Why Suffer and Shut Up?

No country is perfect. Not even the United States, not United Kingdom, not France and not Holland. That is granted.

Malaysia is...cough...less than perfect.

But the difference is that while everyone suffers in one way or the other, why must Malaysians suffer in silence?

The past generation had limited options hence, had to shut up, suffer and plan an escape route for their children. Away from this godawful unfair country.

But this generation is a little different. We were not personally involved in the May 13 1969 riot. Thankfully, because it must have been dreadful for our parents.

Instead, this generation sees a sliver of hope. Maybe. Perhaps. Could it be.

And that is why despite being threatened again and again, we choose hope.

Why then, must we suffer in silence? If we were to suffer, then allow us to speak up. And for once, you have to learn how to listen. Listen like a good leader should.

Times have changed and so should you. There is no longer a reason for people to suffer in silence and tolerate things that we see are wrong, or plan an escape route.

Even the kids who have 'escaped' this racist country came back to reclaim their rights in Malaysia. Does that say something to you? Guess not. Because you never had to deal with dissent. Our parents never gave Malaysia a reason to.

It is time to be a good leader and let those who are suffering speak up, not shut up like what we have been doing.

We see hope, Mr. NAJIB. Don't snuffle out even this glimmer of hope for us and please do the right thing.

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Marsha

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