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There is a well-known book by Ludu U Hla, one of the
foremost literary figures of modern Burma, about the heart-rending
fate of young prisoners. The title of this book translates literally
as Caged Young Birds Inside Cages. During the last seven years many
young people have been put into the prisons of Burma for their part
in the democracy movement. But it is not about them that I would
like to write today, it is about the other young people, those who
are left outside when one, or in a few cases both, of their parents
are imprisoned for their political beliefs.
Throughout the years of my house arrest my family
was living in a freed society and I could rest assured that they
were economically secure and safe from any kind of persecution.
The vast majority of my colleagues who were imprisoned did not have
the comfort of such an assurance. They knew well that their families
were in an extremely vulnerable position, in constant danger of
interrogations, house searches, general harassment and interference
with their means of livelihood. For those prisoners with young children
it was particularly difficult.
In Burma those who are held to endanger state security
can be arrest under a section of law that allows detention without
trials for a maximum period of three years. And prisoners, who have
not been tried, are not entitled to visits from their families.
A number of political prisoners who were placed in jail for their
part in the democracy movement were kept without trial for more
than two years. For more than two years they did not see their families
at all. Only after they were tried and sentenced were they allowed
family visits, permitted once a fortnight, lasted for a mere 15
minutes at a time.
Two years is a long time in the life of a child. It
is long enough to forget a parent who has vanished from sight. It
is long enough for boys and girls to grow up into young adolescents.
It is long enough to turn a carefree youngster into a troubled human
being. Fifteen minutes once a fortnight is not enough to reverse
the effects on a child of the sudden absence of one of the two people
to whom it has habitually looked for protection and guidance. Nor
is it enough to bridge the gap created by a long separation.
A political prisoner failed to recognize in the teen-ager
who came to see him on the first family visit after more than two
years in detention the young son he had left behind. It was a situation
that was familiar to me. When I saw my younger son again for the
first time after a separation of two years and seven months he had
changed from a round faced not-quite-12-years-old into a rather
stylish "cool" teen-ager. If I had met him in the street I would
not have known him for my little son. Political prisoners have to
speak to their families through a double barrier of iron grating
and wire netting so that no physical contact is possible. The children
of one political prisoner would make small holes in the netting
and push their fingers through to touch their father. When the holes
got visibly large the jail authorities had them patched up with
thin sheets of tin. The children would start all over again trying
to bore a hole through to their father: it is not the kind of activity
one would wish for any child.
I was not the only woman political detainee in Burma:
there have been -- and their still remain -- a number of other women
imprisoned for their political beliefs. Some of these women had
young children who suddenly found themselves in the care of fathers
worried sick for their wives and totally unused to running a household.
Most of the child- ren, except for those who were too young to understand
what was going on, suffered from varying degrees of stress.
Some children who went to elitist schools found that
their schoolmates avoided them and that even teachers treated them
with a certain reserve: it did not do to demonstrate sympathy for
the offspring of political prisoners and it was considered particularly
shocking if the prisoner was a woman. Some child- ren were never
taken on visits to prison as it was thought the experience would
be too traumatic for them so for years they were totally deprived
of all contact with their mothers. Some children who needed to be
reassured that their mothers still existed would be taken on a visit
to the prison only to be deeply disturbed by the sight of their
mothers looking wan and strange in their white jail garb.
When the parents are released from prison it is still
not the end of the story. The children suffer from a gnawing anxiety
that their fathers and mothers might once again be taken away and
placed out of their reach behind several barriers of brick and iron.
They have known what it is like to be young birds fluttering helplessly
outside the cages that shut their parents away from them. They know
that there will be security for their families as long as freedom
of thought and freedom of political action are not guaranteed by
the law of the land.
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