When I come home to see my parents, these topics usually appear when I talk to my dad: my job, aliens, weird/ silly gossips about our neighbors, my nephews and nieces, problems in our country and stupid jokes. The last conversation I had with him about problems in our country was how lotsa people think that Soeharto era was still better than what we have today, that they miss that era. It’s sad, especially when people who say it are educated and knew the real truth, what really happened under that 32 years regime.
Yes, I’m acutely aware that everything was cheaper but hell-to-the-o, he did crime against humanity, his family and friends were practicing corruption (we’re still facing this shitty situation, yes yes I know, you don’t have to remind me of that. Still it wasn’t a better era, IMO), and we inherited debts from him.
My dad and I have never had faith in any ex-militants-who-turned-into-politicians. We think that this kinda people have more tendencies to become a dictator, a cold-hearted tyrant, and a megalomaniac than politicians with different backgrounds. That’s why we’re a bit worried knowing that some ex-militants who are predicted to run for the next election. Merely because some people still think that enthrone someone who resembles Soeharto is a good idea. It feels like they’d prefer to be blinded with temporary solutions for problems in this country.
Seriously people, just ask Google to give you information about Soeharto’s crime. I did. It will show you 1,760,000 results. And it’s really heartbreaking to read those articles.
For the last two years or so, a group of West Auckland teen boys calling themselves the “Roast Busters” have gotten their jollies picking up sometimes-underage girls, feeding them alcohol, and then, once they’re too intoxicated to fend off their advances, gang raping them.
Once the act has been completed, the boys posted videos of their exploits to social media in an attempt to name and shame the girls. The boys are privileged sons of law enforcement and an actor who costarred in The Matrix. The girls are too humiliated by their exposure to come forward. And police say they can’t do a damn thing about it. In fact, police knew about the group’s active and disgusting Facebook page but say they weren’t able to have the thing taken down.
Read the full article here
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SRSLY, WHAT THE FUCK?!
This is sick and i really wish that they will get arrested, raped in jail, humiliated, and castrated.
In a 1956 letter to a hospitalized friend, Camus explores how body and mind conspire in sorrow and happiness:
The solidarity of bodies, unity at the center of the mortal and suffering flesh. This is what we are and nothing else. We are this plus human genius in all its forms, from the child to Einstein.
No, … it is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life. … What you must do now is nothing more than live like everybody else. You deserve, by what you are, a happiness, a fullness that few people know. Yet today this fullness is not dead, it is a part of life and, to its credit, it reigns over you whether you want it to or not. But in the coming days you must live alone, with this hole, this painful memory. This lifelessness that we all carry inside of us — by us, I mean to say those who are not taken to the height of happiness, and who painfully remember another kind of happiness that goes beyond the memory.
Sometimes, for violent minds, the time that we tear off for work, that is torn away from time, is the best. An unfortunate passion.
My best friend sent me those words above a few days ago. Somehow it feels like they kinda compatible with what I felt lately (also with Radiohead’s Scatterbrain). You know, when you feel like you’re emotionally exhausted, like you have this fathomless-inexplicable fatigue that can lead you to numbness and think that the best way to live your life and get away from your problems/suffer is probably to just take everything that you have in front of you? To realize that some people are meant to not get what they want – no matter how simple those things are, or no matter how hard they have tried – and just embrace it..be aloof..indifferent?
Yeah, I’m jaded. I still am. But I’ve been trying to cope with it by thinking that, “well, that’s life, and suffering is part of it. Maybe the process to deal with it makes you stronger and wiser”.
And although i can’t say that i’m totally zen right now, i’m ready to have hopes on several things again..to say to myself, “i can pull it off”.
Somebody asked again about ‘how to change things?’ All great men that I have worked with, from Eduardo Galeano to Pramoedya Ananta Toer were allergic to such questions, and so was I, lately.
I reminded them of some of the last words of Mr. Ananta Toer, the greatest Southeast Asian novelist, that were spoken to me. He was a prisoner of conscience in Suharto’s concentration camps, a man whose books were burned and who was sidelined and endlessly embittered at the end of his life:
“Bukan reformasi – revolusi!” He proclaimed defiantly to the lens of my film camera. “Indonesia will never change through the reforms, only through revolution!”
Riding his wooden horse, Jokowi and his deputy are not carrying any revolutionary banners. Look closer at their plastic, mass-produced guns; listen to their words.
Jokowi is no Indonesian Hugo Chavez, Evo Morales, Lula, or Ho Chi Minh.
I actually have no idea who he is. I only know what he is not.
Andre Vltchek; novelist, filmmaker and investigative journalist.
- I have no problems whatsoever with Jokowi-Ahok. I didn’t vote for him in 2012. But this is, indeed, a very interesting article about Jokowi-Ahok, Jakarta, corruption, and Indonesia. Read the full article here
If I ever hear an anti-Muslim comment, I will repeat the words of this soldier.
"You have the choice to go shop anywhere just like he has a choice to practice his religion.
Heroes come in many shapes and sizes. That wasn’t heroic at all. It was just, being a person, and standing up for someone else.”
great answer, soldier! :)
I expect you to not taking advantage of the ownership of your press ID for your own personal benefit. If you’re applying for passport for some personal trip, don’t use your ID to cutting in line or make the process easier/faster for you.
If you’re a journalist,
I expect you to be smart, open minded, wise, yet still humble. Because dude, this world already filled with lots of arrogant people who constantly bragging like a boring merry-go-round about their abilities and intelligences. Yes, of course you have to be good with words, your job demands that, but you’re more than just some annoying-lunatic-grammar-nazi who makes a conversation less interesting just because you always have that urge to fix what people say although you actually understand the context of things they say. Yes, you have to be critical, but..isn’t it sort of exhausting to criticize what people say when it’s not really necessary?
If you’re a journalist,
I expect you to be less judgy. Because as a journalist, you’ve probably seen/ heard/ read things more than most common people in this world. Because your job demands you to meet so many people with different characters, backgrounds, and things that motivate them to do things. Because when most people see things in black and white, you have the access to see it in so many different colors and layers. And I know that as human we tend to make our own judgments in our heads, but I think the first and wisest thing to do about it is to keep them inside our heads for a while and put considerations of the impact if we eventually decide to make a statement based on those intricate words in our heads.
If you’re a journalist,
I want you to know that, as an ex journalist and a person who studied journalism, I know it is not easy to be a journalist. No, it’s not. It’s hard. Sometimes, it’s hard as f*ck. It’s tiring, physically and emotionally. You have to deal with a tight deadline, try to be less subjective (IMHO, there’s always a hidden agenda and cover all sides is almost impossible), keep your integrity, and idk about other countries, but in Indonesia, the rate for salary is pretty low. Not to mention that some people have bad perception about your job and the risk of getting killed in a conflict area or because you’re writing sensitive topic about politics. That’s why not everyone can be a good journalist and spend years in journalism with ethics and idealism. You have to be tough and sane enough to keep your attitude. And I hope you’re sane and wise enough to digest this writing in a good way, unlike some journalists whom I accidentally met and give journalists a bad name.
Well, just a thought.