Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Myanmar hands blogger 20-year prison sentence

He is only 28 when he is sentenced to be jailed for 20 years. And what he really did to be sentenced like this- is sharing his opinion on our mother land's situation and passing informations about our country's suffering inhuminity rulings of Juntas. His intellegence in Computer and Internet Communication serves him well to bypass the Junta-banned Proxies and ISPs. His eagerness on knowledge and information sharing among our Myanmar Bloggers is well-knowned. Yesterday, Juntas sentenced 20 years imprisonment on him. He is NAY PHONE LATT.
This is one of numerous tragedies sourcing from ruling Juntas in Myanmar. Because of them, many people cried for their family members. Because of them, many people lost their hopes for living their lives in peace and freedom. Because of them, many people have been emptied their souls. Why? Why do they(Juntas) think they have rights to do so? Why do they(Juntas) have power to do so? I am burnt with hate and bitterness to ruling Juntas while I was writing this post.


Many journalists were imprisoned because of their resonable expressions on truth. This picture is one of great journalists who was barred for 18 years and freed last month, Hantharwaddy U Win Tin. His smile behind bars represents his moral strength to survive that unfair, unlawfully imprisonment of Juntas. Whatever the acts for criminal law told, we all know Juntas' bitterness and fear to free and responsibly expressions. Any activities exposing the current situation in the uncovered words- is enormous enemy to Juntas. Many youth (either educated or uneducated) fleed from own mother land hoping to make some differences for their own families, their own country. Can we make any improvement by our shoulders carrying one bundle of basic necessities for our family and one iron chain fastening our legs at the same time? I hate people saying "People have the kind of government what they deserve". So, why do we keep our lives hanged by Juntas' rope? First, we lost our faith in our rights. Later, we lost our rights, too. Finally, we lost almost everything. We lost our loving and caring nature after suffering a long-term hopeless situation. I hate the fear that Juntas spreaded among us. I hate the careless bypass talkers, seeing nothing but their possessions, hearing nothing but their heart beating over luxorious wealth, feeling nothing but their own power existance.
Following post is from Burmese Bloggers Without Border (BBWOB) blog when we knew Nay Phone Latt had been arrested. Mahorgani posted it. And I have the same opinion on this article.
Written on 9:46 PM by Mahorgani
02 February 2008

21 st century is running on its broadband internet line. We find our way out to freedom on this fiber optic line. This is our home away from home, Freedom without freedom.
Burma, our country is going nowhere. Even moving backwards to dead end. Why we should let it happen. We never ! ever !
For so many years, we did try our best with our blood. Whoever against the government, even with a whisper is risking his life.
In every layer of the society - students, lawyers, doctors, artists, farmers and even soldiers themselves are imprisoned just for their faith, their love for freedom, their search for justice.
Now , wicked hands are coming to bloggers. Burmese blogger, Nay Phone Latt, who just disappeared from his way with no clues. He dedicated his time in writings and community works. He simply love his country like everyone else. He might trying his bits of task to figure out Democracy.
Where he is now? Nobody knows except those who took him. What an unfair and terrible situation happening in Burma. Big brothers are everywhere. Nightmare is in everybody. Uncertainty is in every corner.
But we believe that Hope is somewhere very near. We need to pull back our country from this dark hole with the strength of our people.
Where our people have been ?
Give back our people.
Give back our Monks
Give back our Nuns
Give back our lawyers.
Give back our doctors.
Give back our students.
Give back our farmers.
Give back our housewives
Give back our artists.
Give back our poets.
Give back our authors.
Give back our bloggers.
Give Nay Phone Latt Back.