Mama: Parang kinakatay na pilipino (si robin dahil dun sa sound nya) dapat kasi

biik yung sasabihin march 9 2014

minke
minfee
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
i'd rather do everything than not at all
So you were educated as high as a coconut tre e to learn to
deceive?
you who know not that science and learning have opened a
new era on this earth of mankind!
Who cared if the devil was appointed
smallpox official or was sacked dishonorably because of
embezzlement? My world was not rank and position, wages and
embezzlement. My world was this earth of mankind and its problems.
I only want to become a free human being, not given orders,
not giving orders, Mother.
What s the use of being Javanese only to have one s rights
violated? Perhaps you don t understand that notes like that are
very personal? Haven t your teachers taught you about ethics and
individual rights?
Or is this indeed the practice given to trainee officials? Fiddling
in other people s affairs and violating the rights of anybody
they like? Aren t you taught the new civilization? Modern civilization?
You want to become a king who can do as he pleases, like
your ancestors kings?
My resentment and anger had spilled out.
And is this what the new civilization means? To insult people?
To insult government
I was clearly a descendant of the knights of Java, so I too was
a knight of Java. But why was it a non-Javanese who was making
me so dashing? And handsome? Why a European? Perhaps an
Italian? Already since Amangkurat I in the 1600s, the clothes of the
kings of Java had been designed and made by Europeans, said Mr.
Niccolo Moreno. I m sorry, but your people only wore blankets
before we came. Below, above, on the head, only a blanket! His
words truly hurt.
Whether his story was true or not, in the mirror I did look
dashing and handsome. Perhaps people would say later: a true
Javanese costume, forgetting all the European elements in the
shirt, collar, tie, and even forgetting the last and velvet made in
England.
There s nothing wrong with the radicals, is there? They re
bringing progress to the Indies. By this time I felt really stupid.
But good doesn t necessarily mean right, and progress might
not yet be appropriate. It could come at the wrong time and
place! pressed Miriam.
She is my teacher. According to her, everything comes from
being taught, I answered, and from practice. Even beliefs. You

two would not ever have come to believe in Jesus Christ without
being taught and then practicing to believe.
Miriam, on the other hand, watched me as if she were looking
at her lover s portrait. This year we ve begun hearing a new
word: modern. Do you know what it means?
It isn t in the dictionary. But according to this fantastic
teacher of mine it is the name for a spirit, an attitude, a way of
looking at things that emphasizes the qualities of scholarship, aesthetics,
and efficiency.
Association means direct cooperation, based on European
ways, between European officials and educated Natives. Those of
you who have advanced would be invited to join together with us
in governing the Indies. So the responsibility would no longer be
the burden of the white race alone. So there would no longer be a
need for the position of the controller as a liaison between Native
and white administrations. The bupatis could cooperate directly
with the white government.
I want no more than to enjoy what I ve created by my own
hard strivings. I need nothing else. A happy life, in my view, does
not come from that which is given to one, but from one s own
struggles
If attracted, no limits to one s
praise; if hated, no limits to one s finding fault.
But all these people never spoke to the Javanese, only to
their own people, the Dutch. They asked Europe to treat
your people properly.
But now, says Papa, at the close of the nineteenth
century, nothing that they did is of use today. According
to Papa, it is the Natives themselves who must now act.
He
is proud to be a Javanese, and that is good as long as he
has self-respect as an individual as well as a child of his
race. He mustn t become like the general run of his people;
when among themselves they feel as if they are from
a race which has no equal on the earth. But as soon as
they are near a European, even just one, they shrivel up,
lacking the courage even to lift up their eyes.
The gamelan sings of
a people s longing for a messiah. Just longing after him,
not seeking him out, not giving birth to him. The gamelan
translates the life of the Javanese, a people who are
unwilling to seek, to search, who just circle around, repeating,
as in prayers and mantras, suppressing, killing
thought, carrying people into a dispirited universe,
which leads them astray, where there is no character.