Of Hope
I wonder if we in Malaysia will ever come close to what the United States achieved today. Or if I will see it in my lifetime. I’ll try to be optimistic
As Oprah Winfrey who was in tears when Obama gave his speech said: “Hope has won.”
I wonder if we in Malaysia will ever come close to what the United States achieved today. Or if I will see it in my lifetime. I’ll try to be optimistic
As Oprah Winfrey who was in tears when Obama gave his speech said: “Hope has won.”
Here’s the story:
HAVING toiled their ancestral land for generations, growing tropical fruits, leafy green vegetables and hill padi, a group of farmers only have one wish — to become proud owners of land titles.
“We have native customary rights over the land we live and work on, but from what has happened to villagers in other parts of the country, we know that we will not be safe without land titles issued by the government.
“About nine years ago, there was some hope when we were told we will soon get titles. Today, we are still waiting,” said Linus Leo Lansama, the headman of Kampung Kibunut in Penampang, about 45 minutes away from the bustling city of Kota Kinabalu.
The fear of one day being forced to abandon their homes and farms is real not just for the 700 Kadazandusun people at Kampung Kibunut, but also for the millions of indigenous communities worldwide who are often marginalised when governments fail to recognise native traditions and institutions practised before modern laws were written.
In Malaysia alone, indigenous people from more than 80 ethno-linguistic groups make up about 4 million, or some 15 per cent of the population, but are collectively among the poorest in the country following non-recognition of their rights, according to findings of the Indigenous Peoples Network of Malaysia (JOAS).
Now that Malaysia has voted and adopted the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of the Indigenous Peoples (UN-DRIP), there is some hope for indigenous people to uphold their rights, although it is at the same time becoming increasingly clear that the road ahead is not going to be smooth.
A recent march by JOAS members to hand a memorandum to the Yang di-Pertuan Agong at the Istana Negara was stopped half way through by the authorities, and just days later, Orang Asli Affairs Department director-general Mohd Sani Mistam said natives had nothing to do with the event, claiming that they were easily influenced by NGOs “harbouring certain agendas.”
JOAS president Adrian Lasimbang begged to differ on Mohd Sani’s allegation that the march was an attempt by certain parties to hijack the Orang Asli agenda.
Lasimbang pointed out that unlike the department (which only has jurisdiction over indigenous people in peninsula Malaysia), JOAS is made up of and governed by indigenous peoples’ organisations and that non-native people who joined the march had done so with consent.
“We find it insulting that in this day and age the department still thinks of indigenous people as being unable to make up their own minds and that if we are not convinced by the department’s policies, we must be influenced by some other body.
“It is our continuing poverty, bad interpretation of customary rights and international rights are reasons we came up with the memorandum for the King.
“We are asking for Malaysia to implement locally its commitment to UN-DRIP which contains the conditions necessary for a fully developed and secure indigenous community. Indigenous people whether from Sabah, Sarawak or peninsula Malaysia are an integral part of this nation and our issues need to be discussed in public spaces and not swept under the carpet,” Lasimbang who has for many years been involved in working with indigenous people mainly in his homestate of Sabah, said.
One of the requirements of the UN-DRIP is that indigenous people must consent to giving away land which they have rights over, and in the event that they do so, adequate compensation must follow. The same document also states that indigenous people cannot be forced out of their land and territories for relocation programmes without “free, prior and informed consent.”
According to Lasimbang, consulting natives on what they want is important as it empowers them and provides communities with an opportunity to have a say in programmes which governments claim would help eradicate poverty.
“But today, there is a big gap. Native customary land is taken away without consulting indigenous people, who are then told that large plantation schemes are aimed at creating job opportunities for them.
“The indigenous people do not want to become employees on land they have rights over. Once they are not needed, or if the company running a scheme pulls out, they will be jobless and landless. How will this reduce poverty? Sometimes there is a feeling of hopelessness,” he said.
Lasimbang shared that in the case of Sabah, native chiefs were removed from district level land utilisation committee meetings more than a decade ago, proving his point that there was almost no recognition for native customary rights.
Partners of Community Organisations (Pacos) Land Rights programme co-ordinator Galus Atos said he has found that civil servants in charge of land matters in Sabah are ignorant about native customary rights although it is recognised in the state’s Land Ordinance.
Atos said according to the legislation, any indigenous person who has lived on a piece of land for more than three years and has worked on his plot can remain there as provided for under native customary rights.
“In many cases, land is awarded to outsiders and natives end up in police lock ups when they protest. When I bring up the fact that natives have rights over land, staff at district offices are often ignorant that it is provided for in the law.
“I met one villager who travelled the whole day by boat to the Tongod district office (in central Sabah) to check on his land application, only to be told that he will have to come back another day. At that same district, I have seen villagers who have been displaced when land was awarded to plantation companies from outside. These villagers end up at the sides of roads, or they move in with relatives.
“Land is the root of everything. If indigenous people have land, they can work on it and feed their families. When they don’t have land, youths seek jobs in the cities and many end up doing wrong types of work, which then leads to social problems,” Atos said.
Consulting and empowering indigenous people is all that the government now needs to do, meeting its obligation to the UN-DRIP which has entered its second year. Until then, Lansama and other natives will continue to plant crops until their land is pulled from under their feet.
Customers can choose to boycott restaurants or retailers who charge exorbitant rates. Yes, we have the power to do that. On Wednesday, after more than a month of observing the price of nasi campur (mixed rice) go up, three of my friends and I decided we had had enough. We’ve stopped eating at Krishna Curry House in Asia City, and it was not an easy decision cause we’ve had lunch there almost everyday for more than 2 years. The final test was Milo O that we ordered on Wednesday at 6pm. It was literally “see through” and had no taste, so we asked Nani, a restaurant staff to add Milo. She returned a few minutes later, and our drinks did not taste any better.
When she came over to collect payment, she said our drinks were RM2 each because we had asked to add Milo. I argued that the drink was so “thin” it would be unfair to do that. So she said we can pay RM1.40 which is the regular price. I gave her RM2, and so did my friends. But we also told her we were not coming back. She admitted several customers had complained as well and explained that the price of petrol and diesel have gone up. All four of us were very quick to respond that fuel prices have come down twice in the last month or so. The poor girl started sweating and was very apologetic. We told her not to fret, as she was just doing her job. We then asked her to pass a message to the owner — that we, REGULAR customers (waitresses even know our names) were no longer going to eat there.
We now go to Pete’s Corner which serves excellent drinks and meals for a lot less, and to Fook Yuen. We are also going to venture out to Asia City Complex which has a number of food outlets.
Yes, we consumers, have the power to choose. And yes, we have spoken loud and clear. I am sticking to my decision, and I hope my friends do so too.
When the price of petrol first went up in June, I coped. As a single professional living in the not-so-expensive Kota Kinabalu, I just forked out an extra RM30 to get a full tank. When it started to cost more to buy Devondale milk (from RM4.60 to RM6.20), I started getting worried, not for myself, but for those who have several mouths to feed on a small pay. When CNN brought me over to the United States through my TV screen to see multi billion dollar bailouts, I still kept my chin up.
But tonight as I sit here on my couch at home, I have a lousy feeling that something bad is going to happen to the country. TV3 reported that up to 50,000 government contract workers may see their contracts terminated by year end (thats two months from now) because there may not be enough money in the coffers. Minutes later, the business segment reported that the KLCI is now at 891 points. Earlier in the day, I received an email from a concerned friend, who suggested that we should keep whatever cash we have, settle loans and not to take fresh loans as we are heading into a recession.
When the 1997 financial crisis happened, I wasn’t alarmed. Maybe because I was 24, had just started working that same year and felt my fate was best left to the country’s leaders. Today, all I see on TV are parliamentarians bickering over the dumbest things instead of cracking their heads to find a solution, or at least cushion the impact. I dont know about you, but for the first time in my adult life, I feel helpless. At an age when I should be breaking free to explore new opportunities, all I see is a black wall. It used to be so, so, so far away. That wall is now smack in my face. I feel like a 4-year-old all over again. A 4-year-old who needs her mummy and her papa to hold her hand and tell her everything will be all right when she has a fever. Today, I feel like I’ve been “orphaned” by the very people voted in to be the country’s caretakers.
Last Friday, a news report highlighted by The Breakfast Show on NTV7 caught my eye. The hosts were discussing a story my colleague Julia had written in the NST on the plight of Pilatus Sahajiman and Malccolm Edvin who were “talked out” of sitting for their Year 6 compulsory exams three years ago by their principal. Their parents are now claiming that they were called for a meeting with the principal, who was not named in the report.
The parents say the principal told them the boys were academically weak and that if they sit for the Ujian Penilaian Sekolah Rendah (UPSR), they would pull down the school’s performance and “humiliate” the school as well. Pilatus’ father accepted what the principal said, thinking that perhaps it was government policy. Pilatus went on to Form 1 but soon lost interest and now does odd jobs cleaning heavy machinery and washing tractors when he should actually be in Form 3. Malccolm has stayed on in school, but his father says the boy has low-self esteem because of what happened three years ago.
The parents have since, with the assistance of Inanam Assemblyman Johnny Goh, filed a complaint with the Sabah Education Department. According to the newspaper report, the department has promised that ”investigations are under way.”
I sincerely hope the Education Department and its director, who was just last week conferred with the second highest honour by the Head of State, will actually take action and not just offer lip service.
I also hope the department will go to the ground to gather feedback from parents, especially in rural areas, on problems they face in making sure their children get quality education. I remember visiting a rural school in northern Sabah on a Thursday … and everyone had left for the weekend. It is no wonder that today we see hundreds of children (not immigrants) working at shops, car wash outlets and in restaurants. Two weeks ago, I bought vegetables from a boy opposite the secondary school I attended. The only reason I stopped to buy vege was because I wanted to speak to the boy. He shared that he is 11, from a northern district in Sabah, and doesnt go to school because his family has no money. Then I entered a nearby shop, and saw another boy about 11 as well, carrying a box of sundry items on his tiny frame. A few months back, a colleague and I stopped at a car wash outlet in Ranau, and there were 5 boys there aged 12-13. All of them come from the same village, and say they would rather work because their parents are just too poor.
Is it just poverty that is keeping these children out of school, or are those entrusted with the responsibility of encouraging these potential future leaders to stay in school turning them away? Caring society? I dont think so.
In January 2008, I visited several villages in northern Sabah with the United Nations Development Programme (UNDP). Unsealed dusty roads and homes built from plywood and zinc greeted us in Kanibongan, Pitas. I was not shocked as I had seen worse. But I was shocked and sad to the bone when we met a young mother who had to feed her baby with a mixture of rice and water because the family cannot afford to buy milk.
I have no idea how baby Lanora is today, 10 months after our visit. She suffers from epilepsy and though her parents have taken her to see the doctor, travelling to the nearby district hospital is a costly affair and when she has fits in the middle of the night, there is nothing much the family can do. Baby Lanora’s story is just one of many in remote parts of Sabah, and I believe in other parts of Borneo too. Her mother, Isrin, is 20 and looks under-nourished, her father John is 50 and she has an older sister aged 5 years who thankfully is healthy. Her step-brother, who is 25 lives with the family in their one room hut is mentally ill. (John’s son from his first marriage, his wife has passed away).
I wrote a feature published the same month in the New Sunday Times, titled “Empty Pockets on Rich Soil.” How true. Sabah is a rich state, yet we have Baby Lanoras among us. I was told that a Sabah State agency disputed my piece, saying that John was crazy and that is why his family was in that condition. Well, from what I observed, the officers from the government agencies refused to even get near the house, so the question of claiming Baby Lanora’s father is mad doesnt even rise.
The fact is: 42 per cent of children in Sabah are living in poverty based on latest findings by the UNDP. In other words, more than 4 in 10 children.
The fact is: The government has “spent” billions of ringgit to help these people. I wonder where the money has gone. Several billions more have been pledged. Either funding is being planned without taking into consideration the needs of poor people (what they need instead of imposing programmes on them), or some people have become very rich.
The question is: When will the talk stop? When will we see action?

Mum Isrin feeding Baby Lanora on 6th Jan 2008 at Kanibongan, Pitas, Sabah.

Isrin, Baby Lanora, John and the baby’s older sister at their one-room home
Welcome to Dreamy Borneo, a blog I created within 10 minutes on a cloudy Friday afternoon. I chose the name “Dreamy Borneo” for a number of quickly thought up reasons.
Reason number 1: I like to dream. Am always dreaming. Like most of you, I too want to strike the lottery and spend my days doing my hair and going for massages. I want to travel 5-star (why not?). I want to spend my days volunteering for those who need help. Dreams. Too many dreams. Maybe one day my dreams will all come true. And I pray yours do too 
Reason number 2: Borneo is the third largest island on our planet and is home to so many important stories, which I hope to share with you through this blog. The Malaysian states of Sabah and Sarawak, the Indonesian province of Kalimantan, and the Sultanate of Brunei Darussalam shape this island. This island is rich in culture, heritage, exotic wildlife and plants, majestic landscapes and a colourful underwater world. I live in Sabah on the northern part of Borneo, and I want to bring you stories of its beautiful people, many who still live in interior reaches, its wonderful animals and plants, and age-old traditions.
Reason number 3: As we move into a highly-materialistic world, where personal interests often overtake collective needs of a community, expect to read and listen to the many media channels available out there on what it must be like for the cleaner who earns RM400 a month to feed her brood of five, or what it must feel like to live in a one-bedroom plywood shack with 10 family members and nothing much to eat. I plan on posting these “everyday issues” in this blog so that when we dream, let us not forget that those who are not as privileged, too, have dreams.
Happy reading