5/8/2023 0 Comments The dancer ahmad tohariBecause of the confined space, the prisoners were forced to stand, packed together like bundled kindling. The one-room house had been transformed into an emergency detention center for nearly two hundred people, many of them women. In the front yard was a guardhouse, where soldiers wearing red scarves and armed with rifles and machine guns stood on alert. Fixed in ghostly silence, the windows and doors of the house were bolted shut with heavy metal bars. Late one night, only a single house was still lit, glowing faintly. Hundreds more were buried in shallow mass graves or lay in open fields. Corpses drifted lazily down the rivers and streams. At night the air was filled with the sound of gunfire, military transport vehicles, the pounding of boots, and the howling of feral dogs whose noses tingled with the smell of blood and rotting flesh. Except for security personnel, people did not leave their homes after dark. The period of oppressive darkness had lasted for more than half a year. In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:įebruary 1966: a small town in a remote corner of Central Java.
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