Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
But she didn't respond to his overtures. The old animosity rekindled. At this time, Mantera's father died, and after the cremation ceremonies, Mantera took over as head of the palace. He summoned Arini's father, who sharecropped for the palace. Mantera told him that his rice fields were being poorly farmed and they were going to be given to a more product tenant. Arini's father protested, but Mantera did not relent. Then he said, the palace needed another attendant who could cook. His daughter Arini was a good cook, was she not? If her father sent her to work at the palace, then he could continue sharecropping the fields. When Arini's father ordered her to the palace, she took with her the pistol that belonged to Catra's aunt, a former underground guerilla fighter. At the palace, in front of a delegation from another royal house, she tried to shoot the boar in the sty, but she misaimed and the kick of the pistol knocked her to the ground. The police arrested her. That night her warung burned down. Her family brokered a deal with the palace that exiled her for a year to Java. So she joined Catra at his university and returned a married woman, the wife of the village's new schoolteacher. On the recording, Dharma's voice says: "Mantera kicked Arini's father off the rice fields, but I worked out a private deal and allowed him to farming as usual for his tenant's share. A minor administrative headache for me, but it kept Arini's family from poverty." Tina asks, "And what happened between Mantera and Arini when she returned as Catra's wife?" "Nothing," Dharma says. "Until 1965 and Gestapu." In the late hours of September 30, 1965 and into the early morning of October 1st, rogue leftist army units led by Lt. Colonel Untung of the Tjakrawibawa presidential guard kidnapped six army generals from their Djakarta homes. They seized the telecommunications office and surrounded the Presidential Palace. In his proclamation of a new government, read out over the national radio, Lt. Colonel Untung declared this action to be the 30 th September Movement and stated that that he was rescuing President Sukarno and the Revolution from a Council of Generals who were planning an antirevolutionary coup. Three generals were killed in the abduction, and three were taken alive to Halim Air Force Base, which served as headquarters for the plot. At the time of the coup, the Air Force was conducting paramilitary training at the base for Gerwani women, with representatives of various mass organizations due to arrive soon. At Halim, the three generals still alive were killed, and all six corpses, plus that of a junior officer, were thrown down a nearby well. Later on October 1 st , President Sukarno visited Air Force base and consulted with the ringleaders, thereby opening himself to accusations that he himself had masterminded the plot. The plotters had overlooked Major General Soeharto and his Red Berets, crack commando troops. In the morning hours of October 1, Soeharto was already mobilizing his men to counterattack. With little bloodshed, his loyalist officers talked the rogue battalions back into their barracks and retook the telecommunications building. During an evening assault, they also retook Halim Air Force base, with only a single fatality, that of a water buffalo, accidentally shot. On these events, the fate of the nation turned. No graceful pivot, but a lurching violent swing. In a clever acronym with overtones of the Nazis, barbaric cousins to the 122
treacherous Communists, the Army quickly relabeled the September 30 Movement, or Gerakan Tiga Puluh September, into Gestapu. Soeharto and his loyalists moved to crush the ringleaders and then the Communist party leadership. The Communist Party, which had been accelerating to power via political process, was cut off at the knees and then gutted. When the bodies of the slain generals were found, there spread like wildfire lurid stories of how they'd been tortured by the Gerwani women. Gerwani became a symbol of treachery and wanton wickedness. The Army, with the vengeful help of nationalist and Islamic organizations, began in October to cleanse Java, to secure the Communists down to their very roots. It was a methodical process. All transportation between the islands was halted. Bali was cut off and locked down. While Java was cleansed, as bodies by the hundreds and thousands filled gullies and floated down the island's rivers, Communists in Bali began to renounce their party and admit their sins. The daily newspapers were filled these remorseful and fearful confessions. Madé Catra continued to teach at school. He was not PKI, and he had never joined leftist unions. Surely he was safe. Until Mantera came around one morning late in October to visit Arini in the family compound. He had with him an edition of the Harian Rakyat newspaper, which he showed to Arini while standing at the gate. She refused to let him onto the property. "That," Mantera said in his soft, cultured voice, while pointing to the name, "is your husband. The land reform he talks about is my land. It is in a Communist Paper." "The article counsels common sense," Arini replied, as her young daughter clutched her skirt. "If anything, it is to your benefit." "A Communist news organ," Mantera repeated. "You know I am PNI. A nationalist leader. I am in charge of this district. I am keeping," he said, speaking softer yet, "a list of names." Arini said nothing. Mantera folded the newspaper. "I can put your husband on the list or I can keep him safe. It's your choice." "I want you to leave," Arini said. Mantera glanced down at the girl. "Such a lovely child you have." He put his hands together and took his leave. He was back the following day, and the next. Each time, his intrusion extended a just that little bit further into the family compound, to the garden wall inside the gate, to the garden pavilion, to the porch of the simple room where Catra and Arini slept. Every time Arini resisted, Mantera would mention his list of names, growing longer each day. He would smile and pinch her young daughter's cheek and give her a small gift. After he left, Arini would take this gift—a hair brush, a tin bangle, a colored pencil—and throw it into the kitchen hearth. One morning in early November Anak Agung Mantera again stopped in to see Arini. This time his gift for her was a half kilogram of precious white cane sugar. "Perhaps you have not yet offered me coffee because you are ashamed you have no sugar," Mantera said. "Two spoons in my glass, please. Thank you." Wordlessly, Arini retreated to her kitchen hut and made him a glass of coffee, from the tin of powder which she was hording for Catra's morning cup. For Mantera, she 123
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treacherous Communists, the Army quickly relabeled the September 30 Movement, or<br />
Gerakan Tiga Puluh September, into Gestapu. Soeharto and his loyalists moved to crush<br />
the ringleaders and then the Communist party leadership. The Communist Party, which<br />
had been accelerating to power via political process, was cut off at the knees and then<br />
gutted. When the bodies of the slain generals were found, there spread like wildfire lurid<br />
stories of how they'd been tortured by the Gerwani women. Gerwani became a symbol of<br />
treachery and wanton wickedness.<br />
The Army, with the vengeful help of nationalist and Islamic organizations, began<br />
in October to cleanse Java, to secure the Communists down to their very roots. It was a<br />
methodical process. All transportation between the islands was halted. Bali was cut off<br />
and locked down. While Java was cleansed, as bodies by the hundreds and thousands<br />
filled gullies and floated down the island's rivers, Communists in Bali began to renounce<br />
their party and admit their sins. The daily newspapers were filled these remorseful and<br />
fearful confessions.<br />
Madé Catra continued to teach at school. He was not PKI, and he had never<br />
joined leftist unions. Surely he was safe.<br />
Until Mantera came around one morning late in October to visit Arini in the<br />
family compound. He had with him an edition of the Harian Rakyat newspaper, which he<br />
showed to Arini while standing at the gate. She refused to let him onto the property.<br />
"That," Mantera said in his soft, cultured voice, while pointing to the name, "is<br />
your husband. The land reform he talks about is my land. It is in a Communist Paper."<br />
"The article counsels common sense," Arini replied, as her young daughter<br />
clutched her skirt. "If anything, it is to your benefit."<br />
"A Communist news organ," Mantera repeated. "You know I am PNI. A<br />
nationalist leader. I am in charge of this district. I am keeping," he said, speaking softer<br />
yet, "a list of names."<br />
Arini said nothing.<br />
Mantera folded the newspaper. "I can put your husband on the list or I can keep<br />
him safe. It's your choice."<br />
"I want you to leave," Arini said.<br />
Mantera glanced down at the girl. "Such a lovely child you have." He put his<br />
hands together and took his leave.<br />
He was back the following day, and the next. Each time, his intrusion extended a<br />
just that little bit further into the family compound, to the garden wall inside the gate, to<br />
the garden pavilion, to the porch of the simple room where Catra and Arini slept.<br />
Every time Arini resisted, Mantera would mention his list of names, growing<br />
longer each day. He would smile and pinch her young daughter's cheek and give her a<br />
small gift.<br />
After he left, Arini would take this gift—a hair brush, a tin bangle, a colored<br />
pencil—and throw it into the kitchen hearth.<br />
<strong>One</strong> morning in early November Anak Agung Mantera again stopped in to see<br />
Arini. This time his gift for her was a half kilogram of precious white cane sugar.<br />
"Perhaps you have not yet offered me coffee because you are ashamed you have no<br />
sugar," Mantera said. "Two spoons in my glass, please. Thank you."<br />
Wordlessly, Arini retreated to her kitchen hut and made him a glass of coffee,<br />
from the tin of powder which she was hording for Catra's morning cup. For Mantera, she<br />
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