Mourning the passing of Mr Tan Jing Quee

Posted by under Breaking News on 16 June 2011

Think Centre (TC) joins fellow Singaporeans in mourning the passing of Mr Tan Jing Quee - an intellectual, an activist and a human rights defender.

Think Centre (TC) joins fellow Singaporeans in mourning the passing of Mr Tan Jing Quee - an intellectual, an activist and a human rights defender.

In post-independence Singapore, Mr Tan had selflessly dedicated his life to the political cause of democratic governance and to the socioeconomic cause of improving the quality of Singaporeans' lives. Despite being subjected to unjust imprisonment under the Internal Security Act, he has remained convicted alongside his generation of brave, nationalistic and socially concerned intellectuals who fought for human rights of the people and for future generations of family and friends.

TC sincerely appreciates and looks up to the late Mr Tan Jing Quee for his political perservance and personal sacrifices, which current and future generations can learn from and be inspired in nation-building. TC sends its deepest condolences to the family of the late Mr Tan and our thoughts are with them now.

Mr Tan Jing Quee was arrested in 1963 under the Internal Security Act (ISA) and released in 1966. He was again detained under ISA in February 1977 for about three months. Tan Jing Quee was a former trade unionist during the 1960's, and a friend of Lim Chin Siong, the leader of the Barisan Socialis.

Former political detainee Tan Jing Quee dies of cancer

ISA Detainee

What was it like ‘inside'?
A difficult question
Could you, would you really listen
Without sneer, to the end

How should I begin?
Should I start from the traumas of the raid
How liberty was so capriciously enchained
Without a warrant, without warning
On the dark hours
When even dogs slept undisturbed.

You were hauled into a world ran amok:
The mug shots, ‘turn out your pockets'
the thumb and fingers impressions
(Whatever for, I commit no crime!).
No one bothered,
The guard shoved you on,
Along the corridor of despair;
That first heavy thud of the iron door
Sealing you incommunicado from the world --
The wind, sun, moon, and the stars
And all that was human and dear

Should I recall the dark cell
At Central Police Station[1]
A purgatory of perpetual night
The stone slab for the bed
Sullied, soiled mattress, no sheets
The pillow of tears and stains, no cover
Blood smeared walls, cries of past agonies
The rude, cruel hourly rip-rap of the shutters
"To check your health",
So it was explained.

Should I narrate
The daily bath at the tap
The squat pan, dank and putrid
Meant to dehumanize, humiliate

Should we be thankful
For the daily ditch water
Which passed for tea
The stony crumbs for bread
The rice so callously tossed with dust
Should we be grateful
For the censored books and news,
To decontaminate our minds;
Should we be grateful too
For the unbearable heat
The lonely insomnia of the day and night,
Migraine and diarrhoeic fever
And panadol as panacea?

How could I ever forget those Neanderthals
Who roamed Whitley Holding Centre, [2]
Under cover of darkness,
Poured buckets of ice water
Over my stripped, shivering nakedness,
Slugged my struggling, painful agony
Circling , sneering, snarling
Over my freezing nudity,
More animals than men:
What induced this
Vengeful venom, violent score
To settle, not for a private grievance
But a public, democratic dissidence;
From whence sprang this barbarity?
What made men turn into beasts
In the dark, away from prying eyes,
Protected by a code of dishonour and lies
To ensure they survive and rise.

For sure, there were gentler souls
Who tried to be decent, no more:
The smiling guard who lightened the hours
With a chance remark, a joke
The barber who brought his scissors,
cigarettes and news
The interrogator who handed a bible
Told him the elegant prose
Contrasted strangely with my current state,
How distant those beautiful thoughts were
From the violence to our liberty.

What then is the truth?
A generation trapped in lies
Who rushed to defend, to justify
Never to listen, see or speak out.
Only when we open our hearts
Confront this barbarism
Can we truly exorcise our fears,
Finally emerge as a free people,
A liberated society.

by Tan Jing Quee

[1] Formerly at South Bridge Road, now demolished, which had several cells frequently used for interrogation of police prisoners, from a month to a year, before they were dispatched to normal prison conditions at Changi Prison.

[2] A relatively new detention center built in the 1970s located off Whitley Road, used to hold political prisoners for short and medium term, mainly for interrogation.

* Our Thoughts Are Free Poems and Prose on Imprisonment and Exile Edited by Tan Jing Quee Teo Soh Lung Koh Kay Yew Ethos Books Singapore

Sources and Relevant Links:

Straits Times Former political detainee Tan Jing Quee dies of cancer 16 June 2011

ISA Detainee by Tan Jing Quee

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