When Malaysians Took Back Control

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It was on nomination day that I first sensed something in the air. I was in the midst of my rounds at a village in my constituency that afternoon when a police officer upon noticing me quickly rushed across the street to shake my hand.

It was not so much that he came over to shake my hand, but rather the way in which he did it that conveyed to me a feeling of earnestness. Plus the fact that he had done so in full view of a crowd of about 30 ladies in Wanita Umno uniform. That was just not something that happened in the normal order of things.


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