Suddenly a couple of senior students rudely busted into the lecture theater and simply told us to get out and into the waiting buses just outside on the campus ground.
"Are you boys wearing hta-meins (woman's sarong) or what? Be a man and join us to protest the unfair treatment of our famous son of the land," that was their loud battle cry to jolt us out of the lecture hall and onto the buses. The reason for the protest was mad Ne Win's military government refusal to build a memorial and tomb for the former UN General Secretary and Late U Thant.
|Rangoon Institute of Technology.|
|RU Convocation Hall.|
|U Thant's Tomb.|
Every night, the security students with masks on their faces would bring out the already tortured and confessed spies into the large student crowd right in front of the RASU Convocation Hall and threw them to the violent mob waiting ready for the blood. The brutal beating and bashing would go on every night as the situation became totally out of control from the student leaders inside the Convocation Hall. Some old men from the local government councils sent in as the informants were killed there on the spot.
|U Thant's Coffin Inside RU Campus.|
My tail tugged between my legs, I came back home early morning and luckily my uncle who ran a ferry boat between Rangoon and our little Delta town was at home and he brought me back to his house as my mother had asked.
|Hanged Student Leader Tin Maung Oo.|
The Chin soldiers loaded the dead and dying from the scene of massacre onto the sand-filled Hino TE-11 trucks and, in the middle of the dark night, took them to the sand-filled naval barges waiting at the Than-Lhyet-Soon Naval Base. The bodies, many were still half-alive according to him, were then taken and dumped into the crocodiles-infested waters by the sea. Later that night I wept remembering some of my friends whom I would never see again.
(Irony is that Tin Maung Oo was a Chin too and he once joined the army but left the army later because of his mother's rejection.)
It took almost a year and a lot of Kyats to get my 15 years old brother released from the prison and he wasn't the same sweet boy no more. He was extremely lucky as many of my classmates didn't get out until many years later and when they got out they were kicked out of RIT for life. Two of my classmates were never seen again and their mothers still cried whenever I visited their houses even many years later. The universities were closed for over 6 months and we had to take our first year final exams in the respective local high schools.
|U Thant's Tomb in Rangoon.|