If you’re
born during the 1990’s or experienced the 1998 revolution by looking at the
marching buses full with angry civilians waving their flags crying for a change
— through a window of the building that you had Kumon elementary school math
course inside.. then probably you, more or less are seeing the same thing
through the same lens with me right now.
Perhaps
what we see isn’t as important as what we don’t see.
After the fall of Soeharto
and the New Order regime, Indonesia turned slowly from a feudalistic
authoritarian country to a somewhat “democratic” one. The change that people
have been waiting for finally came, or so we believe.
Us, the proud
bastards of the 90s, were always told not to remember the sins of our fathers
through the “un-exposedness” of the mass media. Our history textbooks only tell
what the winner of history wanted to tell: the communist purge, East Timor, or
any other sites of state-sponsored violence and genocides. Not to mention how
they told us the reason for justifying the gore act that they did to our
Chinese-descendant brothers and neighbors; or how beautiful Bali is, until the
ocean waves slowly washes away the sand that hides hundreds of graveyard of
innocent men and unborn child.
West Papua
is another picture-perfect example. We always knew how primitive the Papuan
people are; that we’re nobles in fine clothes and them the koteka-wearing
savages. We always knew that god gave birth to one of the prettiest paradise on
earth there, which we call Raja Ampat; that their land has rich-load of gold
and natural resources. We always knew that, not only wears koteka, but they’re
also a life-threatening separatist savages; that we always know the number of
soldiers killed by OPM (Free Papua Movement).
But what
we’ve never been told is that Papuans are also human. We never knew how they
struggle for their lives; how they fight for their land and trees, so some
multinational corporation won’t rape it; how they honor the nature and their
ancestors. We never knew their history; how they’ve fought for their
independence from the Dutch in 1961; how their fathers were pointed with guns
and will get shot in the head if they don't vote for supporting Indonesia’s
occupation in the 1969 “Act of Free Choice” at New York. We never knew the
number of Papuan men that had bullets shot into their head, or their women
being ripped off and raped by our noble state military men in front of their
own village families in an open field, or how their children carries inerasable
scars of war trauma.