Misfortune never comes alone

Misfortune never comes alone

During my spare time, I muse over the past, present and future
of our daily life. In the pre-July 1997 era, it seems to me that
life was good, everything was plain sailing. Then came the
debacle of the exchange value of the rupiah against the U.S.
dollar. The rate before July 1997 was approximately Rp 2,500.
Suddenly it began to slide, until it touched its historic low of
Rp 17,000, according to newspaper reports.

I believe that nobody has the right answer as to why this
happened. I have read one of Uncle Sam's magazines stating that
it is relatively easy to devalue a country's currency by, for
example, 70 percent. But when I wrote to the magazine asking how
to do that, the reply was a deafening silence. No wonder that the
prime minister of our neighboring country accused a fabulously
rich tycoon in Uncle Sam's country of masterminding the downfall
of Asian economies.

It reminded me of the New York Stock Exchange debacle in the
1930s which became the harbinger of the Depression, when I was 5
years old.

In the current case, the rupiah's depreciation against the
dollar has had far reaching effects -- a domino effect. For
example, imported raw materials are five to six times their old
prices, which has resulted in lay offs because the finished
product prices are automatically five to six more.

Then came El Nino, causing a protracted drought in Indonesia,
which resulted in crop failures, compelling Indonesia to import
millions of tons of rice from neighboring countries. To make
matters worse, forest fires in Kalimantan and Sumatra raged for
several months, which made neighboring countries' daily life
miserable because of the haze. Then came dengue fever, which made
hospitals very busy. In Lampung (South Sumatra) out of nowhere,
millions of locusts devoured everything green in the fields. In
Irian Jaya, about 600 people died of starvation.

All these occurrences have caused the prices of the nine basic
commodities to skyrocket, making the life of wong cilik (little
men) miserable and frustrating. And to make the cup of bitterness
overflow, mobs went on a rampage (apparently to vent their
frustration), setting fire to stores, homes and vehicles and
looting shopping centers, which resulted in billions of rupiah of
damage and more than 500 people became lumps of charcoal. The
above is about the past and present.

What about the future? People demand reform in all sectors and
a general elections is a "must" and a drop of prices for sembako
(the nine basic commodities) is also a "must".

Bisnis Indonesia reported last week that about one million
people gathered in Surabaya to pray for forgiveness from the
Almighty for our wrongdoings and to pray that He will save us
from our present miseries. A praiseworthy deed.

About 40 years ago, when I paid for English lessons costing
one-fourth of my salary, I learned, among other things, poems by
American poets, one which I hereby recite: Life is hard, life is
but an empty dream... for the soul is dead that slumbers and
life is not what it seems... (Longfellow).

A. DJUANA

Jakarta