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Jubilation in Sungai Siput as Samy rides into the sunset « 

Jubilation in Sungai Siput as Samy rides into the sunset

Sg Siput celebration

Photo credit: PSM Operations Room, Sungai Siput

So Jeyakumar Devaraj has finally triumphed over S Samy Vellu. When I spoke to him this morning, he sounded tired but happy. It had been a long, long struggle – more than nine years.

“I think the victory was largely due to the nationwide swing to the opposition,” he said, modestly.

I told him that that alone would not have been enough to unseat Samy Vellu, who once famously defeated the DAP titan P Patto in an epic battle. “It was your dedication, commitment to the cause and perseverance on behalf of the people over the years that saw you through,” I said. “I think that shone through, making it impossible for the people of Sg Siput to ignore you.

“Plus you had an incredible team of supporters who gave their all in campaigning for you.” He couldn’t argue with that.


In one corner, you had Kumar, the soft-spoken respiratory physician who has sacrificed so much for the grassroots and marginalised communities. Even the MMA recognised his commitment to society and awarded him a gold medal for community service many years ago. That quiet front belies a steely determination and passion for empowering the poor.

In the other corner, you had the flamboyant and eloquent Samy Vellu, the powerful MIC supremo, for whom funding for infrastructure projects was no problem.

The former represented a multi-ethnic approach to politics, someone who sharply critiqued the way the capitalist class were marginalising workers and other grassroots communities. Kumar, along with economist Charles Santiago, the new MP for Klang, will be a tremendous asset in Parliament in checking the trend towards neo-liberal economic policies while highlighting the huge gap between the rich and the poor of all ethnic groups.

samyThe latter was an integral part of the entrenched race-based system of politics, a keen supporter of the capitalist class. His ministry was responsible for awarding multi-million ringgit privatisation projects that generated huge profits for this class. Not to forget the Maika scandal that dogged his every step for years – until the Hindraf protests exploded into a cacophony of boos and jeers that greeted him wherever he ventured outside Sg Siput. It was in Penang – ground zero of the political quake – that the jeers were first heard in the Penang International Sports Arena, as reported in this blog earlier.

I can’t say I knew Samy Vellu personally. But my late grand-aunt, Anna, was his teacher in Batu Arang, once a prosperous mining town in Selangor where the young Samy grew up in the 1940s and worked as an office boy. The Batu Arang English School was actually set up by the coal-mining company.

samy and his motherSamy’s parents, who were both rubber tappers, eventually settled in Batu Arang, where his father worked in the coal mine. I am sure the young Samy (Left: Samy Vellu and his mother) would have been familiar with the huge open mines into which lorries would descend until they appeared to be the same size as matchboxes to those standing at ground level.

I took a trip down memory lane to Batu Arang during the Chinese New Year holidays. The old school is still there; so is the school field. It is all lush and green today.

It was not all green in those days. The British burnt down the jungle foliage on both sides of the approach road to Batu Arang because they were afraid the communists would lie in wait to ambush them – so the roadsides were all brown and dry.

Back then, a visitor to Batu Arang would have been greeted with the smell of burnt coal and some parents including Anna would fret about the effect the pollution would have on their children’s health. Others worried whether the tunnels deep beneath the earth would collapse.

Today, the deep open mines are filled with water and resemble scenic lakes. Small groups of Indian Malaysian young men gather to chit-chat on the grass by the lake with little piles of crushed beer cans near them as evidence of their ‘liquid’ picnic.

batu arang

Batu Arang town Source: Wikimedia

Grand-aunt Anna, whom I called Amma, would reminisce with me: “Even in those days, Samy had the gift of the gab.” Indeed, Samy would go on to become a Tamil drama actor, a news-reader and eventually a political boss who was not what you would call tongue-tied. In fact, he is regarded as one of the best orators in the Tamil language in Malaysia today.

I can’t say Amma was terribly impressed with Samy and how he had turned out. She had a habit of speaking her mind and didn’t suffer fools gladly. She was also aware of the Maika scandal. Still, she was bemused by the great respect he had for his former teachers. Some years ago, when she was arriving at a wedding reception for one of Samy Vellu’s relatives, the MIC president spotted her entering the hall. He immediately yelled excitedly to his brother, “Palani, teacher varuthe (teacher is coming)!” (S Palanivelu passed away last year after a heart attack.) Whereupon both of them raced up to pay their respects to her. “Dei, naalkaali kondu va! (Get her a chair!)” Samy urged one of his aides.

I also bumped into another retired Batu Arang School teacher, in his late seventies or eighties, who described to me the young Samy’s tenacity. Now this teacher had a beautiful Triumph motorbike when he was in Batu Arang, which he parked by the road one day. As he watched from a distance, he noticed the young Samy Vellu walking up to admire the bike. Sometime later, as this teacher was out driving, he spotted a young man vrooming past him on a Triumph bike. It was Samy who had got or borrowed a bike of his own! “You see how tenacious and determined he was?” the former teacher told me.

Samy Vellu’s perseverance saw him taking evening classes to become a draughtsman and he eventually went to the UK to study architecture. If you are interested, you can actually see his name listed in the website of the Royal Institute of British Architects.

Just search for “Malaysia” and you will see a list of architects based in Malaysia. Look for the names beginning with “S” and you will see the name “Samy Vellu Sangalimuthu , Malaysia”.

Why am I telling you all this? Just to say that Samy Vellu came from humble beginnings and through sheer perseverance, tenacity and who-knows-what-else worked his way to the top. No one denies he has helped some Indian Malaysians with infrastructure and scholarships etc – but like the rest of us, Samy had choices to make. Would he offer them the spoils or the scraps? Where did the spoils really go? Would he really address the root causes of their sense of disempowerment or would he just offer band-aid solutions and cash handouts to address their immediate problems? Could he – would he – have done more, a lot more, to empower the dispossessed – or would he be more interested in serving the elite capitalist class? And should he have known when to quit, on his own terms, before the writing was on the wall?

In the end, he slunk into anonymity, a sad, solitary figure who will have much soul-searching to do during his retirement.


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