PrincipalMediaplusResearchConsultancy, 74. (26 years old)
[CILISOS note: Our interviewee asked us to use this name]
My friends and I were attending a party on the eve of May 13, 1969 to celebrate a friend’s birthday at her house in Old Klang Road when we first heard the news about the curfew on radio. We decided to end the party and send everyone back.
Early next morning, my mother woke me up to say that our neighbor wanted to speak to me. When I went down from the second story-flat, he told me that there were bodies floating in the nearby Klang River and asked me to help fish them out.
Ignoring my mother’s protests, I went with him to the river bank. Using long bamboo sticks, we managed to pull three bodies to the edge of the bank. I remember that one of them had the head cut open, presumably by a parang.
That was when the soldiers came and chased us away, saying that we should be indoors because of the curfew.
I decided to volunteer with the Red Cross where my friend and I became part of the hastily-created Social Services Committee. They gave us curfew passes and put us in charge of night duty for sending relief supplies to affected families in the city.
We spent the next few months going around in my car helping to distribute food parcels and medical aid. Needless to say we encountered many scenes of destruction along the way, particularly in the Chow Kit area. The most vivid memory etched in my mind was that of burning shop houses, including a photo studio along Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman.
PrincipalMediaplusResearchConsultancy, 74. (26 years old)[CILISOS note: Our interviewee asked us to use this name]My friends and I were attending a party on the eve of May 13, 1969 to celebrate a friend’s birthday at her house in Old Klang Road when we first heard the news about the curfew on radio. We decided to end the party and send everyone back.Early next morning, my mother woke me up to say that our neighbor wanted to speak to me. When I went down from the second story-flat, he told me that there were bodies floating in the nearby Klang River and asked me to help fish them out.Ignoring my mother’s protests, I went with him to the river bank. Using long bamboo sticks, we managed to pull three bodies to the edge of the bank. I remember that one of them had the head cut open, presumably by a parang.That was when the soldiers came and chased us away, saying that we should be indoors because of the curfew.I decided to volunteer with the Red Cross where my friend and I became part of the hastily-created Social Services Committee. They gave us curfew passes and put us in charge of night duty for sending relief supplies to affected families in the city.We spent the next few months going around in my car helping to distribute food parcels and medical aid. Needless to say we encountered many scenes of destruction along the way, particularly in the Chow Kit area. The most vivid memory etched in my mind was that of burning shop houses, including a photo studio along Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman.
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