When S. Dhanabalan was posted to the foreign ministry as senior minister of state in February 1979, he swallowed his doubts and stepped up. Foreign affairs was, by his own admission, “not the kind of thing that intrinsically appealed to me”. His background was in banking and finance.
Dhana, as he was usually called by his colleagues, had started his career in the finance ministry. Armed with an honours degree in economics from the University of Malaya in Singapore, he had risen swiftly, helping to set up the Economic Development Board and the Development Bank of Singapore. He was the bank's executive vice-president when the PAP tapped him for politics at the age of 39 in 1976.
With his stellar record, he was one of the younger leaders groomed to form the nucleus of the next generation of Singapore's leadership. In appearance, he was clean-cut, urbane and short – about five feet tall – with an angular jaw and flashing dark eyes.
In 1978, when he was promoted to senior minister of state in the national development ministry, the work was well within his comfort zone. Not so his switch to MFA just six months later. Everyone was watching the 42-year-old political neophyte – could he make it as the potential successor to Raja, a political grandee at 64?
The reality was, for anyone – whoever it was – taking over from the founding minister, it would be like stepping into the shoes of a great, almost mythical, giant. Raja more than embodied MFA – he was MFA. He was its moving spirit. He had created it from nothing and given it life.
The foreign ministry's framework, strategies and priorities were all stored in Raja's mind, and even then, he was improvising as he went along. By 1979 when Dhana arrived, Raja had virtually become the sole authority in the ministry on external developments and foreign policy. Since 1965, every Cabinet portfolio except his as foreign minister had seen changes.
It was a measure of Dhana's stoic sense of duty that, when presented with the unnerving challenge, his response was: “Someone had to do it. I was prepared to take a shot at it.” It would be a baptism of fire.