DATUK Karam Chand Vohrah, better known as KC Vohrah, almost didn’t study law.
“I was supposed to have been a medical student,” the respected former Court of Appeal judge says. “I won an award to study medicine in India but when I arrived there, I was rejected because I had problems with one eye. They said I wouldn’t be able to use the microscope and things like that. So I came back to Malaya and applied for law.”
Vohrah was eventually accepted to read law in Singapore. As it turns out, he also met his wife, now retired law professor Datin Beatrix Vohrah, at university. The retired judge is well known for his independence and fairness during his time on the bench.
In 2002, Vohrah was appointed Suhakam (Human Rights Commission of Malaysia) commissioner, a position he held for six years. As commissioner, he chaired a Suhakam inquiry into a May 2006 demonstration at KLCC which concluded that the police used excessive force on the demonstrators. The inquiry also recommended that peaceful assemblies be decriminalised and that the police cooperate with peaceful protesters instead of intimidating them.
Vohrah is currently a consultant with a legal firm and also hears arbitration cases. He spoke to The Nut Graph on 13 Nov 2009 at his home in Petaling Jaya.
TNG: Where were you born?
KC Vohrah: I was born in Malacca, 1937. I was the second child. LC (Lal Chand), the eldest, was born three years before me and AC (Amar Chand), the youngest, three years after.
Where did you grow up?
I grew up in Malacca. I was in Bandar Hilir English School, it was near the sea and just beside it was the convent. After that, I went to Malacca High School.
They were really good days. It was so multi-racial. We had the unique Chitties, Babas and Nyonas, Eurasians, Malays, Indians and Chinese. We grew up in a beautiful mix of cultures, unaware that we were different. We were aware of the different racial groups we came from but not aware of any differences as human beings.
Where were your parents and grandparents from?
My grandfather on my father’s side was from Punjab. He had a little cloth shop in Kuala Lumpur where my father was born. Then [my grandfather] moved to Singapore. He used to go to Johor to sell cloth and other commodities and he visited this little town on the left bank of the river Sedili. That’s where my mother’s father had a sundry shop. My father used to follow his father and that’s how he met my mother.
My mother’s father had come from China as the Sultan of Johor at that time wanted the Teo Chews to [take care of] Johor’s harbours and gambier estates. They were from Chaozhou — formerly known as Swatow.
Tell us a bit about your parents.
My father was very single-minded in whatever he did, and adventurous. After he finished school, he became a sailor. When my mother’s parents died, he decided he [had to] marry my mother.
So he took a job as a dresser, known now as medical assistant, and married her in 1933. He was transferred to Malacca Hospital. It was an iconic building in those days — four blocks, probably the tallest buildings in this part of the world. He was also an amateur boxer and he was called Battling Leonard.
My mother and her two sisters were born in Kuala Sedili. She imbibed a lot of Malay culture there. Her dress was baju and sarong. Later in Malacca, she also wore sarong kebaya because of the Babas and Nyonyas; our food was mostly Nyonya. We spoke to her in Malay and to my dad in English. We also understand Teo Chew because my mother would speak to her two sisters in Teo Chew.
What are your strongest memories of the place in which you grew up?
Some of my most beautiful memories would be of my schooldays.
My good friend Tan Zing Chee and I would cycle together to Mata Kucing, where we would pick up Samad Yahya. We would go to school together, look at girls together and go to the library together after school. We had a beautiful friendship. Zing Chee migrated to Auckland and became a Professor of Physics. Datuk Samad Yahya is a retired lawyer and banker.
[In school, there] was no issue of being treated differently because we were of different races. We were punished because we didn’t do our work or we were rewarded because we did good work.
In the hospital quarters where I lived, we children were always in and out of each other’s houses. Everybody’s parents were our “uncles” or “aunties”. They would pamper us with food and shower us with real affection. My aunt’s friend visited my house very often; she was like a family member. We called her “Ta chi Ah Eng” (elder sister Ah Eng).
We visited the Carvahlos and Theseiras during Christmas; Chinese New Year was at the Angs, the Seng Hangs and our home. For Diwali, we were at the Selladurais, the Nadarajahs and our home. For Hari Raya Aidilfitri, it was the Samdins, the Abdullahs and others. There was no issue of “He cannot come here” or “You cannot go there.”
What are the stories you hold onto the most?
My father was a Punjabi Hindu, but he was so open minded he defied tradition and married my mother, a Taoist and Buddhist Chinese.
He had two best friends Tan Huah Qwee and Tan Kim Joo in ACS Singapore. They swore everlasting friendship by nicking their wrists and mingling their blood with each others. They became “kek pai”- blood brothers. They were good friends till the end but Kim Joo was killed by the Japanese during the war. Till today we have ties with Huah Qwee’s family as if they are our blood relatives.
My father was a disciplinarian. His sense of ethics was very strong. His credo was: The only thing that he could give us was education and the rest was our hard work. He said he and my mother would do their best to give us everything they possibly could. But he said he didn’t expect anything in return except that we give the same thing to our children so that our children would be better than us. I’ll always remember that and we brothers have adopted that commitment.
How have these stories influenced you as a Malaysian?
I’ve been lucky in a sense. My elder brother and I, we were in the judiciary. The greater part of my life after university, and a little of private practice was in the Judicial and Legal Services and after that in the High Court and Court of Appeal. I think because we were at a stage where racism had not shown its ugly head, things went on very smoothly. Even in later days, because we were among professionals trained in the law, things were not bad. We had friends across the board and didn’t feel different from the other officers.
I did not encounter serious issues on race or religion as some of my friends both in the public and private sector did. There were already signs of racial polarisation in the early 1980s in the public sector, perhaps partly because of the quota system and partly because of the polarising effect of the school system.
As for my family, I was fortunate that my children were in schools which were truly multiracial. But one day my son came back from school feeling very upset and dejected. He was almost in tears when he said that a friend of his who was very good in his studies could not go to Form Six while another with lesser results got a scholarship for pre-university. His words, “We are Malaysian! Why so unfair?”, cut really deeply into our hearts.
Another matter that affected us deeply as parents was our children’s education. Like many parents, we were not sure whether our children would get into local universities however good their results, let alone be allowed to do courses of their choice. Like most parents, we prepared by tightening our belts and eventually, sent [our] children overseas [to] university. Sometimes when my wife and I think about it, we feel so guilty that we gave so little pocket money to our children to manage their personal expenses. I am sure many parents feel the same way, too.
Describe the kind of Malaysia you would like for yourself and future generations.
I would like to see a dismantling of the barriers that divide us, barriers that were wittingly or unwittingly put up in the last 20 to 30 years where race and religion appear to be emphasised and where dysfunctional institutions perpetuate those barriers. It is important that we Malaysians accommodate the culture, religion and racial differences of other Malaysians.
I would also like to see more loosening of democratic spaces where legitimate public dissent is allowed, as in every democratic society. I would like a nation committed to the 1948 Universal Declaration of Human Rights which speaks of the inherent dignity of all human beings and their equal and inalienable rights. These rights should be for all Malaysians without regard to race, religion or gender.
I hope the fundamental liberties in the constitution on equality, rights of education and property and freedom of movement, speech, assembly and association, will be respected by the executive. I also hope that the courts will courageously enforce these rights.
There must be political will to effect changes. We have to throw away our mindset…We must instead rejoice in the oneness of the nation because of our unique diversity.
Do you think we will ever be able to regain the cultural intermingling that you had when you were growing up in Malacca?
It will take time but I think it is possible.
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siew eng says
Love the story of how the retired judge’s parents met. I can just imagine an epic love-story movie out of that, rivalling anything from Hollywood. What a character for a protagonist! And set him against that period of colonialism (what was it like – the beginning of the end? Or the peak? Never picked up reading the various accounts of history of Malaya after barely passing Sejarah in secondary school).
Back to earth, amid so much cynicism over the state of affairs in Malaysia, I’d like to thank the Nut Graph for reminding us that we have a few good people among the many goons who get undeserved space in the mainstream media and pollute our environment.
Viknesh Asogan says
A fantastic person! Thank you for having my dad work for you in Malacca. A big thank you also for giving oppourtunity to him to futher his studies, even though he sadly didn’t take that offer.
Dear Jo-Ann & Nutgraph,
I will try to keep this as short as possible.
Thank you for reminding me of the past through this series of ‘Found in Malaysia’ interviews. Though I would like to share something as the said sentence struck a cord with me: “We visited the Carvahlos and Theseiras during Christmas; Chinese New Year was at the Angs, the Seng Hangs and our home.”
I am a half Theseira by blood from Malacca, from Bandar Yler (now Hilir), and more accurately from Kampung Tengah. There is a road called Praya Lane that leads to my grandparents’ and granduncles’ and aunts’ houses. “Praya” means “beach” in Portuguese.
There is a beautiful church at the end of the road that faced the sea. Sadly, a huge BN land reclamation project in the 1980s stole the beauty of this place and reduced the village to nothing more than â€œkampung housesâ€, as termed by the new residents and shop owners. This was because they (outsiders to Bandar Hilir) were ignorant of its history and only looked at the state of the old houses.
Slowly but surely, the development brought pollution and crime to the area, which resulted in many of these historic settlers being forced to leave their homes for safer and less congested areas. My late grandfather and his kin fought tooth and nail to keep their land and of course the beautiful coast, but due to the lack of development and infrastructure within the village, were eventually forced to sell the land.
Today, the place is almost deserted. Twenty years on and Bandar Mahkota is nothing great. A quasi-white elephant of a project to say the very least. I used to harbour a lot of anger at the loss of having a seafront house which would have seen an exodus to the village by all relatives to celebrate Christmas each year.
Today, almost every single one of my relatives (approximately 100 or more of this Luso-Malay clan) are now happily plying their trade and spreading their culture (love for music, dance, arts and food) in Australia, UK, New Zealand, and even Singapore. Everything happens for a reason, and this loss was actually a blessing in disguise as we look back today to find Malaysia losing most of its secularism and will most likely end up as an extremist state!
Moral of what I am saying is that the wind has changed. There is a better world waiting for us out there, and we should never be tied down to the scraps that this government feeds us. For the record, my grandfather and his siblings fought for this country during World War II and survived. But we could not survive the onslaught of this governmentâ€™s 1racial and 1religion agenda.
Education for all! We really have to fight [for] this. It is much more important than the fight to abolish the ISA!
Always heartwarming to be reminded of the days of the absence of racial tension in the country. Education-wise, I suppose a majority of us will choose to send our kids overseas or opt for private education if we could afford it, rather than risk it with the existing system for entry into local universities.
Speaking of local universities, I am the product of one. About six years or so ago, entry was still somewhat difficult, but it wasn’t as difficult as it used to be.
I would rethink sending my kids to local universities for a different reason. Personally, I had never experienced any (negative) awareness of our differences until my first year in uni while staying in the hostel, when underground race-based orientation was carried out on the freshies by the seniors. There were speeches by second-year and third-year seniors on the importance of staying united as we are of the “non-privileged race”, how important it was to “stand up for our right”, and the dirty looks thrown on us by our similar-race seniors should we happen to dine in the hostel with someone of another race, who would, likewise, receive the same dirty looks from his similar-race seniors.
We never had these “awareness” in sekolah kebangsaan. Why propogate and encourage this racial divide in universities, the place where we are supposed to be encouraged to embrace our diversity?
the leech says
Our education system is definitely one of the factors. Too much politics are involved and it’s not healthy. However, I do believe there’s a hope for positive changes. It might take some time but not too long please…
D Lim says
What a heartening story. I wonder if 30 years on there will be more or less such stories laced with diversity from Malaysia. A fault line was created many years ago, and that fault line seems irreparable [today]. Diversity starts in school, and with respect for each other’s differences, which include personal characteristics, skin colour, religion and culture. I never thought of my friends as being any different from me as a child. My class partner was a Malay girl (with beautiful handwriting). We both visited [each other] during New Year’s.
But now? Children no longer visit their friends of other races because their friendships do not extend beyond the classrooms. Whose fault is this? Until and unless we can answer these questions with our hearts and minds, the fault line will stay forever. God knows what come may.
Azizi Khan says
My father used to tell me stories about the good old days where everyone mixed and there was true 1Malaysia back in the days. Those days people respected each other.
Look at P Ramlee’s movies even. You could see the social integration back then. Now thanks to BTN, politics in university and schools — the entire social integration is ruined.
It seems Malaysians have traded in their dignity and character for identity. Bad deal, I reckon.
Sir, thank you so much for glimpses of life in Old Malacca and in particular of Malacca High School days. I have always felt proud of the good, decent characters from this school of ours. You will, I am sure, willingly agree with me that currently we should be proud of our fellow Malaccan Dr Lim Teck Ghee (my Form Six classmate in Malacca High) for what he is fighting for now. One of your buddies was exceedingly elated when you agreed to grant him an audience some years ago. He spoke to me about it so many times; he glowingly spoke of your achievement and of your being a perfect humble gentleman. Sir, I am referring to Ramli Baba…he left us for good some years ago succumbing to a heart attack.
Juliea Lau says
Dear Uncle Karam,I was very touched when I read the book the Nut graph and you remembered and mentioned my mum ” ta-chi Ah Eng”. If she were to be alive today, I’d definitely show it to her. I wish you and Aunt Trix good health, love and happiness.From Juliea @ Bee Hong