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When students turn predators, a nation’s moral collapseBy M Rajah20 October 2025“We have to prepare the child for the pa...
21/10/2025

When students turn predators, a nation’s moral collapse

By M Rajah

20 October 2025

“We have to prepare the child for the path, not the path for the child.” ~ Tim Elmore, best-selling author

I REMEMBER a time when schools were sanctuaries of learning; places where teachers commanded respect, parents stood as pillars of guidance, and discipline was the invisible thread holding the moral fabric of our society together. Those days, sadly, are gone.

The classroom today is no longer sacred. It has turned into a breeding ground for violence, moral decay, and unthinkable crimes! Yes, from gang r**es to murders, committed not by hardened criminals but by our own children.

Two shocking cases in Melaka and Kedah, involving alleged gang r**es by teenage students, have once again dragged our nation into the pit of shame. In the first, a 15-year-old girl was allegedly gang r***d by four schoolboys in a classroom at a school in Alor Gajah on October 2. The act was filmed on a mobile phone and circulated online.

In another incident in Kedah, three students and a former pupil were arrested after videos of s*xual assaults involving a schoolgirl were found being shared and possibly sold on the dark web. If the allegations are true, it is not just a crime, it is a symptom of a collapsing moral order.

Malaysians are understandably furious. Parents are terrified. Teachers are demoralised. And the education system, once a proud institution of national development, stands naked and exposed as a system that has failed to protect its most vulnerable – the children.

Education Minister Fadhlina Sidek’s decision to allow the gang-r**e suspects in Melaka to sit for their examinations only rubbed salt into the wound. When criminals are treated as students first and offenders second, we send a dangerous signal: that schools are safe havens even for predators.

This crisis did not begin overnight. It is the inevitable result of years of complacency; from the ministry down to the classrooms, from parents to policymakers. When society decided that the cane was cruel, when we stripped teachers of the authority to discipline, and when parents began rushing to schools to “defend” their misbehaving children instead of correcting them, the rot began to set in.

Let me make this clear: discipline died the day we demonised the rotan.

In the 1960s and 1970s, being caned by a teacher was a badge of shame, one that most of us wore only once because we learned our lesson. When a teacher disciplined us, our parents didn’t storm into the school demanding an apology. Instead, in the case of yours truly, my parents gave me another round of caning at home. That partnership between parents and teachers forged generations of well-behaved, responsible citizens.

Today, that partnership is broken. The cane is gone, replaced by “counselling sessions” that neither deter nor correct. Teachers are paralysed by fear of lawsuits, of social media backlash, of parents who believe their little angels can do no wrong. Parents, on the other hand, are either overprotective or entirely absent. Both extremes are equally destructive.

Let’s not mince words. Parents must shoulder 80 per cent of the blame for this moral collapse. Too many have abdicated their roles, outsourcing parenting to smartphones, tablets, and TikTok. Prime Minister Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim recently blamed social media for the rising tide of student misconduct. He is not wrong, but he is not entirely right either. The problem is not social media itself; it is the absence of parental control.

Parents today are too distracted, too career-obsessed, too indulgent to notice the rot growing under their own roofs. Many are busy chasing material comfort while their children spiral into moral chaos. When both parents work long hours and come home exhausted, who raises the children? The internet.

Let’s be brutally honest. Many of these issues stem from poor family planning and the inability of some parents to provide proper guidance. What is the logic of having six or seven children when both parents barely have time to raise one properly?

I have often said this, though it may sound harsh: if you cannot afford to raise children with proper care, supervision and values, do not have them. The government should even consider policies to promote responsible parenthood, encouraging families to focus on quality upbringing rather than quantity of offspring.

A retired senior journalist, Azman, told me bluntly that “consensual s*x among students might be going on for years. The only difference is that now there’s evidence; videos circulating via handphones. That’s why it’s all out in the open.”

“The latest ‘r**e’ or consensual s*x cases have caused uproars because they’ve gone viral. But this issue should have been tackled long ago, not swept under the carpet for fear of damaging the school’s image,” he said.

Azman believes parents bear the biggest responsibility. He insists they must monitor their children and provide moral education at home.

“We’ve stressed moral and religious education for decades, but has it really helped? This moral decay is like cancer, already at Stage Four. No education minister or strict teacher, no matter how gung-ho, can overcome it unless parents wake up,” he said.

The recent stabbing case at a school in Bandar Utama, Petaling Jaya, where a 14-year-old boy killed a girl student with a knife, has added another horrifying chapter to this national tragedy. Schools have begun using metal detectors to screen students at the gates. It’s a measure born of fear, not foresight.

The problem is not just physical security; it’s emotional neglect. Teachers need to be trained not only to teach but to detect. Early intervention through proper counselling, psychological support, and behavioural monitoring must become standard practice. Every school should have a team comprising teachers, counsellors, parents, and clinical psychologists to monitor emotional distress, aggression, or sudden behavioural changes.

But all this will mean nothing if students are not afraid to cross the line. Without the fear of punishment, moral awareness evaporates. So, I say bring back the cane!

Let’s be clear. The return of corporal punishment is not about inflicting pain. It’s about restoring respect for authority and responsibility. A controlled, just, and proportionate caning system administered with compassion but firmness can be the deterrent this generation desperately needs.

Melaka state education committee chairman Datuk Rahmad Mariman said it best: “We hope the caning system will be reintroduced in schools, but it must be implemented wisely in a bid to educate and not to inflict pain.” He is right.

The cane, when used judiciously, teaches accountability. It reminds students that actions have consequences. It doesn’t make them violent; it prevents them from becoming violent. Those of us who grew up under such a system are living proof.

Of course, not everyone agrees. My friend Ms. Reha K, a mother of three, insists that “caning makes a child rebellious and vengeful”. She believes punishment breeds resentment. With due respect, that argument doesn’t hold up. The rebellion of today’s youth is not the result of too much discipline but of too little. Fear of authority, when tempered with fairness and love, is not cruelty; it’s guidance.

As for the argument that caning causes “mental destruction”, the truth is, what’s truly destroying our children is moral indifference, not moral correction. A society that fears discipline more than it fears crime has lost its moral compass.

Civil society groups are right to call this a “total failure” of the education system. But this failure goes beyond schools. It reflects a larger national malaise, an erosion of values, the glorification of materialism, and the obsession with political correctness. We talk endlessly about religious education, moral studies, and Rukun Negara values, yet these principles remain confined to textbooks. When a student can stab a classmate or r**e a peer in a classroom, we must admit that moral education has failed in practice.

Azman puts it best: “We’ve been preaching morality and religion for decades, but the output keeps worsening. Teachers are forced to teach, not to inspire. The system is robotic and soulless.”

He is right again. No education minister, no syllabus reform, and no exam policy can fix this without parental partnership and societal honesty. The system is sick because the soul of our parenting culture is sick.

The rotan once symbolised the line between right and wrong. Its absence has erased that line. We have created a generation unafraid of consequences, unashamed of wrongdoing, and unanchored from morality.

Bring back the cane. Not to hurt, but to heal. Not to punish, but to protect.

https://www.sarawaktribune.com/when-students-turn-predators-a-nations-moral-collapse/

* The views expressed here are those of the columnist and do not necessarily represent the views of Sarawak Tribune. The writer can be reached at [email protected]

21/10/2025
HAPPY LUMINOUS AND LOVE-FILLED DIWALI/DEEPAVALI TO ALL MALAYSIANS, ESPECIALLY MY BELOVED MUM, FAMILY MEMBERS, RELATIVES,...
19/10/2025

HAPPY LUMINOUS AND LOVE-FILLED DIWALI/DEEPAVALI TO ALL MALAYSIANS, ESPECIALLY MY BELOVED MUM, FAMILY MEMBERS, RELATIVES, FRIENDS, COLLEAGUES, BUSINESS ASSOCIATES, FACEBOOK AND SOCIAL MEDIA PALS!

As we light the lamps and adorn our homes with joy, may this Festival of Lights illuminate not just our surroundings, but our hearts and minds.

Let us celebrate the triumph of hope over despair, kindness over division, and wisdom over ignorance.

In every sparkle of a firework and every sweet shared, may we find renewed strength to uplift one another and walk forward in unity as Malaysians, regardless of race or religion!

To my dear beloved mom, thank you for being my pillar.

To my dear Kiki (Linesha) and Ravin, thank you for being awesome kids — and the support you have given me.

To my dear friends near and far, old and new, thank you for being part of my journey. May your days ahead be blessed with good health, meaningful connections, and the quiet grace of inner peace.

Let this Diwali/Deepavali be a gentle reminder that even the smallest flame can dispel the deepest darkness.

Shine on, and may your light inspire others!

MENTOR WHO SHAPED MY LIFE IN JOURNALISMColumn, Opinion8 September 2025M Rajah“A mentor is not someone who walks ahead of...
08/09/2025

MENTOR WHO SHAPED MY LIFE IN JOURNALISM

Column, Opinion
8 September 2025

M Rajah

“A mentor is not someone who walks ahead of us and tells us how they did it. A mentor is someone who walks alongside us to guide us on what we can do.” ~ Simon Sinek, American author and inspirational speaker

WHEN our Class of ’75 gathers in Kuala Lumpur from September 11-14 for a mini reunion, the air will be filled with nostalgia; laughter about schoolboy pranks, tales of teachers who shaped us, and reflections on how far we have come since those carefree days.

For me, however, this reunion carries a deeper significance. It is a moment to pay tribute to a classmate, a colleague, an employer, and above all, a mentor who set me on the path that would define my life: Tan Sri Clement Hii.

Today, Clement is celebrated as a billionaire entrepreneur, a visionary educator, and the driving force behind SEGi University. But long before the world knew him as a corporate leader, I knew him as a classmate with an extraordinary gift for words.

In the classrooms of our secondary school, Clement already stood out as a budding essayist and storyteller. His command of language, his sharp observations, and his ability to breathe life into the written word were qualities that made all of us sit up and take notice.

Even in those early days, Clement was not content with confining his talent to school assignments. While still a student, he was already contributing articles and news reports to the Sarawak Vanguard and the Brunei-based Borneo Bulletin.

By the time most of us were still wondering what to do after Form Five, Clement had already secured his place in the professional world of journalism, joining the Borneo Bulletin as a sub-editor in the late 1970s.

For me, that was a turning point. Inspired by Clement’s leap into the world of newspapers, I resolved to follow in his footsteps. At 19, barely out of my teens, I made the bold decision to enter journalism. In 1979, I joined the Sarawak Herald as a sub-editor.

My rise in the newsroom was swift; within a year I was appointed editor-in-chief. But it would be misleading to say I achieved this on my own. Clement’s guiding hand was never far away.

He had briefly served as the Herald’s editor-in-chief before being headhunted to lead a brand-new paper, The Borneo Post. Although we found ourselves in rival newsrooms, we remained in close contact. He was my sounding board, my critic, and my greatest encourager.

Looking back, those years were formative not just for me but for a generation of Sarawak journalists. Clement had a natural instinct for leadership. He was never selfish with his knowledge; he readily shared his insights into editing, writing, and the delicate balance between accuracy and readability.

To me, he was more than a friend; he was my mentor. I can say with certainty that without Clement Hii, I would not have become the journalist I am today.

Our paths crossed often in the early 1980s. I joined Clement in his ambitious ventures such as Borneo Business, a publication that chronicled the economic pulse of Sarawak, Sabah, and Brunei. Together, we also produced a special edition titled ‘Headlines and Highlights’ to mark Brunei’s independence in 1984, a project that remains etched in my memory.

Later, Clement launched Malaysian Focus, Sarawak’s very own weekly newspaper in the mould of the Borneo Bulletin. He invited me to serve as its editor, a responsibility I embraced with pride.

These experiences were more than just jobs. They were lessons in vision and courage. Clement taught me that journalism was not merely about reporting the news; it was about capturing the heartbeat of society, amplifying voices, and shaping discourse.

He showed me that to be a journalist was to be a custodian of truth, and that conviction has never left me.

Of course, our careers also diverged. In 1983, I moved to The Borneo Post, where I served as sports editor before eventually rising to editor-in-chief.

Clement, meanwhile, took a different path, leaving journalism to embark on entrepreneurial ventures in education and later into property and his own print and online newspapers and magazines. His foresight and tenacity led to the creation of SEGi College, which grew into SEGi University, a name synonymous with quality higher education in Malaysia.

Yet, even as he scaled new heights in business, Clement never forgot his journalistic roots, nor the people he had worked with along the way. In 2010, when The Star decided to expand into East Malaysia, it was Clement, then the paper’s deputy chairman, who personally recruited me to head the Sabah and Sarawak edition as its senior editor.

It was a role that brought me back into the national media spotlight, and once again, it was Clement who believed in me and opened the door.

Our professional collaboration did not end there. Years later, when Clement established the news portal theantdaily, he invited me to take the helm as its editor. I accepted, and once again found myself learning from his entrepreneurial daring and editorial instincts.

Even when I charted my own course, from The Star to running my own restaurant, and later to editing the New Sarawak Tribune, Clement’s influence remained a constant.

Today, I continue to serve as associate editor of the renamed Sarawak Tribune, where I also pen a weekly column, Gasak Ajak. Each week, as I write my column, I am reminded of the values instilled in me by Clement: clarity, integrity, and the courage to speak truth.

Along this journey, another of our classmates, Philip Hii, also pursued journalism, carving out a career as a reporter and feature writer before venturing successfully into business alongside Clement.

Our trio’s shared beginnings in the newsroom are proof that Clement’s influence extended beyond just one life; it inspired a generation of us.

As I reflect on more than four decades in journalism, I am struck by one truth: once a journalist, always a journalist. The thrill of chasing stories, the satisfaction of crafting narratives, and the duty of serving the public interest.

These are passions that never fade. But behind my story lies the story of another, the classmate whose inspiration sparked my journey and whose mentorship sustained it.

Tan Sri Clement Hii is often described today as a property magnate, an educationist, and a philanthropist. To me, however, he will always be first and foremost a journalist, and the mentor who believed in me before I believed in myself.

My career, my success, and my continued passion for journalism are, in no small measure, because of him.

And so, as our Class of ’75 gathers once again, I will raise a quiet toast to Clement. For the words we once wrote as idealistic youths have shaped not only our lives but also, in their own way, the history of journalism in Sarawak.

Thank you, Tan Sri, for lighting the spark. It still burns bright today.

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