if Najib Razak survives?
She, clip above, has asked herself the same question, ‘What if…‘. She has found no answer other than to be greeted by uniformed police thugs and to be met with frustration and helplessness in the face of the world’s most powerful fraudster. All this leads to utter despondency, and the despair shows: ‘Why do you all pretend nothing has happened?’ she screams in the end. Why indeed.
The Zimbabwe of Asia
In a Mugabe street, the Zimbabwean dollar is so worthless, cheaper even than the paper it is printed on, only kids had any use for it. Question: Will it take 20 years, the duration it took Mugabe to wreck everything? Or, will it come sooner? Najib’s present allies are 3 million Umno members and a coterie of sycophants online and off. Fed on dedak or made inept by their cheap, third rate minds schooled by Umno teachers, spewing daily garbage on their websites, they all pretend as well.
Meanwhile, the big shot hedonistic pomp and their big shot KFC dinners… small minds are easily impressed.
You can almost picture Najib in Mugabe’s place beneath the phalanx of swords. He’d borrow them from PAS Kelantan though, but those keris aren’t long enough. Below, with Mugabe in 2011 in Langkawi, the 1MDB year when he had already ripped off USD1 bn and was preparing for an even bigger heist, USD6 bn.
Whatever government I succeed in creating will certainly adhere to the letter and spirit of our constitution since that government will itself have been the product of such a constitution. Only a government that subjects itself to the rule of law has any moral right to demand of its citizens obedience to the rule of law. I urge you, whether black or white, to join me in a new pledge to forget our grim past, forgive others and forget, join hands in a new amity, and together, as Zimbabweans, trample upon racialism, tribalism, and regionalism, and work hard together to reconstruct and rehabilitate our society as we reinvigorate our economic machinery.
Those words are Robert Mugabe’s, in 1965. So soothing to the ear, how, from the mouth of Najib, can it not be anything else but uplifting — for the Melayu especially. They are a reminder though: Never trust words. Never! They are created only for that moment.
Now, compare those promises above with the anecdotes below.
Malaysia’s Zimbabwe Future
They taught us to read but there were no books. — A Zimbabwe man to Doris Lessing
Only someone who’s lived [there can] understand why. They are so dead and narrow and stultifying. If you are living in that kind of society where a small number of people are oppressing a great many, they become obsessed by the fact, and they talk about nothing else, day and night. And I always think of Goethe, who said, if you are going to keep a man down in the ditch, you are going to have to get into the ditch with him. — Doris Lessing
Consider any of the Umno ministers, ‘Tengku’ Adnan, Salleh Rahman, Ismail Sabri and others, Idris Haron or ‘Langkawi’ Nawawi and their goons, from the IGP to Petra Kamarudin (RPK). Gather their remarks, from ‘if I say I am rich, I’m inviting kidnap‘ to ‘Umno is sacred, next to god‘ and ‘Najib is Allah’s gift to Umno‘, or RPK’s ‘Mahathir is dead duck‘, what emerges from the collage is a picture of a psychotic and insane clique, megalomaniac to boot.
But all that is still quite insufficient to picture the kind of a future Malaysia if Najib survives. Their words come from something and must go somewhere. But where? What of it?
As I write this, Harare is in the throes of civil unrest. After more than 35 years under the government of President Robert Mugabe and ZANU (PF), the people’s exhausted torpor seems to have finally given way to existential terror. Yesterday, Zimbabweans took to the streets demonstrating against police harassment, unpaid wages, cash shortages and rampant corruption; and the corrupt, cash-strapped, underpaid, harassed police meted out summary justice. Who knows where it will end?
This morning I get an email from a friend who’s been following the news. He has a question and, in the absence of knowing someone on the ground, turns to me (thus allowing the pair of us to indulge the grand tradition of discussing Zimbabwe’s wellbeing at great distance). The essence of his question is this—why’s it taken so long for the citizens to rise up? Solemnly accepting the responsibility of my role as “expert,” my answer is long and various. But, in this context, one paragraph is relevant. “You need to understand,” I write. “That the success of the independence war against an apartheid regime was predicated on uniting the people behind the freedom fighters as the authentic heirs to Zimbabwe. Since 1980, ZANU have successfully maintained this narrative to the point that the President has almost been portrayed as the personification of the nation. Any dissenting voice, therefore, can be represented as not just anti-government, but anti-Zimbabwean.”
No sooner do I send this off than I read of the President’s response to the demonstrators. “They are not part of us,” he says. Trust me, the “us” here is not “us, ZANU,” it is “us, Zimbabwe.” He is saying, if you don’t support me, you are not an authentic Zimbabwean. That is quite an assertion for someone who claims a democratic mandate.
Malaysia’s future foretold in pariah Zimbabwe isn’t as bad as living it. Mugabe took a dozen years to turn a once model state to an insane institution; and the two histories are strikingly similar. Why not the future as well?
Najib’s future way of dealing with Malaysia isn’t just plausible, therefore; it is completely real and already present. Mugabe required no external support. All he had to do was changed the history then plunder its past and all its plantations and its diamond and gold mines. He is still around because, he says, of democracy.
The ways of Mugabe before, and now Najib, isn’t just financial or material plunder; with power on Najib’s side, those acts would be easy.
The other, ongoing part today is to sequester the colonialist Umno idea then embody himself into it as the ultimate national identity for which the general Malay population already supported. Out of that process, it is to denigrate and simultaneously overturn every known value and thus to create a new absurdity.
Najib’s inspiration isn’t the Saudis or Marcos, although those would have helped; it is Zimbabwe.
Seeing the future today, we are left just with this option: tie up Najib’s legs, bound his hands and hurl him down the well of history.
Mugabe’s 12 million ringgit mansion in Bukit Tunku, above, and in Harare below.
In Hong Kong circa 2016, Aug 20: The Equanimity which Jho Low had bought with money that didn’t belong to him.
Got a good celebrity fuck last night, Joey Boy? Keep it up, and make the most of it while you still can. After that, we swear on your grandfather’s grave we are going to nail your motherfucking arse, and as Petra Kamarudin would have it, cut off your balls and nail them onto a cell wall, one for Najib Razak, the other Rosmah.
In Support of Namewee