house collapsed
I am sad not because the collapse of the house full of memories. Not!
I just can not hold back the tears because the law in my own country has collapsed.
Indonesia, you know?
I'm not alone. There are more than 2000 residents now no longer have the word "go home".
No...
When I asked, "where did you sleep tonight?"
"Some are in mosques, on the streets, or on a man's house".
My family is the one who gave the answer.
Indonesia .. write you this letter, make me teary.
I keep wondering, how much is the price of justice in this country?
I want to know, I want to try to pay for it.
Indonesia...
My tears can not stop.
Imagine that there will be no more voices echoing because the mosque next to the house has turned the function of being a refuge of citizens.
Become where we secure the goods that can still be saved.
There will be no more chanting of the Holy Qur'an from the sounds of TPA children we used to hear almost every afternoon.
There would be no more laughter, crying, joking, and the spirit of schoolchildren next door.
Indonesia, convey to those who are so easy to break down without my permission.
The house they collapsed, not just where our family wrapped all the memories.
The house they collapsed, is a place for teachers to shelter during class time after waiting home.
The house they collapsed, is where the children of the village around learning to study.
Really I can not imagine.
That there is still a school next to my house. They said they would be suspended.
The question is, are children still willing to go to school?
While in front, behind, on his right side lying the rubble of the building?
The house they collapsed, is a shared house, open to anyone who wants to take shelter if exhausted, though only to stop by for a moment.
Indonesia, sorry if it offends you. Is it true we are not yet independent?
Today I can only shout for begging justice.
I asked the security apparatus, which I thought could protect and protect the public.
But, they can not stop the giant robbers who seize the right of the people of Tanjung.
They protect the robbers, and ask me to keep quiet.
My house was robbed, why is it that I'm almost arrested?
Indonesia, I have always been taught to obey the law.
They all argue the execution process of 18 hectares of this land is already a Court Decision.
When I ask to show where is his Decision Amar?
They can not give it. Of course! Because it never existed!
I've said okay, "please just take the house as long as it can be shown a clear letter of law".
Yet they just kept silent and even left without saying goodbye.
Indonesia...
I and other citizens are law-abiding citizens.
Completely following the legal procedures we were supposed to take.
We raise money to hire a lawyer even if it's not cheap.
We do a resistance lawsuit.
But what do we get?
The Chief Justice ignored him, even with his arrogance he said, "whatever happens, the execution will still happen!"
What I know, is not the judge supposed to be fair and neutral?
Was not the execution not supposed to happen until everything was legally clear?
It's weird right?
Then the day has come.
Are we wrong to fight?
Trying to defend the rights of thousands of citizens who still have legitimate proprietary rights from the state?
Indonesia, can I still hope for you?
That justice still exists?
Can you help me to keep fighting for justice?
If we choose to be silent.
They will rob the rights of other citizens again, again, and again.
Currently execution volume two.
If we are silent, then they may be more arbitrary to continue the execution of volumes three, four, and so on.
Indonesia, please tell me that hope is still there.
That this struggle should not stop here.
I, along with other residents will continue. Insha Allah