Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter 27 Tina showed Nol the Youtube video taken at the beach when the bones were discovered, and paused the clip when the screeching crone burst into the scene. "Who is she?" she asked. She was certain that her landlord knew. Nol grimaced, as if an internal gas bubble was seeking egress. "Her name's Men Djawa." Under Tina's prodding he reluctantly added that she was a former Batu Gede Gerwani officer who'd been in prison for many years. She was half-crazy, he said, always looking for her two missing daughters, long gone to who knew where. But she made excellent Javanese cakes that she'd sold in the market. She was now in a private mental health clinic in Gianyar. Tina drove out there that afternoon. At the clinic, she was relayed like a baton before she ended up in the cramped office of a young Chinese doctor. "How may I help you?" he asked, his eyebrows twitching. Tina put her laptop on the desk. "As I've told your staff, I would like to see one of your patients. A named Men Djawa." "She is not allowed visitors." Tina turned the laptop toward him. "I'm an anthropologist. During my researches here on Bali, I've long been aware of a big blank spot in history. The 1965 massacres." She played the video. She frankly stated her suspicions that the bones discovered were those of Gerwani members, slaughtered naked on the beach. Perhaps they'd first been tortured and raped. Certainly one was beheaded. She said that Men Djawa, the distraught woman on the video, had also been a Batu Gede Gerwani member who escaped the killings. "And that man you see there," Tina said, pointing at a slender elderly fellow carrying a black cane, "is the man who killed them." The doctor's brows rose and twisted and dipped. "That is a very serious accusation. That gentleman you accuse of being a killer is paying Men Djawa's bills." "To keep her quiet?" "She is making good progress." "Is she lucid? I would like to talk to her, Doctor. I think she has a story that needs to be told." The doctor fiddled with a bronze paperweight shaped as a Komodo dragon, his brows still twitching, but in a troubled manner. He put down the paperweight and said, 148
"My ancestors came from China, but my family has been Indonesian Chinese for many generations. In 1965 my grand-father had a supply contract with the military command, which of course involved kickbacks. That was how one did and still does business. During the 1965 riots in Djakarta, while other Chinese own shops were burned, military soldiers kept ours safe. With the rise of Soeharto, our own family fortunes rose. We became quite wealthy. We owned properties around the world, but Djakarta was always our home. In 1998, there were mass riots that led to Soeharto's resignation. We thought that our loyalty to the regime would guarantee our safety, but not this time. The military stood aside, our private security forces wandered off, and a mob ransacked and burned our place. I myself was in university in Australia, but my sister was attending the University of Indonesia, where she thought she was safe." The brows came to a dead stop. "She was raped and then burned to death." Tina briefly closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she murmured. The doctor unlocked a cabinet behind him. Flipping through hanging folders, he extracted papers from one. "Men Djawa has been in and out of state mental institutions several times. It would professionally unethical for me to show you her confidential patient records, but there are some government documents appended. You would need my permission to look at them, a permission I am denying." The doctor put the papers by the bronze dragon. He glanced at his watch and opened his agenda book to write, repeating out loud his words, "Tina Briddle requests to see Men Djawa. Denied." He closed the book. "Just to aid my memory in the future if needed. I have an appointment. In half an hour, the patients in her wing will be taken to the back garden. Friends and family often visit. I've never heard of an anthropologist doing so, but if one did, I would imagine she would use tact and sympathy. If you will excuse me." The doctor left the room. Tina waited a few discreet seconds and then looked through the papers. The standard police report and welfare agency intake information, including a photocopy of a Identity Card that gave her name as Parwati. In her ID photo she stared into the camera with empty eyes. The letters "ET" stamped onto the card marked her as ex-political prisoner, a second class citizen with limited rights and very limited employment opportunities, required to regularly report to the authorities. There was also a photocopy of a typed government intelligence summary dated November, 1966, dotted with many acronyms and long numbers. Portions of it had had been blacked out. Parwati was Gerwani, the chairwoman of the Bate Gede branch. She'd been hiding in Singaradja, where she was arrested based on a loyal citizen's information. The name of the citizen was heavily inked out. Her husband, was PKI and made secure. There were two daughters, Endang and Sri, fate unknown. Parwati was held first in temporary detention at a military base in Singaradja for two months, then transferred to a center in Tabanan, where she was classified a category C prisoner. After an escape attempt, she was reclassified to B category and relocated to a main camp in central Java, where she was held for decades and then finally released without trail or recompense. Large trees shaded the garden, with squares of lawn decorated with flower beds. Men Djawa sat a wheel chair in a patch of sunlight, her hands resting in the lap of her striped clinic gown as she stared unseeing into the distance. On the bench next to her a 149
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"My ancestors came from China, but my family has been Indonesian Chinese for many<br />
generations. In 1965 my grand-father had a supply contract with the military command,<br />
which of course involved kickbacks. That was how one did and still does business.<br />
During the 1965 riots in Djakarta, while other Chinese own shops were burned, military<br />
soldiers kept ours safe. With the rise of Soeharto, our own family fortunes rose. We<br />
became quite wealthy. We owned properties around the world, but Djakarta was always<br />
our home. In 1998, there were mass riots that led to Soeharto's resignation. We thought<br />
that our loyalty to the regime would guarantee our safety, but not this time. The military<br />
stood aside, our private security forces wandered off, and a mob ransacked and burned<br />
our place. I myself was in university in Australia, but my sister was attending the<br />
University of Indonesia, where she thought she was safe." The brows came to a dead<br />
stop. "She was raped and then burned to death."<br />
Tina briefly closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she murmured.<br />
The doctor unlocked a cabinet behind him. Flipping through hanging folders, he<br />
extracted papers from one. "Men Djawa has been in and out of state mental institutions<br />
several times. It would professionally unethical for me to show you her confidential<br />
patient records, but there are some government documents appended. You would need<br />
my permission to look at them, a permission I am denying." The doctor put the papers by<br />
the bronze dragon. He glanced at his watch and opened his agenda book to write,<br />
repeating out loud his words, "Tina Briddle requests to see Men Djawa. Denied." He<br />
closed the book. "Just to aid my memory in the future if needed. I have an appointment.<br />
In half an hour, the patients in her wing will be taken to the back garden. Friends and<br />
family often visit. I've never heard of an anthropologist doing so, but if one did, I would<br />
imagine she would use tact and sympathy. If you will excuse me."<br />
The doctor left the room.<br />
Tina waited a few discreet seconds and then looked through the papers.<br />
The standard police report and welfare agency intake information, including a<br />
photocopy of a Identity Card that gave her name as Parwati. In her ID photo she stared<br />
into the camera with empty eyes. The letters "ET" stamped onto the card marked her as<br />
ex-political prisoner, a second class citizen with limited rights and very limited<br />
employment opportunities, required to regularly report to the authorities.<br />
There was also a photocopy of a typed government intelligence summary dated<br />
November, 1966, dotted with many acronyms and long numbers. Portions of it had had<br />
been blacked out. Parwati was Gerwani, the chairwoman of the Bate Gede branch. She'd<br />
been hiding in Singaradja, where she was arrested based on a loyal citizen's information.<br />
The name of the citizen was heavily inked out. Her husband, was PKI and made secure.<br />
There were two daughters, Endang and Sri, fate unknown.<br />
Parwati was held first in temporary detention at a military base in Singaradja for<br />
two months, then transferred to a center in Tabanan, where she was classified a category<br />
C prisoner. After an escape attempt, she was reclassified to B category and relocated to a<br />
main camp in central Java, where she was held for decades and then finally released<br />
without trail or recompense.<br />
Large trees shaded the garden, with squares of lawn decorated with flower beds.<br />
Men Djawa sat a wheel chair in a patch of sunlight, her hands resting in the lap of her<br />
striped clinic gown as she stared unseeing into the distance. On the bench next to her a<br />
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