Malaysia: A Tale of Hang Tuak and Hang Jebon

May 23, 2016

Malaysia:  A Tale of Hang Tuak and Hang Jebon

by Dr. Azly Rahman

Malaysia’s : Hang Jebon-The 1MDB mastermind

When I was 10 or 11, I wanted to be either Hang Tuah, Hang Jebat or Bruce Lee. For those not familiar with the names, I will skip explaining who Bruce Lee was. One may check his Facebook page to find out who the San Francisco-born Chinese-American-Philosophy-major warrior was. Tuah and Jebat did not have Facebook accounts. Not even Linkedin profiles.

I worshipped Tuah and Jebat, I even wanted to be both heroes in one – like a Nescafe 2-in-1 sachet.

I would lock myself in my bedroom at times, put on my baju Melayu Johor, kain samping, a paper tanjak or headgear, and with my paper-made keris, I’d be Hang Tuah fighting Hang Jebat. I’d jump up and down the bed yelling words like “Cis bedebah kau! Mati kau!” (You son-of-a machine-gun you! Die you, die!)  before I plunge my kris into myself as I was playing both roles – Tuah and Jebat.  I was not sure which one was a better hero or a better moron of Malacca times.Today – I have killed both of them.

Here is the story of the re-branded heroes Hang Tuak and Hang Jebon; the former a warrior drunk with moronism and the latter a gangster and a playboy-warrior. ‘Tuak’ is a Malay word for ‘palm wine’ and ‘Jebon’ is a mongoose.

Hang Tuak was said to be the most loyal and most celebrated Malay hero of 15th century Malacca; a hero endowed with special powers to serve the king. He was said to be a polyglot as well, able to speak multiple languages while able to defeat top-notch fighters from neighbouring kingdoms, especially Majapahit.

He was also an expert kangkong eater, able to trick his way into getting a glimpse of the face of a Ming Dynasty emperor by pretending that he was swallowing the Chinese salad heads-up. I suppose the great Chinese sultan looked as pretty as a Hong Kong version of Shah Rukh Khan that no one is allowed to even look at his face.

The Hang Tuaks led by a Mr. Kulup

For Hang Tuak to gain access to that face – that was a most remarkable and celebrated achievement of the Malay warrior when it comes to fine and acrobatic dining. Had he stayed longer and ate more kangkongs, Tuak would have taken selfies with the supreme ruler of the dynasty, right there in the middle of the middle of the Middle Kingdom.

Hang Jebon was Hang Tuak’s BFF or best friend forever until one day he found out that Tuak was wrongfully sentenced to death by the sultan who loved women and would steal other people’s wife and daughters or even concubines and grandmothers if they look like Marilyn Monroe or Lady Gaga.

Yes, because the sultan was angry that his favourite warrior-terminator did not get to kidnap one Tun Teja of Pahang and instead the fool fell in love with Madam Teja.  (Note: Teja is not to be confused with Madam T, the wife of ‘Mr T’ the African-American TV hero with the mohawk.)

The gorgeous Teja perhaps looked like Katherine Hepburn in Truman Capote’s ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’. Tuak was unlucky in that mission impossible and was sentenced to death ; maybe to death by tickling till he turned pink and red and then died.

Chosen by the Mandate of Heaven

That was a form of slow death, arguably pleasurable those day before lethal injection. And that was how sultans acted those days. If you are a sultan chosen to rule by the Mandate of Heaven by some Divine Daulat, you could do anything – do good to your slaves or ‘hamba sahaya’ as well as have as many concubines that your harem can accommodate and steal other people’s wife or daughter or steal even royal goats and orangutans.

There were some bad sultans back in the day, mind you. Some may have kept both concubines and porcupines as well.

As God-appointed rulers, you can have all the nice designer clothes you want, sit on the most exquisite diamond-studded throne till you constipate, eat caviar all day, summon the Malay court  dancers to even dance like Janet Jackson or have them do the locomotion, and even have 10 gold-plated bullock carts to bring you and your palace gang members around the village-kingdom, reminding people that a sultan can do no wrong and is above the law and that going against them will have you arrested and coconuts will be shoved down your throat, as the mildest punishment.

That was the power the sultans gave themselves. Back in the day, if you laugh at a prince who could not kick the sepak takraw ball right you could end up dead as well. Maybe stoned to death with a hundred of those hard rattan ball. Those were the days – of the Malay Harry Potter days – when sultans were also carried around the village in what looked like stretchers crafted by the best adiguru (master artisans) with chair design expertise.

One of the sultans even died on a ‘dulang-looking stretcher’ in Kota Tinggi, when he was murdered with a keris by his own laksamana. His story was told as ‘The Story of Sultan Mahmud Mangkat di Julang’. He was an evil sultan who did not like people stealing fruits from his kebun/orchard. Especially buah nangka or jackfruit. He does not care if you are a pregnant woman craving for a piece of jackfruit.

Back to the two Hang men – Tuak and Jebon.

Hang Najib’s generous friends from Saudi Arabia–USD681 million Gift

So as the legend goes, Jebon was extremely angry and, in the spirit of Che Guevara and the infidel Fidel Castro, decided to revolt and take over the kingdom. Not only the sultan had to go into hiding in some ‘batu-belah-batu-bertangkup-looking’ cave but Jebon was smart, in the tradition of womanising-smart he learned from the sultans – he took all the sultan’s concubines as well all for himself.

All those Marilyn Monroe, Lady Gaga, Madonna, and even Beyonce and Kim Kardashian and Kaitlyn-Bruce-Jenner looking Malacca concubines were made his. Jebat the silat-smart Darth Vader-like warrior took them all and had a lot of fun in the process of fighting for justice. Fighting for Tuak his BFF.

It is like today’s ethos – to be a politician means to serve and to steal. And to do these big time. Tuak and Jebon were the favourite lakshamanas (‘admirals’)  entrusted to keep the sultans in power and in lust all the time. There were handsomely rewarded.

The legend and nothing more

So, that was the story of the two Malay warriors of Malacca times. That was the legend and nothing more. One cannot even do a DNA testing on those two Hangmen, There is no point spending time debating ‘cogito-ergo-sum-ness’ of the two. No point using a Descartian logic to prove their existence.

All those Marilyn Monroe, Lady Gaga, Madonna, and even Beyonce and Kim Kardashian and Kaitlyn-Bruce-Jenner looking Malacca concubines were made his. Jebat the silat-smart Darth Vader-like warrior took them all and had a lot of fun in the process of fighting for justice. Fighting for Tuak his BFF.

It is like today’s ethos – to be a politician means to serve and to steal. And to do these big time. Tuak and Jebon were the favourite lakshamanas (‘admirals’)  entrusted to keep the sultans in power and in lust all the time. There were handsomely rewarded.

The legend and nothing more

So, that was the story of the two Malay warriors of Malacca times. That was the legend and nothing more. One cannot even do a DNA testing on those two Hangmen, There is no point spending time debating ‘cogito-ergo-sum-ness’ of the two. No point using a Descartian logic to prove their existence.

But Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat were my heroes. I love them. Not anymore after they had a name-change: Hang Tuak ‘the forever drunk’ and Hang Jebon ‘the original Malacca  gangsta’.  That leaves Bruce Lee and me, myself and I as the two heroes. The Nescafe 2-in-1 me.

Malays of today do not need Tuaks and Jebons as heroes. Malays don’t need to glorify these names and confuse children what a ‘hero’ should mean. A moron is not a hero. A moron does not think. They follow the money and those with power. We have so many ‘Hang Sapu Habis’ heroes propped up in our midst.

The hero is the self – the kingdom within larger that the outside – the child that refuses to bow to authority, especially if the authority is based on the system of moronism etched, archived, and embalmed in the past.

That we call tradition and history must be integrated with Philosophy and there is nothing wrong in using the tools of today’s philosophical discourse of what is right and what is wrong in rewriting the past and killing past morons hailed as today’s heroes. That is our task in education for critical consciousness. Dare we rewrite the history of our own people – so that each of our children will triumph as hero?

Comprendo? As Che Guevara would ask.

In Memory of Adlan  Benan Omar

The Day Hang Tuah Walked Through My Door

This is a short story by Adlan  Benan Omar – a fellow lover of history and a dear friend who died on Thursday, 24 January 2008. He was only 35. Those of you who know him will remember Ben’s almost encyclopaedic knowledge of Malay history

There can perhaps be no fitting tribute to this remarkable young man, and no better way to remember him, than to reproduce this short story by Ben, which not only highlights the passion that he had for Malay history, but also shows a bright, intelligent mind that was a breath of fresh air and a shining light in contemporary Malay culture.

I continue to remember Ben with great fondness

The Day Hang Tuah Walked Through My Door 

by Adlan Benan Omar (1973-2008)

Everyone knows who Hang Tuah is. Everyone knows that he was a great warrior, that he was loyal to his king, that he fought and defeated Hang Jebat in a gruelling duel. But I knew more about Hang Tuah than anyone else. No… I didn’t read more than anyone else (how much more could a twelve-year-old have read anyway?). I knew more about Hang Tuah because he came to live with us a few months ago.

Yes, you heard me right. Hang Tuah did come to live with me and my family. Abah took him home one day. He had found the old man walking around the local playground one evening, while he was out jogging. It was getting dark and the old man had no place to go, so we took him in. Mak was not too happy about that, she thought the old man looked crooked. He was dirty and he didn’t wear shoes. Mak said that people might think our family has gone weird. Abah just laughed. “Kasihan …dia orang tua,” he said.

My friends didn’t believe me at first. They thought I was dreaming, or making things up, or just plain lying.

Azraai said that the old man was an alien from Mars and not Hang Tuah. Eqhwan laughed at me and said that either I or the old man must be mad. Anuar said that if Hang Tuah was still alive I wouldn’t be able to understand what he said because he spoke classic Malay like in the hikayats. Hilmi (our local school’s smart alec) tried to explain to me that the Melaka Empire was no more and that Hang Tuah was just a legend. He said that if Hang Tuah was still alive he would be at least five and a half centuries old and the latest edition of the Guinness Book of World Records stated that the oldest man in the world lived only to 120 years. Only Farid sympathised with me… and that was because he had an imaginary friend whom he always took along to play marbles with us.

I really didn’t care what they said. I knew that old man was Hang Tuah. I know because I asked him myself.

The morning after we took the old man in, Mak asked me to wake him up for breakfast. I went to the spare room and found that he was already awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a blue batik bundle on his lap.

“Jemput makan, Tok,” I said, politely.

“Terima kasih,” he said.

I was curious, so I asked, “Apa dalam buntil tu Tok?”

“Barang Tok… barang orang miskin,” he replied.

Then he opened it up slowly. I saw him fiddle for something, then he took out a long keris with an ivory sheath. It was at least a foot long and studded with jewels.

Hang Tuah Sketch

“Ini keris Taming Sari,” said the old man.

I snickered, “He! He! He!”. I thought the old man was joking. Everyone knew that Taming Sari belonged to Hang Tuah and that it must have disappeared with its master.

The old man looked up at me. His eyes stared into mine. I felt a little queasy at that. His expression changed, he began to look angry. Suddenly his eyes drooped and he looked more hurt than angry.

“Kenapa cucu gelak?” he asked.

“Tak ada kenapa,” I answered, a little frightened.

“Tok tahu, cucu ingat Tok bergurau.” I kept quiet.

He began again, “Inilah keris Taming Sari yang sebenar. Ini keris Tok sendiri.”

“Kalau begitu Tok ni tentulah…”

“Hang Tuah,” he interjected, “nama Tok ialah Hang Tuah.”

“Tapi Hang Tuah sudah mati.”

He laughed, “Tidak, Tok belum mati. Tapi Tok sudah tua…”

“Berapa umur Tok?” I questioned.

“540 tahun.”

Mak didn’t really like Tok Tuah. But she didn’t say anything when he just stayed on and on in the house. She didn’t say a word when Abah and I took him to Hankyu Jaya to get some new clothes. She just kept quiet when Tok Tuah joined us to watch TV in the living room after dinner. I told her (and Abah) that the old man said that his name was Hang Tuah. She wrinkled her face (and Abah just laughed).

It was a Wednesday night and RTM had a slot then called “Teater P. Ramlee”. It so happened that they were showing Phani Majumdar’s “Hang Tuah”. P. Ramlee, so young and thin, acted as the hero and the late Haji Mahadi was Sultan Mansor Shah.

Hang Tuah4

When Jebat got killed, Tok Tuah pipped in, “Tidak langsung macam tu…”

Abah stared at Tok Tuah. Mak stared at Tok Tuah. I too, stared at Tok Tuah.

“Aku sudah tua masa tu, Jebat muda lagi. Jebat kuat. Dia sepak aku hingga aku tertiarap, kemudian aku berguling. Aku himpit dia. Aku kata sama dia ‘baik sajalah kau mengalah’. Apa gunanya kita dua bersaudara bergaduh?”

Mak started to look worried again.

“Jebat tak mati.”

Abah looked surprised. He said, “Habis tu, apa jadi pada dia?”

Tok Tuah said, “Aku tak mahu Sultan bunuh dia. Aku tahu Sultan zalim. Jadi, aku sorokkan dia di Ulu Melaka. Macam Tun Perak sorokkan aku masa aku difitnahkan. Lepas Melaka kalah dengan Portugis, Jebat ikut aku merantau.”

I said, “Bila Jebat mati?”

Tok Tuah laughed, “Jebat belum mati. Baru tahun lepas aku jumpa dia. Dia meniaga di Kedah.”

“Meniaga?” I said.

“Ya, Jebat duduk di Kulim. Dia meniaga kereta. Apa tu? Kereta ‘second-hand’ kata orang. Proton, Honda dan Nissan. Laku jualannya. Banyak orang beli.”

One day, I took Tok Tuah on a walk around KL. He got bored just sitting in our small bungalow in Bukit Bandar Raya. So after school, we took the mini-bus to Central Market. Tok Tuah really enjoyed the walk. “Banyaknya orang…” he wondered. We ate at McDonald’s. He  didn’t like the cheeseburger (well, he didn’t like the cheese, though he loved the burger itself). After lunch, we went to Muzium Negara.

I showed him the frieze of a young Hang Tuah which was sculpted by an Englishwoman in the 1950s. It showed a handsome Hang Tuah in ‘Baju Melayu’ and ‘samping’. He was holding Taming Sari in his hand.

“Siapa tu,” Tok Tuah asked.

“Itu Tok-lah. ltulah orang putih gambarkan sebagai Hang Tuah. Hensem, kan?”

Tok Tuah chuckled, “Apa tulisan atas tu?”

“Ta’ Melayu Hilang di-Dunia. Eh, takkan Tok tak ingat? Itu kan Tok yang cakap dulu?”

He kept quiet. Slowly he mumbled, “Ta’ Melayu Hilang di-Dunia? Tak ingat pun.”

Suddenly, he started, “Oh! Bukannya Ta’ Melayu Hilang di-Dunia. Silap tu. Tok tak pernah cakap macam tu…”

“Habis tu?” I asked.

“Masa tu Tok tengah pergi masjid untuk sembahyang Maghrib. Isteri Tok ikut sekali. Dia tengah ambil air sembahyang di tepi perigi, kemudian kakinya tergelincir. Dia terjatuh masuk. Orang ramal pun menjerit-jerit sebab perigi itu dalam. Apa lagi, Tok pun terjunlah untuk selamatkan dia. Isteri Tok bukan sebarang orang, namanya Tun Sa’odah, anak Bendahara Tun Perak.”

“Kemudian?” I urged.

“Bila Tok bawak dia naik, Temenggung Tun Mutahir ketawa. Katanya, Tok sayang betul pada isteri Tok. Tok pun jawab, “Mestilah… Ta’ Isteriku Hilang di-Telaga. Jadi, mungkin orang silap dengar…!”

Tok Tuah stayed with our family for more than six months. He stayed at home in the first few weeks but he felt guilty not doing anything to contribute. So, one morning, he followed Abah to work. Abah was manager of a factory in Sungai Buluh which made video tapes and CDs. They needed a new ‘jaga’ or watchman. Tok Tuah got the job. Abah said, “Who better to guard us than the great Malay admiral Hang Tuah?”

The workers got along well with him. Amin, Abah’s driver, said that Tok Tuah told them lots of funny jokes about Sultan Mansor of Melaka and his fifteen wives. Tok Tuah also got to know Rajalinggam, the sweeper, who he said reminded him of Mani Purindan, the father of Bendahara Tun Ali. Like Rajalinggam, Mani Purindan too came from Tamil Nadu and cooked delicious dhal curry.

One morning, my teacher at school said, “Tomorrow I want you all to bring a model of an old artefact. Then I want you all to explain its importance in front of the whole history class.”

Hilmi (always the teacher’s pet) spent days working on a matchstick model of the Kuala Lumpur Railway Station. Azraai decided to build a spaceship instead. Eqhwan bought Anuar’s origami keris for fifteen dollars and brought that to school. Farid asked his imaginary friend to draw a picture of Mel Gibson as Sir William Wallace. I? Well, I just brought Tok Tuah along.

My teacher was flabbergasted. She said, “Why have you brought this ‘jaga’ along?” I smiled, “He’s not just a ‘jaga’. He’s the great warrior Hang Tuah!”

My teacher said, “I’ll call your father and tell him you’re playing jokes in class.”

“Please, Cikgu. Just listen to what he has to say,” I insisted.

Tok Tuah stood in front of the class. He coughed. My teacher sighed. I smiled. My friends sneered. “Assalamualaikum,” he said. “Wa’alaikum Salam,” we answered.

Tok Tuah began his speech. He started out by saying that the Melaka we read about in the history books was very different from the real Melaka. He explained how the Sultan used to let anyone come to the palace with any complaints at all, and he would settle it there and then. He told us that he and his four friends used to go on tours to Pahang and Terengganu and Ujung Tanah, even to Siam, on great galliards with five big sails. He described to us that Melaka had 120,000 citizens, each of whom had land and houses of their own and that no beggars were allowed to go even a day without food and shelter. He mimicked Sultan Mansor’s snarl, and Tun Perak’s twitching handlebar moustaches and Jebat’s swaggering walk. Finally, he told us how Melaka got corrupted by its wealth and warned us not to do the same now.

That day, Tok Tuah got a standing ovation. Even Teacher clapped. I got an ‘A’ for History.

Tok Tuah died seven weeks after that. He was 542 years old. It was during the Puasa month and he took the LRT from Sungai Buluh. He wanted to stop and buy some sweetmeats (he absolutely loved ‘pau kaya’). When he arrived at Chow Kit station, he collapsed on the platform with a massive stroke.

They rushed him in an ambulance to Kuala Lumpur General Hospital but he was already gone. He didn’t feel a thing.

We buried him at Ampang Cemetery, right across from the grave of Tan Sri P. Ramlee, who played him in that film. I visit the grave sometimes just to tell him that I’m now a lecturer in Malay History at Leyden University.

I still remember the day he walked through my door. It’s as if it was just yesterday. Ah, well… By the way, did I tell you I met King Henry VIII whilst I was studying in Cambridge? He worked as a night porter at my college. But that, as they say, is a different story.

12 thoughts on “Malaysia: A Tale of Hang Tuak and Hang Jebon

  1. A celebratory piece by Azly Rahman for my 77 moment. It is a funny and biting piece of sarcasm. No wonder Malaysia is a butt of jokes around the world.–Din Merican

  2. Datuk Din Merican and Dr Azly Rahman- may I add the following:-

    Entri Fonetik Kelas Kata Makna Ayat Dialek. Sebutan Ayat Maksud Ayat “jebon”:-
    1.Kata nama kiasan bagi seseorang yang buas, nakal atau hodoh.
    as in- Perangai budak tu macam jebon, selipa cucoq ubi pon dia kebaeh. Bahasa bakunya-Perangai budak itu macam jebon, selipar jepun pun dicurinya.
    2. mengambil sesuatu tanpa izin, mencuri.
    as in- Perangai dia macam tu dah, mokalu bekenan satu-satu barang mesti dia gabuih. Bahasa bakunya- Perangainya memang begitu, jika berkenan pada sesuatu barang mesti dicurinya.

    equivalent to bewak gabok i.e pencuri, pencuri besar (bahasa kasar)
    as in- Malam kemaren bewak gabok masok rumah pengulu, dia kebaeh duet dengan barang kemaeh habeh. Bahasa bakunya – Malam kelmarin pencuri telah masuk ke rumah tok penghulu, habis dicurinya wang dan barang kemas.

    Hang Tuak- memang tepat sekali; kaki mabuk i.e. mabuk duit la tu….

  3. Try reading a piece by the late Adlan Benan Omar ‘s ” The Day Hang Tuah Walked Through My Door “. It’s a masterpiece.

  4. It just got reported that Malaysian students continue to shun STEM subjects. With our leaders all have graduate degrees in F*** Y**, it’s surprising any students want to study proper courses at all

  5. For all of Dr. Azly’s “warrior-like bravado”, imaginary or otherwise, he still couldn’t bring himself to cite our local female beauties as quintessential examples of Malacca Malay historical sex objects.

    Instead he used Marilyn Monroe, Lady Gaga, Madonna, and even Beyonce and Kim Kardashian and Kaitlyn-Bruce-Jenner. Herein the point he was trying to make was sadly missed.

    But all in all an enjoyable piece and perhaps one small attempt at a “Malay Renaissance” of sorts, albeit too stand-up-comicky.

  6. Sorry to digress, anyone here can explain what the deal is between Wee Choo Keong and Air Asia? The obvious is Air Asia suing him BUT what has MAHB unconfirmed debt got to do with Tourism Malaysia or him?

    Is it they say a falling out of Air Asia and Najib? But why other BN Minister also think he is an idiot?

  7. Who was Hang Tuah really? (Siapa dia Hang Tuah yang sebenarnya?)

    It looks like the Malaysian Institute of Historical and Patriotism Studies (IKSEP) chairman Adjunct Professor Datuk Dr Mohd Jamil Mukmin has lost the debate about the existence of Hang Tuah and for him to say that, “DNA test to prove his existence would be a ‘waste of time’,” looks like someone who has raised the ‘white flag’ as a sign of defeat. He probably knows that there is no dead body in the grave known as ‘Makam Hang Tuah’ and no DNA could be found if a test is carried out. Even if there is one, it probably did not belong to hang Tuah and the question is, how does one carry out a DNA test and determines the DNA of a person without any references?

    Hang Tuah was actually the creation of the British before they came to colonise the country (the then Malaya). They had to find the most effective way to control the people of Malaya before they decided to come here.

    Many local historians, including those who teach the subject at our local universities, did not know that the British had been around this part of the world 500 years before they colonised Malaya in the 19th century. Some were traders, some were adventurers, some were mercenaries, some found their way here after their ship which were supposed to take them to Australia lost their way and some were members of the British military advance parties and others.

    Many Portuguese soldiers who joined the Portuguese Navy to attack Malacca were actually British mercenaries and among their tasks were to gather as much information about Malaya as possible.

    The British will never invade any country without first carrying out a thorough reconnaissance and appreciation (using military terms) and they are known to be very detailed in their work. Due to the distance involved and several ‘mysteries’ that needed to be cleared, it took them a long time to study the Far East region where Malaya is located and they only came to this side of the world in the 18th century, first as traders and later as a fully armed and fully equipped flotilla.

    In the mid-18th century, British firms could be found trading in the Malay Peninsula. In April 1771, Jourdain, Sulivan and de Souza, a British firm based in Madras, India, sent Francis Light to meet the Sultan of Kedah, Sultan Muhammad Jiwa Zainal Adilin II, to open up the state’s market for trading. Light was also a captain in the service of the East India Company.

    The British first became involved with Malay politics formally in 1771, when Great Britain tried to set up trading posts in Penang, formerly a part of Kedah. The British colonised Singapore in 1819 and was in complete control of the state at that time.

    Read more here:

    Here’s the rest of the story (in Bahasa).

    Secara ringkasnya, analisis saya adalah seperti berikut: Pihak British mendapati orang Melayu sungguh nasionalistik dan sungguh handal sebagai pahlawan dan demi menjaga kedaulatan negara dan ini telah menimbulkan kesulitan kepada mereka lebih-lebih di dalam mengaut keuntungan negara ini yang mereka perlu untuk di bawa balik ke negara mereka untuk membangunkan negara mereka serta memberi pekerjaan kepada rakyat mereka sambil membangunkan ekonomi negara mereka.

    Tanah Melayu (Malaya) pada masa itu sangat kaya dengan sumber alam dan sumber bumi dan potensi untuk mengeluarkan produk-produk seperti getah dan bijeh timah (tin) yang diperlukan oleh negara-negara seperti Amerika dan Eropah yang digunakan untuk membina industri kelengkapan peperangan mereka untuk mebekalkan senjata untuk negara-negara yang terbat didalam Peperangan Dunia Pertama. hampir 100% getah yang diimpot ke Britain dijual kepada negara Amerika dan pihak British hanya menjadi agennya sahaja.Ramai pejuang-pejuang nasionalis Melayu menentang penjajah British kerana berbagai sebab yang kita semua telah maklumi dan ini telah membuatkan mereka, pihan penjajah British, memikirkan satu strategi ‘perang saraf’ yang boleh digunakan untuk mengawal dan seterusnya menindas orang-orang Melayu. Kelulusan untuk mengeluarkan barang-barang dan produk-produk dari tanah Melayu hanya memerlkukan tandatangan Raja Melayu di negeri-negeri yang terlibat dan mereka (Raja Melayu) tidak ada kekuatan ataupun ‘kuasa’ untuk menentang apa-apa saja yang pihak penjajah British mahukan (kalau mereka melawan, mereka akan ditangkap, disingkirkan ataupun dibunuh).

    Penjajah British tahu yang orang Melayu sangat taat kepada Raja dan tidak akan ingkar atau pun melawan kehendak Raja dan dengan sebab itulah penjajah British telah menimbulkan satu ‘propaganda’, iaitu menciptakan seorang pahlawan Melayu sebagai satu ikon yang sangat kuat, berdarah Melayu, berhati Melayu dan berbudi dan bersopan sebagai seorang Melayu tulen serta seorang yang mengamal budaya dan ada istiadat Melayu. Maka, timbullah sebuah kisah yang dinamakan ‘Hang Tuah’.

    Ikon ‘Hang Tuah’ pahlawan Melayu telah ditulis oleh seorang pendita yang memang pakar didalam penulisan karya Melayu iaitu Munshi Abdullah. Hang Tuah, di dalam Hikayat Hang Tuah yang ditulisnya adalah seorang Melayu yang kuat agamanya, dan ikon ini menepati apa-apa sahaja dan segala-gala sifat yang orang Melayu mahukan dan yang boleh digunakan sebagai identiti seorang Melayu dan dia, seperti yang telah saya katakan diatas, sangat taat kepada Rajanya dan sebagai satu ‘twist’, Hang Tuah juga mengamalkan ‘ketaatan buta’ dimana hanya dengan mendengarkan fitnah sahaja, dia sanggup membunuh kawan karibnya Hang Jebat yang disifatkan sebagai pemberontak dan Hang Tuah juga sanggup menyerahkan kekasih yang amat dicintainya , Tun Teja, kepada Raja hanya untuk membuktikan ketaatannya kepada Raja. Itulah Melayu!

    Hang Tuah tidak ada tertulis didalam mana-mana buku sejarah yang diiktiraf kerana dia adalah khayalan dan ciptaan penjajah British semata-mata dan di dalam buku hikayat Hang Tuah, kekuatannya bergatung kepada Keris Taming Sari yang mempunyai banyak kuasa dan Hang Tuah tidak mati, dia ghaib.

    Pihak penjajah British sehingga sekarang berjaya memanipulasi pemikiran dan minda Melayu sehingga sekarang dengan mempersekutukan ‘Hang Tuah’ dengan orang Melayu tidak kiralah yang dia sebenarnya seorang yang bodoh dan penakut.

    Tengoklah sahaja kerajaan kita sekarang.
    See accompanying report below, ”

    ‘No need for DNA test to prove Hang Tuah’s existence’

    As – Salaam. HAK

  8. That British creation is now so conveniently used by Najib and his cahoots. He has taken over the role of king (Raja or Sultan), the latter iis now one of the subjects.

  9. /// …a sultan can do no wrong and is above the law and that going against them will have you arrested and coconuts will be shoved down your throat, as the mildest punishment. ///

    And the more severe punishment will be to have coconuts shoved up your …..

  10. Din, what happen to your friend Hang Kebun?
    Hang Kebun is gone. Only a lot of Hang Bodek Najib left and that includes Tunku Aziz. –Din Merican

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