i.
I did not know it was real or I was on the verge of waking up from my dream. I heard monks chanting, then a recital of some sacred poem and Thai music. The sound seemed to travel from the air out of nowhere (no.where/now.here).
I got up. There has been a wedding, which I was an assistant to a florist , then party, and going out to see a friend, back on a cab with my favorite late night ride. Checkpoints. There were a lot of police already at the wedding of two journalists. A taxi driver told me that the red shirt called for a protest on the 6th . So this might be a by-product of the upcoming political space reclamation?
The chanting had just subsided. I was also reading Donna Haraway’s A Cyborg Manifesto. Technology is in the air. It must have been a broadcasting of state or Bangkok’s ceremony through public PA. It did not sound like something from a television set. It eroded your barrier of not wanting to hear. Technology permeated the air in an invisible battlefield. I could feel it began, not on the 6th, but right at every moment a ceremony was performed, a semi-government day-off on the 4th, where people who “love” the country would be asked to stand waving their five stripes flags.
Creating the other.
If you can afford the luxury of not having to work to show you are a patriot, you might not be share realities of people who have to think, first, about making a living. I did not say they do not have any ideologies.
Siren. Many people have become allergic to the harsh sound of it.
For those of you who were thinking that this very society embraced differences, minorities and fragments. For those of you condoning “the” government has to do anything to prevent “evil.” I urged you to look again at blank confusion when people hear siren, see a group of police officers, feel the fractions between love and hate. The cost of capturing one man is killing this nation. We have, according to Rancier, the government that performs its task of categorizing and dividing majority from minorities or one against the other so well, it drives the wedge that spilt the nation even deeper, using an kind of tools at hand to hammer it in.
I am included in those people who do not mind at all of being the other. Some of “us” took pride to march to the peripheral, even if we were not born marginal. However, beside seminar sessions, class and what I am writing, there is other world that we seek to explain, the world we seek to put into abstraction, yet it was unyielding.
ii.
There are many red shirts with lovely puddles and board sky-train to protest, those escaped thin description of red shirts as “the rural (and/or) poor.” There were people tearing over Thaksin’s speech, while I was thinking that man is not the only path to republic or even democracy. I would not dare to ask why some people believed so. After all, we did not deserve a coup as a general punishment that some people like the man.
Additionally, less we forget that some Isarn people carried different memories and histories. There were people who went to the jungle, who were familiar with communism, who were ordered to be eliminated, who were the other and who know republic or communism are not such bad for them, but what some elders had been fought for. The histories of Thais killed Thais during this period, particularly among the ordinary people of the former red and pink areas of Isarn were not present in mainstream history. Even stories of famous people who went to the jungle are carefully narrated in public scripts. The histories of inequaities, injustice and oppression are being retold. I was wondering how many of such people are at the protest.
Political opinion was not a rationalized by reason. It was conviction and passion that someone will support “my” belief, my lifestyle and will ensure my protection and wealth. It was a measurement of “my” interests against manipulation of what politicians promise they can deliver. It is a race between politicians who would understand and address the wants and the needs of the people and political partners within and outside the parliament.
“I knew it by the amount of money left in their wallets. It is how good Thaksin ran the country. Now everything is expensive. The petrol price is rising.”
“Let people that like the party supported by the military suffered. Let them learn that the party will only make everybody poorer. The cooking oil and pork price had increased already.”
“They were selected by the amarts, to serve the interest of their bosses, but not that of the people.”
I wished they would be wrong. Yet, the defend budgets have been increasing steadily since the coup. Health budgets cut. To some media and bystander, they picked plutocracy rather than the good and the righteous. But winner defines what is true or good.
In the end, the party that promises more accessible wealth will win over “sustainable” living. Some say it is the decaying moral of the poor, but mister, People did not need re-education that they cannot eat. We also have to reexamine the “poor.”
Then some people in the government talked about RESPECT. We sure put the country and the people who agree to disagree in a very awkward situation, respect and soft preferences on political leaders and the future of this nation on one hand, chances of survival and their political preference on the other.
Welcome to the jungle.
I would not investigate why people who said they would protect the monarch from all harm carried Thaksin’s photo and they believe that the two can coexist. I would watch a perplex situation that defy the red, the yellow, capitalism, fake communism and also corny democracy…
Arguments and counter arguments flooded Pantip’s politic webboard. The underground was more extreme. In this country, you can get into trouble wearing wrong colors at the wrong places inter alia. We are helping state doing its performance to divide, aren’t we?
Nevertheless, taking a side and political participation marked by color is more fluid that ever. A person can wear an ideology. Ideology is reflected through fashion and body modification. Broad brim hats with banners. Wrist bands. Clappers. Are we also lost the meaning of actual participation? Each individual became an unofficial ballot, cast by physically be there at the protest and make up numbers for political legitimacy.
The red shirt, to me and a group of four other women at 13th April night were weary elders people and women occupying the road around the perimeter of the government’s house. Sure, they are not the same group as red shirt that cause riot. Many people were not sure if we can lump them as the same red. Anyone can wear red. The t-shirts cost only 100-150 baht.
“We should not give red shirts to military officers, they may wear red shirts and create riot,” said a women protester to her friends. Other nods in agreement. “We should let them starve. No water and food should anymore be given to them.”
Previously newspaper published photo of off-duty servicemen queue up to receive red-t shirts.
14th of April. The yellow media went to Nang Lerng to talk to people affected by the “red shirts.” The red media was banned from airing, because of the “Emergency Decree,” which was unfortunately enacted during Thaksin’s era. The general media reran footage of burned bus and red shirts people walking out of the protest site after an official self-dissolution. They were taken photographs along with their identification cards. No mainstream media questioned it. No national human right organizations protest the handling of red protesters. We were furious. We were relieved.
“I am partly glad that … was not there, otherwise they will be treated like criminals.” And we could not help feeling bad because apart from our friends, other were treated like criminals.
At Nang Lerng, a women in pink hired a motorcycle taxi to the army barricade and start verbal attack to the army, Nang Lerng people rushed out to her and cursed back. A young man beside me rushed out after an encouragement of fellow people. I held his wrist and said, “It is only one person, leave her alone, there are many people here that like the army… ”
“He lost his brother because of the red shirt attack,” a woman beside me said.
“Slap her.”
The crowd grew restless Finally some officers took the woman out of the crowd circle, she took the same motorcycle taxi and they ride away.
Land of smile abruptly disappear from my mind and I decided to go back to check coverage at another friend’s house. I was sprinkled with water along the way. Needless to say, the matter at Nang Lerng about the non-red mini-mob was not reported.
iii.
Just after the dissolution of the red protest, I got several distress calls.
“Did the ‘people’ lose?”
“The leaders lost. For people, it is the awakening. On the way to the train station yesterday, I talked to a taxi driver and he hoped for … ‘s intervention but that hope hasn’t come.
“Even he is red?”
“He told me he liked Thaksin.”
Now we look at the people, to bystanders, to people clad in colors in their hearts or their shirts and hope that in them, we can find hope.
“The people will come back. They will not lose.”
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Mainstream media only declared self-proclaimed “victory” of the government over self- dissolution of the red protest by the rest of leaders. It was speculated that some of leaders went out of Thailand already. Every bit of destruction supposedly committed by red shirt people was aired again and again. Interviews of concerned third party, namely, hotel business association, tourism industry reps and economic analysts predicted that the damage of “this” one is even worst than “that” one.
In our realm of factual manipulation, what would a bystander swayed to? The government or the people.
Who silenced the people and disrupted the quiet Sunday air?
I woke up this morning and I heard the chanting in the air, just like the “news” of the red people in mid-April. This very technology governed perceptions, the way we think or act toward people or even they way we see people as things.
Things covered by red clothes.
You did it well.