Monday, January 25, 2010

Grinch Population Increases by Two

Your Grinch is somewhat less grumpy that usual this week due to the arrival of his first pups, a male and a female, who emerged into the harsh light of day seven weeks earlier than expected on January 14.
In the manner of their species, they will henceforth be referred to as Boy and Girl, until such time as they are old enough to chose a name for themselves.
Fraternal twins, they bear almost no resemblance to each other which is merciful because who wants to waste the brainpower trying to sort out one spooky identical twin from the other. I believe the Girl most resembles me:



The jury is undecided about the Boy. It is worth noting that anthropological geneticists posit the reason pups most often resemble he what sired ‘em, is a holdover from a more primitive era when fathers were known to eat newborns who’s lineage might be in question (rather than fattening them up for a later date as is now the case).
The missus and I brought the Girl to the den today for the first time, 11 days after she rent the pre-dawn skies with her Grinchy wails. The Boy will remain in his toaster for some more days in a secure facility well away from vulnerable life forms with inferior innate survival skills, like fawns, bunnies, Who-manoids and other bite-sized aperitifs masquerading as sentient.
Herself and I are of course moderately not-unhappy about this event and look forward to sharing our multiple 3-4 a.m. feedings with residents of neighboring den units. The Girl’s viewing hours will be restricted for the next few days, but once the bars of her cage are properly welded she will pose no danger to our guests.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

RIP Tor Norling: Pengeskap reiser, meg venn



Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the Rain Dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk.
Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs
For I am a Rain Dog, too
Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away
All of the lights
We've always been out of our minds.
The Rum pours strong and thin
Beat out the dustman
With the Rain Dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train
Give my umbrella to the Rain Dogs
For I am a Rain Dog, too.
Oh, how we danced with the
Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you
Whispered to me
You'll never be going back home
You'll never be going back home

Rain Dogs
Tom Waits - from the Album Rain Dogs

Learned this morning of the tragic and untimely death of my old friend, Bangkok-based Norweigan freelancer, Torgeir Norling.
Tor, 37, was killed early Sunday morning when he was hit by a bus while walking with friends.
A droll, soft-spoken fellow with a taste for the brew, we'd pooled resources and contacts on several occasions over the years, including East Timor, Afghanistan and a couple of times in Aceh, including in 2001 when he was detained and harassed by Indonesian intell in Lhokseumawe. We always wondered if it was the same braindead guys who busted and interrograted my wife and I for several hours in 2004.
Though we'd fallen out of contact the past couple of years we managed to hook up for beers at the Bangkok Foreign Correspondent's Club a few months back, shaggy, wild-eyed and chain-smoking, to rehash old stories and mull the future. He'd become a dad in the interim & the way he described it, he seemed to relish the part.
I was surprised to learn he's part-owner (dunno exact role, actually) in Rain Dogs bar off Rama IV Road: a suitable name for a man whose cleareyed reportage rested heavily on the little guy, the monk, the activist, the refugee.
Suitable offerings to Ullr, Odin and Freya tonight, my friend.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Minister of Twits Strikes Again

From the ‘You’ve gotta give him credit for moxie’ file, Communications and Information Minister Tifatul Sembiring is again making headlines with a list of A-List untouchables who will be immune to electronic eavesdropping if his proposed new wiretapping bill is approved.
Grinchtour has delved into the story in past posts – including the fact the minister is a Twitter-enabled (@tifsembiring) FB slave – so there’s no need to review in detail.
Suffice to say the former chair of Indonesia’s Taliban-Lite party (PKS) has thrown off any pretext of respectable Hamas-inspired social responsible, grassroots activism, to aggressively push for measures that will emasculate the only reliable prosecutor of graft cases in the country. His proposed new bill will create a new super agency to oversee the approval of all wiretaps, including those of the corruption eradication commission (KPK) whose 100% success rate in prosecuting corruption cases has been credited in large part to their ability to listen-in without securing a judge’s approval.
This new agency, which will leak like a bus load of juvenile hockey brats after an overnight road trip, is expected to handle all requests for wiretaps from several law enforcement and spooky agencies, including BIN, the Indonesian equivalent of the CIA.
Whoever heads up or oversees its operations – gosh, now I wonder which tier-three Minister will assume that duty, huh? – will secure a lush new source of funding for future elections, harem expansion and overseas real estate acquisitions.
To no one’s surprise, the Twit reserves a place for himself on a list of people (President, Attorney General, National Police chief etc) who’ll be exempt from KPK wiretaps. And, in addition to protecting an A-list of potential/current corruptors, the Twit’s proposal will extend the security blanket to their “families and colleagues” (WTF does that mean?) Indonesia Corruption Watch’s Emerson Yuntho told journos recently.
So, to review: Minster Twit assumes responsibility for approving all wiretaps – and lush new sources of funding – while providing immunity to the most powerful people in the country and their inner circles. If it survives the current civil society outrage, this is one piece of legislation that’ll pass through the DPR approval process like shit through a goose.
Quite the ambitious power grab for the head of a ministry once tasked with spying on the local media, that was officially shuttered by Abdurrahman Wahid in 2000, but managed to linger like a bad smell all these years.

Monday, December 28, 2009

The Curious Case of Robert James McNeice


What are we to make of the curious case of Australian Robert James McNeice, who remains in a Jakarta prison 16 months after his arrest - ostensibly at the request of the Australian Federal Police - for allegedly embezzling Au$270,000 from one of Australia's wealthiest families?
I first met Robert in post-tsunami Aceh where he was trying to get a coffee export business off the ground. In May or June of 2008, an acquaintance with a ‘security’ background here called out of the blue to ask if I knew where Robert was because Interpol had a warrant for his arrest: I’ve no way of knowing if Interpol was involved and had not heard from him in months.
McNeice was picked up by Indonesian police in Aceh in August 2008. A short time later he was transported to Jakarta where he remains behind bars to this day.
The few media reports about the case say Australian authorities wanted him extradited to face charges back home. There's contradictory testimony about whether the extradition request was thrown out of South Jakarta court last year - which might remove grounds for detention as the 43-year-old is not accused of committing a criminal offense in Indonesia - but here we are heading into 2010 and McNeice's case has yet to be resolved.
Surely it has nothing to do with the shadow cast by the alleged victim of his embezzlement, right? I mean, it's not like "Aussie" John Symond, whose company Aussie Home Loans revolutionized the business of lending in Oz and made himself an enormously wealthy man in the process, is going to hold a grudge. The story goes that Symond's nephew John introduced McNeice to the 'ol man. From what I gather, he is accused of embezzling large sums of money from both men to support a fictitious watch-buying spree in the States: McNeice was part owner of a Sydney watch shop at the time.
Robert popped up in Aceh at some point after Dec. 2004 tsunami claiming to be a coffee wholesaler who wanted to export the province's highland Arabica under an Aceh Coffee Company brand. He told me he'd built up a chain of coffee shops in his native New Zealand that he'd recently sold off, and that he planned to invest in Aceh coffee.
Over successive casual meetings he described how he was successfully linking small highland plantation holders together in cooperatives, enforcing 'no-pesticide' standards as a first step to securing the valued international 'organic' label, while building a resort-style getaway in the hills of Bener Meriah. I recall some folks actually visited his 'resort' and came back impressed by the charms of cool mountain life.

For sure he'd got to the point of producing product: many expiates working in Aceh bought Aceh Coffee Co product in its distinctive silver package. It was pricy but good. Later, when I moved to Jakarta we'd meet occasionally for drinks and he'd always cough up a gratis 1 kg bag. He seemed to know what he was talking about, and yet... there was always something a little odd about the whole venture. Never managed to pin it down, but it just struck me as a really dodgy venture and that he was not to be trusted.
In the only detailed interview circulating (http://www.stuff.co.nz/sunday-star-times/news/3063463/Outcry-over-Kiwis-lengthy-Jakarta-jailing), McNeice says he refused consular help from both the Aussies and Kiwis (he holds dual citizenship) and decided to forego a lawyer until recently. Like everything associated with him, there’s the smell of truth amidst the turd.
He's certainly no cause celebre in Oz. He’s not become a media darling like Schapelle Corby - the curvy Aussie drug-smuggler busted in Bali a few years back and sentenced to 20-years in prison. In fact, the normally vociferous Jakarta-based Aussie press pack have been strangely silent about the case. Odd, given the Australian press' appetite for this kinda thing: evil Indonesia justice system/'injustice' experienced by ordinary 'mate'/$400 million self-made man hoodwinked by con artist/ etc. I reckon the story writes itself, no...?

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day dependin' on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

Tom Waits
from the album Blue Valentine
1978

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Grinch Behind the Wheel

The first time I drove a car in Jakarta, I buried the front end of Phil's Kijang under the rear bumper of a clapped out Metro Mini half a km from her driveway. It took 30 minutes and six guys bouncing on the hood to pop 'er free. That was June 1999 and I've basically not driven a four-wheeler in the city since.
Until now.
After much hemming and hawing, I've rented a 2006 Innova - a ubiquitous mid-sized Toyota MPV - and driver on a month-by-month basis: the days of her-pregnant-self sucking on bus fumes while trying to flag cabs in the rain @ 7pm are over. The ride come bundled with a driver - Pak Hakim - who appears to be a lovely unassuming 50something from Bekasi who giggles like a Japanese schoolgirl. We'll see how long it takes to break him of that habit as he adjusts to the world's worst backseat driver riding shotgun in a city of 1.5 million vehicles, most operated by unlicensed mouth-breathers who have sorted out clutch, brake and gas pedals and little else.
I've had 'er out a couple of times now, getting acclimatized & all that, and while it's early days I have picked p a few things in a decade of ojek and taxi travel here. Negotiating the streets of New Jak City is different than the highways and byways of Whoville where a social compact exists and certain clear conventions are taught (driving school/graduated licenses etc), enforced (traffic laws, armed co-commuters) and rewarded (relative safety of the journey, dawn coffee @ 140kmh etc).

(pic lifted from: http://allworldcars.com/wordpress/?p=11866)
The Jakarta driving experience requires a rewiring of Western neuro pathways, conventions and protocols. Like shoals of smelt, flights of swallows and a myriad other naturally occurring phenomena, traffic flow here is a classic reshaping of what psychologists call 'Emergence', a surrendering of the will of the individual to the wisdom and survival instincts of the collective, which allows novel and coherent structures to emerge as patterns and properties in complex systems re-organize themselves. In other words, the emergent system is much more than the sum of it parts.
In practical terms it means the Jakarta traffic Jedi can dispense with checking rear- or side mirrors, blindside etc, accommodating merging vehicles or considering any impediment more than two car lengths ahead on the understanding that the collective will see him through.
Braking to allow a fellow motorist to cross your bow provokes a symphony of horns as the lane behind accordions: better to roll ahead, ignore the interloper till he or she secures the suitable sine wave and squeezes through.
The problem with the emergence is that it is predicated upon something beyond obedience, something more like surrender: the life of a single anchovy means less than nothing in a school of tens of billions. Its loss to a humpback whale or blue shark equals nothing.
Such is not the case, and even the most masochistic, deferential Javanese driver is still hardwired for survival. And, stupidity. He will not pull over for an ambulance or fire truck, but will brake - indeed often does - for no apparent reason whatsoever. He will pull over and park in the slow lane in order to sit and pluck single hairs from his chin oblivious to the massive jam it causes - part of the larger national blind-spot about the principle of cause and effect. S/he will drive 30 kph in the fast lane of the toll road, and 130 kph in the breakdown lane. The bar sticking out of the steering column that activates the windshield wipers is handy, but the other one... well it makes something tick and a light flash on the dashboard but for a case of kratendeng he couldn't tell you why and what for.
Nature didn't plan for idiocy or self-preservation so Jakarta's emergent system, nice as it is for fish and birds, doesn't work very well. How the Grinch will fit a square peg hammered into maturity on the mean streets of Montreal into this round hole remains to be seen. I can report that the wheel lock tucked under the driver's seat is a bit light, but it's one of those comfortable shorties that are quick to deploy and great for use in tight places... like traffic jams.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Indonesia’s President ‘Bravely Retreats’: Minister of Twits Moves to Block Wiretaps


Indonesian president Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono continues to lead from the rear this week, abandoning key figures in his administration to the wolves while his coalition partners (including the Grinch’s favorite Twit) patiently chip away at national anti-corruption efforts.
In an effort to distance himself from possible scandal, SBY (aka Limp Biskit) fled the country as his embattled vice president and finance minister prepared to address a hostile parliamentary commission – which is 100 per cent apolitical and absolutely not in any way remotely related to a personal vendetta between the current head of Golkar and the minister – investigating the dodgy bailout of Bank Century last year.
For analysis of the President’s decision to vanish without a public show of support for Veep Boediono and the well-regarded Sri Mulyani Indrawati, we turn now to the Ballad of Brave Sir Robin:
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin!

Boediono – formerly of Bank Indonesia – remains a cipher but Sri Mulyani is a national hero. A former IMF poobah, Forbes Magazine’s 23rd most powerful woman in the world (2008), and remarkably resilient to social pressures to helmet-ize her hair, she’s been around long enough to be an excellent counter-puncher: rather than airing her feelings about chief Golkar hood Aburizal Bakrie in the local media (who’ll garble the message), she went on record with her misgivings about the parliamentary investigation in the pages of the Wall Street Journal, an organ much more likely to influence Bakrie’s bottom line than the local business rags, all of whom are in someone’s pocket.
Let the games begin!

In other news:
The assault on efforts to bust corrupt businessmen and politicians remains one of the many news nodes spinning off recent scandals involving the Corruption Eradication Commission (KPK) and once again, Communications Minister Tifatul Sembiring is making headlines for all the wrong reasons.
“I don’t want law enforcers and government agencies to wiretap each other,” Antara quoted the Minister of Twits as saying. “This has happened and could happen again.”
A bit of background.
Indonesia's legal system is a disgrace: one can state categorically that there is no justice in the land. And don't talk to me about friggin' racial profiling, crack cocaine & mandatory minimum sentences, OJ Simpson and the cost of rigging a Manhattan jury. We’re talking orders of magnitude more f****d up than the worst North America can throw down.
The Grinch has worked within the system - most recently at the highest court in the land - and outside: from top-to-bottom the courts, attorney general's office, law enforcement, legal profession etc are populated by cabals of venal, money-grubbing, soulless safari-suited scumbags. They are overwhelmingly the majority. No matter how clean and idealistic they are at the start, the machine grinds ‘em into dust.
It is a reflection of the rot, that even Indonesia’s toothy civil society manages to suspend its sense of disbelief long enough to stamp senior cops "clean" even though they live in million dollar homes, drive Harleys and send their kids to school abroad, ostensibly on a $400.00/mo salary. The clean ones are the ones who have stolen enough to afford to be clean.
The KPK is the most effective (only!) institution investigating corruption cases in Indonesia. They've nailed many pelts above their doors and, while most have been the low-hanging-fruit-variety, (plot: old school crooked politician filmed entering 5-Star hotel suite rented by industrialist empty-handed; exits with suitcase fulla dough) they are to be commended for their work.
The KPK – which operates independently of any government ministry and reports directly to the Presidential Palace – is staffed by the best and brightest, including cops, lawyers, accountants, actuaries, techies etc. They are uber-nationalistic and hate the way their country is portrayed overseas. I wouldn’t say they are ‘anti-foreigner’ (they’ve received heaps of help from the FBI and others) but there is definite ‘f***-you’ faction that bristles at what is sees as Westerners lecturing them about their own country (topic for another day, perhaps).
It also enjoys the right – a scary one in any jurisdiction – to conduct warrant-less wiretaps. Desperate times require desperate measures and it was Parliament itself that approved these measures a few years back as being necessary to ensure successful cases were mounted. All was hunky dory until the mouth-breathers in Parliament – the most corrupt institution in RI according to a 2009 Transparency International report – discovered that they too are subject to KPK taps. Doh!
The KPK itself has been embroiled in a major scandal the past few months. Its chair is on trial for allegedly organizing the contract killing of a bent businessman last year who was supposedly blackmailing him for copping a handjob from his third wife, a caddy at a local golf course. Disclosures by the KPK boss prior to trial lead to a very senior cop and a millionaire businessman (allegedly) collaborating to frame two well-regarded members of the KPK board for taking bribes.
It’s all very Byzantine but the upshot is that the public is furious with the police and AG, the Limp Biskit has intervened and the investigation is in the process of being ‘legally’ dropped (as opposed to illegally dropped which, seriously, is kinda what has happened).
Into all this wades the fellow who is rapidly emerging as my personal favorite political piƱata and all-round doofus. Fresh from cutting access to blogs around the country, blaming catastrophic natural disasters on pornography, and censoring an Aussie movie about murdered journalists in East Timor, Minister Tifatul, he of Twitter & Facebook fame, has decided that restricting KPK’s use of wiretaps - and gelding the KPK - is in the public's best interest.
To be fair, Twitfat's pronouncements on this issue make a valid point. Too many government agencies (five at last count) can tap yer phone, though I understand all but the KPK require a judge's signature, a formality in a land where a Rolex (hell, a Swatch!) will get you off a murder charge.
Warrantless wiretaps make this civil libertarian very queasy. So too does the massive public clamoring for the President to intervene directly in the police investigation into the KPK case (more fertile ground for Blog musings), but to suggest it and a revamped Porno Law are public priorities is laughable.
It’s all the more suspicious because of Twitfat’s pedigree as the former head of the supposedly incorruptible Prosperous Justice Party (PKS) aka Taliban-Lite. PKS is one of the president’s coalition partners. Talk about mixed messages: After prevaricating and stumbling about in the wilds for Javanese semantics for ages, Limp Biskit last week declared anti-corruption efforts to be a ‘Jihad’, even as members of his own cabinetare working diligently to undermine one of the key tools the KPK has in prosecuting that war, and he abandons his top aides to a parliamentary investigation with barely a murmur.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Can't raise anyone at First Media at 11 p.m. but I can confirm that I can access Grinch on Tour if I log on via telkomsel instead.
So the problem isn't my computer.
The problem isn't the browser or the signal - I'm still surfing elsewhere with ease - and the problem doesn't seem to be 'blogger' generally because I can view other "blogspot" offerings offshore.
However, when I google "blogspot & Indonesia" and tab the top ten sites, three of them (including http://amrihgunawan.blogspot.com/ & http://around-indonesia-asia.blogspot.com/) show "failed to open" notices like my own.
Others, like http://indosnesos.blogspot.com/ and http://thm-collection.blogspot.com/ open without a bump. Curiouser and curiouser...

More blog-blockage? Or paranoid ramblings...?

This is more of a test than anything else, but I am curious.
I have not been able to open my blog @ home since since around 1 p.m. today. I can tweak the dashboard and it'll let me edit past posts but I can't view any of them so I have no way of knowing whether the changes have stuck.
Could be a snafu or could be that First Media is again acting on government orders and blocking access... I guess I'll know if I can log on via another service provider tomorrow to see if this post appears.
GT

The Urgent Threat To World Peace Is … Canada

The harm this country could do in the next two weeks will outweigh all the good it has done in a century.
By George Monbiot.
Published in the Guardian 20th November 2009
http://www.monbiot.com/archives/2009/12/01/the-urgent-threat-to-world-peace-is-…-canada/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email

When you think of Canada, which qualities come to mind? The world’s peace-keeper, the friendly nation, a liberal counterweight to the harsher pieties of its southern neighbour, decent, civilised, fair, well-governed? Think again. This country’s government is now behaving with all the sophistication of a chimpanzee’s tea party. So amazingly destructive has Canada become, and so insistent have my Canadian friends been that I weigh into this fight, that I’ve broken my self-imposed ban on flying and come to Toronto.

So here I am, watching the astonishing spectacle of a beautiful, cultured nation turning itself into a corrupt petrostate. Canada is slipping down the development ladder, retreating from a complex, diverse economy towards dependence on a single primary resource, which happens to be the dirtiest commodity known to man. The price of this transition is the brutalisation of the country, and a government campaign against multilateralism as savage as any waged by George Bush.

Until now I believed that the nation which has done most to sabotage a new climate change agreement was the United States. I was wrong. The real villain is Canada. Unless we can stop it, the harm done by Canada in December 2009 will outweigh a century of good works.

In 2006 the new Canadian government announced that it was abandoning its targets to cut greenhouse gases under the Kyoto Protocol. No other country that had ratified the treaty has done this. Canada was meant to have cut emissions by 6% between 1990 and 2012. Instead they have already risen by 26%(1).

It’s now clear that Canada will refuse to be sanctioned for abandoning its legal obligations. The Kyoto Protocol can be enforced only through goodwill: countries must agree to accept punitive future obligations if they miss their current targets. But the future cut Canada has volunteered is smaller than that of any other rich nation(2). Never mind special measures; it won’t accept even an equal share. The Canadian government is testing the international process to destruction and finding that it breaks all too easily. By demonstrating that climate sanctions aren’t worth the paper they’re written on, it threatens to render any treaty struck at Copenhagen void.

After giving the finger to Kyoto, Canada then set out to prevent the other nations from striking a successor agreement. At the end of 2007 it single-handedly blocked a Commonwealth resolution to support binding targets for industrialised nations(3). After the climate talks in Poland in December 2008, it won the Fossil of the Year award, presented by environmental groups to the country which had done most to disrupt the talks(4). The climate change performance index, which assesses the efforts of the world’s 60 richest nations, was published in the same month. Saudi Arabia came 60th. Canada came 59th(5).

In June this year the media obtained Canadian briefing documents which showed that the government was scheming to divide the Europeans(6). During the meeting in Bangkok in October, almost the entire developing world bloc walked out when the Canadian delegate was speaking, as they were so revolted by his bullying(7). Last week the Commonwealth heads of government battled for hours (and eventually won) against Canada’s obstructions. A concerted campaign has now begun to expel Canada from the Commonwealth(8).

In Copenhagen next week, this country will do everything in its power to wreck the talks. The rest of the world must do everything in its power to stop it. But such is the fragile nature of climate agreements that one rich nation – especially a member of the G8, the Commonwealth and the Kyoto group of industrialised countries – could scupper the treaty. Canada now threatens the well-being of the world.

Why? There’s a simple answer. Canada is developing the world’s second largest reserve of oil. Did I say oil? It’s actually a filthy mixture of bitumen, sand, heavy metals and toxic organic chemicals. The tar sands, most of which occur in Alberta, are being extracted by the biggest opencast mining operation on earth. An area the size of England, of pristine forests and marshes, will be dug up, unless the Canadians can stop this madness. Already it looks like a scene from the end of the world: the strip-miners are creating a churned black hell on an unimaginable scale.

To extract oil from this mess, it needs to be heated and washed. Three barrels of water are used to process one barrel of oil(9). The contaminated water is held in vast tailing ponds, some of which are so toxic that the tar companies employ people to scoop dead birds off the surface(10). Most are unlined. They leak organic poisons, arsenic and mercury into the rivers. The First Nations people living downstream have developed a range of exotic cancers and auto-immune diseases(11).

Refining tar sands requires two to three times as much energy as refining crude oil. The companies exploiting them burn enough natural gas to heat six million homes(12). Alberta’s tar sands operation is the world’s biggest single industrial source of carbon emissions(13). By 2020, if the current growth continues, it will produce more greenhouse gases than Ireland or Denmark(14). Already, thanks in part to the tar mining, Canadians have almost the highest per capita emissions on earth, and the stripping of Alberta has scarcely begun.

Canada hasn’t acted alone. The biggest leaseholder in the tar sands is Shell(15), a company that has spent millions persuading the public that it respects the environment. The other great greenwasher, BP, initially decided to stay out of tar. Now it has invested in plants built to process it(16). The British bank RBS, 70% of which belongs to you and me (the government’s share will soon rise to 84%), has lent or underwritten £8bn for exploiting the tar sands(17).

The purpose of Canada’s assault on the international talks is to protect this industry. This is not a poor nation. It does not depend for its economic survival on exploiting this resource. But the tar barons of Alberta have been able to hold the whole country to ransom. They have captured Canada’s politics and are turning this lovely country into a cruel and thuggish place.

Canada is a cultured, peaceful nation, which every so often allows a band of rampaging Neanderthals to trample all over it. Timber companies were licensed to log the old-growth forest in Clayaquot Sound; fishing companies were permitted to destroy the Grand Banks: in both cases these get-rich-quick schemes impoverished Canada and its reputation. But this is much worse, as it affects the whole world. The government’s scheming at the climate talks is doing for its national image what whaling has done for Japan.

I will not pretend that this country is the only obstacle to an agreement at Copenhagen. But it is the major one. It feels odd to be writing this. The immediate threat to the global effort to sustain a peaceful and stable world comes not from Saudi Arabia or Iran or China. It comes from Canada. How could that be true?

www.monbiot.com

References:

1. http://www.ec.gc.ca/pdb/ghg/inventory_report/2007/som-sum_eng.cfm

2. The government has pledged to match the (feeble) US 2020 target (which in Canada’s case means just 3% against 1990 levels) , but unlike the United States, Canada has proposed no cuts beyond that date.

3. Eg http://www.canada.com/story_print.html?id=a1a6748c-ef0c-4acf-acad-1cef2bdae5b7&sponsor=

4. Andrew Nikiforuk, September 2009. How The Tar Sands Are Fueling The Global Climate Crisis.
Greenpeace Canada. ***

5. http://www.germanwatch.org/klima/ccpi09res.pdf

6. Lee Berthiaume, 17th June 2009. Government Planned to Split EU On Climate Change Talks. Embassy Magazine. Cited by Andrew Nikiforuk, ibid.

7. http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/print/CTVNews/20091012/kyoto_091012/20091012/?hub=Canada&subhub=PrintStory

8. http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2009/nov/26/canada-criticised-over-climate-change

9. WWF, 2008. Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel?, Page 27.
http://assets.panda.org/downloads/unconventional_oil_final_lowres.pdf

10. http://peopleandplanet.org/tarsands/localimpacts

11. Environmental Defence, February 2008. Canada’s Toxic Tar Sands: the most destructive project on earth.
http://www.environmentaldefence.ca/reports/pdf/TarSands_TheReport.pdf

12. Andrew Nikiforuk, ibid.

13. http://peopleandplanet.org/tarsands/localimpacts

14. Andrew Nikiforuk, ibid.

15. ibid.

16. ibid.

17. Ed Crooks, 16th November 2009. Canadian Protest Over RBS Oil Sands Role. The Financial Times.

Monday, November 30, 2009

'Immoral' TV Causing RI Disasters, Tsunamis - Tech Minister

Pulling a page from a playbook more often associated with the American evangelical nutter class, Indonesia's Communications and Info Technology Minister used Friday’s Idul Adha prayers to blame 'immorality’ for the country's recent spate of deadly natural disasters.
Fresh from getting excoriated in the blogosphere and by some of his Twittering brethren for unilaterally blocking access to blogger.com last week, Tifatul Sembiring was quoted by the national wire service Antara saying:
"Television broadcasts that destroy morals are plentiful in this country and therefore disasters will continue to occur."
He later singled out naughty DVDs produced in Indonesia as particularly blameworthy.
AP quoted an Acehnese tsunami survivor, who lost 10 members of her family to the Dec. 26 disaster as replying:
I prefer to believe that natural disasters occur because of the destructive force of nature that cannot be avoided by humans.”
Over the past few years Indonesia has experienced a series of natural calamities including the tsunami, multiple deadly earthquakes and more landslides, ferry-sinkings and plane crashes than I care to remember.
To much rejoicing from his acolytes at the Taliban-lite Prosperous Justice Party he fronted until last month, the Minster said he expects to complete (another) piece of anti-pornography legislation in the next six months that will block access to site deemed blasphemous or offensive to ethnic and religious groups… (in other words 70 percent of the content on the Internet).
Though he has only been in office since October, the guy who heads up DepKomInfo is rapidly emerging as one of the leading knuckleheads of SBY’s gormless new cabinet. What, oh what, will he say next?
They might not agree on much else, but the Minister finds himself walking lock-step with some of the more reptilian delegates of the American lunatic fringe.
Over the past decade most of America’s leading evangelical lights have blamed fags, women and porn for a variety of natural disasters, terrorist attacks and diseases: it squares with their reading of the same final chapters of the Old Testament that receive wide reverence from Islamic scholars.
Some notable samples:
"We take no joy in the death of innocent people," Michael Marcavage, the head of Repent America and a former Clinton White House intern said following hurricane Katrina "But we believe that God is in control of the weather. The day Bourbon Street and the French Quarter was flooded was the day that 125,000 homosexuals were going to be celebrating sin in the streets. We're calling it an act of God."
In 1998, televangelist Pat Robertson warned the city of Orlando, Fla., that a gay celebration there bring the wrath of God in the form of a hurricane or other disaster. Celebrating homosexuality "will bring about terrorist bombs, it'll bring earthquakes, tornadoes, and possibly a meteor," he suggested.
In 2001, Wee Jerry Falwell blamed gays and lesbians (along with feminists, abortionists and the American Civil Liberties Union) for the terrorist attacks in New York City. "I point the finger in their face and say, 'You helped this happen," he said
In 2007, the Brits piped up to prove Yanks don’t have the corner on the idiocy market. Following widespread flooding in the UK, a group of senior Church of England bishops opined that the grred and immorality of modern society – rather than a lot of rain – was to blame.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Pups Just Wanna Polka

It has been a long road but the Grinch and his missus will shortly welcome two new members to the Jakarta clan.
She's 26 weeks gone with a belly that ripples occasionally with the Dreaming of Twins. Apparently The Beatles are popular with the unborn set because every time we plug Magical Mystery Tour into the boom box, they get all kung-fu, ninja, "hucky-tucky-YA!" with the barrel rolls and elbow jabs you'd expect from Po & Co. Gonna talk to the Doc and see if we can have a birth-mix of Revolver and maybe a bit of Linkin Park/Prodigy (to get the gal psyched for the howl-y bits) when the time comes...
Click below or cut-and-paste to your browser to see the Pups Polka on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrO8Ujngi3Y
If that doesn't turn your gears then try the following to catch Animal, Beaker and a talking clam perform Bohemian Rhapsody:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGlTzt24Izw&feature=popular
And if that doesn't work, well...piss off

Friday, November 27, 2009

Happy Josaphat’s Day!

Today is Idul Adha, Islam’s Day of Sacrifice and end of the line for several hundred thousand goats, sheep and cattle across Indonesia. For those who care about such things it commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son as an act of obedience to his (merry prankster) God. The laneways outside mosques are awash in blood as animals are butchered and their meat parceled off for distribution to poor families. It’s a big deal: for many people a more important day on the calendar than the Idul Fitri holiday that caps the fasting month.
Personally, I’m much more interested in the fact that Nov 27 is also St. Josaphat’s Day. One of the more entertaining discoveries of the past six months or so was the fact that sometime back in the Middle Ages the Catholic Church unwittingly canonized Siddharta Gautama (the Buddha) in the form of Josephat. Yer Grinch stumbled across this whilst diligently investigating the entomology of “riffiest riff that ever riffed a raff” http://www.nonstick.com/sounds/Yosemite_Sam/ltys_083.mp3 segued into “Jumpin’ Jehosephat” at which point all roads lead to Rome… literally.
As unpalatable as it is to some, there is wide agreement among Catholic scholars that the “Christian” St. Jo is not a historical figure. The evidence points to an engaging, textured story about the origins of the Buddha in 6th century BC captured listeners' imaginations that was carried by the winds of commerce between India/Sri Lanka and Jerusalem over the course of the next millennium+, morphing along the way through the filters of several languages, to be "spun" into a Christian tale. http://www.laputanlogic.com/articles/2006/03/15-1234-6894.html
I love it not because if gets under the skin of genuine devotees – though this is fine sport as well – but bc it pokes holes in the ‘absolutism’ that is central to so much orthodoxy, and the sweet irony that for centuries the same missionaries who sought (and continue to seek) to “save” the heathen sub-continent were also unwittingly paying homage to the spiritual leader of 360 million Buddhists.
And so it goes…

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

More on Indonesian Minister Blocking Blog Access

This story has kinda vanished - there's been little mention about it in 'mainstream' media struggling to do justice to news about the KPK, the Antasari trial, Bank Century investigation etc etc - and I've been too busy to spend a lot of time checking out the local blogosphere.
But from what I've been able to piece together, the Minister for Communications and Technology, Tifatul Sembiring, ordered his staff to issue a letter to Internet providers around the country to block access to a specific blog that was (re)publishing the controversial Dutch cartoons of the Prophet Mohammed.
Good little Droogies that they are, the ring-kissers decided to impress the boss with a letter ordering access to all blogsites be blocked. As far as I know, the only company to comply was my provider, First Media.
By all accounts the Minister is wired. He has his own (dormant) website , a blog and Twitter account @tifsembiring (though who actually composes his tweets is unclear). You don't want a modern day Luddite in this position - PKS's ranks are swollen with urban professionals - so in that sense he might be the right pick. But....
This specific case appears to have been resolved now - I'll double check later at home to see if FM has turned the tap on again - but the larger questions will likely will remain - unaddressed:
- by what right does a Minister decide unilaterally what should and should not be accessible to the general public;
- what does it tell us about the Minister's likely agenda - Pak Tifatul is the co-founder and outgoing chairman of the Taliban-lite Prosperous Justice Party (PKS) - six weeks into a (potential) five year appointment that his first act of office is to restrict access to information;
- is a broader clampdown on how the Internet is used and information, disseminated, in the works and,
- what if any role should the private sector in Indonesia play in pushing back against government edicts of this type.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Yikes! Year+ Since Last Blog

You might be wondering what would provoke me today to resurface.
I mean, since Oct 2008, we've had some seismic stuff going on here, multiple interlocking corruption scandals worth billions in Indonesia, a hip new messiah/prez in the US, a milestone anniversary for the Montreal Canadiens, and a few other wee bits and pieces (we'll get to those in a sec) to spice things up.
So what, you ask, has lit the fire under yer Grinch's furry behind? Well, one of my Facebook contacts posted a note earlier today saying that my cable & internet provider has blocked access to blogger.com
The reasons are a bit hazy but it apparently has something to do with a new letter from the ministry of information and technology the contents of which I've not yet seen. All I can confirm is that I can't log on @ home (First Media) but I can here in the office (which conversely blocks access to FB for reasons unrelated to this note).
So it seems now, at least temporarily, the country's largest cable provider and one of the most powerful industrial conglomerates in Indonesia, has decided I can't write in my blog. So, I'm gonna write in my blog.
Perhaps the floodgates will now open: only time will tell. What I can tell you by way of a teaser is that:
Ths morning I bought three toilets and two bathroom sinks;
In 30 mins I'll watch the boss sign a contract worth a ton of dough for the new project I'm managing, and
The day will close out with the missus and I @ the doctor's office to check the brood.
Interested....?

Monday, October 06, 2008

‘Financial tsunami’ bigger than ‘97, banker says

Worst Still to Come for HK Amid Crisis
‘Financial tsunami’ bigger than ‘97, banker says
South China Morning Post Maria Chan, Cheung Chi-fai
and Agencies in Washington and Paris
5 October 2008

Despite the passage of the US government’s US$700 billion bank bailout, Hong Kong must brace for belt-tightening amid the global “financial tsunami”, the city’s labour chief and a top banker said yesterday.
HSBC Asia-Pacific executive director Peter Wong Tung-shun warned the impact of the crisis would be “far more severe” than that of the 1997-98 East Asian financial crisis.
“This will affect Hong Kong and the whole world,” he said. The effects would be felt for another 12 months and recovery would take “much longer” than a decade ago.
So far investors - including buyers of minibonds backed by bankrupt US bank Lehman Brothers, who scuffled with bank security staff yesterday - have been the biggest losers locally from the crisis. But both men warned its impact would grow.
Mr Wong expected Hong Kong businesses would have to control costs, but said mass layoffs were unlikely. Matthew Cheung Kin-chung, the secretary for labour and welfare, forecast jobs would go, however.
He said: “The financial tsunami will have a far-reaching impact. Enterprises may need to make manpower changes and there is a chance unemployment will rise, particularly in the finance and property sectors. Consumption will likely be hit too.”
China joined governments around the world in welcoming the US House of Representatives’ 263-171 vote in favour of the bailout.
The mainland’s central bank said authorities had contingency measures to minimise the impact of the crisis. The People’s Bank of China said it would strengthen co-ordination with the US and other countries to stabilise global financial markets.
“All countries have to co-operate in view of the current financial crisis,” a PBOC statement quoted Premier Wen Jiabao as saying. Maintaining rapid economic growth would be China’s biggest contribution to the global economy, he said.
Before signing the bailout bill into law, US President George W. Bush thanked lawmakers, saying: “We have acted boldly to help prevent the crisis on Wall Street becoming a crisis in communities across our country.”
Friday’s vote capped an extraordinary two weeks of tumult in Congress and on Wall Street, punctuated by urgent warnings from Mr Bush that the country confronted the gravest economic disaster since the Great Depression if lawmakers failed to act. And it was followed by sombre reminders on Wall Street, where enthusiasm over the rescue gave way to worries about obstacles still facing the economy, sending the Dow Jones Industrial Average down 157 points.
US Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson pledged quick action to get the programme up and operating.
Highlighting the ferocity with which the global crisis has swept into Europe, Belgium and Luxembourg scrambled to find a buyer for the rest of financial group Fortis after the Netherlands nationalised most of its Dutch units. Last week the three governments had injected €11.2 billion (HK$120.4 billion) to keep it afloat.
In Paris, the leaders of Europe’s four biggest economic powers held crisis talks on the global financial meltdown, despite disputes that killed off talk by French President Nicolas Sarkozy of a joint bailout package for European banks.
German Chancellor Angela Merkel and British Prime Minister Gordon Brown only confirmed they would attend after France quietly backed away from a joint fund. German Economy Minister Michael Glos warned “very well paid” bankers they must put their own houses in order.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Seven Words...RIP George Carlin 22/06/08


I fell in love with George Carlin as a youngster sitting in neighbour's basement listing to his album Class Clown. Been quoting the entire Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television riff ever since.
"There are 400,000 words in the English and seven of them you can't say on television..."
News of his death today really bums me out.
Here's piece from ten years ago that showed he'd never lost the love of the language.

"I'm a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.

A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist,
Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I've been uplinked and downloaded.
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing.
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high tech lowlife.
A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave but I'm old school,
And my inner child is outward bound.

I'm a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer,
Voice activated and biodegradable.

I interface from a database,
And my database is in cyberspace,
So I'm interactive,
I'm hyperactive,
And from time-to-time,
I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball,
Ahead of the curve,
Riding the wave,
Dodging a bullet,
Pushing the envelope.

I'm on point,
On task,
On message,
And off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment,
On the edge,
Over the top,
But under the radar.

A high concept,
Low profile,
Medium range ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top gun bottom feeder.

I wear power ties,
I tell power lies,
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic.
A working ragaholic.
Out of rehab,
And in denial.

I got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.

You can't shut me up,
You can't dumb me down.
'Cause I'm tireless,
And I'm wireless.
I'm an alpha male on beta blockers.

I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever.
Laid back but fashion forward.

Up front,
Down home,
Low rent,
High maintenance.

Super size,
Long lasting,
High definition,
Fast acting,
Oven ready,
And built to last.

I'm a hands on,
Foot loose,
Knee jerk,
Head case.

Prematurely post traumatic,
And I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling,
I'm caring,
I'm healing,
I'm sharing.
A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver.

My output is down,
But my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds,
I watch trash sports.

I'm gender specific,
Capital intensive,
User friendly,
And lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex.
I like rough sex.
I like tough love.
I use the f word in my email,
And the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini mall.
I bought a mini van in a mega store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.

I'm toll free,
Bite sized,
Ready to wear,
And I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped,
Factory authorized,
Hospital tested,
Clinically proven,
Scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed,
Pre-cooked,
Pre-heated,
Pre-screened,
Pre-approved,
Pre-packaged,
Post-dated,
Freeze-dried,
Double-wrapped,
Vacuum-packed,
And I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude,
But I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Rough tough and hard to bluff.

I take it slow.
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide.
I got glide in my stride.

Drivin' and movin',
Sailin' and spinnin',
Jivin' and groovin',
Wailin' and winnin'.

I don't snooze,
So I don't lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
And the rubber on the road.

I party hearty,
And lunch time is crunch time.

I'm hanging in,
There ain't no doubt.
And I'm hanging tough,
Over and out
."

Friday, February 29, 2008

You can take the boy out of NDG but...


This post will only be of interest to a select few but I figured I'd throw it out there.
I joined an amusing Facebook group recently: NDG'ERS BORN BETWEEN 1960 AND 1985.
For sure the years have softened the focus a bit but I have strong, uniformly positive memories of growing up in Notre Dame de Grace, a multi-ethnic neighborhood slightly west of downtown Montreal.
So when I saw a couple of old friends among the roughly 200 'members' contibuting thoughts to the message board, pivotal events, mentors, 'the best friggin suvlaki shop in North America' etc I felt compelled to write.
The board only allows briefs, 1000 characters or less, so this is a somewhat longer version of that list.
For most of you these images won't make a whole lot of sense; for others though all I've gotta say is "Cinema V" or "The Carb" to set heads nodding.
Cheers
Grinch on Tour

I grew up on Grey Ave below the Villa Maria and later Cote St. Antoine opposite NDG Park, the axis around which my childhood and teenage years rotated. Some memories:
- Late-70s on the mound throwing smoke for Mosquito, Pee-Wee and Bantam-level baseball, and shagging flies with friends in the tall, buggy grass in left;
- Brutal British Bulldog (‘Mawwwseee’) and kick-hockey sessions in DOC school yard loosely monitored by the skeletal Brother Martin with his bell, leather strap and the wall-mounted collection of dead bugs outside his office;
- Smoking mum’s Rothmans Kings in the long-gone Claremont Theatre and then wandering over to the Trainatorium gag-shop next door for cigarette loads, garlic-flavored “Dentyne” bubble-gum and u-build plastic model Spitfires and Fokkers to paint and hang with fishing line from a bedroom ceiling amidst KISS Army and Skateboarder Magazine posters;
- The awesome skate ramp (circ ’79/80) with four-feet of vertical in the NDG Community centre, and chlorine migraines from the indoor pool next door;
- Park hockey and half a lifetime in Confederation (now Doug Harvey) arena including brutal 5:30 a.m. starts sharpening skates in Wilson’s pro-shop;
- Shops we knew as Blue Windows and The Greek at Decarie/NDG Ave that we robbed blind as elementary school kids, then skulked back to as young teens to buy cigarettes and porn mags;
- Summer evenings of "Panic", eluding the opposing team's hunters as they scoured the alleyways behind Grey Avenue, watching them gather their prisoners to be take to the 'safe' tree on Perry Wigram's front lawn. And mini-Grinch, sweating, scabby-kneed and covered in cobwebs and dried oak leaves nunched beneath a nearby porch ready to sprint from safety to 'free' his captives teammates;
- Launching plastecine dinosaurs from the roof of my buddy Kevin's apartment building into the crowds of "retards" at the McKay Centre for Deaf and Crippled Children below;
- Playing CCK (chase-catch-kiss) with the prettiest girls in Grades five and six. Guys, why did we run? Why did we hide? And where are you now Laurie Park?
- Standing on Oxford St. outside St Augustine's school one morning in July ‘79 with my baseball mitt waiting for Skylab to crash to earth (in Australia as it turned out). I had in mind a report about there being gold in that thar spaceship;
- All those years hauling a sled/wagon to deliver 120 copies of the 260-page (Saturday) edition of The Montreal Star under the watch of the mad depot manager Mrs. Radu;
- The high school winters avoiding skinheads and others who’d pound a scrawny kid in a maroon Loyola jacket and dress pants out of principle;
- My dog Trudy barrel-rolling down Cote St. Antoine after being hit by a speeding fire truck from the hall on Prud’homme, then ignoring a broken hip to continue the chase for a grey squirrel. The was one hell of a dog;
- Watching old-timer cops laugh off the clouds of ganja hanging over those early, rockin’ Sunday in the Park afternoons;
- The (real) Monkland Tav, the covered 105 bus stop opposite the post office at Wilson and Sherbrooke, Cinema V and The Carb(inier) brasserie in the basement of Alexis Neon Plaza that offered 2-for-1 $5 (solid glass) pitchers and cheap food: all fine drinking establishments when you’re broke and 16.

Monday, February 04, 2008

The Nation Builder

The following appeared in the Feb 2 edition of the Sydney Morning Herald.
The author, Paul Keating was prime minister of Australia from 1991 to 1996.


The death of Soeharto, the former president of Indonesia, gives all Australians a chance to assess the value of his life and the relationship between Indonesia and Australia.
More than any figure in the post-Second World War period, including any American president, Soeharto, by his judgment, goodwill and good sense, had the greatest positive impact on Australia's strategic environment and, hence, on its history.
In the 40 years since he came to power in 1965, Indonesia has been the ballast in South-East Asian stability and the foundation stone upon which ASEAN was built.
Soeharto took a nation of 120 million people, racked by political turmoil and poverty, from near-disintegration to the orderly, ordered and prosperous state that it is today.
In 1965, countries such as Nigeria and Zimbabwe were in the same position as Indonesia then. Today, those countries are economic and social wrecks. By contrast, Indonesia is a model of harmony, cohesion and progress. And the principal reason for that is Soeharto.
We can only imagine what Australia's strategic position would be like if Indonesia's 230 million people degenerated into a fractured, lawless state reminiscent of Nigeria or Zimbabwe.
For the past 40 years, we have been spending roughly 2 per cent of gross domestic product on defence - about $20 billion a year in today's dollars. The figure would be more like seven to eight times that, about $150 billion today, if Indonesia had become a fractured, politically stricken state.
Had Soeharto's New Order government not displaced the Soekarno government and the massive PKI communist party, the postwar history of Australia would have been completely different. A communist-dominated Indonesia would have destabilised Australia and all of South-East Asia.
So why have Australians regarded Indonesia so suspiciously, especially over the past quarter-century, when it is evident that Indonesia has been at the fulcrum of our strategic stability?
Unfortunately, I think the answer is East Timor and the wilful reporting of Indonesian affairs in Australia by the Australian media.
That media have, in the main, been the Fairfax press and the ABC. Most particularly The Sydney Morning Herald and to a lesser extent The Age.
This rancour, and the misrepresentation of the true state of Indonesian social and economic life, can be attributed to the "get square" policy of the media in Australia for the deaths of the Balibo Five - the five Australian-based journalists who were encouraged to report from a war zone by their irresponsible proprietors and who were shot and killed by the Indonesian military in East Timor.
This event was sheeted back to Soeharto by journalists of the broadsheet press. From that moment, in their eyes, Soeharto became a cruel and intolerant repressor whose life's work in saving Indonesia from destruction was to be viewed only through the prism of East Timor.
Rarely did journalists mention that Soeharto was president for almost 10 years before he did anything about East Timor. He was happy to leave the poverty-stricken and neglected enclave in his archipelago to Portugal, with its 300-year history of hopeless colonisation. Soeharto had enough trouble dragging Indonesia from poverty without needing to tack on another backward province.
But in mid-1975, communist-allied military officers took control in Portugal and its colonies abroad were taken over by avowedly Marxist regimes. In East Timor, a leftist group calling itself the Revolutionary Front for the Liberation of East Timor, or Fretilin, staged a coup igniting a civil war.
When Fretilin overran the colony by force, Soeharto's government became alarmed. This happened at the height of the Cold War. Saigon had fallen in April of that year. Fretilin appealed to China and Vietnam for help. Fearing a "Cuba on his doorstep", Soeharto reluctantly decided on military intervention. In his 33 years as leader, he embarked upon no other "foreign" exploit. And he would not have bothered with Timor, had Fretilin not made the going too rough. Indeed, Jose Ramos-Horta told the Herald in 1996 that "the immaturity, irresponsibility and bad judgment of the East Timorese provoked Indonesia into doing what it did". Xanana Gusmao also told anyone who would listen that it had been a "bad mistake" for Fretilin to present itself as a "Marxist" outfit in 1975.
But none of this stopped a phalanx of Australian journalists, mostly from the Fairfax stable and the ABC's Four Corners, from reporting Indonesian affairs from that time such that Australians could only view the great economic transformation of Indonesia and the alleviation of its poverty and its tolerance primarily through the warped and shattered prism of East Timor.
The Herald even editorialised in favour of an Australian invasion of East Timor, then Indonesian territory. That is, right up front about it, the Herald urged the Australian government to invade Indonesia. So rabid has Fairfax been about Indonesia and so recreant of Australia's national interest has it been.
Even as late as this week, the Herald claimed the achievements of Soeharto's New Order government "were built on sand", nominating Indonesia reeling from crisis to crisis after 1998, when the Herald knows that Soeharto did precisely the right thing in calling the International Monetary Fund in to help and that the IMF, operating under US Treasury prescriptions, kicked the country and Soeharto to pieces.
The decline in Indonesia, after 30 years of 7 per cent compound growth under Soeharto, had little to do with Soeharto and everything to do with the Asian financial crisis and the short-sighted and ill-informed IMF.
But more than that, Australian journalists knew but failed to effectively communicate that not only did Soeharto hold his country together, he insisted that Indonesia be a secular state; that is, a Muslim country but not an Islamic or fundamentalist one. In other words, not an Iran.
Wouldn't you imagine that such an issue would be matter of high and primary importance to communicate to the Australian community? That on our doorstep there is a secular Indonesian state and not a religious one, run by Islamic law. And wouldn't you, in all reasonableness, give Soeharto full marks for keeping that vast archipelago as a civil society unrepressed by fundamentalism?
Look what happened to us in Bali at the hands of a handful, literally a handful, of Islamic fundamentalists. Imagine the turmoil for Australia if the whole 230 million of Indonesia had a fundamentalist objection to us. But this jaded bunch of Australian journalists could only report how Soeharto was corrupt because his son Tommy, might have elbowed his way into some carried equity with an American telephone company or his daughter something with a road builder. True as those generalisations might have been, in terms of the weight of Australia's interests, the deeds of Soeharto's public life massively outweigh anything in his private affairs.
I got to know Soeharto quite well. He was clever and utterly decisive and had a kind view of Australia. The peace and order of his country, its religious and ethnic tolerance and the peace and the order of South-East Asia came from his goodwill towards neighbouring states and from his wisdom. He was self-effacing and shy to a fault. One had to tease him out of himself to get him going, but once got going, his intellectualism took over.
Soeharto lived in what we would call in Australia a rather old and shabby McMansion in Jakarta. I have been there on a number of occasions. He lived as simply as anyone of his high standing could live.
But Time magazine claimed that Soeharto had stashed away $30 billion-odd, as if those ning-nongs would know, presumably so he could race off to live it up in Miami or the Bahamas. Errant nonsense. Soeharto was an Indonesian who was always going to remain an Indonesian. He lived a simple life and could never have changed that.
I do not doubt that his rapacious family had the better of him and got away with lumps of capital they had not earned. Soeharto was a disciplined leader, but not a disciplined father. But to compare him with the likes of Marcos is nothing short of dastardly.
The descriptions of Soeharto as a brutal dictator living a corrupt high life at the expense of his people and running an expansionist military regime are untrue. Even Soeharto's annexation of East Timor was not expansionist. It had everything to do with national security and nothing to do with territory.
Like all leaders, Soeharto had his failings. His greatest failing was to underestimate the nature of the society he had nurtured. As his economic stewardship led to food sufficiency, education, health and declines in infant mortality, so those changes gave rise to a middle class as incomes rose. Soeharto should have let political representation grow as incomes grew. But he distrusted the political classes. He believed they would not put the national interest first, had no administrative ability and were utterly indecisive, if not corrupt. He told me this on a number of occasions. He would not let the reins go. Partly because he did not want to lose them, partly because he really had no one to give them to.
Soeharto's problem was he had too little faith in his own people, the very people he cared for most.
Whatever political transition he may have wished to have had, it all blew up on him with the Asian financial crisis of 1997-98. He had no democratic transition in place and, in the economic chaos, political forces wanted him to go.
In January 1998, nearly two years after I had left the prime ministership of Australia, I flew to Jakarta on my own initiative and at my own expense to see him the day he signed the IMF agreement with the fund's managing director, Michel Camdessus.
The IMF had tragically overplayed its hand the previous November and Soeharto was giving it a chance to dig itself out of a hole. He had a small window of opportunity. I thought that as a former head of government who was on friendly terms with him, I at least owed him advice of a kind I knew he would never get inside Indonesia: to take the opportunity of the IMF interregnum to say that he, Soeharto, would contest the next election but that he would not complete the term. That he would stay long enough to see the IMF reforms into place and then hand the presidency over to his vice-president.
Had he taken this advice, the process of political transformation would have been completely orderly. And a new administration could have set up the organs of democracy.
I discussed this issue with Singapore's Lee Kuan Yew and Goh Chok Tong, both of whom had Soeharto's and Indonesia's best interests at heart. Both gentlemen believed that I was in a better position to broach this subject with Soeharto than either of them. For two hours I had the president in his house with his state secretary, Moerdiano, and his interpreter Widodo. Fifteen minutes into the conversation, when I was making the case for him to step down, he stopped Widodo's translation and took my advice directly, in English. Moerdiano said to me in an aside at the door, "I think you have got him".
Soeharto followed me to the door, put his arms around my shoulders and said "God bless you" as I left. As it turned out, I didn't quite have him, and he hung on thinking he could slip through one more time.
But the crisis and the behaviour of the IMF and the US Treasury had marooned him. Completely determined to act constitutionally, he turned over his singular power, at his own initiative, to his vice-president to avoid any upheaval of the kind Indonesia had experienced during earlier transitions.
The new president, B.J. Habibie, then, by all due process, picked up the reins of government to deal with the continuing financial reconstruction and the long process of democratisation.
When the acting Foreign Minister, Robert McClelland, and I arrived in Indonesia for Soeharto's funeral last Monday, we drove the 30-odd kilometres from the airport at Solo to the mausoleum where he would be buried alongside his wife. For not one metre of those 30-odd kilometres, was there no person present. In some places they were six and eight deep, all holding their baskets of petals to throw at his cortege. They all knew they were burying the builder of their society and all felt the moment.
How many Australian leaders would have a million or so people to grieve for them beside the roadway? Soeharto's funeral was a tribute to what his life truly meant. I felt honoured to have been there but more than that, to have known him.

Monday, January 28, 2008

The Ol’ Croc is Dead; What Happens Now?


Former Indonesian President Suharto died Sunday, January 27, at 1310 local time after several weeks in and out of consciousness in a Jakarta hospital.
Rumours have been flying since he was hospitalized January 4 about the various medical and spiritual interventions being made: the kids will keep him alive at all costs; he's lucid and talking to visitors; he's a drooling brain-dead; he’s critical and about to die; he's already dead (multiple times) but it's being kept hush-hush because it's bad Mojo to die on this day in the Javanese calendar; his brain has been removed and placed in stasis for possible transplant into a host organism (actually I made that last one up).
It’s kinda hard to read the street mood right now because few will speak ill of the dead until it’s clear they're not going to come back and ruin the crops, infest the house with geckos or hypnotize your wife into handing over all her Bank ATM- and VISA cards and PINs to a stranger.
What I can see is that everyone who is supposed to be in my office today is here; the traffic along Jakarta’s main drag Jalan Sudirman is as nasty as ever and, once you sweep away the kilometer-long convoys of official cars speeding for the airport with their Harley-Davidson-driving police outriders, it appears to be business as usual. No wholesale tears or gnashing of teeth here.
The foreign correspondents have dutifully dusted off the obits they’ve had ready for years. I've got some early, amateurish version squirreled away somewhere since his first serious medical crisis back in 2000. There's an inevitable and dull predictability to the tone and content of the writing I've seen thus far. Breaks down like this: Suharto did a lot of good for the country over 32 years, it’s too bad about all those folks butchered on his watch, and the legacy of corruption and waste that bedevils Indonesia to this day.
The obits are quite correct though I would add a slightly less tangible but ultimately more dangerous product of Suharto’s rule: the fostering of a distinctively Javanese brand of Imperial Cynicism which, at its most refined produces the almost pathological lack of public and personal accountability (or shame) that today permeates every sector and strata of Indonesian society regardless of the volume and sophistication of the accompanying ethnic baggage.
Suharto’s legacy, like that of all 'great' leaders is hard to reconcile. It's impossible to lift a country of this size and complexity from the malarial bowels of the Third World (it didn’t qualify as the less colonial adjective ‘developing’ in ’65) to relative global competitiveness in three decades by observing all the niceties, singing Kumbaya around the campfire.
In the real world somebody's flowerbed is going to get trampled; someone's Dad is gonna vanish forever on the walk home from work; someone's family business is going to be stolen away from them and handed to shadowy interests. The question folks here need to consider – and won’t for a several doctoral thesis’ worth of reasons - is whether it was truly necessary and acceptable to butcher 800,000 - 2 million people (including some hard line, virulent Communists who would have certainly putsched back if the shoe was on the other foot) in nine months after the 'coup' in '65 to make it happen? Or see another quarter million, one-in-four, murdered and starved to death in East Timor, and countless tens of thousands mowed down by helicopter gunships and Scorpion tanks in Papua and Aceh.
Does the blood ledger ever balance out? Villages wiped off the map vs national electrical infrastructure built; ethnic Chinese raped and systematically marginalized vs national school and health curriculums created; mass graves filled with the macheted bodies of agricultural coop members in East Java and Bali vs regional stability and generally good relations with the neighbors; a paranoid and corrupt security apparatus that excels only in killing its own citizens vs relative ethnic and religious peace and stability.
Not surprisingly for most Indonesians it’s a matter of one’s personal proximity to the events and access to information about what has gone before that shapes a world view.
As a consequence, the overwhelming numbers of people are prepared to forgive Suharto (and to a lesser extent his security apparatus) their excesses. They’ve begun erecting about him an edifice of artifice and mythology centered around several basic tenets: that development was worth the human costs and that some (Acehnese, Papuans, Timorese, Labor activists, Chinese etc) kinda deserved their fates; that the armed forces from which Suharto (and the current president) emerged remains a central, unifying and stabilizing force which lamentably contains ‘rogue’ elements responsible for decades of excesses; and that ultimately it is understandable (indeed laudable) that the Old Man would dote on his kids (by providing them monopolies on key goods and services for example) but how could he possibly have known (kasihan!) that the little pack of veloci-raptors would be so conscienceless and rapacious?
But the story is by no means done. My gut tells me that part of the deal the country has cut with its conscience is the following: Now that the old man is dead, his shadowy and powerful patronage no longer stretching from the relatively modest Central Jakarta residence where he’s lived since resigning in May 1998 to the National Palace, surely the hounds will be released on his venal children and their playmates? Is it possible that a measure of the justice Suharto eluded might come crashing down on those closest to him? Could it be that the weakened, prevaricating current President will finally hit stride, securing himself a second term in 2009 on the back of a widely popular crackdown on Suharto-era cronies and corruptors?
And what if after an appropriate period of mourning the government fails to act against those that remain? Will the public tolerate it or are we on the cusp of another painful and inevitably bloody period of national upheaval?