Monday, 23 June 2014

Elizabeth Choy and Lim Bo Seng



ELIZABETH CHOY


Elizabeth Choy, 29 November 1910 – 14 September 2006, birth name Yong Su-Moi, OBE, was a Singaporean educator and councillor who is regarded as a war heroine in Singapore. Along with her husband, Choy Khun Heng, she supplied medicine, money and messages to prisoners-of-war interned in Changi Prison in Japanese occupied Singapore during World War II.

An informant told the Kempeitai (Japanese military police) that the Choys were involved in smuggling money into Changi Prison, resulting in the arrest of Choy's husband. After several days, Choy went to the Kempeitai East District Branch to ask about her husband. The Japanese denied knowledge of him, but lured her back to the branch three weeks later and confined her with other prisoners. She was imprisoned and subjected to torture. Choy and severely beaten "on at least one occasion "During the torture, it was impossible to show defiance and be brave; it was impossible to suppress the screams, or to stop the tears and mucus from streaming down her face." Elizabeth Choy "... could not confess to something she knew was untrue. It would implicate others. It was not right and she could not do it. Not even if it meant more physical abuse at the hands of her jailors. The clothes that I had been wearing for 193 days smelt foul.”

Despite the severe torture, she always walked back to her cell with as much resolution as she could muster. She was far more concerned about the welfare of her cell-mates than her own suffering. Her compassion and selflessness, as well as the fact that she remained undefeated to the end won her the admiration of her fellow detainees. In recognition of her valour during the Japanese Occupation, Elizabeth Choy was awarded the Order of the British Empire in 1946.'

 DIARY

Dear Diary,

People can survive without food and water for a few days,
but they cannot survive without hope for even a second. 
How would you feel if you are being tortured continuously?
You would definitely feel dejected and depressed, right? 
Here I am, the only female, dejected and demoralized, 
kneeling in a dark and dank cell, with my treasured paper 
and pen as my only solace from this miserable world of grey.

Inside the cell, there is only a small tap and underneath it, a
hole meant for toilet purposes. Our daily business is 
conducted there in the vicinity of everyone. Being the only 
female there, you could imagine how mortified and 
distraught I feel. With more than 20 people here, packed like
 sardines, the foul and merciless stench of our sweat, 
human waste and stagnant water wafts through the air to 
every nook and cranny. At the side of our cell, there is a tiny 
hole, just big enough for our emaciated bodies to crawl 
through, to our doom; to the interrogation room.
Our daily meagre meals are shoved to us through the trap
door. Ravenous, everyone will eat up the last grain of rice.

The size of my waist has been shrinking significantly.


Our vindictive captors beat us up mercilessly, subjected us 
to electric shocks and pumped us up with water as part of 
the dreadful interrogation routine. The feeling of having my 
belly pumped full of water and then seeing the water gushing
 out of the body was excruciatingly agonizing, both 
physically and mentally. 

When the ‘wild boars’ (interrogators) could not extract any
 
 information out of me, they dragged my wretched husband 

from Outram Prison, tied him up and ordered him to kneel 

beside me. My husband had to suffer the sole burden of 

kneeling helplessly, witnessing the gruesome scene of
them, 
 applying electric currents to me, which sent my body into 

spasms while my tears and mucus fought for their way
The medals won by our war heroine, Elizabeth Choy,
 for her bravery (including the George Medal of Bravery Award)
out 

of my body, like villagers escaping from a raging inferno.

A warrant officer with the kempeitai, will reproach us when 

we are least expecting it. Fear and darkness are engulfing 

our once happy lives and morphing us into wretched beings, 

robbing us of our freedom.

It is the darkest period in my life for now. I feel as though I

 am living in a hellhole, with the interrogators sentencing us 

to bear the consequences of our unknown acts.

I do not know how long I will remain here, but I do know 
that, 
 no matter what kind of torture they may subject us to, no 

matter what kind of tactics that they will use to break down 

our spirit .I will remain firm and support my cellmates as 

much as I can, while we tide through this turbulent period 

where darkness prevails. Even the darkest night will end and 

the sun will rise. I believe that optimism is the key. It is the 

multi-coloured crayon that we can pick up to decorate this 
 
dull and vast canvas of life. Though I may be physically 

enclosed in the four walls of this prison, I will free my caged

 soul. No one, not even the Japanese, could restrict me 

from that.

DIARY (After War)
Dear Diary,

                Tomorrow’s dawn would be the end of one week 
since pancreatic cancer hit me. Before I see the angel of 
Death I would like to write this diary entry. Probably this
 would be one of my last entries and I want it to be a report 
of my life after the world war. I am trying my very best to forget 
about all the miserable happenings that I was put up to but 
my brain does not allow me to do so. After the Japanese flag
was raised down from the pole of the Lion City I could smell
 the new dawn of light. Has the sun always been this
Elizabeth Choy during her old age.
bright, or
 has the fog called war clogged my eyes? Although all my 
deeds in the war have won me the George Medal of Bravery
 Award, the award did not cure my hurt heart. My heart was 
like a wooden board with nails being hammered into it, even 
if the nails were pulled out, the marks would be there forever. 
I have went through sufferings that even a man could not 
bear living with. The bad memories caused by those 
happenings, killed me emotionally. There have been days I 
have cried thinking about them. I was asked many times 
about the names of the people who tortured me but I refuse 
to do so as I think they only behaved in such a way due the 
circumstances of war. I believe that they are actually good
 people at heart. I hope that such a war will only be the 
dust lying beneath, in the future.

 












 LIM BO SENG 



Lim Bo Seng, 27 April 1909 – 29 June 1944, came to 
Singapore from China at the age of 16 to study in Raffles 
Institution. After graduating from the University of Hong 
Kong, he returned to Singapore to manage his father’s 
business. When war came to Singapore in 1942, he was 
actively involved in anti-Japanese activities, including
joining 
Force 136. In May 1944 he was arrested by the Kempeitai 
and subsequently tortured when he refused to divulge 
information about Force 136. He died in prison a few months later.


Singapore Chinese Anti-Japanese Volunteer Battalion was later Force 136. One day, Lim Bo Seng was at High Street when he met a stranger who told him: ‘This war is going to make you famous and you will live to see it,’ 
  Force 136 was a British-led underground resistance group that operated in Malaya during World War II. There were about 50 members in the group which performed acts of sabotage and espionage against the Japanese.   Force 136
was disband after World War II ended, but tales of its members' heroic acts and bravery are legendary, still live on till this day.. Lim Bo Seng, was one of the leaders of Force 136.

Lim Bo Seng was captured as rebelled the Japanese. The Japanese tried to force Lim Bo Seng to cooperate with them but he refused.The Japanese even got Lim Bo Seng's friends in Singapore to come over to persuade him, but once again, he was not moved and refused. Instead, he told all his comrades to remain firm and do not surrender to the Japanese. He got betrayed and captured, a day after, Mr Tan Chong Tee, himself was caught by the Japanese. He was caught by the Japanese when he got ratted out by his friend, Mr Tan Chong Tee, as he was captured by the Japanese. He was captured when he was stopped at a checkpoint at Gopeng and arrested. Lim Bo Seng ignored all earlier warnings and pleas from his comrades about the harm of that mission, which was to revamp the entire intelligence network and raise refunds from his friends who are rich in wealth.



After he was captured, he was brought to Batu Gajah Prison, he was subjected to non-stop interrogations and torture by the Kempeitai.


Lim Bo Seng was already sick in health, having just gone for a haemorrhoids operation in India before arriving in Malaya.To make matters worse, he suffered from dysentary. Finally, on 29th June 1944, he succumbed under the painful suffering and passed away. He died to protect the identity of the ones whom are fighting the Japanese.

DIARY

Dear diary,

Another day of darkness. Another day of rain . The warm 
sunlight shines through the bars in my cell but I feel strangely
 cold. Memories of happier times spent with my family 
haunted me day and night and tugged at my entire being to
 make a break for it, but indomitable barbed wire fences 
enclose this hell-hole.

The kempeitai were savage beasts who  forced me to spill 
the beans , but as I live, I swear to myself that I will not resort
 to such dirty tricks that would be our country’s undoing .Our 
brave soldiers were willing to sacrifice their lives for our 
 country’s salvation and die at the hands of the enemy.
 I should not let their sacrifices be wasted.

Like a shipwrecked boat , I am stuck here in Batu Gajah
 Prison , hurled  with torrents of harsh interrogations and 
perpetual painful torture by the Kempeitai.. Despite all that
 has happened , I  still see a sense of empathy in my fellow 
countrymen ;a sense of understanding the known and 
unknown sufferings of others;a value so strong that the 
Japanese can never break and I resolve to protect it as I 
believe that alone we are strong, but together we are 
stronger.
Lim Bo Seng Memorial



I have a premonition that I will not live to see the dawn of a new era in Singapore . My health is deteriorating as I had an operation in India and is also suffering from dysentery. Right now ,  I am doing as much as I can to help my fellow comrades on the same boat tide through this hurricane ,because if I sink, I rather sink knowing the fact that my comrades had tried to protect me , than sink,knowing the fact that I was struggling for my survival all alone. 
 
War Heroes- WW2- a poem

The dark days of Singapore dawned,
and the grief of every soul grew.
The war broke with fights, as everyone was fighting for the country and for their lives
War heroes and heroines are those people which History will never forget
As if it does, there is no point of looking up at the Singapore History.
They dedicated their lives for the welfare of their people,
and never gave up in the fight for Singapore
How else can we thank these wonderful souls,
who compromised their comforts and lives for the sake of fellow Singaporeans?
Their footprint imprinted on History can never be washed away,
for us to learn from the past and apply the lessons learnt in the future.
To pay tribute to these people would be a good way of saying,
THANK YOU!
Reflections


Aishwarya (19): 
Singapore is now a peaceful and safe country for people to live in. The people of Singapore don’t really have the fear of terrorist attack or bomb blast in this current situation. And to give such a secure life for the people here, the police, the army and even the cleaners among us has done a part. I have always thought that for a safe and peaceful country all you need is a strong military and police force together with massive protective weapons. And I have also had an opinion that for all the peace and safety we are enjoying here is all because of our current police and military. But this trip has changed my view towards all these. For what we all are enjoying here, we have to thank our history and the people of our history, our forefathers. If not for their bloodshed, hard work or struggle towards independence, we would still have been a British colony or a part of Malaysia. I have learned to have peace we need more than defense or power. We need sacrifices, friendship ties with other countries and a lot of hard work towards making this country considered safe and secure to live in.
We went to the Changi Chapel Museum and Changi Beach as a learning journey for history. These were places where our history, during war, was highly respected or where our history happened. For example, the Changi Beach is a place where the infamous Sook Ching took place, where thousands of Chinese were killed. One value I have learned from this trip was to have hope even in the toughest time of life. In the war, many Prisoners of War were brought to the death railway to work. They were not given proper food or condition to live in. knowing the tough situation they lived in, they still had hope of survival and that hope even made some survive. For example, a group of women received permission from the Japanese Commander and made blankets for their family members or husbands in the prison to give them hope. One person who I want to learn from is Elizabeth Choy. She was a symbol of bravery during the war. She smuggled food and medicines to the POWs at Changi prison. She knew what she did was against the law during the war but she did not care as all she wanted to do was to help. These are only a few examples of the independence fighters’ characters. The history they have made is a lesson and a learning point for us.



Yong En (26):
Q1) Before embarking on this learning journey, if I am asked what is needed for a safe and secure country, I would probably give a flippant reply as I used to think that peace and security in Singapore can be easily achieved and is something that we can take granted of. After going on this learning journey, I learnt that what I thought was not true . I realized that in order to have a secure country; we should remain vigilant at all times. I learnt from my tour guide that though there were batteries and monster guns defending Singapore, they were inefficient as they were only good for puncturing warships. They would only explode a few minutes after they hit the ground thus allowing the Japanese soldiers to flee from it. I have also read in textbooks that the Japanese were trained in leadership and were very well prepared and versatile, unlike the British who were too complacent. These evidences showed me that no matter how powerful our weapons, we would still fall to an enemy if we were complacent. Therefore I believe that to have a secure country, Singaporeans must be vigilant. We may not be in the army, but we can help contribute to Singapore’s security by knowing well what we should do in the event of a terrorist attack by reading information booklets (on national defense) given out by the government, instead of mindlessly throwing them away. We should also report to the police whenever we see something suspicious.
I believe that we should also understand each other and set our differences apart, to become united as one Singapore. To have a secure and peaceful country, we should tackle internal threats effectively as they could disturb the peace of a country as much as external threats could. I think that the best way we can do so is by showing understanding for other ethnic or religious groups. I have learnt about how conflicts between different racial groups may lead to riots and an example is the Mariah hertogh riots in which the Muslims felt discriminated by the British who they considered as taking sides with the Dutch. Conflicts,when not settled, lead to riots and destruction of property and casualties inSingapore, like how external threats couldthreaten the peace of Singapore. During the learning journey, I have learnt about selfless war heroes and heroines. My tour guide told us about lim bo seng, who offered to share his food with his cellmates despite the fact the he was suffering from dysentery. He united his cellmates and inspired them to set their differences apart, and focused on helping each other tide through their turbulent period in the cell. As a result of his efforts to unify them, all of them had a better life in their cell, helping each other to survive. Though we may not be in a military branch in Singapore, I believe that we can all contribute to our peace in many ways. We can make friends from different racial and religious groups and get to know their culture, setting our differences apart, eradicating any sense of feeling of being treated discriminately or unjustly.
In a nutshell, I believe that we should not take the peace and security in Singapore for granted, and we should all be vigilant and set our differences apart, unifying to become one Singapore
2) One value that I have learned about responding in times of crisis is that we should be helpfulto our fellow countrymen either physically, mentally or emotionally.
During the learning journey to the changi chapel museum, I learnt about Gordon butler. He was known for his optimism during his tumultuous period as a prisoner-of-war and I learnt that what inspired him to be optimistic was because of one of his friend who offered to share a precious ball of rice with him, though he himself could’ve eaten it and satisfied his own hunger. He was inspired by that act of camaraderie and became optimistic, thus helping him to survive at all odds. This goes to show how one small act of offering a rice ball ; one small gesture of helping another , could become a big inspiration for the other person , both physically and mentally .
During the trip to the museum, I also saw a version of the ‘two malaria and one cholera’ sketch which was originally drawn by ray parkin. The drawing depicted 2 prisoners-of-war, suffering from malaria, supporting a prisoner suffering from cholera, clearly showing the strong sense of camaraderie among them. Though both the prisoners-of-war, who were suffering from malaria, were hungry and frail, they still took the initiative to help the prisoner suffering from cholera , alleviating his pain. This goes to show the importance helping one another in times of need, as it may be a small effort, but it could still help to lessen some of the sufferings of others.
 I think that we should not wait until a crisis to display the attributes of helping others and forging camaraderie among our country mates. I believe that we can show these attributes every day,(example)while we are on the bus when we can give up our seat to a person who needs it more

.When I studied history in school, I could hardly digest the fact of such harsh treatments towards the prisoners-of-war, by the Japanese, and the torment that they had to go through, but this learning journey made me realize that not everyone in this world is merciful and that Singapore’s peace and security can easily shatter due to external or internal threats.It is much better to prepare for the storm during the calm and the best way in which I believe, we could do that , is by being vigilant and unite together as one Singapore,helping each other as nuch as we can.







Sevani (30):
1)     How has the Learning Journey affected your view about what is needed to have a secure and peaceful country?

I feel that this learning journey has taught me more about what our war survivors,locals,theBritish,POWs have been through during the Japanese occupation. To have a secure and peaceful country,I feel that unity is something that is very important.If we face a problem as a country,the people living there must be united and fight for the right.We should be resilient and never give up and believe in ourselves that we can face it. We must also never betray our fellow citizens(like what Lim Bo Seng did).
                                              
2)   What is one value you have learnt during the Learning Journey about responding in times of crisis? Please elaborate with examples of learning points from the trip?




Sahaana (32):
Before going to the learning journey, I took everything for granted. I thought that peace and security can be achieved with ease. I didn’t know every second of peace is sweat and soul of our country’s defenders. The view I had on our country’s peace and stability had changed a lot when I was brought to the Changi Chapel Museum and Changi Beach. For a secure country, I learnt that Singapore needs a good law system such as army and policemen for external and internal defence. A good army provides a sense of security for Singaporeans as it means more protection from war, no terrorists or foreign attacks in Singapore. Good policemen are also essential as it would prevent thieves, robbery, kidnapping or these types of crimes to take place and give us a secured feeling. Good finance is also needed to provide money to buy better defence and attack machinery to prevent other countries from attacking. For a peaceful country, finance gives people a higher salary to buy more food, pay bills, which will increase the peace in the country. Healthcare, such as clinics and hospitals are necessary so that people can live with no diseases and have a longer life. Housing is important so that not many people will be homeless and beg in the streets, and education is also vital so that people will have more knowledge and can go to more jobs, which increases the peace in the country. I thought that these are enough for a country’s security and peace before the trip.

 After the trip, I learnt that harmony, which is respect, understanding, friendship, and hope are one of the most imperative factors needed for a secure and peaceful country. We need to understand and have good friendship with other countries so that there won’t be misunderstandings between the countries. Forging great friendships will also prevent war. We also need mutual understanding, respecting other races and religions, and friendship, regardless of race. All three would prevent racial or other riots. We can learn this from our ancestors who have shown how we would suffer without harmony. Some examples are Maria Hertogh riots or the racial riots. The drawing ‘Two Malarias and a Cholera’ shows how people had mutual understanding during the Japanese Occupation as words did not matter, understanding did. When I was brought to Changi Beach from the trip, I learnt that that’s where prisoners were killed using the Sook Ching method. I realized how they still had hope for the country while dying. This shows how we should never give up no matter how hard the struggle is during crisis, as every problem has a way out. I am sure our forefathers had the same belief and that’s why they were ready to die for the country. We should always live in harmony as Singapore has taught us in its growing stages that harmony is a key factor for a peaceful and secure country. I also learnt that we should not take our country’s success for granted as Singapore is where it is now due to our forefather’s hard work and sufferings. Hence, from the trip, I learnt that harmony (Mutual respect, understanding and friendship) is very important when it comes to responding in terms of crisis, internally, or externally.


Vishwar (39):


I learnt that the British Officials, the Prisoners of War (POWs) and war heroes had suffered a lot, in order to get back the peace which was in Singapore before the war. Through the whole learning journey, I saw that there was only one underlying factor prevalent in all the situations- unitedness. This important quality is definitely needed for a peaceful country. Working together is very important, as in a team, everyone works together to achieve a common goal, which in turn happens to be.
One value I learnt is perseverance. Through the learning journey, I saw that the POWs never gave up when they were put through lots of hardship. They persevered, though they were weak and frail. They never hesitated to help their mates and never stopped helping one another till their last breath. War heroes like Elizabeth Choy fought for the nation, and underwent many hardships. However, if she had given up, our country won’t have gained independence. History teaches us lessons which are essential for life.












Used to protect Singapore. It was disguised inside a hut to prevent
Japanese flights from identifying it and destroying it.
Pillar in Changi Beach about the Sook Ching Massacre

Opening for escaping during war time in
Singapore


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