His name was Van.
His naivety caused him his life.
An Australian citizen, he was born to a Vietnamese mother in a Thai refugee camp. In order to help his twin brother, Van reluctantly became a drug mule for a drug dealer to carry drugs from Phnom Penh to Melbourne. Without even knowing how much he was getting paid for the deal, Van was never going to benefit from it. All he wanted was to help his brother clear his debts.
A 4-hour film has been made about Van, who was hanged in Singapore.
I've just watched the first part (of two parts) of the film and read a little bit about him (Google: Nguyen Tuong Van). It is a tragic, tragic story. :(
Heart-breaking. :(
But the verdict that Nguyen was trafficking into Singapore was an
outrage. He was arrested in the airport transit lounge while preparing
to board a plane for the second leg of a journey from Cambodia to
Australia. He never had any intention of entering Singapore.
Shortly after the arrest, I met a senior detective involved
in the investigation who brushed aside my surprise that someone who had
never passed through Singapore customs could be accused of bringing
drugs into the country. ''As far as we are concerned, the airport is
part of Singapore,'' he curtly replied.
- Mark Baker, The Age.
Singapore's arrogance at its best.
This is very similar to the case of a young Malaysian, Yong Vui Kong, who has also been sentenced to death for being a drug mule. Much has been said about his repentance and the changed person he has become, but Singapore has refused his and NGOs' pleas repeatedly.
These are two countries that have important bilateral and economic ties with Singapore. Yet in its fight against drugs, Singapore refuses to even consider for a moment pleas from both governments.
Like I said the first time I came to Singapore in my adulthood - this place is soulless, it's cold, and to a certain degree, fake.