Datuk Johari Abdul Ghani thanked P119 voters for their trust in giving a victory
If anyone asks me today what the three great virtues are that drive me to PAS, I will list hypocrisy, lies and bullshit, the greatest of them being bullshit. Without these, there would be no hope left, people will lose faith in everything they cherish and yes, there would be no charity either because there will be no reason for it.
ask you, ‘How could you put up with that?’ ‘Why didn’t you say something?’ “How can you let them do this?’ If you aren’t seen screaming and protesting and doing a sort of a war-dance, sword in hand, at all the perceived injustices being handed out – being a P119 PAS candidate, basically – you’re seen to be passive, timid, a rollover. You are supposed to make yourself seen, heard, known – to let people know, with collars up, who you are. What do they think you are, anyway?We equate brashness and cockiness with strength, and a dignified keeping quiet and carrying on with timidity. That is akin to equating a calm sea with an absence of water. The strongest of men have learnt to keep their egos under check and not be affronted when in situations where their presence is not heralded with pomp and show. It’s not easy.
Let the world not know me. I do not feel the need to answer to anyone who asks – ‘but how can you not raise this? How can you let them do this to you? What do they take you for?’ Not even when I am sometimes, in an ego-driven moment, asking myself the same questions. It seems to me too close to the typical existential Delhi query: don’t you know who I am?The problem begins when we try to pass on these truths to others. For my truth is not the same as my voters’s Every truth lies embedded in the process of self discovery. In short, you find your own verities and they remain yours as long as you are around and then, one day, when like Puff the magic dragon you disappear, your truths go along with you. What remains is an unupdated Facebook page, a twitter ID gone silent, a book or a song you loved, a poem you carried in your heart, or a dream you once saw and never forgot. Or best of all, the love of a woman you lost, a child you watched growing up, an enchanting lie that died with you.
My take on it is: Maybe you don’t need to know, maybe you won’t understand even if I told you.
I know who I am, and that is quite enough
Datuk Johari Abdul Ghani triumphed over Ahmad Zamri Asa’ad Khuzaimi ’s racialist politics No matter what happens, Malaysians must now put the electoral results behind us and try to look forward. It is time for national reconciliation. For those who have won should do as much soul-searching as those who have lost Malaysian politics is changing. … Read more
