Saturday, December 26, 2009

FILMING ‘THE RESIDENCY YEARS’ – A DOCUMENTARY ON TUNKU ABDUL RAHMAN IN ENGLAND IN JULY, 2009…AND RETURNING TO ENGLAND IN 18 YEARS, PART II.

By Mansor Puteh



So I was quite delighted to be able to return to Britain after an absence of so long. I was going elsewhere during the period I did not return to England, so I did not miss going to the country that much especially since I had been there six times before.

I was quite delighted with the outcome of the production of this documentary.

And what is more delighting is for me to see the documentary looking like a home video production but because of the materials I have and the fact that it is on someone like Tunku is what makes it even more special.

What if it were of Gandhi? Would this documentary be able to capture the imagination of a wider international crowd?

So imagine if there are similar materials on Gandhi or any of the earlier American presidents that are presented in the same manner, surely they would become exclusive productions.

But since this documentary is on Tunku then there are many even in Malaysia who will think not too highly of it.

Has Tunku been forgotten? Even the ‘tahlil’ prayers that was held in conjunction with his death last 6 December was not well attended. So few of his remaining relatives were present. And most of those who were there were from amongst the staff of his memorial, Arkib Negara and ministry of information, communication and culture (KPKK).

And write-ups on Tunku are sparse these days; those that are written are mostly on things which had been written or described by those who knew him as prime minister.

There are still not many works related to him either in the form of books, exhibitions, documentaries and least of all feature films for the international market.

So the documentary I have just produced is definitely the first of its kind on the first prime minister of Malaysia and our Father of Independence or ‘Merdeka’ to be made, using most materials sourced from the family album of Syed Abdullah Barakhbah, who is Tunku’s nephew whom he adopted as a child.

There can be no documentary of this type and nature simply because most of the materials I used in it are sourced from some of his immediate family members which the public does not have any access to.

Yet, this does not register well with the media in the country who chose to highlight many other unimportant things which they like.

This documentary reveals the taped interview I did with Tunku at his residence in Bukit Tunku in 1986, so for the first time the public will be able to hear Tunku again, in his own words and voice, talking about many things, including his interests in film production for which he would later be involved with three of them; of his experience going to England at a tender age of 16 and studying in Little Stukeley, Cambridge and London in 1919, 1920s and 1940s.

I was fortunate to be able to discover all the three buildings where Tunku had lodged at, and met the owner of The Old Rectory, Carmilla Payne who also appeared in the documentary explaining about the building she and her husband had bought three years earlier when it was a ramshackle building destined for demolition.

This couple was insistent on purchasing it and was able to convince the local authorities not to demolish it and after they won the battle to save the building, they set out to refurbish it to its almost original condition.

It was a delight to be able to stand outside of the building and from afar as our rented Ford Focus was approaching the building which passes through a narrow village road, I could feel excitement building inside of me as I continued to shoot with my camcorder.

It didn’t look as tall as it was in the photo. It didn’t look too old either.

But I was not concerned about the physical aspects of the building as long as it was still there and standing. But what I was most concerned about at that time was how Tunku, as a young boy had also been there to live there for three years getting tutorship from a Catholic priest until he managed to obtain a place to study at St. Catharine’s College of Cambridge University. It was not a mean feat for a Melayu (Or Malay as the English say it) to be able to get to such a university.

No Malaysian had gone to this length to find the buildings where Tunku had lodged at. This is not surprising even considering the large number of Malaysians who are residents of the country with some who have been there for many decades, and living not too far away from any of them.

But what I was most surprised was how the few correspondents of Malaysian publications who are in London who had not made any effort to locate them so they could also write about them. They probably did not know much about Tunku enough to be aware of where he had lodged at when he was a student in the country earlier.

I was intrigued when I found some addresses and names of the buildings where Tunku had lodged at from his biographies, essays and notes. I was not worried if the buildings had been demolished; all I wanted to do was to find their locations and see whatever that was left of the buildings.

To my pleasant surprise, all the three buildings were still around and standing like they had been waiting for us to come and greet them.

This is England, I thought, where the authorities make sure that old buildings are preserved and maintained for continued use. It is unlike in Malaysia, where buildings are razed to the ground in less than two or three decades when they were found to be ugly.

In England and as in many other developed countries, old buildings are beautiful, while in Malaysia they are a nuisance and have to be taken down.

It was also supposed to be early summer and I was braced for some hot weather, but it was not to be; the weather was fine with temperature quite low that I had to wear the brown leather jacket I had brought from Malaysia, otherwise, it would feel chilly after a while especially when one is outside and is exposed to the weather and when it is raining like it happened on many days, when it poured for long periods of time.

But coming to Cambridge for the time was an interesting for me. I got an email from Oxford University when I was there, asking me to complete my application to work on my doctorate there which I did not.

I might want to seriously consider working on a doctorate once I’m done with my feature film, ‘Malaysian Snow’ which I want to do in Nottingham mostly. There are only a few scenes in Malaysia. I hope I can get to do this film in the spring of next year.

We went to St. Catharine’s College where Tunku had studied at from 1922 to 1926 as the records showed. I shot some video footage and still photos of the college and also went to the toilet where I told myself how at an earlier time, Tunku, too, might have gone there to relieve himself.

Not so far away was the dining hall with wooden tables lined up in neat rows and there were the some of the staff of the hall who were packing up like they just had given meals to the students. But it was now in the semester break…

It also surprised me how I was at the university last July and in the year when they were celebrating their 800th anniversary, too. I found this out when I saw some banners hanging from lampposts outside.

I want to try and come up with a special photo collage exhibition called, ‘Cambridge 800 – and Tunku’ to commemorate this. I did not think about doing this when I was at the university but only after I returned so I did not take too many photos at other places other than at St. Catharine’s and King’s College and some other places on campus as well as the city.

The City of Cambridge itself is fairly large with a population of 600,000 people who were mostly white. And the buildings are mostly those that had been around for centuries.

The other place in Cambridge which was my main focus was the house in Grange Road where Tunku had rented a room at a house at. I was delighted and quite overwhelmed when I saw the house still standing.

We shot some video and still shots and an English woman came out of the house to enquire what we were doing and I explained, so she knew. I then showed the photo of the room where Tunku had lodged at and she said it belongs to another tenant of the building which has now been divided into three owners since it is a large house.

We returned to the same house few times during our three-day stay in Cambridge to see it at different times in the day and also night which ended fairly late at around ten o’clock.

And not too far away from the house is a football club belonging to the university. So I supposed Tunku had spent many hours playing football with his teammates representing their university.

It is not often that we find Malaysians studying abroad being able to represent their university in any sporting event, so what Tunku had done to get into the football team of Cambridge was certainly commendable.

Ajar came from her house in Hitchin and met us at the Carlton Lodge where we stayed and from Cambridge, the three of us went to Little Stuekeley where we found The Old Rectory where Tunku had stayed at when he first arrived in England in 1919, when he was barely 16 years old.

The Little Stukeley is more than one hour drive from Cambridge. We left Cambridge after lunch and got there easily, driving along a rural road which was narrow and quiet. We had it for most of the time.

However, we drove past the village and had to turn around and got some direction from some people along the way before finding an elderly woman who was with her dog who showed us where The Old Rectory was. It was the tallest building in the village but it was hidden by the tall trees which were shady and green.

If I were to produce a feature film on Tunku here in 1919, I could have easily done the scene here without doing many renovations on it, as it looks quite dated, except for the few vehicles that were parked outside of each of the houses here.

We returned to Cambridge and Ajar took her car to drive back to her house in Hitchin, while Shahreza and I joined her and husband, Colin the next day and putting up in their other house in Stevenage.

The three of us went to London on 22 July where we met Yunus Raiss who was a student at the Malayan Teachers’ Training College in Kirkby near Liverpool in the 1950s and had met Tunku when he came with his entourage in February, 1956 where Tunku announced the success of their discussion with the British foreign office at Lancaster House on the impending independence of Malaya which he made to the students on 6 February, 1956, or two days before his 53rd birthday.

I did a long interview with Tunku in the main hall of Dewan Malaysia (Malaysia Hall) in Bayswater. This was the first time I visited the Hall after it was moved from Brynston Square where Yunus lives.

After the interview we had lunch at the restaurant in the basement of the Hall and went our own ways, with us going to Barkston Gardens in Earls Court to see if we can still find the building where Tunku had lodged in the 1940s when he returned to England to do his Law. We did, and it was not too far away from the Earls Court station.

The building was closed and there was no one whom we could ask concerning the house. I only shot some video footage and stills which I am using in the documentary.

From there we went to Buckingham Palace and saw a crowd of people in the road in front of the palace that had been blocked to traffic. There was a garden party given by Queen Elizabeth to a group of war veterans who could be seen walking out of the palace gates with their chest bedecked with medals. Some had to ride in wheelchairs.

We then went to the British Library where we met my former course mate at ITM and her husband who were in London for the birth of their first grandchild. We then moved to a café because the one outside of the library was closed as it was already too late.

This is London, and 18 years after my last trip there. It does not look any different than the London I saw then, except that we were in the Post-911 Era of the city and country.

There seems to be more non-Caucasians in the city and they are present everywhere, including in the more fancy areas.

What will London especially look like in 18 years from now? Will it also have its first Mayor who is not Caucasian but from amongst the others?

And what else will I be able to find on Tunku when I return to England the next time? What else did he leave behind in England that he did not tell us and wrote in his essays?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

FILMING ‘THE RESIDENCY YEARS’ – A DOCUMENTARY ON TUNKU ABDUL RAHMAN IN ENGLAND IN JULY, 2009…AND RETURNING TO ENGLAND IN 18 YEARS, PART I.

By Mansor Puteh


(NOTE: Because of its length, this article is cut into two parts, with the second part appearing in four days’ time.)

THE MOST UNUSUAL THING ABOUT THIS DOCUMENTARY ON TUNKU IS THAT IS USES PHOTOS FROM THE PERSONAL COLLECTION OF SYED ABDULLAH AND TAPED INTERVIEW I DID WITH TUNKU IN 1986.

IF THIS IS NOT THE CASE, THEN THIS DOCUMENTARY ON TUNKU WON’T BE ANY DIFFERENT THAN THOSE THAT THE OTHERS COULD COME UP WITH.

IT IS NOT EASY FOR MANY PEOPLE TO APPRECIATE THIS SINCE THEY WILL THINK THESE ARE ORDINARY MATERIALS ON TUNKU BECAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE I HAD GOT THEM FROM THE NATIONAL ARCHIVES OR THE TUNKU ABDUL RAHMAN MEMORIAL. THEY ARE NOT.

AND ON THE FIRST DAY OF FILMING AT THE RESIDENCY ON 20 JUNE, I DISCOVERED TUNKU’S SAFE WHICH HAD NOT BEEN OPENED FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS.

I INFORMED THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE PAPERS BUT ONLY THE MALAY MAIL CHOSE TO CARRY IT BY PUTTING IT ON THE FRONT-PAGE, MUCH TO MY SURPRISE.

IT CREATED A MEDIA SENSATION WITH RAIS YATIM AND HIS SENIOR OFFICIALS AT HIS MINISTRY GETTING WIDE COVERAGE IN THE MEDIA FOR DAYS, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ATTENDED THE FUNCTION TO OPEN THE SAFE WHERE THEY DISCOVERED 44 ITEMS BELONGING TO TUNKU.

What if the safe also contained papers and notes by Tunku which are scandalous in nature? Fortunately – or unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

I was wondering what Tunku might want to say of his successor, Tun Razak, Mahathir Mohammed and some others…as his parting shots.

However, I was not invited to attend the function, so I did not get to shoot it to include in the documentary.

In fact, I could have gone to the residency even if I was informed at short notice of the function, because I was nearby and driving to the national blood center where I went to donate blood.

So is this going to be a new documentary on Tunku like no other? It is. And the public will be able to see how it is so in February next year when it is expected to be broadcast on television.

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This was my return trip to London and England in 18 years.

The flight on AirAsia X from LCCT in Sepang here to Stansted Airport outside of London was smooth taking about 13 hours. Shahreza and I were lucky to be given the wide seats in the front row where the leg room was spacious. And I was also able to shoot footage of the skies from my seat which I could also use in the documentary.

It proved to be a good choice to fly on this airline since the airport they land at is north of London and closer to Cambridge and Nottingham so it was very convenient. We escaped the huge crowds at Heathrow had we chosen to fly on another airline that lands there.

In all we were in England for ten days, and this was the first time I was able to travel quite extensively around the southern part of England in a rented car which was also very pleasant as we were able to go anywhere we wanted to. The trips were made more pleasant when we were able to use the SatNav (For Satellite navigation) or Global Positioning System (GPS) gadget which we borrowed from a friend, Ajar Mohammed’s husband, Colin.

And barely two days after I arrived in Malaysia, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a letter from Buckingham Palace thanking me for sending a copy of The Residency Years book to the Queen, who was a dear friend of Tunku’s.

Ajar, Shahreza and I were outside of the palace barely a few days earlier where we could see a large crowd of guests amongst the army veterans who were invited to attend a garden party given by the Queen.

The last time I was only in London for less than two days. I made a brief stopover on my flight back from Lisboa, Portugal where I was invited to participate in the Figuera da Foz Film Festival where my film, ‘Seman’ (A Lost Hero) was shown where it was nominated for best film. This was probably the first time a Melayu (Malay) film from Malaysia was shown in this festival.

And on 4 and 29 January, 2010, this same film will be shown at the Pompidou Cultural Center in Paris.

I was stopped by an undercover police agent while shooting video casually, like any foreign tourist would, and especially since it was also the first time I was shooting video in the country and using digital cameras or digicam instead of the analogue still cameras, while my nephew, Shahreza was driving in our rented Ford Focus along the road in Islington in London. We had just come to the city after six o’clock to escape the congestion charge of eight pounds, from Stevenage where we were staying at a Malaysian friend’s house.

We pulled to the curb so we could go to the Turkish halal restaurant to buy dinner before moving on to the city center to go to Trafalgar square to shoot more video and do some sketches.

The woman of Italian descent was decent and cordial so Shah and I were able to experience being in Britain this way.

The woman informed her superiors and a short while later a van of policemen all wearing bullet-proof vests came to ask us some questions which I answered, and after thirty minutes we were allowed to go on.

We went to the Turkish restaurant and bought our packed dinners and sat on the stairs on the curb to eat before driving on to the city center where we were lucky to get a parking spot near it, so we did not have to walk a long distance to Trafalgar square.

We remained there for about an hour while I shot video and also did some sketches of the buildings and area.

Later that night we returned to Stevenage and lost our way until we got the direction from some local Arab men whom we met by the roadside who showed us the way out of the city to return to Stevenage.

I am not complaining what the officers were doing as it was their job. I had been stopped at other international airports and let go after they found I was a bona fide traveler, and my passport shows how many countries I had visited and where I had gone to earlier.

And we returned to London together with our friend, Ajar Mohammed the next day by taking the train so we could go to few places in the city and in the ‘tube’ stations where I shot more video and did more sketches.

I wouldn’t know if I look suspicious to the local security officers for doing this.

I find it worrisome that the local security authorities would want to suspect foreigners who entered the country and who wanted to do surveillance work in order to harm the people there, as the job could be easily be done by the locals themselves.

Perhaps they should blame Tony Blair for creating such a fear in them for which they have to pay a huge price for it feeling insecure just because Tony wanted to be George W Bush’s poodle, and all of the United Kingdom has to bear the consequences.

I also shot video and took still photos and shot video and did sketches at Stansted airport while waiting for the flight to return to Malaysia. This airport reminds me of the Kuala Lumpur International Airport in Sepang, Malaysia.

Some of my main daily activities of shooting video, taking still shots and sketching may now become a crime in England. It was not in the past.

And what do the speakers say at the Speakers’ Corner at the edge of Hyde Park these days? Are they still as vocal and vociferous as the earlier generation of speakers were?

I did not get to see how they have become so or tamed because we did not get to go there. Maybe in my next trip to the city I will make every effort to re-visit the Speakers’ Corner just to see how the present generation of speakers have changed and what they are talking about these days if they are as witty and smart as some of those whom I had heard and performed there in the past.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

TUNKU AND US... (Some more interesting ways to remember him.)

By Mansor Puteh

(NOTE: THIS ESSAY WAS FIRST PUBLISHED IN MALAYSIA-TODAY SOME YEARS AGO. ITS PUBLICATION AGAIN IS TO MARK THE 19TH ANNIVERSARY OF TUNKU’S DEATH LAST 6 DECEMBER. HE WAS BORN ON 8 FEBRUARY, 1903.

AND FEW MONTHS AGO I COMPLETED A DOCUMENTARY ON TUNKU CALLED ‘THE RESIDENCY YEARS’ WHICH WILL BE SHOWN ON MALAYSIAN TELEVISION IN FEBRUARY NEXT YEAR.)

All of us are related to the Tunku Abdul Rahman, our Bapa Kemerdekan (Father of Independence), in some way. And those who grew up with the birth of the nation will remember him more and directly. Some will also have personal anecdotes and encounters to talk about, especially at a time like this that often allows us the right opportunity to reflect on them.

But as for me, I am related with him and his family by marriage. I had also met him up close when he came to the house in November 1963, after Malaysia was just formed.

The first time I came to Kuala Lumpur in 1965 my mother and my other brother put up at her younger brother’s quarters at the former Campbell Road Police Station (now Jalan Dang Wangi) where he was a policeman. In the afternoons I would play football in the ‘padang’ which is still there, while the barracks had been torn down save for the police station and part of the quarters for single policemen at the side.

One day I asked my cousin, Zainuddin whom we call Zai to take me to the Residency. So the three of us, small kids walked along Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman all the way to Jalan Dato Onn passing the flyover that was still under constructions then. It was going to be the first such structure to be in the city, as well as country.

When we got to the main entrance, the police guard asked what I wanted to do there. So I said I wanted to see my sister. He allowed me and my cousin and I entered the Residency which was bare. My sister came out and was shocked to see us two kids there at the official residence of the prime minister. She then went to the back to get some drinks and money to give me.

I waited a while and became restless and walked along the corridor and up the stairs at the back and went to the Tunku’s family quarters passing the doors of his bedroom at the other end.

My uncle, the policeman was too shocked to find out where we had gone to and he didn’t say a word. He knew I was capable of doing such things. But he was more worried about our safety since Kuala Lumpur at that time was not actually a peaceful place, and we were still in school, wearing short pants.

The next time when when I stayed at the Residency Lodge, a house that sat just outside the main gates of the Residency in 1965. It was during the one-month school break. One day the Tunku came to celebrate my nephew’s who is his grandson's birthday with his wife and some grandchildren.

I remember when there was no one in the house, I decided to climb on the roof and sat at the apex for a few seconds before deciding to go down. It was slippery and I could have slipped off and fell to the ground.

The next time when when I stayed at the Residency Lodge, a house that sat just outside the main gates of the Residency in 1965. It was during the one-month school break. One day the Tunku came to celebrate my nephew’s who is his grandson’s birthday with his wife and some grandchildren.

I remember when there was no one in the house I decided to climb on the roof and sat at the apex for a few seconds before deciding to go down. It was slippery and I could have slipped off and fell to the ground.

The last time I met him was at his house in Bukit Tunku where I did an interview that was arranged by my sister, on his involvement in screenwriting for which he had written ‘Mahsuri’, ‘Raja Bersiong’ and ‘Sumpahan Mahsuri’.

The Tunku stunned me when he said towards the end of the thirty-minute interview that he had to write the screenplays, to supplement his income as prime minister then. Or, maybe he was just joking and didn’t mean it.

He had come to the Residency Lodge in 1965 by bringing along a toy horse that he had got his assistant to by at the Robinson’s store in the former Mountbatten Road, which is now Jalan Tun Perak.

The Robinson’s store had been demolished to make way for a bank, much to the chagrin of the ardent conservationists and conversationalists, because the design of the building is classic and should have been retained as an extension of the Sultan Abdul Samad which sits across the road.

I was just a small boy when he came to my parents' house in Melaka to marry off his first adopted son, Syed Abdullah to my sister, Rokiah.

Tunku came with his wife and many of their grandchildren. Sharifah Rodziah is also Syed Abdullah’s aunt. And they were welcome like royalties, since no one there had seen them at such close range before. They seemed to be unassuming and a pleasant lot with the Tunku flashing smile at everybody.

The ‘Father of Merdeka’ had come to Melaka, in such a manner, not to speak about politics or the formation of Merdeka, but to solemnize a wedding of his son was something that many in Melaka who had come feel wonderful.

At that time I was not fully aware of what he was although being the ‘prime minister’ was not fully registered in my mind. I had also not seen him on television as there was no television in our area in Melaka. My father only bought a set much later after some of us had gone to another person’s house to watch it together with the other people living in the area.

So when we had a black-and-white set of our own, it also became communal property and every night when the transmission started at six o’clock the whole house would be filled by a large crowd. But we didn't care; we opened the front part of the house for everybody to watch television.


No one complained what the show was and watched until the transmission ended at midnight before they left the house.

This Fiftieth Merdeka year celebration is becoming more of a farce as the celebration reached its climax at the stroke of midnight at the end of this month.

The Malaysian flags are not fluttering mightily everywhere I look at, unlike in 1997 and 1998 when I remember on 1 August, there were peddlers setting temporary stalls and sold miniature flags for RM12 each. And those who fly them do so reluctantly with no pride. Some major companies that have big buildings only do so after they had been threatened with action by some ministers.

A Chinese friend of mine called Joseph Eu, from the famous Eu family, who used to be in the armed forces, made sure he had a miniature flag on his motorcycle which he often ride to go to the nearby stalls to meet his friends. He said he had stood in for a dignitary when they rehearsed the first Merdeka declaration in 1957. He died a few years ago after suffering from a stroke.

And there were many people who did not want to miss showing their pride in carrying the flag in multifarious ways.

However, after the ‘Reformasi’ movement started, the Merdeka celebrations that followed were muted, and flags were not fluttering anymore, to the extent that the ministry concerned had to offer them for free. Yet, not many people had bothered to fly them.

This year’s Merdeka celebration should be a cause for renewing the pride we have in whatever independence to the country means.

However, unfortunately, it's the media and ministries that have failed us.

The ministries concerned, particularly the ministry of culture, arts and heritage and information are not creative; they only have boring ideas on how to use the occasion to do wonderful things.

All we see are nothing but repeats of what they had done previously.

I am sure many Malaysians are bored each time they bring out memories of sportsmen whom they thought had brought glory to the nation.

It is depressing to see the same sportsmen and their stories being broadcast again and again on national television and in the media, like they are the real pride of the nation. They are not.

The Tunku, especially did not only bring them to the fore, but others, too, in the other more interesting and important fields, all of whom are conveniently neglected by the media in their haste to honor someone for this special occasion.


Malaysia’s independence is not about highlighting our former sportsmen; it is more than that. It is the spirit and message that the leaders, especially the Tunku had wanted to spread. This, unfortunately, is missing.

The media seems to think that it is just the sportsmen who had done so, and not the others.

And worse, the English language tabloid had saw it fit to only talk with those who had any personal and weird and insignificant recollections of the Tunku. This in the form of the letters he had written to small boys and his personal conversations with his drivers and other personal staff.

Is this the legacy of the Tunku that we have to be proud of?

What of the legacies that he had left in academics, science and technology, human relations, foreign investment, international relations, etc, etc?

When will the editors of the mainstream newspapers and television stations come up with something more interesting other than to publish stories about a small boy who got a personal and handwritten note from the Tunku, or tired and similar comments by one of the Tunku’s many drivers?

I believe the Tunku is more than that. He should not be remembered as the person who had written personal notes to small boys and for speaking with his drivers?

I hate to think how the editors would be suggesting that the personal note had resulted in the person receiving it getting a miracle of some sort. Alas, he only got his photo published in a newspaper and nothing more.

And what if after receiving the note, the boy had something mysterious happening to him? I fear that it could cause unnecessary alarm. Fortunately, noting of this sort had happened and the boy, too, had not gone to greater heights in his studies or career that he could link to him having received the note in the first place.

On the other hand, I could claim that the Tunku’s presence in my life had helped me to broaden my horizons. It is a fact.

My brother-in-law who had visited many countries had brought back the Pan-Am catalogues when he returned from his trip to the United States. I was fascinated by them. And it made me want to go to the country to study. And I dare to admit that the Tunku's presence was felt and it had affected me causing me to finally get into a prestigious university in New York City some fifteen years later.

And while we are with the Tunku or the prime ministers of Malaysia, as a one-time journalist with the now extinct Jawi script Utusan Melayu, I had met all the prime ministers except for Tun Razak. I was studying in ITM, Shahalam then and had been holed on campus for three years, when he died of leukemia in London.

I attended a New Year’s eve party with Hussein Onn and most of the members his cabinet that was held at the Nirwana Ballroom of the former Hilton Hotel on 31 December, 1977. And at the stroke of midnight, after everybody had shouted to welcome the new year, 1978, Hussein and his wife, went to the dance floor to perform the ‘joget lambak’ and got everybody else to do so.

It was probably the last time any prime minister had attended such new year eve celebrations in this manner. Mahathir only attended it with the crowd at Dataran Merdeka.

And talking about Mahathir, I bumped into him along the corridors of the prime minister’s department when he was still the deputy prime minister. He was speaking with Senu Rahman and in English. When they noticed my presence there, they immediately switched to speaking in Malay.

I later had a one-on-one meeting with Mahathir at his office in Putrajaya towards the end of his long twenty-two year stint as prime minister. I was quite thrilled when I was invited to see him on the day he celebrated the twenty-first anniversary of his premiership.

He had just returned from his two-week break abroad, after making a scene in Dewan Merdeka where he cried after announcing his resignation as prime minister and all posts in Umno and Barisan Nasional. It stunned the whole nation.

There were many local political analysts who said he had to do it for some reasons. But as a filmmaker, who is familiar with personal antics and actions, Mahathir pulled the stunt because the day earlier the Star had published on the front-page a photo of the Umno convention at Dewan Merdeka that was empty, and even the chairman of the party made announcements on the matches of the World Cup that was being held at that time.

So, Mahathir cried not because he had resigned, but because he wanted everybody's attention on the party convention. And true enough everybody started to think of him and the party and less of the World Cup.

I was worried when I went there because I was thinking that there would be a large crowd of people to greet him. But there was no one. I was the only person in the waiting room on the fifth floor where I had too wait for a few minutes before I was ushered in by his aide who was wondering what I was doing there, if I was a party leader or a foreign dignitary especially with my long hair that touched my shoulders.

In fact, I had cut my hair seven inches the day before, so I could look more pleasant, yet it was still very long. I was probably the only man with such hair who had been invited to meet the prime minister at his office in a one-on-one meeting.

So no wonder everybody at the department called me ‘Datuk’. Although the office at the front gate tried to scoff me, because he thought I had come to deliver mail to the department staff. He got a shock of his life when I told him I had an appointment with the prime minister. He fled away thinking that I might be someone who was not familiar with but who was very important enough to be given a special honor to meet Mahathir alone at his office and on that special day.

My brother-in-law had allowed me to scan all the photos in his collection that were taken over many decades, and mostly when he and his family were living in the official residence of the prime minister called the Residency. And I have compiled some of them into a photography book called ‘The Residency Years’ which I hope to be able to publish together with the fifty-nine other books I have written in Malay and English in a special world record edition.

And as a filmmaker by training, there is just one story or episode in the life of the Tunku that can be turned into a feature film that has an international appeal. However, I am not about to reveal what it is because I do not want anyone else to steal the idea from me. I will work on the screenplay which I had started to research when the time comes.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT – NOT LEADER OF THE UNITED STATES.

…HE’S JUST THE SPOKESMAN FOR THE ZIONIST LOBBYISTS AND THE CIA.
By Mansor Puteh



IT HAS BEEN SAID AGAIN AND AGAIN, A CHARGE THAT HAS NOT BEEN REALLY DISPUTED; THAT THE AMERICAN PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE CAN NEVER BE TURNED INTO OFFICE AS PRESIDENT IF HE DOES NOT STATE HIS FULL AND UNDIVIDED SUPPORT FOR THE ZIONISTS AND THEIR STATE OF ISRAEL.

THIS GOES TO SHOW THE LENGTH AMERICA IS WILLING TO TAKE TO PROVE THAT IT DOES NOT PRACTISE REAL DEMOCRACY AND RESPECT HUMAN RIGHTS WHEN IT HAD EARLIER MADE A DECISION TO SIDE WITH THE AGRESSORS AND NOT THE VICTIMS – THE PALESTINIANS, WHOM THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY PITY FOR.

The last presidential elections in America which saw Barack turning in as their new president, showed how the Zionist lobby and influenced had waned. And the American electorate had said so by giving him a convincing victory over his competitor.

Even though Barack Hussein Obama admitted it although many voted for him because they wanted him to be a true president and not somebody else’s poodle, but the truth is he is threading on a thin line of not wanting to be too disrespectful of the Zionist lobbyists and CIA, while at the same time show some decorum to the office of President of the United States of America, although he can never state this as his policy.

It was okay for the then British Prime Minister, Tony Blair to be somebody else’s poodle because he was a poodle to a bigger country, America. But for the American president to be a poodle to a smaller and illegitimate state, whose only reason for survival is because of its undeclared nuclear arsenal, it is quite embarrassing.

Yet, America is what it is today; a rogue state as described by some political scientists is such because of its massive nuclear arsenal. It is ironic and pathetic how such a country could exert its influence around the world not by sharing goodwill and warm, but by threatening the other states of extinction.

So in other words, America makes friends with other countries by threatening them with destruction if they do not accept it.

So, in short, the president of the United States does not represent the voice of the majority after he has been elected; he is just the champion of the lobbyists and CIA. He is basically a dictatorship.

If he does not, he would go the same way John F Kennedy went in 1963. So no other American president would dare not to toe the line, because they had seen how Kennedy had gone and they did not want to do ‘a Kennedy’.

And in fact, American presidents since Kennedy were all living in fear of that and the Secret Service protect them by providing them with a formidable fortress around him wherever he is, while at the same time, they make sure he does not loiter too far away from what his real masters want him to do.

So what’s the point for the American electorate to waste a lot of time, energy and money during the presidential primaries and elections, since they are not going to get what they were supposed to get – their new president who is the leader of their own country, and someone who is going to do what they do not approve of.

It’s nothing but just for show. Just to tell the world that the democratic process in their electing their new president or retaining an incumbent one is good; that it is they, the American electorate who are turning in their president, so they are happy for the next four years, with the person taking charge of their country.

And this process has been repeated again and again for a few times in the last five or six decades, without anyone in America, including from amongst the smarter Americans, realizing it.

It seems to many that America spends hundreds of millions of dollars each time to elect their new president.

But in some cases, those whom they had elected and sent to the White House ended up being potential war criminals.

It is sad how the American electorate and system have not developed so they do not realize how they have been made fools of by such a small group of evil men who have evil intentions, to use America and them to do the bidding for them.

Therefore, the American president is not the most powerful leader in the world. He is no leader. He is just a mere spokesman for the Zionist Lobby in Washington DC and nothing more.

It is sad, too, how in the past, and especially when we look at the Middle East issue, some earlier American presidents have become spokesmen for them.


That the presidents were not able to do as he so please, but to obey instructions from Tel Aviv, the Knesset and other hidden Zionist Lobbyists in Washington DC.


And what they do is so obvious, and how it escaped the attention and awareness of the American presidents and their American public is rather strange.


Do they really enjoy being made fools of by such groups? Does the American president know how he is not a leader of the United States of America because of that?

When will there be an American who would be elected to the post of the president of the United States and get to live in the White House and is also the commander-in-chief of the American military, who is just that, so that he is not at the beck and call of those people?

Is Barack Hussein Obama going to take instructions from Tel Aviv, the Knesset and the Zionist Lobbyists? Or will he be the first real American president?

And would the American electorate finally be strong enough to insist that the person whom they elect to become their president performs such a duty and not become a mere spokesman for the Zionists?

It is sad, too, that no columnists of the major papers in America and the west who were able to come close to writing something like what I’m doing now.

Most, if not all of them are badly trained and whose perspectives are so narrow that they not seem to know what they are writing or dealing with.

I find it rather ludicrous at what they are able to write in their columns for their papers by skimming over the issues of the world.

Have they all been so hypnotized by the powers of the Zionist propaganda and their propaganda machine that they have not realized who they are serving, themselves or the others?

Therefore this article is mostly about whether those who had been so chosen by the American electorate to become their president are indeed leaders of the United States of America, or if they are only spokesmen for the lobbyists in Washington DC or other undeclared organizations who have their own political agendas and could use the office of the President of the United States of America, to do the bidding for them.

So I hope the American electorate will realize fast how they have been spending so much money, time and energy to vote for someone to become their president, only to realize that he is not the real leader of their country, but a mere spokesman for some the Zionists.

We have all heard about the lobby groups in Washington DC haven’t we and especially the powerful Zionist Lobby in the city, who seem to get away with everything they demand of the president of the United States.

How come no one seems to ask if the American president is really a leader of the United States or he is just the spokesman for such groups, including the CIA who seems to have a stranglehold of the president and the White House?

The American president seems to trust the CIA and his National Security Advisor too much to make any decision especially on their foreign policy matters, so they seem to control the American administration and the White House, too, with the president acting merely as their spokesman.


Is he what the American voters had wanted to find in each of their presidential elections, the person who is able to become the spokesman for such groups?

At the very least the Bushes were proof of that.

Did they realize how they were made fools of by the Zionists when they were presidents of the United States of America for a total of four terms?

Sixteen years when the father-and-son duo was presidents of the United States, they merely relayed to the Americans and the world the wishes of the Zionists.

They did not really bring much development to their own country. So no wonder many major American corporations have gone bust. And no thanks to them.

And no thanks to the American electorate, too, for having vote them to the White House only to become potential war criminals.

Even at this time during their retirement, the two of them do not seem to be much favored by other countries; they have not been invited to attend international forums where they can share their ‘vast knowledge of the world’.

They are left on their own, and hardly appear in public for fear of being condemned.

This does not make many former presidents of the United States respected.
Even when former president Bill Clinton came to Kuala Lumpur some years ago, his presence almost went unnoticed, and his activities were severely restricted.

While at one time, what he said was law, now it is the butt of jokes.

In fact, Bill Clinton’s personal stature has been so reduced that he could pass for just any average American tourist in Malaysia who does not want to be identified as Americans, because in many countries around the world being Americans is really not an interesting status symbol.

It will take a long while before the American electorate and non-voting public finally realize their own folly in voting some not to become their president but a spokesman for the Zionists and who is not going to be a potential war criminal.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

HOW SINGAPURA MIGHT HAVE FAILED THEIR ‘EFFICIENCY’ TEST.

…DOES DENYING ENTRY INTO SINGAPURA, OF A CULTUIRAL ACTIVIST AND DOCUMENTARIST FROM BANDA ACEH TO ATTEND THE SINGAPURA FILM FESTIVAL IN APRIL, 2008 MEAN THAT IT IS NOT SUPER EFFICIENT AFTER ALL?
By Mansor Puteh



(THE SINGAPURA GOVERNMENT SHOULD THANK ME FOR SUPPLYING THEM WITH THE INFORMATION BELOW. IT CAN MAKE THEM MORE COMPETITIVE AND EFFICIENT.)

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I AM DEALING WITH A SMALL ISSUE CONCERNING A COUNTRY SO SMALL, SINCE I HAVE BEEN DEALING WITH THOSE SUPERPOWERS AND SUPER-FOOL COUNTRIES AND THEIR SUPER-IDIOT LEADERS IN MY BLOG EARLIER.

IT IS DEFINITELY TRULY A ‘UNIQUELY SINGAPURA’ EXPERIENCE.

AND ALSO HOW A MULTIMILLION SING-DOLLAR ADVERTISING AND PUBLICITY CAMPAIGN FAIL THE FOZAN SANTA TEST THAT SINGAPURA MAY NOT BE A FRIENDLY COUNTRY AFTER ALL.

IT’S NOTHING FOR THEM TO SING ABOUT, REALLY.

You don’t get invited to participate in an important and major and only film event in the Republic of Singapura, the former Kingdom of Temasik without any good or valid reason.

It is a country which came about by the British cheating the Melayu.

When I was invited to attend the same festival in April, 1991 when my first feature film, 'Seman’ (A Lost Hero) was shown in it, I was welcome by representatives of the festival who garlanded me with orchids around my neck and took me in a gleaming white Mercedes-Benz to the Hotel Phoenix, making me feel like a major film director.

(And this same film has again been invited to two screenings on 4 and 29 January, 2010 at the Pompidou Cultural Center in Paris. Many other films and videos from Malaysia and Singapura will also be shown over a period of four months starting from 16 December, 2009.)

I don’t think the organizers of this film will not dare invite someone whom they had not known before; or if he would enter the country and use the invitation to work illegally or conduct terrorist activities.

How could the person who has been invited enter Singapura then since his identity has already been established and his intention to come to the country known?

Those who wish to enter Singapura to work illegally or conduct terrorist activities would do it secretly, and enter the country by other means and not by flying into Changi Airport or fly to Kuala Lumpur and take a connecting bus or train to Johor Baru and then another bus from the Larkin bus station to go to Singapura.

Normally, entry into the country should be a mere formality; you land at their airport in Changi or go to their immigration checkpoint in Woodlands after flying into Malaysia and taking the bus or train to go to Singapura, because you think you can visit Malaysia and then Singapura later.

Because in Malaysia, you have many friends in the arts and culture to deal with, so it’s good to be able to connect them by producing yourself physically while partaking in what the City of Kuala Lumpur and the country may have that you had not managed to see on your earlier trip.

A friend of mine called by his pseudonym of Fozan Santa who is a director of a major non-profit cultural organization in Banda Aceh calling itself Episentrum (http://www.tikarpandan.org/) and also a documentarist, tried to do the ordinary; he got an invitation from the director of the Singapura international film festival, Philip Cheah, to attend their festival in April of 2008.

Not many Indonesian filmmakers have been invited to show their works at this festival, so Fozan thought his presence as a mere participant and also to discuss the possibility of getting his new documentary on the orphans of the Tsunami of 2004 could be shown in the same festival later.

That was his original aim, and which is also to share his personal experience as an Acheh man whose mother and other relatives and close friends who had died by producing a documentary from inside of Aceh and sharing it with everybody.

Fozan’s real name is Fauzan. And the reason why he had to get a pseudonym was during the military rule in Aceh, many people of some profile were doing that. I was surprised when he said then when I raised the matter concerning his pseudonym, when I asked why should he hide behind it. Now I understand. Aceh then was not like Aceh today.

And Fozan came to Kuala Lumpur by flight and took the bus to go to Johor Baru where he took another bus to go to Singapura.

But he was denied entry into the country.

There were two immigration personnel at the Singapura immigration checkpoint in Woodland; one a Melayu and the other, a Chinese. He is not Chinese but Singapuran Tiongkok since a Chinese is a nationality of the Communist Republic of China.

But because the Chinese in Singapura now had an identity crisis as much as the Chinese elsewhere outside of China, we have no choice but to describe him as one, a Chinese, to propagate the confusion of the identity of the descendants of former Chinese who had come to Southeast Asia or ‘Nanyang’ in droves.

The Melayu officer seemed cordial while the Singapuran was not. He asked many questions which were ordinary ones which anyone who has the desire to enter Singapura or any country would be asked, and they would be given the same answers.

So these are trite questions. But Fozan still gave them the same trite answers that were demanded of him.

And the Singapuran then went to his superior and when he came out of the room, the Melayu officer led Fozan to a bus. Fozan was relieved because he thought he had been allowed entry into Singapura.

But when he realized the bus heading in the other direction where he had come from he became anxious. He started to notice the sight of Johor Baru ahead of him. He then knew he had been denied entry into Singapura.

And he had been at the receiving end of the highly and super efficient Singapura immigration staff at Woodlands.

What did he do to deserve this, thought Fozan? Why was he denied entry into Singapura?

Did the Singapuran Chinese consider him a threat so he denied him entry into his country?Didn’t they know the early history of Singapura, especially when they were known as Temasik?
And didn’t they realize or know fully that without the Indonesians from Riau and Lingga, Singapura would not have become a tiny republic?

Wasn’t it not for Raja Hussain Shah or Tengku Long of Riau, Stamford Raffles would not have got anyone to cheat to claim Singapura from Johor?

(Keep a lookout for the novel, ‘Hussain and the story of an island’ I have written in English, as well as the play which I have written based on it.)

So the two Singapura immigration officers and their senior officer who was not seen, didn’t seem to realize how super efficient they have been.

No, they are not.
If they were super efficient, they would have allowed Fozan entry into Singapura, even and especially if they suspected him of being a potential terrorist who was embarking on his new terror campaign in the country.

They should have done that and allowed him entry into Singapura where they can immediately arrest him under the International Security Act (ISA) and be incarcerated for a long period of time, and then file charges against him for which he could not defend himself.
But unfortunately, the immigration officers did not do this, so they allowed Fozan to return to Johor.

But they defaced his international passport by stamping a W2 mark on it. He was worried if this stamp would also bar him from entering into another country. So he immediately took a bus to cross into the Siamese border to go to Pattani.
The immigration officers of Malaysia and Siam did not create any fuss and allowed him entry into Southern Siam.

But Fozan was still reeling at the denial of entry into Singapura, for the purpose of attending the Singapura international film festival. What possible crime could he have committed to deserve the cold treatment from the Singapura immigration officers?

Was it wrong for him not to fly direct into Changi Airport to prove that he is a bona fide traveler to Singapura?

Why can’t an Indonesian from Banda Aceh fly into KLIA and then take the bus or train to go to Singapura?

Did the Singapura immigration officers fear that he might want to do something nasty in Singapura in his short stay there?

Why couldn’t they just call Philip Cheah to confirm that he had been invited to participate in his film festival? Is this difficult for the Singapura immigration staff to do?

I was stopped by some police officers on my last trip to England last July, and they called the few persons whom I was in contact with when I was there, and they then allowed me to go on my trip around London, without creating any fuss.

Maybe I can teach the Singapura authorities some interesting education here. They pride themselves for being a super efficient country with its staff properly and well trained.

But this one incident proves to me that this is not so. So this means that they could do with some education, and I am going to give it to them for free. It will make Singapura look a lot better in the eyes of the world.

They always say they want to strive to achieve perfection. But this is not easy if some of their staff do not toe the line and do what they please.

And when Fozan was in Kuala Lumpur at the invitation by Pena, the national literary association of Malaysia two weeks ago, we went to the Singagapura high commission which is just a stone’s throw from the old Rumah Pena building and met some staff of the high commission.

We were told that the immigration officers at the immigration check-points in Woodlands, as in this case, had the arbitrary control to make any decision which they deem fit, on whether to allow anyone into the republic or not. Fine.

This gives the officers a lot of responsibilities, too. And to give such persons immense authority of this nature, he should first be trusted to enforce immigration laws as well as to be able to detect who can be allowed to enter the country or is denied.

In Fozan’s case he was denied. So the said officers must be thinking he had done Singapura a great big favor by denying Fozan entry into their country. Thus, Singapura was saved from having to deal with a potential illegal worker from Indonesia, or worse, a potential terrorist.

So, since nothing had happened since Fozan was denied entry into Singapura, the officers must surely be commended for having denied him entry.

But at the same time, it was only a matter of time for the decision to deny Fozan entry into Singapura to show its true colors. That Fozan had been able to travel freely to Siam and return to Malaysia, to attend yet another literary event in the city, shows that the decision made by the immigration officers in Woodlands was also wrong and bad.

One of the officers was Chinese, and he seemed to be insistent in denying Fozan entry into his country.

However, even after he was later told about Fozan’s reason for wanting to come to Singapura which was to participate in the Singapura film festival, he became anxious and agitated. But he did not relent, for fear of ‘losing his face’, so Fozan was denied entry into Singapura.

This brings the question of whether this Chinese immigration officer was well-trained to deal with such matters, especially those concerning the entry of non-Chinese into Singapura?

Maybe he is not so well-trained after all.

And I find it strange how the Singapura authorities could entrust such a person such a heavy task of ensuring only bona fide travelers and visitors to Singapura to enter the country, who wanted to sample the ‘Uniquely Singapura’ experience.

In a way, it is a ‘Truly Uniquely Singapura’ experience for Fozan and maybe many others who were also denied entry into the country.

I thought a Singapura Melayu immigration officer can better tell if his fellow Melayu from Malaysia, Indonesia or any other country in the Nusantara Melayu of Southeast Asia is coming into the country to do the indescribable to the tiny republic, because he can see it written all over his face, with no, or not many non-Melayu immigration officers of Singapura can.

This is not a racist statement, but a statement of fact which the Singapura immigration authorities ought to take into account, if they truly want to make sure their officers perform to the T, especially when they are confronted with similar cases as Fozan’s who is still eager to visit Singapura in the near future.

Friday, December 4, 2009

COMMONWEALTH ORGANIZATIONI IS NOTHING BUT A SOCIAL CLUB ONLY AND NOTHING MORE.

…AMERICANISM GAINED ACCEPTANCE WITHOUT AMERICA HAVING THE NEED TO CREATE THE ‘ASSOCIATION OF LACKEYS AND NEO-COLONISTS OF AMERICA’ OR ALANACA.
By Mansor Puteh



THE COMMONWEALTH HEADS OF GOVERNMENT MEETINGS (CHOGM) ARE NOTHING BUT A SOCIAL GATHERING OF LEADERS OF THE 50 COMMONWEALTH COUNTRIES WHO MEET TOGETHER FOR A FEW DAYS TO SAY HOW THEIR COUNTRIES WERE LUCKY TO BE UNDER BRITISH COLONIAL RULE, SO THEY COULD BE INVITED TO ATTEND THE MEETING THE NEXT TIME.

I THOUGHT THE LEAST THAT THEY COULD DO WAS TO GET RID OF THIS COLONIALIST MENTALITY AND STOP THE ORGANIZATION CALLING ITSELF THE COMMONWEALTH AND CREATE A NEW ORGANIZATION OF FORMER BRITISH COLONISTS BY NOT INVOLVING BRITAIN.

IF THE COMMONWEALTH WANTS TO STAY RELEVANT, THEY SHOULD STOP GETTING ALL THE HEADS OF GOVERNMENTS TO MEET WHERE THEY SAY THE SILLIEST THINGS ANYONE COULD IMAGINE.

ON THE OTHER HAND, THEY SHOULD BE THERE, BUT ONLY TO LISTEN TO THE SPECIALISTS IN ALL FIELDS, ESPECIALLY THE CINEMA AND THE ARTS, FOR THE CINEMATIC AND ARTISTIC ACTIVITIES ARE THE TYPES WHICH CAN UNITE THE PEOPLE OF THE COMMONWEALTH – IF THIS IMPORTANT TO THE LEADERS.

MAYBE IT IS NOT; SO THEY WILL END UP ATTENDING ONE CHOGM TO THE NEXT WHERE THEY SAY THE SAME DARNEST THINGS AND BE CONTENTED WITH THEMSELVES, WHILE THE ORDINARY FOLKS IN THE COMMONWEALTH REMAIN WHERE THEY HAVE BEEN ALL THIS WHILE.

What’s the real use for such an organization of countries which were once under British rule?
Are the leaders of the countries merely saying it was good for their countries to be under British colonization for many decades, with some for many centuries? And that’s it?

I was shocked when I heard part of a speech of one of the heads of state of the Commonwealth countries when they were meeting in Trinidad and Tobago last week, who insisted that the Commonwealth was still relevant.
What relevance does it have in the world?Clearly and obviously, the Commonwealth has failed. And it has failed miserably. It should not be allowed to continue, since it does not know what else that it could besides having the biannual meeting of heads of states which they called CHOGM or Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting that moves from one of its member countries to the other.And what have they been meeting and discussing about that is good for the member countries? Nothing.
The only significant matter they discussed at Trinidad and Tobago concerns a matter which is not of pressing concerns to any of their member countries.

Clearly and obviously the Commonwealth has failed and it has failed miserably. And how so?It can be seen in comparison to what Americanism has managed to achieved, and it was able to do so even without forming any organization at all, yet, all the countries in the world, including all the Commonwealth countries are eagerly embracing it.

And Americanism has managed to gain acceptance even without America ever forming the ASSOCIATION OF LACKEYS AND NEO-COLONISTS OF AMERICA OR ALANACA.

Whereas, the Commonwealth with a few other agencies which are linked to it has failed even to encourage the development of the Commonwealth Cinema and common market for Commonwealth films.
So much so, we see an influx of American or Hollywood films in all the countries in the world.
This is just one proof to show how the Commonwealth has failed all the member countries.

And it is inappropriate for its leaders to group together every two years at exotic locales which were once British colonies and where many of the Natives and other locals had died in defense of their countries, especially in the years leading to the independence of their countries from the tight and repressive British rule.

The leaders of the Commonwealth countries do not have anything intelligent to say or do. They meet over the weekend and have galas with the Queen of England attending the opening ceremony and they go home to a dull life and country to lead.

Yet, two years later, they meet again in another country to do pretty much the same.
How could such a major organization such as the Commonwealth which was once or initially called the British Commonwealth be reduced to such a stature?
They can only be proud to have the Commonwealth Games which has been recognized as being the second largest games in the world, after the Olympic Games.

Other than that there is nothing else.The Commonwealth Institute in London is just sitting pretty in Kensington, without doing anything.

I would have thought the early leaders of the Commonwealth countries would have proposed the creation of the Commonwealth Cinema so every year they could have the Commonwealth Film Awards to highlight interesting films that deal with matters and issues pertinent to the people in the Commonwealth countries.

But nothing of this sort has happened.

So we continue to have Hollywood dominating the film-going activities in all the countries in the Commonwealth. And this is despite the fact that American activities and influences in those countries were of fairly recent nature.

The British had been in the Commonwealth countries for much longer and in more ways than the Americans, yet, Americanism is rampant and influential in the daily lives of the people.

We would have also thought the economic activities of the Commonwealth countries can be better regulated so all the natural resources and human capital could be better utilized to ensure the citizens of the Commonwealth countries get to enjoy a better life.

Sadly, many of the countries which are in the Commonwealth are still in poverty. And their leaders still do not know how to take their people out of poverty.

When they meet for CHOGM, they discuss issues that concern those countries which are already developed.

There is also the secretary-general of the Commonwealth, but what does he actually do? Does he have the same stature as the secretary-general of the United Nations (UN), for instance?

He should have if the Commonwealth organization has been turned into a better organization. Since it is not an interesting or important organization, therefore, its secretary-general is also equally uninteresting and unimportant.

The Commonwealth leaders and the thinkers in the member countries ought to do a soul search to find out what is really interesting and important with the organization.

If they cannot find anything interesting or important to it, they just admit and say that it is nothing but a SOCIAL CLUB for all the leaders of the countries in the Commonwealth who gets to meet each other every two years at exotic locales in countries which were once a British colony.

The Commonwealth has failed to create a bloc of all sorts. Therefore, its say in the wider international arena is very weak. Its influence in the UN, too, is insignificant.

So not surprisingly even a few days after the last CHOGM in Trinidad and Tobago, with all the leaders of the Commonwealth countries having returned to their own countries, nothing has happened.

It is as though they had not been to Trinidad and Tobago. And no common projects or goals have been set. It is as thought the CHOGM there did not happen at all.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

HOW LOVABLE THE JEWS THEN WHO COULD BE TRUSTED EVEN BY MUSLIMS AND THE OTHERS IN THE WORLD.

…WHY WERE THEY AND THE AMERICANS NOT ABLE TO READ ADOLF HITLER AND THE NAZIS WHO HAD WANTED TO CHANGE THEIR STANDING IN THE WORLD?
By Mansor Puteh



The Jews could have still became the most lovable people in the world whose presence is welcome by all, to the extent that one of their own kind in Singapura could have been elected chief minister of the country, by those who are not Jews, like him, but Muslims and the others.

Yes, they were doing okay wherever they were then. And they could still become the most lovable people in the world if Adolf Hitler and the Nazis did not spoil their image.

There were many Jews who were not only in all the major cities in Europe, but in the other cities in the Muslim countries as well. They were able to live freely with the locals who were non-Jews and Muslims and build synagogues.

Everything was fine with them. And the locals were sympathetic with them for having been expelled from their land in Palestine for centuries, without any need for them to return to the land which had then become Palestine.

This was something that they could not control as it was preordained in their Torah. And they were not meant to be clustering amongst themselves but were meant to be spread thinly all over the world.

There was no pressure for the Jews to seek to return to Israel, as it was not stated in their Torah. It was only the demands made by the Elders of Zion and not their prophets.

There was no need for them to seek to return to the imagine country called Ezret Israel, since they knew they were not meant to do that, as they were meant to be spread around the world so they could be of service to the communities and countries they were in.

And the Jews were capable people who excelled in many areas, which helped to develop the economies of the countries and cities where they were living at.

Many of them inter-married with the locals with some with Muslim men and women, too.

So it won’t surprise anyone if there are now many Muslims who have Jewish ancestry. In fact, many of the Palestinians now have such ancestry, so much so the original population of the Jews in Palestine had become so small.

This explains why the total population of the Jews in the world is so small compared to the Palestinians, other Arabs and Muslims.

There are only 12 million Jews in the world with half of it in America itself, compared to the 1.5 billion Muslim who are in 57 Muslim countries and in small numbers in all the others.

In years to come the population of the Muslims in America will supersede that of the Jews.

How could this happen, when the Arabs or Palestinians that we know of today and the Jews then were almost equal in size?

Now the difference is so vast.

The truth is the Muslims are good at procreation while the Jews are not.

This could also be due to the fact that the ancient Jews had left Judaism and became Muslims, many of whom are now Palestinians.

And if this is so, then the Palestinians have more right to claim the land they call Palestine because they are larger in numbers than the modern day Jews from Eastern Europe and Russia who were mostly converts to the religion for economic reasons or other.

It’s too bad that the Jews did not realize how they were not meant to be clustered in one area called a country such as Israel, but were meant to be spread throughout the world, so the world and everybody can see how good they were and how they could be trusted and be accepted into their societies.

If they were smart enough they could have known this and not to blame the others, particularly the Palestinians and Muslims for their ‘misfortunes’.

I like to bring up again the issue concerning a Jew in Singapura called David Saul Marshall who could be elected the chief minister of the country despite him being in a community of Jews who were so few in numbers compared to the Malays and other non-Malays in the country then.

They trusted him to look after their well-being and country.

Can we ever find such a Jew like David Saul Marshall anywhere in the world where the Jews are in the minority ever again? No way.

The Americans can’t even trust a Jew to be their president. Yet, they were able to elect a former Muslim called Barack Hussein Obama as their president, despite knowing his religious background.

There is no denying that he was a Muslim at birth and in his early childhood, when his father was still alive.

Unfortunately, when his father died, followed by his mother, his maternal grandparents did not raise him as a Muslim as what his father would have wanted.

It is not easy for a Muslim from a staunch Muslim country such as Kenya to allow his off-springs not to be Muslims like him.

The Jews were meant to share their intelligence and brilliance with everybody throughout the world, so that the world can be a better place for everybody, with poverty to the lowest level possible.

So that was why their numbers were not big enough to form countries like the Muslims who now have 57countries in the Organization of Islamic Council (OIC), while the Jews only have Israel and no others.

If the Jews had been able to see why Adolf Hitler and the Nazis were there in the Second World War, and went on with their lives and picked from where they had left, today, the Jews would have become more lovable and most friendly people in the world, including in Malaysia and most of the Muslim and Arab countries.

It won’t shock anyone if Jews are given top posts in the political administration of these countries because they have the penchant to do wonders provided they are not influenced by Zionism.

And their synagogues would sprout in all the major cities in the world including in the Muslim World because they are a welcome sight to behold.

So, they failed the Hitler and Nazi test, so no wonder, they are now centered mostly in America and the Zionist state of Israel and some countries in Europe where they are assimilated with the locals so they do not their distinct Jewish features anymore.

They had become less religious and more political and were easily influenced by Zionism which had caused Judaism to take a backseat.

The future for the Jews and Judaism is bleak, with their population shrinking and those who claim to be Jews and who support Zionism won’t dare to say so loudly. They have been cowed. How low can they go before they start to think they are not Jews anymore, as more and more half-hearted Muslims, who were once afraid to claim to be Muslims, start to admit that they are Muslims louder and louder everyday?

The only ‘advantage’ that the Palestinians and Muslims have with their problems with the Zionists is how they had help the Muslims to be better Muslims and also how to infiltrate into the systems in the world, where the Muslims were once not present and many of them are into what the others are into now, when some of them were busy and happy living in caves.

As it is now, it is virtually impossible for them to export Zionism anywhere so that it can be accepted as the national ideology of any country, or to enlarge the population of the Jews by conversion since there are not many people in the world today who would want to do that, knowing how they are behaving these days.

In fact, there is not even one Zionist Club or Association that has been established at any of the universities in America or anywhere else.

So theirs is really a lost cause. But it will be very difficult for the Elders of Zion to readily admit it so no wonder the Middle East problem is still in limbo with no end in sight.