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Close
the door! It's windy!
Take me home!
These are not the words of a normal person.
They are the words of an activist in the Myingyan prison
in the middle of Burma. They are the words of a man suffering from
mental illness because of the terrible conditions.
The person who cried like this was San Tun. He was a second year
mathematic student before his arrest. He was put alone in an 8'x13'
cell for years with no one to talk to. Everyday since arriving in
Myingyan prison, he had been suffering from fear and want. Now,
this man who was born a bright, normal person had become abnormal.
When I was thinking about him in my cell, the sound of beating
came from his cell. A high-ranking prison staff shouted at him,
"Hey man, why are you shouting? This is not the residence of your
mother's partner! This is special jail. Do you want to die?"
San Tun was not the only one suffering from mental
illness in Myingyan prison. Almost all activists who experience
daily torture and ill-treatment are susceptible to mental illness,
of which there are varying degrees. Naturally a human being is not
accustomed to torture, harshness and cruelty. So, the life of a
prisoner in a Burmese prison is unnaturally controlled and manipulated.
This treatment can affect a person's mind.
Political prisoners are forced to sit in the poun-zan
position, which is used to destroy a person's dignity, for one or
two hours while the rest of the criminals sit for no more than half
an hour. Bathing time in Myingyan prison is set by the prison authorities
and can vary from day to day. We were also forced to perform meaningless
tasks such as: polishing the iron bars to make them as bright as
platinum; polishing the ground as smooth as concrete; and catching
flies.
We were given only unhealthy food. If we talked to
the prison staff, we had to bow to the ground. Again, this was an
attempt to degrade us. We were not allowed to talk to our fellow
prisoners in neighbouring cells. Moreover, we were not allowed to
share meals and or anything with them. All activists are placed
in prisons very far away from their hometowns. As most political
prisoners' families are poor, this means they receive very rare
visits and hardly any support from their families.
We were brutally beaten if the authorities found
us talking and sharing things. They wanted to destroy the political
way of life such as cooperation and working together for the sake
of others. They wanted to divide us. That is why political prisoners
in Myingyan prison bathed one at a time. Moreover, the rest of us
had to sit with our backs to our cell doors so that we couldn't
see the other prisoners going to bathe. They searched our cells
every day. If they found a piece of paper or even a rice seed in
our cells, we were beaten and our legs were put in iron shackles.
When we asked for more food, we were beaten. These were the terrible
conditions of our daily life. Don't do anything without approval.
Stay at the place you are ordered to. In prison, we activists were
regarded as animals under the control of the authorities. This is
one of the reasons the activists suffer from mental illness after
being in prison for years. Whether intentionally or not, it affects
our psychological condition. An example is when we sat in the poun-zan
position, they shouted, "It's not low enough!" "Your dressing style
is not tidy, fix it right now!" "Polish the iron bars again, it
needs some brightness!" "Clean the cells they are not perfect!"
Like San Tun, another activist who became mentally
ill in Myingyan prison was Aung Naing. He was accused of blowing
up the Tanyin petrol refinery, outside the capital Rangoon. He went
insane, after experiencing the tortures of Myingyan prison. I recall
a regretful event involving him and another prisoner. One day, one
of the activists in a nearby cell threw a snack bag to him. He unintentionally
cried, "The big bag is falling! The big bag is falling!" Both of
them were beaten.
Aung Naing's mental illness was not left in the prison
when he was released. It followed him throughout his whole life
like a black shadow. His condition deteriorated outside prison.
In his house, he behaved like he was still in prison. He slept on
the floor and when his family served him a delicious meal, he asked
to have a prison meal. His family members said in tears that he
refused the meal they had prepared. He cried, "I will have the same
meal as my fellow activists in prison." Now, he is not in the world
any more. He passed away as a result of the mental sickness he got
in prison.
Like him, another activist who died after release
from Myingyan prison was Mayanthee, a Hindu man. He was in good
health before his arrest. Ko Khin Maung Shwe of Monywa and Ko Aung
Lin of Rangoon are still in the lunatic asylum after their release.
Recently, there has been bad news that a prominent
activist Dr. Zaw Min has been suffering mental illness in Mandalay
prison. He became well known for his political intellect. He is
still imprisoned even though his prison period has already been
completed. As far as I know, Ko Kyaw Lwin, Ko Thiha and Ko Than
Htut a.k.a. Balagyi have had the same experiences as him - Ten years
in prison and mental sickness. When things like cars or houses are
destroyed, they can be restored or replaced. However, we can't re-establish
our lives in this way, no matter how much money we spend.
Some members of the international community are dealing
with the Burmese military government despite the ill treatment and
psychological torture of its political prisoners. These governments
and organizations shouldn't neglect the stories of these men who
have lost, or are losing, their sanity at the hands of this military
dictatorship.They should consider this as they continue to water
a poisonous plant.
The current media sometimes mentions prisons in Burma.
However, the media is not able to cover the whole experience of
an activist in the infamous prisons of our country. Some sections
of the media neglect to mention the continuing torture and ill treatment,
which happens daily in Burmese prisons. We feel hot when a coal
from the fire drops on our feet. This kind of culture cannot attack
the injustice in this world. It also cannot afford for the sake
of peace in the world.
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