Indonesia: 50 Years After the Coup and the CIA
Sponsored Terrorist Massacre. The Ruin of Indonesian Society
By Andre Vltchek
Global Research, October 13, 2015
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Last year, I stopped travelling to Indonesia. I
simply did… I just could not bear being there,
anymore. It was making me unwell. I felt psychologically and physically sick.
Indonesia has matured into perhaps the most
corrupt country on Earth, and possibly into the
most indoctrinated and compassionless place
anywhere under the sun. Here, even the victims
were not aware of their own conditions anymore.
The victims felt shame, while the mass murderers
were proudly bragging about all those horrendous
killings and rapes they had committed. Genocidal
cadres are all over the government.
Don’t get me wrong: there is really nothing wrong
with maturity. But instead of maturing elegantly
into something noble, like a precious wine,
Indonesia just decayed into disgusting vinegar,
or spoiled milk, or most likely into something
much, much more sinister – a monstrous
decomposing carcass in the middle of a once
socialist, progressive and anti-imperialist Asia.
After the 1965 coup backed by the US, Australia
and Europe, some 2-3 million Indonesians died, in
fact were slaughtered mercilessly in an unbridled
orgy of terror: teachers, intellectuals, artists,
unionists, and Communists vanished. The US
Embassy in Jakarta provided a detailed list of
those who were supposed to be liquidated. The
army, which was generously paid by the West and
backed by the countless brainwashed religious
cadres of all faiths, showed unprecedented zeal,
killing and imprisoning almost everyone capable
of thinking. Books were burned and film studios and theatres closed down.
Women from the left-wing organizations, after
being savagely raped, had their breasts
amputated. They were labeled as witches, atheists, sexual maniacs and perverts.
Professional militant Christian cadres from
Holland and other Western countries landed in
Indonesia well before the coup. They were
entrusted with the radicalization of Muslims,
Hindus, Protestants, Catholics and the Indonesian
military. They labeled Communists and other
leftists as “dangerous atheists” and began an
indoctrination and training campaign aimed to liquidate them.
The right-wing Chinese individuals, mostly
traitors who just escaped from their Communist
revolutionary homeland, happily joined the
fascist putsch-nick clique and later the
murderous, whoring and treasonous regime of
General Suharto. They joined it as snitches and
“preachers”. The Chinese minority in Indonesia,
while undoubtedly suffering from certain
discrimination, had joined the most oppressive
domestic and foreign forces, shamelessly
collaborating with military fascism, Western
imperialism and the savage capitalist system,
which it itself had helped to establish. Because
of its control over the crucial part of the local
“economy” (read: plunder of the natural
resources) and its ownership of the countless
brainwashing media outlets and private
educational facilities, the Chinese minority in
Indonesia has been playing a decisive and
devastating role in the spectacular collapse of post-1965 Indonesia.
After the slaughters of 1965/66, everything
resembling the Revolution and the People’s
Republic of China was banned and obliterated in
Indonesia, including red color, the Chinese
language, and the word “Communism” itself. Some
of it was “inconvenient”, but overall, the
Chinese right-wing anti-Communist émigrés in
Indonesia finally had it their way! Suharto’s
fascism was definitely closer to their hearts
than the anti-Western-imperialism and the power
sharing between the progressive Muslim leader
Sukarno and his “golden child”, the Communist Party of Indonesia (PKI).
After the genocide, the great selling of
Indonesia began. Corruption and privatization
went hand in hand. Ideological and intellectual
blindness were administered to the population.
The murder and rape of millions, theft of
everything that used to belong to the nation…
Thus was committed the greatest treason of the 20th century.
Roughly 50 years after this disaster took place,
I broke my self-imposed ban and visited Indonesia once again.
*
This time, I did not come to Indonesia for
academic work. In fact, I have fully divorced
myself from academia, now considering it as
prostituted and defunct as journalism. Philosophy
has to break itself free from academia and its
institutions. Philosophy deals with life, while
contemporary academia represents intellectual death.
My damning book, “Indonesia: Archipelago of
Fear”, was published more than 3 years ago by
Pluto in London, then translated and published by
Badak Merah into the Indonesian language. Other
translations followed. Enough of theory!
I came back once again to breathe polluted air
and to see the ruins of Indonesian society –
ruins visible all over the capital. I came to
observe the uninspired expressions on people’s
faces, to once again experience the totally
collapsed infrastructure. I came to face the
society that had liquidated almost all science,
philosophy and arts, and where local workers are
now unable to even put two simple tiles together
in a matching manner, much less construct a spaceship or passenger jet.
I returned to shout and to curse, and to write
this as a warning to those who still think that a
savage capitalism could actually work, that a
country that would allow its “elites” to turn it
into a doormat (or worse) of the West, could simply survive, let alone thrive.
I came to say what is clear but “forbidden” to
say: “Indonesia died! It is finished. It was
murdered some time between 1965 and now. It will
never get back to its feet. People living there
do not really live in a country, but inside a horrific, decaying cadaver.”
The only way forward would be a revolution, as
Pramoedya Ananta Toer used to say. A total
revolution, a reset! Return to what was destroyed
in 1965. Bury the corpse, put on trial all those
who have been committing treason, and start from zero, from the beginning!
This is reality, and it does not require footnotes or quotations!
*
But back to the deal between Empire and local “elites”:
The deal was clear: the West allowed the
putsch-nicks and their religious and
“educationalist” lackeys to rob the nation,
tolerating the lowest forms of corruption. But,
in exchange, they had to guarantee that the
Indonesian people would to be kept thoroughly
brainwashed and uneducated, never demanding the
return of the Communist Party, never striving for
great patriotic ideals and never questioning
market fundamentalism and the indiscriminate
looting of Indonesia’s natural resources.
The Christians that were put “in charge” were
those from the most deranged evangelical sects,
braced by the imported army of North American and
Australian intelligence/religious cadres.
“Prosperity Gospel” and “Pentecostals” were the
most successful implants. The preachers listening
to Voice of America and reading Western economic
journals were suddenly in control.
Saudi-style Wahhabi Western allies shamelessly
sidelined almost all socialist brands of local
Islam, and the most militant and intolerant
varieties of otherwise progressive and socialist
Muslim religion began their destructive,
totalitarian and intellectually ruinous activities.
The West, its media and academia, started
unashamedly backing all fascist cultural dogmas:
including regressive religious and family structures.
Not only that – they kept spreading the most
grotesque lies: about “how tolerant Indonesia
became”, and “how moderate” it is. “Third largest
democracy” was how the Western demagogues have
constantly described the country without one
single pro-people or anti-imperialist political
party. Indonesia is called “the largest economy
of Southeast Asia”, a totally misleading
definition, considering that Indonesia has more
than three times more people that any other
nation in the region. And could it really be
called an “economy”, something that produces
hardly anything and lives predominately from the
unbridled plunder of its natural resources, as
well as from the resources of colonized Papua,
where Indonesia has been committing horrific and silent genocide?
The local media has continuously quoted all this
propaganda and disinformation, quite logically,
considering that corrupt business interests own virtually all of it.
After the regime murdered around 40% of teachers
in Java alone, the education system fell to the
hands of totally ignorant but zealous morons:
themselves collaborators with the West. These
people were nothing more than cynical and money
hungry businessmen and businesswomen, but
definitely not educators. Spreading ignorance and
stupidity was not only their mission; it was a
natural way of expressing themselves, their
method of interacting with the world.
After years of the horrid plunder of the
resources, of incongruous religious gaga, of
censuring of everything deep and creative, and
after preventing Indonesian youth from getting
real knowledge about the world, the country of
Indonesia began eventually resembling what it is
not: a nation of 300 million people (the
government lies about the numbers, too, as I was
told by several leading UN statisticians while I
was working on my book) without one single
thinker (now that people from the PKI and Sukarno
era, like Pramoedya Ananta Toer, passed away),
without one single internationally recognizable
scientist or a musician or public intellectual…
Dirt everywhere, horrendous immoral social
contrasts on every corner… Range Rovers and Gucci
boutiques right next to open sewers and children
showing clear signs of malnutrition. There are
hardly any parks in Indonesia, no waste treatment
plants, and hardly any sidewalks or public
playgrounds for children. There are no public
educational television channels, while public
libraries are almost-not existent – a shocking
contrast to Malaysia. Water is, of course, privatized.
The nation stopped reading. One bookstore after
another is closing down. It only translates a few
hundred titles each year, most of them
commercial. Translations are of horrendous quality.
Nothing, almost nothing, works. There are
constant blackouts, and the roads are uneven and
narrow. Even trans-Java “highways” are two-lane,
narrow potholed tracks, of a worse quality than
some village roads in Thailand or Malaysia.
Traffic jams are all over, in the cities and
countryside, as even poor people have to rely on
private vehicles and infrastructure that has already collapsed many years ago.
Internet and phone signals are so bad that when I
was editing my films, I was forced to fly to
Singapore in order to upload some larger files.
Old ferries are sinking, airplanes are falling
from the sky, and trains keep derailing.
No forests are left intact. The entire nation is
logged out, mined out – ruined, screwed!
And the West is dancing on that horrid Indonesian
carcass, celebrating! Yes, celebrating! It loves,
it adores this “democratic”, “tolerant” nation
which is in ruins. Instead of thinking, Indonesia
is listening to some repulsive pop, grinning
idiotically, producing incomprehensible squeaks
and giggles befitting a mental institution,
sacrificing itself oh-so-generously to the
wellbeing of Western corporations and governments!
*
And so I came again, for just a few days, to show
my feature documentary film at a small, new film
club at TIM in Jakarta… the only film club, with
45 seats for an entire nation of 300 million
inhabitants. I came to show my film about the
1965 Coup, called “Terlena – Breaking of A
Nation”, which I produced some 11 years ago. It
was the first feature documentary film ever made about the 1965 “events”.
I watched my own film and suddenly felt
devastated, because my old friends had “departed”
several years ago, and I missed them… Abdurrahman
Wahid, a former President of Indonesia, a
progressive Muslim leader and a closet socialist,
who was “discreetly” overthrown by the
“elites”… Pramoedya Ananta Toer, the greatest
Indonesian thinker and paramount Southeast Asian writer…
I looked as their faces on the screen, faces so
dear to me, and I thought: “How alive you were!
Even when you were old and ill, how strong and
determined was your will. How alive was your
generation that grew up on the socialist fervor
of great President Sukarno, father of the
non-aligned movement… how alive you were compared
to this cynical, greedy, brainwashed “young
generation” of the corporate whores, of covetous
nitwits, of the pathetic, emotionless, selfish
and empty moral and intellectual degenerates!”
After the screening, predictable questions came
from the audience: “what is to be done?” and
later: “what do you think about the young generation in Indonesia?”
I thought about some of those young social media
damsels, who had come to me in the past, begging
to be ‘educated’ and ‘brainwashed back into
reality’… They ‘wanted to work for humanity’,
they said. I thought about how they were faking
and lying, and how they betrayed and ran away,
always, at the slightest sign of danger… How they
ran back to their fascist clans whenever they
were whistled for, how they dove immediately and
directly into the rectums of their corrupt and
venomous parents and grandparents… I also thought
about the students at the University of Indonesia
– arrogant, disinterested, banging into their
phones and eating shit food during the lectures,
even when presented with some tiny bits of essential information.
“Young generation?” I wondered. In Indonesia,
they felt like some old nomenclature, even at the
age of 15: endless idiotic Barbie dolls on thin
legs… Those of the “elites”, I mean… the rest
were just slaves, exploited, humiliated and fully
conditioned not to ask and not to know. “Young
elites” – embarrassing parodies of the movers and
shakers from Wall Street. So pathetic! No
individuality, dreams, talent, hard work; no
revolutionary and rebellious spirit! The same
crappy, sugary pop music and Hollywood films, the
same Starbucks lattes… While outside, the nation
was burning, choking on its own smoke and
excrements, collapsing and murdering in some of
the most horrendous genocides in the modern
history – East Timor before, and Papua now.
Damned collaborators with the Western fascism!
Bloody ass-lickers of the colonialists! And
nobody thinks about shaving their head as
punishment for selling themselves and the country
to the Empire! That Indonesian boo-boo, coo-coo,
absurd “young” (really, young?) generation!
I spoke. They listened. Then they went home. I
think my shouting provided some entertainment.
Nothing more. I was not shouting in Quito or
Caracas. I was shouting in Jakarta. Most likely,
nothing could be revolutionized here anymore.
*
The next day, I wanted to see a rhino at “Safari
Park”, outside the city of Bogor, but police
decided to torture people and it blocked, for no
apparent reason, the highway exit. They did it
for several hours, just to show that it could…
This way the thugs were able to sell their junk,
and ‘guides’ could take motorists through back
roads. Booty was shared with the police, of
course. Everything was corrupted: even a motorway
could be blocked so police and gangs could make
extra cash! I somehow managed to leave the
highway, after my lungs began threatening to collapse from pollution.
I tried to make it to Bogor, to those old and
famous Botanic Gardens, that were until recently
one of the very few public places in Indonesia.
But when I arrived, I saw devastation: the
gardens were now systematically destroyed by some
horrid construction project. Ancient trees have
been cut down to give way to yet another
revolting sprawl of parking lots. A historic
bridge had been torn down and a new one was being
built, obviously in order to change a
predominately pedestrian area into a driveway.
Instead of serenity, there was loud pop junk music, coming from all directions.
Then I was going on yet another stretch of
clogged highway… and then I witnessed and smelled
a mountain of garbage burning in the middle of Jakarta.
There were some deformed, gangrenous beggars in
the middle of the highway and at several major intersections…
In Jakarta, a former bookstore that I used to
frequent was now converted into a fruit shop. For
dinner, I ate disgusting food at overpriced
restaurants, where the waiters were clearly
“somewhere else”, unable to even keep their eyes
open, or to concentrate on what they were being told.
Several Ferraris were in between all this, and
also a few Prada stores… and those enormous,
monstrous advertisement billboards promoting
cigarettes as something cool and hip.
There was no beauty in sight. No beauty at all. All gone.
While in the traffic jams, I tried to work. But
how could I? The Internet was collapsing, and
mobile phones hardly functioned. I’d written
about it so many times, so why was I surprised?
*
50 years since the coup. A real anniversary –
what many Indonesians are genuinely proud of!
Their moment in the limelight! Their betrayal of
all great ideals and their submission and surrender to the West.
Again, I wanted to run away. I felt physically
sick here: a revolutionary, a rebel, and a
philosopher in this land of obedience and intellectual collapse.
So, I ran. From canals clogged with unimaginable
filth, garbage… from deformities of children and
adults, but with Louis Vuitton boutiques in the
background… from sickening betrayals, and from
constant lies, from long uninterrupted silences,
from the inability to rely on almost anyone, from
the absolute and total lack of poetry, and from
joylessness, from bleakness, from the absence of
love. Yes, above all, from the absence of love.
During the 72 hours that I spent in the place
that I consider to be the closest to hell (and I
have seen more than 150 countries on this Earth),
I suddenly recalled so many things that I tried
to bury and forget: from the stench of the
mutilated bodies of gang raped women in Ermera,
East Timor, to those hundreds of poor animals
slaughtered in the Surabaya zoo, so that some
corrupt “international” project could go on.
I recalled how, after the tsunami in Aceh, the
Indonesian soldiers and police, instead of
helping traumatized victims, were blackmailing
the volunteers, demanding money and threatening
to cut with their knives those precious barrels
of drinking water if the bribes were not
forthcoming. I remembered bodies decomposing in
the pits, because no government worker would lift
his finger and operate heavy equipment without being “greased”.
Oh Indonesia, you are a true daughter of
turbo-capitalism, of the lowest religious
aspirations, of senseless obedience, notorious
lack of education and knowledge, and unimaginable
brutality and lack of compassion!
I saw so much shit during the 20 years that I tried to document your downfall!
I saw deranged Christian preachers, their
sadistic and fanatic eyes popping in ISIL-style
zeal, locking up, for years, their adult
daughters, simply because they wanted to marry non-Christian men.
I witnessed Christian religious services in
Surabaya malls, where totally molded idiots
preachers were declaring with absolute
conviction: “God loves the rich, and that is why
they are rich!” I observed some English-language
church services performed by US and Australian
intelligence apparatchiks… complete with bizarre
and repulsive pop gospels, accompanied by ass
wiggling of thrilled matrons and young girls. I
saw racist, bigoted extremist Sunni Muslims, paid
and conditioned by the Saudi Wahhabis, destroying
Shi’a villages in the middle of backward and desperate island of Madura.
I saw a little girl running away from a burning
mosque in Ambon, and a Christian boy trying to
escape from a gang of Wahhabi youth. They cut him
to pieces, at the end, with their machetes…
I saw so many fires and ashes, and so much
intolerance, stupidity and hate! I saw what
replaced a once great and proud nation governed
by a progressive Muslim President who trusted and
relied upon the great and democratic Communist Party of Indonesia (PKI).
I saw clearly what capitalism, what imperialism,
ignorance and fascist indoctrination can do!
*
And deep inside I swore: “I will re-edit Terlena!
I will re-edit that film of mine, damn it!”
I swore, and it made me feel much better.
Indonesia is the greatest untold story that I
know – the story about what imperialism is capable of doing!
Entire islands deforested, robbed: enormous
Borneo and Sumatra… Tortured elephants and great
apes… Corruption and theft… Filth everywhere, on
the surface of the earth, and inside people’s brains.
The collapse of humanism… the collapse of
humanity. The persistent ruin of intellectualism,
creativity, compassion and tenderness…
I ran, but as I did, I felt those millions and
millions of hands trying to hold me, trying to
slow me down. “We are alone, we are forgotten” I
heard voices. “Stay little bit longer… Write a
few more books, write a few more essays, and make films… Do not abandon us!”
I knew I would do what they were asking. I would
leave and come back again. For those slaughtered
and defenseless creatures, for the ruined
rainforest, for the millions of interrupted lives…
I would come back out of spite for those who ruined Indonesia.
I would come back to warn the world.
I would come back, so I could call murderers by
their real names, and give collaborators the titles that they deserve.
As I was leaving, I knew I would soon return and
expose the full horrors of the Indonesian
experiment that has been conducted on the local
people by the sadistic Western regime, by its
religions and its capitalist dogmas.
I knew that I would expose local collaborators. That is how revolutions begin!
I would give back, years and decades after they
passed away, at least some dignity to those
Indonesians who lived and fought and were killed.
To those Indonesians who knew how to love
passionately and desperately, fully and
selfishly, each other and their Nation, and who were therefore eternally alive!
I knew one day soon I would return and re-make my
film. For “them”! And my film would be, with some luck, damn good!
But as I was leaving, it was all smoke, stench and rubbish.
Indonesia died. Silently.
No more lies! Right now, the Indonesian people
have no country. It was taken away from them by
Western imperialists, by their own corrupt and
treasonous “elites” and by the military. Only
after they realize what has been done, they will
be able to struggle and build their new motherland.
Andre Vltchek is a philosopher, novelist,
filmmaker and investigative journalist. He
covered wars and conflicts in dozens of
countries. His latest books are: “Exposing Lies
Of The Empire” and “Fighting Against Western
Imperialism”. Discussion with Noam Chomsky: On
Western Terrorism. Point of No Return is his
critically acclaimed political novel. Oceania - a
book on Western imperialism in the South Pacific.
His provocative book about Indonesia: “Indonesia
– The Archipelago of Fear”. Andre is making films
for teleSUR and Press TV. After living for many
years in Latin America and Oceania, Vltchek
presently resides and works in East Asia and the
Middle East. He can be reached through his website or his Twitter.
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