JUNTA'S MOTTO: IF THE SHOE DOESN'T FIT, WEAR IT "Raw Material"
by Aung San Suu Kyi Letter from Burma (No. 10) Mainichi Daily News
Monday, November 24, 1997We were standing at the corner of Kaba-aye road and Gandama road in the broiling sun. Kaba-aye means "World Peace" and the road is named after the pagoda built at the initiative of U Nu, the first prime minister of independent Burma, a religious man who made no secret of his wish to become a Buddha in a future existence. Gandama is the Burmese name for chrysanthemum. The juxtaposition of the desire for peace with a beautiful flower seemed appropriate and auspicious and somehow the riot police surrounding us with their drab khaki, their jungle camouflage jackets and helmets looking a little ridiculous in the middle of a city, and their rather outmoded shields fitted into the picture as well, an eloquent contrast.
There were some 50 uniformed police and perhaps double that number of other security personnel in plain clothes scattered around. We were 26, mostly members of the youth wing of the National League for Democracy (NLD), a few elected members of Parliament, our Chairman U Aung Shwe,
our Deputy Chairman U Tin U and myself. We had arrived at the scene at 9 o'clock in the morning, on our way to a meeting at the Mayangon NLD office. This was part of a program to recognize the NLD youth committees, a program which had begun smoothly a week before at Thaketa, another part of Rangoon. It was probably the very smoothness of the reorganization process that made the authorities decide they must try to obstruct our activities. Of course, the excuse they gave was that we were endangering the peace and tranquillity of the nation. But there we were, peacefully going about our legitimate party work and there were the security troops with barbed wire barricades and batons and war-like helmets and shields. Confrontational is the word that springs to mind.Just a block away from our destination, our car was stopped. When we attempted to proceed on foot the riot police pushed us back. We remained at the spot where my car was parked and had a series of exchanges with various officials, from some minion of a township law and order restoration council to a lieutenant-colonel, who all urged us to go back, declaring that they could not permit us to have meetings at our offices and that we could carry on our activities within my compound. They seemed to have forgotten that the road to my house had been shut off to the general public for nearly a year; that all visitors were screened; and that some, particularly journalists, were prevented from
coming to see me. The fact that we were able to hold the party congress on Sept. 27 was seen by many as proof of greater flexibility on the part of the military regime, but even on that occasion a number of party members attempting to come to my house had been forcibly taken away by car from the crossroads near my house to the outskirts of Rangoon, and some guests had been turned away.We told the officials who tried to make us turn back that we had a right to carry out legitimate party activities at appropriate party premises and that we would not turn back until we had been to our Mayangon office, even if all our people had already been driven away from there. Impasse. Just before half past nine, an official announced that if we did not leave within five minutes, the riot police would push us back. We readied ourselves for the fray. When the five minutes were up, the
riot police started to push, shields to the fore. We linked arms and U Aung Shwe and U Tin U took the lead in steadying us, exhorting us to stand firm but not to retaliate if violence were used by the
authorities. For several minutes the two opposing groups swayed backwards and forwards, then the pushing stopped and we remained at our original position. It was a standoff.As so often happens in such situations, a spirit of camaraderie quickly grew up within our little group. Good humored remarks were made about the beneficial effects of sunlight and perspiration and we prepared ourselves for an indefinite wait. U Aung Shwe and U Tin U moved protectively around us, especially after a threat was made to remove the younger people by force.
chairman and deputy chairman gave us practical advice on preserving energy as well as providing us with strong psychological support by their unwavering spirits and fatherly solicitude. In the middle of a discussion about the efforts of the authorities to stop us from pursuing our legitimate party activities, U Aung Shwe turned to me and said with a laugh: "You won't have to think too hard about a subject for your next Mainichi article. Lots of raw material here."
How right he was. A lot of raw, very raw, material indeed. It was a curious phenomenon, the riot police lined up in their full combat gear and in front of them a row of policeman who had appeared after the pushing was over. It is the small, seemingly insignificant things that sometimes stick in the mind. When I think back on the three and a half hours we stood under the hot sun on the tarmac between World Peace and Chrysanthemum roads, I find that what troubles me most is the memory of the footgear of the policewomen. They were all wearing dark ankle socks and thick shoes. One poor unfortunate was actually sporting a pair of high heeled, narrow toed pumps, incongruous with her socks. My sandals were the traditional Burmese kind with thongs and the sole was an even
one inch thick, too thick for the purpose of withstanding the shoving of riot police with metal shields. So I had my sandals put back in my car and wore instead a pair of flat leather sandals gallantly offered to me by one of our group. Consequently, my feet were cool and at ease and I could not help following in my imagination the swelling process of the feet of the policewomen as they remained in a stationary position while the temperature rose inexorably. When we told at 12:20 in the afternoon that after all we could go to our Mayangon office for lunch we were pleased, of course, but I rather fancy the policewomen were overjoyed. It must have been paradise for them to be
able to take the weight off their feet.The next office where we were scheduled to recognize our youth committee was Tamwe. The chairman and other members of the Tamwe organizational committee were called up thrice by the authorities and threatened with dire consequences should they go ahead with arrangements for the
meeting. The Tamwe committee replied that they would act in accordance with the decisions of the Central Executive Committee of the NLD, whatever the consequences. On the day of the meeting my road was barricaded on either side of my front gate so that I could not go out to Tamwe. Access to the Tamwe office was also heavily guarded and those who had come for the meeting were taken off in various commandeered vehicles and dropped off on the outskirts of Rangoon from where they had to find their own way back into the city. It has become obvious that the authorities have decided on this new tactic of forcefully taking away members of the NLD gathered for party activities to some remote place from where it is not easy to find transport back into Rangoon.
However, the NLD members came back from their sojourns with undampened spirits, proud of their travels in horse carts and other modes of transportation that they had managed to contrive.The NLD fully intends to continue with its legitimate activities as a party founded with the clearly declared intention of fostering democracy. We can look forward to more raw materials for the Mainichi in the form of our adventures along the way to our goal.
Aung San Suu Kyi
