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Rachel Goldwyn "The Express"
Burma Out! makes no comment upon what follows.
Why? Because we have yet to read it. So? In an
effort for fairness, you can judge for yourselves,
whether from what follows, Rachel Goldwyn and
family are friends, foes or just out for a jolly good time.
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Burma : Riots have a way of cheering people up
From Seattle to Sydney
RELAXING: In the garden of her parents' home in south-west London
They placed a white hood over my head and marched me to my cell
RACHEL Goldwyn was jailed for seven years hard labour in Burma for
singing a pro-democracy song. While in jail she suffered psychological
abuse at the hands of her captors and witnessed the full horror of a
regime run on fear.
But Rachel, 28, the youngest of three daughters, was freed after two
months thanks to her parents who convinced the authorities she was part
of a normal English family and not a revolutionary.
Here, in her own words, Rachel reveals what drove her to give up her
freedom for a country on the other side of the world and why she will
fight on until Burma achieves democracy 'The secret police who monitor
foreign tourists had been watching me earlier in the day. But now it was
4.45pm and with my heart pounding I checked the area: no soldiers, no
police. As my protest banner unravelled, people stopped to stare:
demanding human rights in Burma is a jailable offence.
Chained to a street sign, I began to sing. I had arrived in Burma three
weeks earlier but had planned for a year to fill these streets with
words of democracy and freedom - to stand up for oppressed people who
have no voice.
I knew I would be arrested, maybe worse, for the simple gesture of
showing support by singing a pro-democracy song. A sea of quizzicle
faces amassed in front of me, the hubbub of shoppers and traffic fell
silent. And the expected response was rapid.
My protest lasted 13 minutes before four plainclothes officers wearing
sarongs dragged me off to a police station 200 yards away. I was
handcuffed and people were taking my mugshot. I kept trying to break the
tension by sticking my tongue out. At the police station tensions were
running high. But in a country where people are shot dead for protesting
it was a relief to have been detained unharmed. However, I was alone and
at the mercy of a military regime that has no respect for human rights.
I had told my parents and my two sisters that I had gone to Germany as I
knew they would try and stop me from going to Burma.
I had been brought up to fight for what I believe in. My mum Charmian, a
doctor, and dad Edward, who is a TV producer, had instilled in the three
of us - Ruth, Naomi and me - to stand up for other people and those who
cannot defend themselves.
That has been extremely important to me. But it was my oldest sister
Ruth who gave me my political education. Even as a 12-year-old she had
taken me on political demonstrations. Having worked as a producer for
television documentaries and studying at university I thought I was
worldly wise but nothing could prepare me for Burma. I knew my family
would find this difficult but I also knew they would understand. It was
only later that the Burmese would use them and our very close
relationships to undermine me.
My first taste of Burma's 50-year-long forgotten war - in which tens of
thousands have been killed - was in a refugee camp on the Thai-Burma
border.
It was 1997 and for me the start of two years travelling in the Far
East, the majority spent working as a teacher in the camp. It was there
I saw many victims of Burma's oppressive regime. They had escaped from
forced relocation into concentration camps and from being used as human
mine sweepers.
Many of the women had been raped. All bore deep scars. One of my
students, Nyu Min, described how, at the age of 8-years-old, his father
had been dragged from his side and murdered by the military for
suspected resistance involvement. At 16 he himself had joined the
resistance, and now wanted to learn English to tell the world of his
people's suffering.
"We want democracy, to end the tyranny of military dictatorship" a
frightened young national confided, "but we're terrified to protest. On
the 8th August 1988 thousands of peaceful demonstrators were
massacred in the streets by the military, if we protest again on the 9th
September...I don't want to die." I had longed to divulge my plan to him
but couldn't take the risk, fear and tight control has bred a society
riddled with informers. Armed with these horrors I had to make my stand
and felt ready for the inevitable interrogations that would follow my
arrest.
When it came, I had a screaming row with one officer. "How can you live
with yourself, working in a regime that butchers innocent people, that
commits genocide against the ethnic minorities, that rapes women to
breed out ethnicity?" I demanded of my interrogator. He and his fellow
officers must have been taken aback. I was demanding more answers from
them than they of me. I'd heard of brutal tortures under interrogation,
of cigarettes being burned into flesh, of beatings, of standing up to
your neck in a pond of maggots, but I was lucky.
Deprived of sleep, day two of the interrogation began. Requests to call
the British Embassy were denied and officials lied. "We're just holding
you for questioning, you'll be released soon," they told me. Lies, lies
and more lies. Only by putting myself at risk could I achieve my rights.
At 4am I announced I was going on hunger strike. Three hours later - on
the 9th September (9-9-99), I was moved to the notorious Insein jail --
a name that spreads terror for the torture and suffering inflicted on
it's 11,000 prisoners.
"Poun san" the jail supervisor shouted, standing above me, arm raised to
strike. Poun san, the humiliating and degrading position of subservience
all prisoners must perform takes various forms: sitting, standing,
squatting, and on tip toes, for beatings. All new prisoners spend
several days in a jail instruction room where they must learn poun san
and suffer regular beatings to break their morale. Intense international
media interest saved me this horrific experience, I suffered only
intimidation but I learnt it nonetheless. The clanking of prisoners
chained together at the ankles rang in my ears. A white hood was forced
over my head and I was marched to a solitary cell, two-and-a-half metres
wide, with a wooden slat bed, a little plastic bucket and a water pot.
They offered meals of boiled egg, rice and fried vegetables twice a day,
but I refused. I hadn't eaten anything for five days by this time. They
became really worried about my health, taking my blood pressure and
weight. In my cell I reflected on my situation and where they watched me
24 hours a day. I'd expected to serve a year for my "crime", but since
James Mawdsley, another English activist who had been arrested for
distributing pro-democracy leaflets a week earlier, had been sentenced
to 17 years I wondered if my incarceration would be longer. I'd heard
from London about James' sentence days before I was due to make my
demonstration, but decided to go ahead.
Now, as a result of my hunger strike, my brain became sluggish, my
movements slow. The heads of the jail threatened to put a tube down my
nose and to take away my water if I didn't eat. Some of the time I could
handle it - at others I thought, 'Aargh, I want to go home'. I had a
hard time coping with going to the toilet with an audience but I got
used to it.
The other difficulty was the isolation. It was very lonely. I lived my
life through four female wardens who didn't speak English. They were
kind but it's an incredibly hard situation to cope with. We had a lot of
jokes but there were also times that I got infuriated because they
peered in at me through the bars. But I learned to be patient and how to
get myself heard.
These, however, were minor irritations compared to the violent treatment
of Burmese political prisoners on hunger strikes: 18 inch rods shackled
between the legs, in 6 foot dog cells, beaten twice daily. My close
friend and colleague Ko Aung, who served 5 years and 7 months as a
political prisoner in Insein had his water pot smashed by angry wardens
trying to break the hunger strike. After 9 days and close to death, he
and the other prisoners conceded.
I passed the time by exercising. I also walked around the room a lot,
murmuring songs to myself - prisoners were not allowed to sing.
Gradually I was allowed access to books and learned to read and speak
the language a little. I was allowed outside walking time and supervised
use of a pen. Seven days after my arrest, I finally received my first
Embassy visit. International law states it should be within 48 hours.
The Vice Consul presented me with a desperate letter from my parents,
begging me to behave, so that I might return home as easy as possible. I
knew that my incarceration would upset my family, and had shut this out
of my mind. But here were the words of parents sick with worry. My
cockiness left me, my body crumpled into poun san and, humbled, I
returned to her cell.
Two days later my court case formally opened. The night before I had
marched around my cell, planning my defence. I thought of Ko Aung who
had been kept in a 20 ft deep pit for six days with a rotting human
corpse. I had asked him what to do if I felt afraid. He'd told me to
remember that I was in the right.
I hoped I could force the British government to stand up for the Burmese
people. Yes, I was ready for court but nothing could prepare me for the
anger of the junta. Camera flashes in my face, videos everywhere, I was
whisked into the Insein courtroom, notorious for never having acquitted
a defendant. The decision was made before the trial began. The verdict:
Seven years with hard labour...' ?TOMORROW: THE ORDEAL OF RACHEL'S
PARENTS
© Express Newspapers, 1999
Follow the plea by Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, and the appreciations
of HH the Dalai Lama, the Shan Democratic Union, film maker John
Pilger, the Free Burma Coalition, author Alan Clements, Dennis
Skinner MP, Tony Benn MP, Ann Clwyd MP, Congress-woman
Maxine Waters, Socialist Workers' Party, Dr and Welsh rugby
star JPR Williams, Hendrix bassist Noel Redding, S African jazz
pianist Abdullah Ibrahim, All Burma Students Democratic
Organisation, All Burma Students Democratic Front, Tasmanian
Trades & Labour Council, SACP (South African Communist Party),
COSATU, Tim Gopsill, editor. The.Journalist@xxxxxxxxxx, and
numerous others.
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