It would often feel
as if hundreds of thousands of the wretched of the earth decided to camp
along the tracks, as if the garbage from the entire East Asia had been
dumped along the rails, as if the hell really materialized here on
earth, instead of threatening us from some imaginary religious realm.
From the unwashed windows of the train you would see people suffering
from all imaginable diseases.
You would probably spot exposed wounds,
faces burned by fires, terrible hernias, untreated tumors and
omnipresent swollen bellies of children suffering from malnutrition. And
there would also be some ailments and deformities that are simply too
terrible to describe or to photograph.
Jakarta, the capital city of the country hailed by the Western
mainstream media as ‘democratic’, ‘tolerant’ and ‘the largest economy in
Southeast Asia’ is actually a place where majority of the population
has absolutely no control over its future. At closer look it becomes
evident that the city is stuck with the social indicators that are more
common in the Sub-Saharan Africa than in East Asia. And the place is
increasingly violent and intolerant towards religious and national
minorities as well as those who are demanding social justice. It takes
great discipline not to notice.
Slavoj Zizek, Slovenian philosopher, once wrote in his book The Violence:
“Here we encounter the Lacanian difference between
reality and the Real: ‘reality’ is the social reality of the actual
people involved in interaction and in the productive processes, while
the Real is the inexorable ‘abstract’, spectral logic of capital that
determines what goes on in social reality. One can experience this gap
in a palpable way when one visits a country where life is obviously in
shambles. We see a lot of ecological decay and human misery. However,
the economist’s report that one reads afterwards informs us that the
country’s economic situation is ‘financially sound’ – reality doesn’t
matter, what matters is the situation of capital…”
Indonesian capital and its elites are doing well, although exactly at
the price of the country being in shambles. But let’s go back to the
trains.
I decided to take commuter rail, from Manggarai Station to the
suburban city of Tangerang (the same place which, just a few years ago,
unconstitutionally but with absolute impunity imposed sharia law
on its population), for one simple reason: to see whether there was any
real progress in ‘fighting’ against what many describe as the imminent
collapse of Jakarta’s infrastructure, alas final gridlock.

The gridlock, like everything in Indonesia, has its colorful history:
Since 1965 (the year of brutal US-backed military coup which brought
general Suharto to power and took between 800.000 and 3 million lives.
Murdered were the leftists, intellectuals, people of Chinese minority,
unionists and atheists were or simply those who had more beautiful wife,
better plot of land or fatter cow) the government worked hard to make
sure that Indonesian cities would have no public transportation, no
sizeable parks and no sidewalks. Public places in general were
considered very dangerous, as that is where the people used to gather
discussing ‘subversive’ issues like their plans for the country.
Public parks were taken away from the people by ‘developers’ whom
built their private golf courses for the elites. Sidewalks had to go,
too, as they were not profitable and ‘too social’. And the public
transportation became private and eventually got reduced to polluting
minivans and appalling second hand Indian Bajaj rickshaws that don’t run for decades even in India.
And that was in Jakarta. Other cities with 1 to 2 million inhabitants
like Palembang, Surabaya, Medan and Bandung have had no public
transportation whatsoever, apart from dirty and tiny minivans and dozens
of dilapidated, rusty and smelly buses.
That was of course the plan: car manufacturers were regurgitating old
Japanese car models selling them at inflated prices (cars in Indonesia
sell for 50 to 120 percent higher prices than in the United States),
forcing the people of Indonesia – some of the poorest in East Asia – to
buy their own private vehicles. Cars were the first to be injected,
followed by dangerous, environmentally fatal and inefficient scooters
that are actually banned in all major Chinese cities and in many other
Asian ones.
Government officials and People’s Representatives (DPR) have been
having their palms greased by the car industry, quietly but
consistently. Car lobby became extremely powerful, blocking all attempts
to improve the rail and maritime travel between various ports in Java,
the most overpopulated major island in the world.
On 14 August 2011, Jakarta Post reported:
Indonesian Democratic Party of Struggle member Nusyirwan
Soedjono, a deputy chairman of House of Representatives’ Commission V
overseeing transportation affairs, has long questioned the government’s
reluctance to allocate more state funding for the improvement of the
country’s railway network, blaming its submission to “high-level”
political lobbying arranged by the automotive industry, which has
received direct advantages from the rapid development of the country’s
road infrastructure.
There has been no story of us [the Commission V] rejecting the
government’s budget proposal for developing railway infrastructure,”
Nusyirwan told The Jakarta Post. “But it seems like there have been
certain ‘powerful groups’ which always oppose every attempt to advance
the services of our mass transportation, especially trains.
As they would in any extreme fascist or feudal society, ‘elites’ have
been enjoying their chauffeured limousines, while the poor have been
breaking their legs when falling to the open sewers, getting raped and
air-poisoned in private, dreadful and unregulated minivans or risking to
have their brains spilled on uneven pavement after frustrating
maneuvers on their scooters between aggressively-driven cars and trucks.
With impunity and impressive consistency, Jakarta has been stripped
of almost all public spaces, while it became clear that the government
was becoming increasingly unmotivated, incompetent, overfed and lazy,
determined to block all long-term solutions.
Length of the rail tracks actually shrank since the Dutch colonial
power; Jakarta became the only city of its size (over 10 million
inhabitants, more during the weekdays) in the world without any type of
mass rapid system.

Few years ago there was some feeble attempt to build two lines of
urban monorail, not the most efficient mass public system to begin with.
Streets were blocked, dust and dirt everywhere, citizens were asked to
be patient as this was ‘being built for them,’ although not really, as
this was going to be pro-profit transportation system.
The project was given to private consortium and then, predictably,
the public money had been embezzled. Construction stopped without any
warning, leaving ugly concrete piles sticking in the middle of the
avenues. No heads were seen rolling as a result of that scandalous fraud
and the press remained predictably disciplined, reporting only what was
officially declared, which is always the case when too much money gets
robbed by those who are ‘too important to be disturbed’ by
investigation.
To be fair, there were other attempts to safe Jakarta: for instance
the introduction of so-called water taxis to hopelessly polluted canals.
But floating objects easily broke the engines of these primitive and
unattractive open dinghies plus the stench from the surface of the
canals that are permanently covered by thick and consistent layer of
garbage and toxic substances was so repulsive that the ‘project’ was
scrambled after only several weeks.
East Flood Canal was supposed to change everything, to
revolutionize entire approach to public works and to bring development
of the city to at least some basic Asian standards of the 21st
century. For decades, Jakarta has been suffering from epic floods;
sometimes two thirds of the city would find itself under the water,
result of clogged canals, annihilated green areas and unbridled
over-development. Decision was finally made to acquire the land and to
dig the canal that could bring excessive water to the sea. It was
promised that there would be public parks or at least some pathways
along the shores. Romantics even dreamed about the bicycle lanes and
promenades, and there were calls for water transport and, how daring (!)
the tramlines.
Those who were still harboring some hopes for Jakarta had experienced
extremely hard landing. In 2010 and 2011, as the work on canal was
still far from completion, the reality began to surface.
Construction quality was truly appalling and even before the work was
near finishing stage the garbage was already covering entire length of
the project. And then came the shock: government had obviously no plan
to place any public transportation on the banks of the canal. In fact it
made sure (as always) to stir away from building any evil public areas.
Stripes of land were recently (beginning of 2012) converted to yet
another set of roads that were immediately reclaimed by polluting and
noisy scooters. Not yet finished (although officially it is already
operational), the entire canal looks as just too familiar hybrid of
spontaneously created garbage dump and the wet dream of the scooter/car
lobby.
Along all those wasted square kilometers of urban space (although
officially the administration calls is a true success) there is not even
a tiny path for people to walk on, not one single playground for
children.
How do the officials manage to survive after such evident fiascos and
after betraying and robbing their own people? After all, what the city
administration allows happening, in what it is involved, would be
considered ’treason’ in several other countries in Asia.
The answer is: in ‘democratic Indonesia’ there is no accountability.
There is none; zero, zip! Corruption is endemic and the citizens have no
mechanism to organize protest (obsession with the social networks like Facebook
is mainly for status reasons only, as well as for empty chat: even the
murder of people of different believes by hard-line religious cadres
does not bring ‘educated and middle class’ people to the streets).
It feels that the entire nation, including its capital, gave up long
time ago. People are living their lives in this monstrous megacity, not
even bothering to demand, to protest or to complain.
Of course in Indonesia complaining leads nowhere, letters addressed
to DPR go unanswered, even unopened, while letters to the press get
published only if they stay in undefined but intuitively understood
limits. ‘Projects’ are not open for debate (too much money is often
involved and the government and private companies divide the loot among
themselves in accordance with the well established rules and formulas)
and would never risk allowing the system to be endangered by
interference of the citizens): the people are simply informed (once in a
while) about what is going to be build; when and where. If money
disappears, as it does with predictable consistency, there are no
repercussions. If plans ‘change’ or if schedules are not kept, nobody is
held responsible.

Indonesia is perfect dictatorship with periodically held elections
(electorate could freely choose between one corrupt candidates with
business interests and another corrupt candidates with business
interests): a leader in the new breed of countries controlled and
sponsored by Western interests with absolutely no power given to the
people.
Passengers who would fall through the rusty floors of trains to their
dead or those who fall through unmarked holes that could be found all
over the city get no apology, let alone compensation.
Asked to compare Indonesia and China, professor Dadang M. Maksoem, a
former lecturer at UPM (University Putra Malaysia), who now works for
the government of West Java, gets furious: “Very simple: they [the
Chinese] are committed to do their best for their nation. There is no
dedication like that here. How come, in this part of the world,
governments can’t even provide decent public transportation? People are
forced to buy their own motorcycles to transport themselves – forced to
risk their lives, having terrible accidents. Now there are traffic
gridlocks everywhere. You can say that our system is stupid, idiotic,
brain-dead, or greedy. Just go on and fill the gap!”
But that’s not what one could read in the Western mainstream media.
Officially the West admires Indonesia. How could it not: Indonesian
rulers and its servile elites sacrificed their own people, their own
islands, even their own capital city for the good and profits of Western
multi-national companies and imperial geopolitical interests. Which
foreign corporation or government would not appreciate such a
generosity?

But once again, back to the public transportation.
Around the time when the administration and private sector were
flirting with the construction of monorail (or at least they told the
people that they were), the city began to build so called ‘busways’;
projects based on absolutely misunderstood concept of public
transportation project of the city of Bogota in far away South American
Columbia.
Instead of building heavy-duty train system, Jakarta slashed off two
lanes from some major thoroughfares and supplied locally and very badly
made narrow busses where passengers sit along the walls facing each
other. Each bus had only one door. Monstrous stations were made of metal
sheets that were rusting and full of holes. Most of the automatic
platform doors have broken down and many people ended up being pushed to
the road and to death and serious injuries.
As with anything else in Jakarta, the system is not design to improve
the life of the ordinary citizens; in this case to ease traffic
congestion and to move millions of people in safety and comfort. It is
designed as a ‘project’ designed to enriching private companies that
share their profits with corrupt officials.
The busway system is inefficient, esthetically inacceptable and it is
actually not helping to connect the city – it is fragmenting it
further. There are hardly any sidewalks adjacent to the stations.
People arriving at the stop have to risk their lives reaching their
homes walking through the streets congested with traffic, or by other
means of transportation.
Even if the busway stops are near the train stations, planners make
sure that there could be no direct connectivity. For decades, Jakarta’s
rulers made sure to disconnect all transportation structures, including
Dutch-era train stations from the rest of the city. The city has almost
no sidewalks, almost no underpasses (there is just one in the whole
city, near ‘Kota’, that took several years to build and which already
began resembling a hellhole long before the completion) linking the
stations to the avenues. Not that Jakarta actually has many avenues –
most of them were converted to terrible poor replicas of Houstonian
suburban throughways: with elevated and surface highways, almost no
walkways and services fenced and separated from one another.
The stupidity of the city planning can be only matched by the idiocy
of the development of the country as a whole – Jakarta is a microcosm.
To make a U-turn, one has to often drive for one kilometer or more,
adding to traffic jams, fuel consumption and pollution. But the city is
designed the way that one has to often drive even in order to cross the
street, as there are hardly any passable sidewalks or street crossings.
Nothing is connected here and no matter what, one has to use a car or
increasingly ‘popular’ cheap polluting scooter (locals call them
wishfully ‘motorbikes’) and then rot in macet – the legendary
traffic jam – as the car lobby managed to buy and corrupt several layers
of the government, as a result forming resistance to construction of
any efficient public transportation network.
There are clearly many financial interests involved. To analyze
Indonesia, it is necessary to remember that ‘normal’ considerations and
moral principles disappeared from the lexicon of the rulers.
Small group of business people and politicians here had already
plundered most of the country’s natural resources; they destroyed
rainforests and turned this vast archipelago into the environmental
disaster. Majority of Indonesians never came close to sharing profits
from destruction of their country.
Jakartans are no exception. The city is being developed ‘against its
people’, as was noted by significant Australian artist George Burchett
who had visited more than two years ago.
The population is uninformed and phlegmatic after decades of
pro-business brainwashing campaign and after the destruction of
inquisitive thought in this city that at this point has no art cinemas,
permanents theatres, socially oriented press or art galleries
specializing in unveiling Indonesian tragedy through art. Instead,
billions of bits of social rubbish are flying from one Blackberry to
another: elites are chatting and listening to outdated pop music,
stuffing themselves on Western and Japanese junk food. There is not much
else to do. In the meantime, the city is collapsing, covered in
poisonous fumes, with enormous slums filling the space between giant but
repetitive malls and office buildings. There is no water in its once
glorious canals – just toxics.
The most horrifying is that there seems to be no space for people.
People became irrelevant. Even children: no playgrounds, no parks. Even
poor Port Moresby, the capital of PNG does incomparably more for its
citizens.
“To hell with your aid!” shouted President Sukarno publicly at the US
ambassador, more than half a century ago. Terrible vendetta came
promptly. After the US-sponsored coup and fascist regime holding the
reigns of power until this very day, Jakarta was changed to “To hell
with the people!” kind of place.
“When I come to Jakarta, I don’t want to leave the house”, explains
Nabila Wibowo, daughter of Indonesian diplomat. She decided to stay in
Portugal after her mother’s post ended. “There is no culture here, no
concerts, no good music. And I can’t even walk or move around the city.
There are no sidewalks. I just stay for some time, locked in my room,
and read my books”.
Now the city is ‘threatening’ to build MRT, a subways system that is
expected to have two lines upon completion. The project had been
postponed for decades, but if it would finally go ahead, many analysts
including some ITB (Bandung Institute of Technology) professors are
terrified to even imagine what the results could be, considering the
track record of the city authorities and the quality of other
transportation projects all over the country.
It is most likely that the money would be allocated and then
embezzled again. In Indonesia there is absolutely no mechanism to
guarantee transparency and impartial supervision. That’s in a striking
contrast to other complex countries like India where the New Delhi
subways system was actually built on time and below original estimated
cost.
It appears that embezzlement of public funds is the profession
staffed by the most talents people of Indonesia. This is where the city
and the country hold the world prime.
There is no serious pressure from the public to stop this madness.
By now the public is used to chocking, dying prematurely from pollution,
living in slums without clean water and basic sanitation, and sitting
in endless traffic jams. Majority of the people of Jakarta never left
the country and therefore do not know that the ‘different world is
possible’, that there are actually cities build for the people, not
against them. Elites that travel know reality very well, but would not
tell.
The vicious cycle is omnipresent: new projects are announced, then
launched, and finally scrambled after enough pockets get filled. People
are left with nothing and don’t even demand anything. It had been like
that, to a greater or lesser extend, during the feudal days and during
the Dutch colonial administration. Although before passing away, the
greatest Indonesian writer Pramoedya Ananta Toer told me “the situation
was never as bad as now.”
Those who know or should know what is behind the scenes are either complicit or simply refuse to face the reality.
In February 2012 I asked Ms Ririn Soedarsono, professor at
prestigious ITB, whether the MRT project has any chance to be completed.
“We will start building MRT this year”, she replied. “By the end of
2013 the first phase would be completed. Technically there should be no
problem. But I don’t know what would be the political climate…”
2013? Even in technologically developed countries like Japan, China
or Chile, one subway line could easily take between 4 and 10 years to
construct, depending on the terrain. But maybe I misunderstood the
‘first phase’ definition.

Trains are still better in Jakarta than in Nairobi, some are even
air-conditioned, as they come imported used from Japan, but they tend to
deteriorate rapidly due to lack of the maintenance: one year in Jakarta
and 30 years old Japanese train that has arrived in perfect condition
would end up having its doors broken, sets slashed and air-conditioning
system clogged with dirt.
“We go by train twice a week”, explain Ms Enny and Ms Susie from
Bogor. “It’s unbearable during the weekdays, especially peak hours. It
is almost impossible to find a space to stand. It is quite scary and
traumatic especially for us, women, especially when passenger run in
hordes, fighting to enter the car.”
Superiority of Jakarta’s trains over those in Nairobi, the capital of
one of the poorest nations on earth and another ‘capitalist and
democratic miracle’ may not last for long. By the beginning of 2013
Nairobi is poised to finish renovating its rail tracks and to put in
service the first modern line, followed by the second one in 2014. The
stations will come with parking lots; shops and modern facilities,
connecting neighborhoods inhabited by the middle class and the poor.
Chinese construction firms that are involved in building highways,
overpasses and other infrastructural projects in East Africa are also
constructing sidewalks, rail tracks and within two years are planning to
connect Jomo Kenyatta International Airport with Nairobi rail network.
Collapsing Sukarno Hatta Airport at the outskirts of Jakarta had been
waiting for rapid rail service for decades but so far only got extra
lanes of highway.
One question that comes logically to one’s mind is: could Indonesia
be so far behind the places like Cairo, Nairobi, Johannesburg and Lagos
or is something else going on? Could it be possible that the Indonesian
elites are actually sacrificing tens of millions of people for their own
profits? They did it before: could they be doing it again?
Along the tracks, half naked dirty children and infants play in
garbage and open sewers. Rubbish is burned here in open, as Jakarta
doesn’t have comprehensive rubbish management system. Garbage collection
and management is by definition a public service, therefore nothing
that would make profits and excite the officials. Only fraction of
Jakarta resident’s has access to truly clean water, only 30 percent to
basic sanitation.
It is living hell all around the train cars that are slowly making their way from one monstrous station to another.
Read Indonesian press perfecting its art of deceive and you would
think that there is at least some basic rail system already in place, in
need of serious improvement but in place nevertheless. You could even
find some maps of the ‘system’ on Internet. But try to reach the
station, try to use the network, and you would be forced to have many
second thoughts about its existence as a dignified transportation
option.
There are no schedules and no information. Unreceptive, slow and
inefficient employees sell tickets manually. To get to the platform is
dangerous. But despite everything, it is mainly the Indonesian middle
class that rides the trains.
However, it is the middle class locally defined, using brackets of
the World Bank and Indonesian government: according to them, the members
of the middle class here are those who live on more than US$2.00 a day.
And that applies even to the city, which is by many standards one of
the most expensive in East Asia.
According to that calculus, the ‘middle class’ forms the majority of
the city in Jakarta. Great part of it lives in what would be considered
elsewhere as ‘slums’. Some of its members don’t have access to clean
water; most of them live in inacceptable hygienic conditions.
Some members of Jakarta’s ‘middle class’ ride on the roofs of the
trains because they can’t afford the train fare; several people get
electrocuted each year, others fall to their death. To keep them off the
roofs, compassionate government began hanging concrete balls above the
tracks to break their skulls, as well as spraying them with colors, even
with excrements. Several stations including Manggarai, attached razor
wires to the roofs of the platform, so the people who would try to jump
from the roof would get shredded.
Herry Suheri – a cigarette seller at Manggarai Station does not think
people will be deterred by all those drastic measures: “There are still
people riding on the roofs of economy trains, especially during the
peak hours. And it is not only about the free ride. There are simply not
enough trains to accommodate people who have to get home or to work.”
The train system, the ‘green areas’, the ‘plan to improve the city’ –
everything is fake, an imaginary world of deceptions. The reality is
brutal but clear: Jakarta does not fall under any definition of the
city. It is a laboratory, an experiment of market fundamentalism. Guinea
pigs are people. They are being studied: how much discomfort could they
take, how much unhealthy environment, and what doses of depressing
vistas would make them finally run away?
For now, all hopes for Jakarta should be abandoned. ‘The most
unlivable major city in Asia-Pacific’ will not improve, not anytime
soon, not in the foreseeable future, not under this administration and
this regime.
In South America the right-wingers used to shout: “Jakarta is
Coming!” to frighten left-wing governments in Chile and elsewhere in the
world. Jakarta is now here, in its full glory; a monument to unbridled
capitalism; the monster, the warning, and the case study for those who
want to understand how low the elites could sink in their overwhelming
greed and selfishness.
All photos by Andre Vltchek.
Andre Vltchek is a novelist, filmmaker and
investigative journalist. He lives and works in East Asia and Africa.
His latest non-fiction book “Oceania” exposes Western neo-colonialism
in Polynesia, Melanesia and Micronesia. Pluto in UK will publish his
critical book on Indonesia – (Archipelago of Fear) – in August 2012. He
can be reached through his website.