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Barefoot Summer; A Passing

The progenitor of online activism in Malaysia and veteran journalist, MGG Pillai has passed away today. Described as one of the greatest social activist in the region, he also covered the Vietnam war as a war correspondent. His passing is indeed a great loss to a country and its people who are just waking up to face the realities of corruption and discrimination that lay hidden for so long. He was a brave soldier in the forefront of the battle against injustice and represented the voice of everyone. It will be a great task to fill his shoes, let alone his legacy for the new-age Malaysian activists, but we will march ahead.

There is no requiem for a legacy, only for a passing soul. Rest in Peace Sir.

[+] MGG's Website;[MGGPillai.com]
[+] The news clippings;[Mkini];[TheStar]

Comments

Jeevan said…
Let his soul rest in peace. Every one should be proud of their country soldiers.

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