Running scared?

Okay, let's return briefly to the March For Justice leisurely walk at Putrajaya yesterday.

First, here is a picture that I've taken from Raja Petra kamaludin's Malaysia Today (there are more photos there):


Now, to put you in the right context, some excerpts from Patrick Teoh's blog, Niamah!!!:

Soon after I arrived I saw a squad of Federal Reserve Unit men, all dressed up in full riot gear, march up the steps of the POL and position themselves across the main doors. As if to prevent anybody from entering the building at all. Across the road I could see what would have looked like SWAT snipers on the roof of the buildings. A noisy police helicopter buzzed the area. The red FRU water cannon trucks rumbled by and parked within sight of all concerned. And on the perimeter of the Palace Of Justice steps policemen, uniformed and plain-clothed walked about busily speaking unsmilingly into squawking walkie-talkies. I looked around. With everybody smiling, laughing, talking loudly, slapping backs it all looked like we were on a Hollywood film set. All that hullabaloo for what was simply a group of peaceful, concerned Malaysians who wanted to tell their elected government, "Dei! Something is very wrong here la. So right the wrongs."

Jeez...in the first place, the government cannot even differentiate what's peaceful and what's not. If a group of lawyers and their friends want to go see the Prime Minister to present a memorandum to him, why make it so difficult? If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to be afraid of.