The dark side of Jakarta

The dark side of Jakarta

Does a dead body need money? Surely not. The relatives of the
deceased usually made do for the burial. It is, then, a serious
matter if a father has no money for the funeral of his child.

A scavenger named Supriono was questioned by South Jakarta's
Tebet police officers for carrying the body of his three-year-old
daughter around the city because he had no money for the burial.
The officers were suspicious of Supriono's explanation -- that
his daughter had died of diarrhea and vomiting. Ordered to go to
the Cipto Mangunkusumo Hospital for an autopsy, Supriono, who
hails from the small town of Muntilan, Central Java, balked at
the charge and insisted to health officials that he take his
daughter home to Bogor for burial. He argued that he had many
fellow scavengers in Bogor. But he didn't know how he could bring
his child home as he had no money to rent an ambulance.

Supriono's apprehension about the hospital fees drew the
attention of several good samaritans, who spontaneously collected
money for him. However, the scavenger found the money donated to
him was still too small to rent an ambulance.

So Supriono left the hospital with the dead body of his second
child and followed by his first child, a six-year old, he decided
to go to Bogor on foot.

The drama ended when Supriono remembered Sri Suwarni, a woman
he had once rented lodgings from. He went to Manggarai, South
Jakarta, to meet Sri. Shocked by the presence of Supriono and his
daughters, the generous woman sought help from her neighbors to
arrange the funeral.

Five days after Supriono's drama was over we were again
surprised by another report -- this time of a 61-year-old woman
who was found dead, apparently from hunger, in her home in
Cakung, East Jakarta. The neighbors said they had frequently
given food to the elderly woman before. Her death shocked the
community after it emerged the old woman had been locked in her
room by her son, Sidik, who said later that he had kept her there
while he was looking for job to pay back his debts. Sidik, a
percussion teacher at a nearby mosque, explained he had locked
his mother inside because she was senile. But he didn't explain
why he had left her without food.

It a kind of irony that both these tales of poverty and woe
took place in Jakarta, famous throughout the archipelago for its
big-city glamor and tales of riches made. It's not hard to
understand where these ideas come from. Luxury cars worth
billions of rupiah regularly speed past on Jakarta streets and
glittering high-rise buildings fill the capital's skies. In the
green, moneyed areas, loud spaghetti mansions boast of untold
wealth, their gardens full of micturating lions and cherubs,
while their less ostentatious kin, exclusive apartments housing
the upper-middle classes, peer coldly out of gated complexes.

Jakarta, a magnet for job seekers in the archipelago, has
unfortunately become a jigsaw puzzle at the same time. But this
is not a diversion for children, but a dangerous challenge for
adults, a game with sharp edges. If you do not fit, like Supriono
and Sidik, you or your kin risk being cut to shreds. As the
popular song Siapa suruh datang Jakarta (who asks you to come to
Jakarta?) tells people like Supriono and Sidik, the capital city
is most likely the wrong place for you to live, despite your all-
out efforts to survive.

But while the stories of Supriono and Sidik and his mother
Mardiah are the dark side of Jakarta, they are also showcases of
official, if not public, indifference. They beg the questions, do
we still pay good attention to what is going on around us? And do
we care?

According to a senior sociologist, Paulus Wirutomo, what
people did for Supriono and Mardiah, while it was admirable, was
actually a demonstration of social minimalism.

For Paulus, that people gave money to help Supriono so his
toddler could have a decent burial was not a mistake, but it was
not enough.

The police seemed to do the right thing when, after four hours
of questioning Supriono, they ordered the scavenger to go to the
Cipto Mangunkusumo Hospital for a child's autopsy. However, the
police, as a state institution, should have done more to help
Supriono. They could have contacted an official institution in
charge of public funerals to help Supriono, but they did not.

The hospital, too, as a government institution in charge of
human welfare did absolutely nothing to help Supriono after he
refused an autopsy for his child on financial grounds.

Why was it that a good-hearted woman, Sri Suwarni, initiated
and arranged the funeral of Supriono's child. Why did "public
servants" have nothing to do with it?

Neighbors were generous to the elderly Mardiah when they gave
her meals but it was not enough to ease the burden she was
becoming on her son, or the maltreatment she suffered at his
hands. It would have been better for them to have exhorted the
neighborhood unit chief to seek institutional help for Mardiah.

While we Jakartans are commemorating the 478th anniversary of
the capital city, which falls on June 22, it might be a good time
to reflect on what we have done for our neighbors.

If government institutions that are supposed to care for the
poor, prove to be useless, then it is time for us, the citizens,
to do something -- to reach out and lend a hand when officials
fail.

Otherwise, we will be sickened by the same "urban disease"
that seems to afflict our social institutions -- a malady of
ignorance, indifference, and selfishness.