outside world. “I felt lost, I felt alone and I felt abandoned even by my own God. I tried talking to myself just to hear my own voice. Where am I? Who am I? Am I dead or just dreaming? I even tried to sing. In the first week, I blamed God and scolded him. What did I do wrong? After one week, I thanked Him for giving me the opportunity to experience this.”
- Not knowing whether he was dead or alive or in some terrible dream, Jeffrey endured 60 days of this repetitive nightmare. Yet, it was his imagination that kept him sane. “I had to hold on to reality by creating patterns in my mind with my meals. Wrapped in plastic and newspaper, the rice was always wet and sometimes I had one fish and maybe six strands of bean sprouts. I saw patterns in my food. I would look at the walls and sometimes it felt like patterns would fly out of the wall and come to life.”
In a solitary world where he could not experience a 24 hours cycle of being alive and being asleep, he managed to count his days and nights. “To have some sense of time and give or take a margin of 3 to 4 days inaccuracy, I could determine how long I was in there by scratching the wall surface each time the rat comes through the hole in the ground or whenever my meal was delivered.”- He went through a terrifying interrogation ordeal that was tame in comparison to what he heard the other detainees had to go through. “Some of them said they went through physical torture.
- I must have been one of the lucky ones. The first time they interrogated me I had to sit on a red stool in a dark red room with eight nameless interrogators who humiliated and insulted me as if I was a condemned, a worthless criminal ready to be sent to hell.
- They did this non-stop and deprived me of rest, sleep, food and water till I could no longer bear it and asked to see a doctor.”
- Jeffrey felt himself growing weaker, rapidly losing weight and his beard began to grow. He was eventually sent to the doctor in a blindfold with two men holding up his frail body. He was given vitamins and told to sit in the sunlight for twenty minutes. It was only after his recovery that he was told the interrogation took 4 days and 3 nights.
After two month of solitary confinement, Jeffrey was hoping for his release and was told that if he was taken to the airport he would be a free man. He was taken instead to Kamunting Detention Camp and spent the next 2 ½ years detained without trial.- “You don’t go straight to Kamunting. You go into an empty building somewhere on transit with hardly with anybody around. I was then transferred to to Camp 5 in Kamunting. That would be the time you’re given a pillow and a blanket.
- Those are the only possessions. It’s worse than being a convict. The camp had maximum security and was an U-shaped building. I remember, with a barb-wired security fence as high as 12 to 15 feet, reinforced by zinc and cement so that you could not see the outside world. You could only see the sky. They locked us up at night and opened the cells in the morning, like a chicken coop.”
- Kamunting had open areas for inmates to play sports but their footballs would burst against the weird fence. They bathed communally and they would poke and shove one another for soap and hassled to hurry. Every week, they would assemble to raise the Malaysian flag and sing the national anthem and recite the “Rukun Negara”. Their library was filled with propaganda materials and was uninspiring.
- Jeffrey wrote books, poems and read voraciously. His family would post all the reading materials he requested. He learnt meditation and practice yoga, teaching taekwondo to communist detainees. They, in turn, taught him Chi Kung.
The inmates were high tensioned people, communists, terrorists, political detainees, spies, immigration fraudsters. An accidental knock in the playground would end up in fights. In the TV room, they argued all the time. The Indians would want to watch the Hindi movies, the Malays their dramas.I saw all sorts of people, especially the vengeful, dangerous types who vent their anger on other inmates.
I believe these types would always keep their anger inside, even after their release. Yet, there were ‘happy-go-lucky’ types who would kill time by talking forever or giving others a massage.”
- He remembered the paranoia they developed through whispering campaigns where some detainees were believed to be spies from the Special Branch. The inmates even became possessive over photos and pictures of women pasted on the table.
- They engaged in manual labour by cleaning the compound, cutting the grass, doing domestic chores and cleaning the toilets. They took turns to cook and followed the roster quite diligently although the only delicacy they enjoyed was the odd snake or bird caught in the compound. When the authorities found out about the addition of wildlife in their diet, the roaster was changed and they had to eat “institutionalized, prisoner’s food” that had to variety and was only adequate to prevent starvation.
- The inmates would rather be sick in the detention camp than face the humiliation of being handcuffed to their bed in the hospital. A lot of them went mad and tried to commit suicide, banging their heads violently on the floors, especially if they knew that their term would be extended. “They would rather die than spend another day inside”, Jeffrey says.
- In his mind, Jeffrey believes that ISA gave him a greater insight into human nature.
- “I survived by playing the role of researcher,” he says. “I studied and observed the behavior of detainees in confinement. Somehow, by taking on the role of a healer and friend I managed to remove myself mentally from the situation.”
- Jeffrey’s diaries were confiscated and the letters he sent and received were screened. “I wrote a letter in Dusun once and the officer couldn’t understand it and sent in through. The letter caused a demonstration at home because it told of my experience. The officer was promptly replaced.”
- Released with conditions in January 1994, Jeffrey was told not to be involed in politics and organizations and remembered Mahathir telling him not to teach the people what they don’t know. “This must be the attitude; to keep the people ignorant,” he says.
He remains resolute in his political drive to abolish all legislation deemed to be affront of human and civil rights and tows that fine line of risks which many fear to tread.“Behind the negative is the positive,” he says calmly. “In that situation, I couldn’t see the world with my eyes so I traveled with my mind and learn to function through my spirit.
Source: Nilakrisna James, Agency
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