Protest at Singapore medical council

On 10 November 2006, my mum received a call from my father who said that he was at the Singapore Medical Council. Wanted my mum and I to bring food and water to him. We went to the nearest coffee shop to buy 2 packets of lunch … then got into a cab to SMC.

Upon our arrival, we were greeted by reporters from various newspapers. I darted into the building and saw my father being arrested by 2 police officers, I shouted at them to let my father go,… my father told me “its ok,… let them do it”. At that moment, a well dressed man asked if I was the son of Mr Ng. I said “yes and asked who are you?”.

He introduced himself as a doctor at the SMC, and commented that my father was creating a nuisance of himself at the SMC. I said “so what!… you doctors killed my sister and I don’t give a flying shit who you are!”. I was very furious that my father was being bullied by Police Officers and the security staff of SMC…. Imagine 5 of them trying to bully a 63 year old man. and who incidentally is rather weak and ill himself.

I sternly asked the police to release my father or else…

The police woman answered back “Sir! Are u threatening me?”. I said “no .. I don’t make threats…. I make promises, and I promise I will slap you”. She was stunned and kept quiet.

In fact, they might have been afraid that I would also become physical with them. If it required 5 people to overpower an old man. How many people would they need for a younger person.

My father then said to me ‘it’s okay never mind, let them take me”. My father wanted this to happen. Upon hearing this, I pulled back my anger and went outside. They closed the doors not to let the media see what was happening. I kicked at the door causing it to fling open. I was so mad…. really wanted to break down the door.

I lit up a cigarette… and moments later, the police hauled my father out of the building and bundled him into the police vehicle. My father asked me for a cigarette, the police officer said “no your father is under arrest”. I ignored the remark, put the cigarette into his mouth and let him take a puff.

Upon seeing my father being bundled into the car my mum rush to him crying and asked “what happened?”… my father assured her that he will be ok. At this point, reporters were busy snapping pictures.

I asked the police where they were taking my father, they told me Police Cantonment Complex…. and drove off.

Then a reporter began to interview us.

After the interview they offered us a ride to police cantonment complex.

Within minutes we reached the police cantonment complex.

My mom and I went through security checks and enquired about my father at the report room.

The police officer told us that my father was still under police investigation and would inform us if there is any outcome .

Knowing that we will not see my father so soon, I told my mum that we’d better go home first and wait for news of his situation.

A few hours later (at home), my mum suddenly recalled that my father needed his medication. Without hesitation, I grabbed his medication and took a train down to cantonment complex.

Upon arriving I informed the police officer on duty at the front desk about the condition of my father and his need for medication.

He picked up the phone and called the lock up room.

Moments later he directed me to the bail office in the basement. I knocked on the window, explained to the officer there that my father required his medication and without hesitation, he took it to my father. Thereafter, I proceeded outside the building for a smoke.

Half an hour later, my father called me on my hand phone, telling me to go to the bail office to bail him out.

I rushed back to the bail office, signed a $5.000 bail bond for my father and almost immediately, he was released.

I asked my father if he was okay?... he looked at me with eyes filled with tears and said “what else can I do….”

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