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It was in our adulthood. We young people appreciatively
had long hair, bell-bottom pants and long-sleeved shirts for a couple
of years. At the same time, we were introduced to dynamic music
songs on the radio. And not only songs, but also self-defense sports
such as judo and karate attracted the youth. We had some challenges
among ourselves, and then fighting followed. It became a tradition
in that period. Basically, it was rude behavior. However, with those
actions, they vented their anger at the so-called Socialist regime
that had undressed from their military uniforms and cracked down
on the people.
During that time, we university students were put
in prison. One of my prison mates, a lawyer called Kyaw Linn, named
that period "the long-haired revolution" because over 2000 of the
students who participated in the U Thant demonstration had long
hair. Actually, we not only had style, which changes over time,
but also activities for the country and people. To give some examples,
we participated in June 1974 labor strike and student demonstrations.
I sometimes think about those activities and am reminded
of someone. He is Ko Tin Maung Oo, a Chin ethnic student who was
the first political prisoner to face the death sentence after the
Socialist military junta took power in 1962.
I can still hear his speech. "Look back at the year
1962. Students were brave enough to participate in political activities---".
Under the hot afternoon sun, holding a microphone in one hand and
standing on a car, he talked to students. It was during the U Thant
demonstration. The junta had been jealous of U Thant, a Burmese
diplomat who became Secretary General of the United Nations (from
1961 to 1971). The junta was running the country into isolation
and economic ruin; U Thant was receiving international respect for
his handling of various crises during the Cold War era. After he
died in New York, his body was flown back to Rangoon, but the junta
ordered that no state official should meet the body and he would
be simply buried like any other ordinary person. His body was disrespectfully
laid out at an old racetrack. The people and we students became
angry with the junta and gathered there. The sun was on our heads.
We were thinking about what to do next, when we heard someone shout.
"Now, we students are going to manage the funeral!" It was Ko Tin
Maung Oo. The crowd applauded his announcement and four or five
Red Cross members who were near the corpse left. Students took responsibility
for holding a dignified funeral.
Thus, on December 10, 1974, we were put in prison
for opposition to the government. Over 5000 people were arrested
and about 520 were sentenced to four to ten years imprisonment.
Ko Tin Maung Oo was not included in the arrests. However,
in prison, there were plenty of rumours about him: He was shot dead,
he had betrayed the student activities, he had joined an ethnic
armed group etc. Within two years, while prison conditions deteriorated,
he was arrested and sent to the prison with other student leaders.
Strikes began after the junta made a new constitution
announcing that there were no political prisoners. It meant that
we were not political prisoners anymore and we had to behave like
criminal prisoners. The labor unionists and student activists including
high school students inside the prison rejected the authorities'
idea and refused their unjust orders. We decided that our next step
would be a hunger strike. Consequently, the prison authorities cracked
down on us brutally. We were beaten and pulled out to the cells
on death row. Some of us passed out. 5 to 8 of us were put in the
8' x 12' cells . We secretly planned to continue the hunger strike
until we died. We were all very young, aged between 15 and 25 years
old.
The experience was totally terrible. The weather was
hot and we weren't allowed change of dress. For the toilet, there
were only two bowls at the corner of the cell. Those two bowls were
full and overflowed with urine. The cells were very small so we
had to stand up.
Eight people were given the death sentence. Ko Tin
Maung Oo was one. They were fed good rice with thick pea curry in
the morning and meat curry in the evening. They shared their quota
with the prison staffs and sometimes with us. However, we did not
want to take those special meals from the people who were waiting
to be killed.
One day, one of the cell-mates who went outside to
clean the toilet bowl came back with a letter from Tin Maung Oo.
He used to talk with his close friends while pretending he was exercising.
He was handsome as he had a tight muscular body and healthy skin.
While exercising in short pants, he was like a beauty king.
While we started to read the letter about the hunger
strike in Hall 3, a prison officer came in and seized it. We shouted
at him as he beat our friend who had brought the letter. The staff
also shouted at us from the corridor. Tin Maung Oo arrived near
us then. "Give the letter to me!" he ordered the staff, who handed
it to him. After reading the letter, he chewed and swallowed it.
And then, he challenged the staff in a karate position, "What are
you going to do to me? Do you dare to kill me? " We saw it clearly
as it happened right in front of our cell. The arrogant staff dared
not say anything and ran away.
Tin Maung Oo said, "There is a hunger strike in Hall
3. You guys need to participate. I don't know whether I'll be executed
or moved to another place." Then he ran away, the muscles on his
back covered in sweat. It made him like a stone statue. It was the
last time we saw him.
Two weeks later at 4 a.m. in the morning, we heard
someone shout. It was him. "Go ahead my comrades. I want to say
goodbye" The words were incoherent because the prison staff were
crying out loudly. They did not want the rest of us to hear Tin
Maung Oo. But I heard him and grit my teeth while I held the iron
bar. My heart was not strong anymore and I cried although I tried
to control myself.
Later, I gently approached the two criminals who sent
breakfast. They said, "Tin Maung Oo said goodbye to you all. However,
the staff yelled aloud and you were not able to hear him."
Tin Maung Oo who had said goodbye to us was not moved
to another hall or prison for a moment. He was sent to the place
where we could not reunite again. The authorities hanged him, destroying
a future prominent leader who opposed the junta. However, his portrait
is still alive in the hearts of current student activists as he
bravely gave his life for his beliefs. The hero of the December
1974 student movement will be alive within the history of the country
as there is a saying, "Martyrs never die."
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