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Dear REACH Member
I hereby give notice that REACH 17th, Annual General Meeting will be held as follows:
Date : 8th March 2017
Time : 8.00pm
Venue : Barre Centre , Tanah Rata, Cameron Highlands.
1. President’s welcoming address.
2.To confirm the minutes of the 16th Annual General Meeting.
3.To adopt the annual report 2016.
4.To approve the audited Statements of Accounts ending 31st Dec 2016
5.To dissolve the committee 2015 / 2016.
6.To elect a Committee for ensuing year 2017 / 2018.
7.To appoint two honororyAuditors for ensuing year 2017 / 2018.
8.To consider any other matters of which 7 clear days notice shall have been given in writing to the secretary.
9.Pictorial History of Cameron Highlands.
10.Newly appointed President’s closing speech.
We appreciate your attendance.
Dr. KOH GIM LAM
8th March 2016,
Dear REACH Members,
I hereby give notice that REACH 16th Annual General Meeting will be held as follows :
Date : 23rd March 2016, Wednesday
Time : 8 pm
Venue : IJ Barre Centre, Tanah Rata
2. Agenda :-
1.President’s welcoming address
2.To confirm the minutes of the 15th Annual General Meeting.
3.To adopt the annual report 2015.
4.To approve the audited Statements of Accounts ending 31st Dec 2015.
5.To consider any other matters of which 7 clear days notice shall have been given in writing to the secretary.
6.President’s closing speech.
We appreciate your attendance.
(Dr. Koh Gim Lam )
CAMERON HIGHLANDS NEEDS A HELPING HAND …… YOURS
9th August 2015-
Uncle George, we are all going to miss you.
You came to Cameron Highlands 16 years ago with your lovely family, drawn by the cool climate and beautiful natural surroundings.
You became dismayed by the on-going destruction of Cameron Highlands and our paths crossed. Together we founded REACH and you have been a pillar of strength since then.
We thank you.
For many years you were our treasurer, patiently doing our accounts, recording meticulously all the ins and outs in the big green ledger of yours, filing all the invoices, vouchers , receipts in this briefcase that grew larger with the passing of time. Never once complaining,bearing with our myriad temperaments , your superb accounting work literally propped our organisation up.
We thank you.
“You wouldn’t recognize it, Melody. It’s all gone now.”
“What? What happened to it? Tell me.”
“You have to come back and see for yourself.”
And I did. After being away from home for a year pursuing my final year law degree in the UK, finally, I had come home.
On first glance, it seemed that nothing had changed since the past year. Locals rushed about town going through the motions of their daily lives, tourists jam up the streets as usual during the weekends, students still hang out in the only place they could – Starbucks – all in all life goes on.
Not knowing anything to be amiss, I continued the whole charade of meeting up with family and friends whom I have not seen since a year ago and it was on one of these meet ups in which I realized that the Cameron Highlands I left a year ago has changed. And not for the better either.
My friends and I decided to make a day trip to the Sungai Palas BOH Tea Plantation and it was with much chatter and laughter as we made the trip into the tea plantation and I remember marveling at my friend’s driving skill as she maneuvered the car smoothly on the extremely winding road despite having a faulty horn.
On the way, I looked out of the windows admiring the outside scenery flashing past when I suddenly exclaimed loudly:” What happened to the valley???” For it was barely a year ago when across from the (originally Equatorial) hotel), a valley sloped steeply downwards into tropical rainforest and I remember distinctly a particular tree in which a resident eagle used to roost there every day.
Now, the valley has been completely filled up and I could see heavy machinery and workmen going about flattening the land for presumably building purposes. The tree still stands, a lonely outpost amidst barren land. I do not see the eagle.
A monstrous complex now stands smack in the middle of agricultural farmland. I avert my gaze and look straight ahead as my friend drives steadily towards our destination.
A few days later, I decided to take a stroll around town. It had been raining continuously for several days, the rain sheeting down relentlessly, only giving an hour or two’s respite in a day. I couldn’t take the bleakness of the gloomy weather anymore; it reminded me too much of dull grey depressing days in the UK; and immediately strode out for a walk when I saw the bright gleam of sunlight through the window.
As I strolled about aimlessly, I finally realized that my feet were taking me to, of all places, the public library, and I wondered if I could get Jodi Picoult’s Vanishing Acts there. I walked up to the main entrance and was surprised to see the door tightly shut. I checked my watch. It showed 5.15pm and I smiled apologetically to myself, making a mental promise to return someday during working hours, I turned around to leave and lo and behold, a beautiful 7 color arch stopped me in my steps.
I stood gawking at the beautiful rainbow for a few seconds before realizing that I was standing in the middle of the road and a man had just walked past me giving me a baleful glare. I smiled at him, but he turned away and continued walking up the slope into the woods which were nearby and I just can’t help thinking about the millions of people everyday who are so wrapped up in their own self-pity, anger, hate, and troubles that they forget to enjoy the simple things in life: stepping into a wet soccer field after the rain and smelling the grass and rain, waking up early in the morning to catch a glimpse of the sunrise before going to work or class, strolling along the beach admiring the sunset, walking into a small nature clearing and just stand there and breathe for a few moments, walking out into the garden at night after the heat of the sun is long gone to admire the moonlight, exclaiming in breathless wonder at the sight of a beautiful rainbow in the sky.
I stepped back and laughed at myself for having these thoughts, began to walk contentedly back home, my footsteps lighter than it had been on the journey here. I decided to take a shortcut back instead of using the main street so I cut through the back of the food court in the centre of Tanah Rata town and stopped dead in my tracks again.
It wasn’t a pretty sight: behind the sheets of aluminum blocking the view of pedestrians and motorists, the banks of the river were gouged as if by giant bird talons, the soil running into the river, which was a sick muddy yellow; a blemish on the otherwise innocently picturesque looking town centre which can be seen above the aluminum sheets.
Silently, I walked home. Cameron Highlands has indeed changed. More land is being cleared by the day, to make way for more agricultural and tourism purposes. Many of the natural sites and trails are ill maintained, overlooked by greedy eyes which sought for riches to be gained elsewhere.
The Cameron Highlands of my childhood has long since disappeared, but at the very least, I have hope. I hope that this is the lowest point that Cameron will ever hit and now gradually we will slowly yet steadily start climbing up again. I hope that the children of Cameron Highlands will one day have the childhood memories I had: of running through fields barefooted, catching beetles of all sizes, shapes and colors, of splashing in the icy crystal clear pools in the nature reserve, of wrapping up warm watching TV indoors while it is cold, misty and raining outside.
After the rain, there will be sun, and maybe even a rainbow.
By Melody Woon
3rd March 2014-When one comes from a country raked in poverty and famine, with a population density of more than 1000/km2 and everywhere you look is a sea of humanity, the will to survive is strong. So strong in fact that you are willing to fork out a huge amount of money to people smugglers to take you to this land of opportunity .You are willing to brave treacherous journeys across war torn countries , spent months in the malaria infested jungles, drenched in rain, half starved for you have heard that great riches await those who reached the shores of this beautiful country called Malaysia . You have heard that in many areas in Malaysia, food is plentiful and laws are lax.
One such area is Cameron Highlands. Words have come that in a neighboring village a man called Jasir Miah could buy padi fields, a rice factory, a big house and have 4 wives after spending only 8 years in Cameron Highlands. “Where is this place called Cameron Highlands?” you ask yourself, “ I have to reach it. There are tons of money to be made there.”
So our town which is surrounded by greens and drenched in corruption becomes a magnet to foreign workers , legal and illegal. Currently there are more than 10,000 legal foreign workers here . They are mainly from our neighbouring countries such as Bangladesh. Myammar, Indonesia , Nepal , Cambodia and Vietnam with Bangladeshis forming the majority.
Most of them work in the agricultural sector . The rest are in the service sector ( including in the hotel industry and as domestic maids) and in construction. They are usually industrious, do not mind working in tough conditions and for extended hours. Many have an entrepreneurial spirit. Their desire to earn money to help their families back home is very strong. So bending rules to achieve their aims becomes common
While we welcome legal foreign workers as they are needed in our farms and other sectors of the economy if they come here illegally , become involved in businesses and deprive our locals of their sources of income, spread diseases and create a demand for illegally cleared land, we see red. . (Foreign workers “businesses” in Cameron Highands now include food and souvenirs stalls, hotels, grocery shops, taxis and transport lorries.)
Yes, workers ,legal and illegal, are now the biggest culprits clearing land illegally in Cameron Highlands.
Typically when a foreign worker first arrives here, he will be legally employed ,usually as a farm hand. Once he is more settled he will look for a piece of forest to clear illegally. This will usually be deeper into the forest and the way it is cleared is also fairly typical. It will usually be done by hand and then burnt with the surrounding trees intact to make it less obvious (eg in Gunung Siku, Kuala Terla forest reserves and forests deep into Tringkap.) Some are down right obvious such as those by the roadside in K.Terla . If the locals pay X amount to corrupt officers to look the other way, the foreign worker pays double or much more.
For water, it is sourced from the ever dwindling streams. For fertilizers and pesticides it is ‘sourced’ from their employers unknowingly or purchased from suppliers from Thailand including banned pesticides. This banned pesticides are preferred because the vegetables grow faster, look ‘prettier’ cost is lower and these pesticides laden vegetables are now finding their way to our local wet markets.
To work these illegal farms, the legal foreign worker will use his network of friends to hire workers from his own country who have arrived illegal usually through Myammar, Thailand and then to Butterworth.
By having illegal farms , the foreign worker can earn between RM 10,000 to RM 50,000 a month depending on how large the farms are.
The illegal farm workers that were hired will eventually run off and open their own farms when they see how easy and lucrative it is. And another tract of virgin forest will go. So the cycle goes on and the environment suffers as a result of corruption and greed.
Forests are also cleared in hectares by local contractors with “connections” and these are sliced off to be sold to Bangladeshis. When the illegal clearing in Kg Jarik was exposed by the media 1 year ago, after the hue and cry had died down the Bangladeshis returned in the middle of the night to work their ‘purchased’ land.
The recent nationwide crackdown on illegal foreign workers is very timely indeed and we hope the operations will continue. The immigration officers were professional and quite a number of illegal foreign workers were apprehended early this year. In a village up North , illegal foreign workers remain in the jungle in clusters of 50 to 100 coming out only when the coast is clear, still working in the farms, chasing a dream at our envrionments’ expense.
As for our town , if we don’t get our act together and reduce corruption , we remain at the mercy of opportunists, local and foreign.
BY ISABELLE LAI
PETALING JAYA: Three fully-loaded heavy-duty timber lorries are now stuck in Cameron Highlands after the authorities were informed about their presence there by Regional Environmental Awareness Cameron Highlands (Reach).
According to a Cameron Highlands District Council 1995 by-law, timber lorries are banned from using local roads from KM64.96 in Tapah to KM86.31 at the Blue Valley border.
Council secretary Mazlan Mohamed Isa said his officers had gone over to the site in Carnation Park housing area, Tanah Rata, on Tuesday evening and forbade the lorry drivers from leaving the area.
He said the owner of the lorries had been informed of the law and was told to find an different type of vehicle to transport the logs out. Read more from the star.com.my
Note from REACH:
Another case of NO ACTION TALK ONLY from a gov. official. The lorries moved out without any agency stopping them. REACH can only highlight, we are a community group. It’s the government agencies who are empowered with the ACT’s and the laws at hand. And they choose to ignore it because the “powers that be” condone this blatant disregard of rules in Corruption Highlands.