Letter to the dead - Mr. Lee
Dear Mr. Lee When I was a small girl, I had heard bad things about you. Not that I remember what they were about, but I recall that they had to be negative remarks, because my father never liked you. I even disliked you under the influence of my father, but without an intimate knowledge of the nation's history then. When I got older, my relationship with my father turned sour. We never talked about you anymore. I began to take a neutral stand because I knew I was in no position to judge you without knowing enough what you did for the nation. When my father was dying and in a delirious state, the last line he mumbled was not having caught you. I kind of gave up hope on him. For at his deathbed he did not ask about the well being of his family, nor about his siblings who had sided him in every ridiculous way possible, but he was concerned about his never-going-to-happen battle with you. I did not spend hours queuing up to pay you my last respect. Nor did I watch any programmes that r...