Desert Storm Veteran.
Fearful of his life when he was detained by Malaysian immigration in broad daylight.
Suffered Unimaginable trauma - this coming from a Veteran. (I assumed mere mortals like the rest of us, would have had a heart attack and died)
This is Malaysia, where Racial profiling is official policy.
Bumiputra's are always poor. Hence must be given free money. Free equity in companies, Free access to higher education. Guaranteed employment
Non-Bumi's are rich, hence must pay more tax, pay more for homes, and must be deprived of higher education, they don't need to be employed.
Muslims are always right, hence are allowed to raid Ms. Malaysia pageant.
Allowed to raid entertainment outlets and detain singers.
Barge into rooms of tourist, invading personal privacy, demanding marriage certificates. No need to be accountable, no need due process of the law. Muslims are right.
It's payback time when African American US Navy Officer exposes his treatment at Malaysian Immigration camps.
This is after all Malaysia, if you are not Muslim and a non-Malay you are less than human.
Picture from Malaysiakini

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I told them in plain English ‘I am a US citizen, escort me to my hotel and I will proof this’. I was ignored as I walked
about 20 feet with these men.
The firm grip on my arm became firmer and at this time both men were holding each arm and when I started to resist I noticed one of the men reaching for some handcuffs on his waist. I said in a loud outburst I am an American citizen before I go anywhere I want see some identification or a badge or something to proof that I was being escorted/carried off against my will by an official of the government.
At this time, a crowd had formed around me and the men. I thought finally someone has heard my cry. My eyes were almost in tears. I asked again, ‘please let me see some identification’.
That was when I thought this was it. Death was surely at the next stop.
We were transferred to another caged truck. I still felt like this was all too strange and we were not being held by any government officials. No rights had been explained to me and at least five hours had passed.
By this time it was 1.30am. We were given sodas and bread was thrown into the cage. It was like trying to feed a freshly captured monkey expecting him to eat while passing him food through the little holes in the cage. I thought if this was a government agency and whether it was complying with
the UN Standard Minimum Rules for the Treatment of Prisoners.
Okay, after another long, cold and bumpy ride with about 25 other men, we arrived at a place that looked as if it was a third world concentration camp. We waited at the gate for about 30 minutes because it looked like no one had the key to get in, like no one knew we were coming.