Few would know the well-kept secret I have carried all these years—of the one girl I loved as a young boy. Her name was Patches. Tragically, Patches was one day found floating face down in the murky old river beside her wooden house. That image has never left me. When I read about the proposal to enact the Urban Renewal Act (URA), memories of Patches came flooding back. Had such a bill been passed in the early 1960s, I truly believe her life—and perhaps mine—might have taken a different course. I might have married her. Initially, I didn’t follow the URA debates closely, assuming the bill would pass without resistance. But as the discussions unfolded, numerous issues emerged. I was heartened to see diverse voices—including backbenchers—contributing their perspectives. What the rakyat truly desire is a legislative process that is ...
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