KAMISAN: Reflections on the Government's Failure to Resolve Human Rights Violations
It's as if these responsible individuals are above the law and untouchable. Therefore, the movement for justice continues. One example is the Thursday protests held every Thursday in front of the Presidential Palace in Central Jakarta. The Thursday protests are led by a mother whose son was shot dead during the 1998 reform protests, known as the Semanggi tragedy.
Maria Sumarsih lost her only son, Wawan. Day after day, Maria endured a hellish experience, and her demands for justice remained unfulfilled. Finally, bravely, Maria stands in front of the palace every Thursday afternoon. There was no shouting or anarchy. Maria simply stood there, carrying a sign as a reminder that the country still owes money, and usually a black umbrella always accompanied her to ward off the rain, heat, and symbol of grief.
It's been 18 years since the Kamisan Action was held in 2007, and justice still hasn't found its way. Then, in early September, I joined the action. Activists already knew that everyone attending the Kamisan action was wearing black. You know what's amazing? It turns out that humanitarian action continues to regenerate. Many young people are joining in the voice of humanitarian action. Many of them refuse to be fooled and examine what happened. Many young activists are passionate about justice. I was deeply moved to see it.
Last Kamisan, many new voices were heard. The voices of daughters who lost their fathers after encountering land mafia. The voices of environmental activists who grieve over the damaged ecosystem and environment, but their protests are never heard by the government. Then there were the demands for the release of the demonstrators detained by the police for anarchy.
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The voices echoed and never subsided. Thursday after Thursday, more and more people became aware of the injustice that continues to pervade the political and governmental system. Thursday after Thursday, more and more people learned that the truth continues to be silenced and forced into silence.
After the protests ended, I returned home feeling both happy and uncertain. Happy to finally be able to participate in the demonstration, and unsure how we, the people, continue to be restricted in our ability to speak out in a supposedly democratic country.
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Efforts are made to suppress the truth in every country and I have seen that in many countries there are protests against it but without any result. Because the government never wants to give their rights to the people, hence these protests end up meaningless and without any result, often there is no point in it. We are also made prisoners of our sins and their families are worried.