Anatomy

Today I received e-mails from members of a mailing list I had subscribed to. It asked that the posting was out of context and should be disregarded. The posting I forwarded was a plea to sign a petition to protest the execution of Tibo and his friends, accused, tried and condemned for killing and masterminding the Poso violence. Poso is a region in Sulawesi ridden with discriminative violence. It initially was a small riot, but escalated after being politicized by groups that seem intent in stirring chaos in this heterogenous country.

This rejection forced me to reaffirm my concerns over my own country. If the oppressed people are bent on their own self-destruction by submiting to a barbaric inquisition in the name of justice, then go to hell. I am forced to remind myself that my concerns are no longer real, but indeed abstract and even more so that it may be insignificant to aspire. What is at stake? Just a nation full of people that are no longer human beings but homogenized in a doctrine misinterpreted for the sake of power and control.

I am sad to comply, to apologize for asking, not to demand. It is ridiculous for me to be subjugated by a majority that can’t see the light.