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Featured Filmmaker: Indrani Kopal

Name:

Indrani Kopal

Age:

31

Location:

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

About:

I’m a fulltime video journalist in Malaysiakini.tv. It’s where I learned the importance of using media in a more meaningful approach.

http://smpa.gwu.edu/doccenter/fellows10.php

She currently works as a multi-media producer for Malaysiakini, an independent, on-line news media organization. Since 2006 she has produced dozens of short documentaries on various social issues, particularly on the plight of the Indian community in Malaysia. She values the fact that she is capable of persuading and convincing people to act upon the messages highlighted in her films. Her defining moment came when her short film, ‘She’s My Son’, was selected for best short documentary in a local competition.

Video history:

http://www.engagemedia.org/author/indra05/

http://vimeo.com/indra05

The top 10 short features in my list (2006-2010)

  1. nov25 | Behind The Revolt – 2008
  2. She’s My Son – 2007
  3. High Chaparral: The tale of the villagers – 2009
  4. Deleted from victors’ history: The other freedom fighters – 2009
  5. It’s not easy being a Penan – 2009
  6. Bonded labourers in our midst – 2006
  7. Oily Hair – 2010 – Washington, DC
  8. ‘I only dance for you’ – 2010 – New York City
  9. Batu Arang Special | A step back in time – 2010
  10. Tumbuk Estate: How long more to wait? – 2010

 

Recent work:

(June – Oct 2010)
Batu Arang Special | A step back in time 

Batu Arang was the birthplace of many radical unions. The Coal Workers Union in this little town had a leading role in some of the largest strikes of the period when they protested over their working conditions and poor wages. This forgotten town which witnessed some of country’s most popular labour strikes and demonstrations is also home to many prominent leaders past and present. Today it silently holds many untold stories of our history. In my recent work, I decided to make a short documentation of this town before it vanishes. I wish this type of documentation attempts will be made compulsory by the state or private community or organization to preserve the history of our country.

 

In their words:

1.Tell us who you are as a filmmaker.


Often people ask me, what exactly that I really do for living and I tell them that I’m gathering evidence for history through my videos and photographs. And I really love meeting people and documenting their stories; it is such an honor to be let in like that. 

2. How did you come to video as a medium? Why do you work with the moving image?


I’m a self-taught filmmaker. Honed my skills while working as a Film and Television Lab technician in Limkokwing university 10 years ago. I eventually joined now defunct second pay TV operator MITV in 2004 as a television program producer before moving on to Malaysiakini in 2006. 

Another interesting choice I made in my life is also to choose to make documentaries instead of fiction films. Documenting real stories and constructing the same in fiction, are two different world. I realize over time that I have a gift to to connect with people and get them to open up to their personal lives to me and trust me, and I swear I cannot make people act!

When viewers started reacting and taking action after watchign the films … I witness change (that includes changes in perception) and the fact that I can manifest that change in the lives of people, I must admit that it felt magical being able to do that with my videos. 

3. What are the main issues you address in your video work?


Although I have covered various issues in my line of work, including many minorities stories but of late I have been focusing so much in LGBT life – I been always very much interested in the LGBT issues, I just dont know why … I always believed that we have to accept and celebrate our diversity and differences … and that includes diversity in sexual orientation as well … and I have taken the pledge to educate Malaysians about that diversity using my short documentaries. There’s room for everyone in this world, why discriminate? :(( 

4. We saw your about gay in the US, please tell us a bit about this video and the backgroud? ‘I Only Dance For You’


Among all the recent work above, for me personally, the most notable one has to be ‘I only dance for you’documentary produced in New York City during the 2010 International Emerging Filmmaking Fellowship program under the Documentary Center of the Washington University. Twenty filmmakers were choosen from around the globe and I’m one of the three filmmaker from South East Asia. And yes it was my first trip to US. It’s a six week fellowship program where we are required to made two short documentaries in pairs, in two major cities – DC and NYC. When my partner Simon De Swardt and I get dropped off in Manhattan, New York City, we were given three days to find a subject and shoot before we return back to washington where we were based. 

We finalized cinema verite as our genre and LGBT topic as our focus (that took me hours to convince my too-straight partner), but we didnt know where to begin. So, long story short – I met Arsenio in a gay club where he works as a bar manager in the evening after his day job as a hair stylist – and convinced him to share his beautiful love life with Don and Lola, with me. His partner, Don was little skeptical about the shoot – took him a day to get back to us. Later Don; who was very camera-shy in the beginnign; ended up opening so much more that we expected – and made the whole story more meaningful. 

After that, Don and Arsenio, decided to flew up to Washington for the grand public Premier screening of the documentary. After the screenign, they became the celebrities of the night, … everyone cheered and they were swamped by people congratulating them for coming and sharing their story. Well, those are some memorable moments that I will treasure.

5. Tell us about your favourite piece of video you have made, in regards to social justice or environment.


‘Oily Hair’ – A short documentary that looks into how people are taking matters into their own hands to fight Gulf oil spill in innovative and creative ways in US. This documentary was also produced as part of a documentary Fellowship programme of the George Washington University documentary centre. 

Documentaries are always deemed as boring and serious. As a filmmaker for years I have been experimenting with various types of production and postproduction methodologies — in the industry they are categorized today as cinematic-journalism, poetic reflection of storytelling and photo-essay.  ‘Oily hair’ was one of those experimental type that has- fun-filled-witty-suspense- ambient. Many who watched the video, like it because of the fact that no one says outright why are the volunteers collecting and shipping hair and most of process of the making off- the hair-boom was shown rather than told. 

I think the ‘suspense-musics/sound effects’ touch added lighter side to a disaster and shows how people get together to implement innovative ways to help protect the environment caused by the BP leak.


6. How do you think online distribution is changing the field of independent video making? How do you use online tools in your work?


Seriously I believe the growing internet/online distribution channels has provided incredible opportunities for indie filmmaker to reach wide audience around the globe. Online distribution trend has helped independent documentary filmmakers (like me) to reach wider audiences raise teh awareness about the social justice issues happening in our communities through videos. This is indeed a new revolution in the filmmaking industry. I think the traditional filmmaking has been redefined!! Things has changed now, anyone can make films now.

About using online tools in my work,- hey that’s what I do for living actually. I’m an online video journalist who works for an online news portal. On an average day, I publish at least one video in various platform available online, which includes engagemedia video portal 🙂

Linkage:

Indrani‘s EngageMedia Page 

Indrani’s Blog

Wacth Indrani’s ‘Oily Hair’

 

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Transcript: Tunaliwor Kiwo Testimony (Bahasa Indonesia)

Video Testimony di sini

Terima kasih,
saya akan menceritakan kronologi penyiksaan yang saya alami dari awal sampai akhir.

Pada hari Minggu
tanggal 30 Mei 2010 dari Tingginambut menuju ke Mulia, saya menggunakan ojek  sampai di Pos TNI Kwanggok Nalime,
Kampung Yogorini. Saya Anggen Pugu Tunaliwor Kiwo dan Telengga Gire dipanggil
oleh aparat TNI di pos itu. Lalu, tanpa curiga kami datang ke pos TNI Nalime
tersebut. Kami pikir mungkin mereka mau kasih sesuatu ,atau rokok kah namun bukan demikian, melainkan kami
diinterogasi langsung dan mereka bertanya kepada kami … Lalu mereka bertanya,  “Kamu tinggal dimana?”, “Ya, kami
tinggal di Kampung Tingginambut, Ibu Kota Distrik” … “Apakah kamu punya KTP?”
… “Ya kami punya, lalu kami tunjukan kepada mereka”.

Langsung, tidak
bertanya banyak, saya, Anggen Pugu Kiwo, dan Telengga Gire diikat dengan tali
dan diseret kebelakang pos dengan menarik ujung tali dibalik ke belakang saya
dari arah kiri pos ke belakang, lalu langsung pertama-tama ditampeleng keras pada
telinga kiri dan dan telinga kanan 
ditarik … didorong … dibanting ke tanah. Habis itu kedua kaki kami diikat
dengan kawat berduri. Lalu ditarik ujung tali yang sudah terikat pada tangan
kami dan diseret-seret dari arah Sungai Nagarak.

Kayu balok yang
sudah dipersiapkan … lalu mereka mulai hajar saya dari leher sampai tulang
punggung, hancur-hancuran … dan kayu balok tadi patah-patah, hancur di badan
saya. Setelah balok tadi patah, lalu mereka buang.

Sehabis itu mereka
mengambil karung plastik … lalu memasukan kepala saya sampai kaki, lalu
diikat dan kemudian membukanya lagi … Lalu ganti dengan kantong plastik hitam
ukuran besar, mereka memasukan saya dari kepala dan menarik leher saya. Semua
mulut dan hidung tertutup. Plastik lalu diikat mati sehingga saya tidak sanggup
bernafas dan mencoba membuka mulut tidak bisa karena sudah rapat betul dan
hampir tidak bisa bernafas lagi … Tidak bisa … tidak bisa bernafas … Lalu
mereka membukanya lagi.

Kemudian mereka
bertanya, “Ko harus jujur … ko harus jujur”  … “Ya, saya tidak tau, saya ini hanya masyarakat biasa”
… Berulang-ulang … Tetapi mereka terus memaksa saya … “Ah ko tipu ko
harus jujur jawab,  ko OPM  to …?” Kami ditekan terus sehingga
bingung mau bicara, sudah kaku dan gementar suara kami, sudah tidak bisa jawab
dengan baik karena kami gugup. Akhirnya mereka terus menyiksa saya … terus
… menyiksa terus. Bolak-balik memukul saya dari ujung rambut sampai kaki
dalam keadaan kaki dan tangan sudah terikat … Saya mulai tidak berdaya …

Lalau mereka
masuk ke pos mengambil tang, lalu jepit jari-jari kaki saya … tarik keras
sampai hancur-hancuran. Saya terus histeris sampai terkencing-kencing … aduh
aye lalu pindah lagi ke kaki
sebelah, maksudnya dari kaki kiri pindah lagi ke jari-jari kaki kanan.

Dengan cara yang
sama mereka jepit penis saya sampai hampir putus, saya terus … histeris, aye bopanu … be … andi aye (aduh sakit
lepaskan saya). Mereka mengatakan, “Kami akan potong kemaluan kamu” … Saya
terus histeris … mereka menyiksa saya dari jam 9.00 pagi. Kaki, tangan sudah
posis terikat dari pagi

Kemudian menarik
ujung tali yang sudah terikat ditangan saya ditarik, banting dari kiri kekanan,
dari kanan ke kiri, mengakibatkan banyak benturan kepala, kaki terkena
benda-benda keras termasuk diding rumah, batu dan sebagainya, mengakibatkan lutut
kanan saya ini sudah rusak, tidak bisa jalan normal seperti dulu lagi, tapi
jalan lutut kanan saya pincang.

Tak terasa mereka
menyiksa saya dari jam 9.00 pagi sampai jam 6.00 sore. Mereka seret saya masuk
ke dalam dapur mereka di bagian belakang.

Kaki, tangan saya
tetap terikat lalu merek ikat kaki saya dengan tali satu-satu, dan diikat ke kayu
dan tangan saya tetap diikat ke belakang dan tergantung keatas.

Sesudah itu ada
satu anggota yang datang dan menginjakan kaki, lengkap dengan sepatu laras
menginjak kaki di muka dan hidung. Dia menekan kakinya danb kepala saya
terbentur ke tembok …terpantul … dan lagi kembali diinjak lagi sampai berulang-ulang
mengakibatkan darah saya dari hidung, mulut, dan kepala mengalir, menutupi semua
mulut, dada, kumis. Karena dalam posisi terikat jadi sulit saya lap darah saya,
jadi terpaksa tiu-tiup fu … fu … fu …
fu …
agar tidak menutup mulut saya ado
… saya pasrah saja apa boleh buat.

Setelah itu, mereka
membakar rokok … pura-pura mau kasih saya lalu saya buka mulut untuk merokok
… tiba-tiba tarik balik apinya tancap di hidung saya sehingga hidung saya
semua terbakar dengan api puntung rokok.

Kemudian mengisi air di
ember sampai penuh dan sudah tengah malam, badan keram … campur dingin, mereka
siram air dari kepala sampai ke seluruh tubuh … saya saya bilang … aduh
dingin be … tapi mereka tidak mau
tahu … siram air dingin sampai badan saya jadi gementar … keram dan seluruh
tubuh menjadi kaku. Saya bilang aduh dingin tapi justru ditambah menyiram air
dingin terus.

Akibat dari tali
yang mereka ikat dengan kencang dari jam 9.00 pagi tadi membuat kaki dan tangan
saya menjadi bengkak yang luar biasa

Penyiksaan
selanjutnya adalah mereka panaskan besi atau kawat lalu tempel di kiri-kanan
paha saya. Saya terus berteriak … “Aye
… aye … andi be”
… kemudian dikasih panas lagi tempel lagi di perut
kiri-kanan saya, “… aye andi be …”
lalau dikasih panas lagi tempelkan lagi di dada kiri dan kanan … saya terus
berteriak … “aye … andi … be …”
tapi mereka tidak perduli dengan kesakitan saya … ado luar biasa menyiksa saya
dari jam 9.00 pagi sampai
malam sampai pagi … seret saya … keluar …

Mereka meletakan
saya di halaman pos lalu saya sampaikan bahwa saya ini adiknya Bapak Sekda
(Yustus Wonda) jadi tolong panggil dia agar datang jemput saya dengan suara
yang sudah  terputus-putus …
namun mereka meniru gaya saya bicara dan menertawakan saya …

Pagi hari itu (sudah
hari ke II) mulai siksa saya lagi menggunakan balok. Mereka menyiksa saya,
dipukul dari ujung kepala sampai ke ujung kaki bolak balik sampai-sampai
hancur-hancuran dalam keadan kaki tangan tetap terikat dengan tali.

Penyiksaan lain
lagi mereka masuk dalam pos sambil pisau sangkur … lalu satu datang menginjak
muka, mulut dan hidung … mereka lalu meletakan pisau sangkur di leher saya,
satu dari arah kiri dan yang satu lagi dari arah kanan, mencoba mengancam memotong
leher saya, dan saat dinjak itulah hidung saya terbelah ini [menunjukkan
hidungnya] … saya pikir leher saya pasti putus namun belum juga terputus.

Kemudian mereka
posisikan saya terbaring tertidur, dan papan kayu taruh diatas, melapisi dada,
muka, perut, saya lalu … tes-tes belah dengan
kapak dari kiri, jatuh papan tembus kena papan yang mereka alas di sebelah
leher kiri dan kanan saya.

Penyiksaan
berikut adalah kaki dan tangan saya tetap terikat, kaki disuruh lipat dan ambil
tali mengikat dari leher, lapis dengan kaki kencang sementara tangan tetap terikat
di belakang. Kemudian mereka tumpuk kayu bakar yang ada di halaman pos, angkat dan
tumpuk semua diatas leher dan badan saya sampai tinggi. Saya sudah hampir tak
bisa bernafas lalu disamping kaki kiri dan kanan disiram bensin lalu dibakar. Saya
berada di posisi tenggah dengan kayu bakar … ado saya tidak bisa bergerak, panasnya api semakin menghanguskan
tubuh saya karena kaki tangan saya tetap masih dalam keadaan terikat mati …
saya terus histeris kesakitan.

Mereka kemudian
melepaskan saya dan seret saya keluar dari tumpukan kayu bakar, lalu berdiri
dengan posisi kepala di tanah dan muka menghadap ke atas. Dalam posisi sisi
badan ke tanah lalu merka tes membelah saya dengan kapak, tembus masuk ke sisi
kepala kiri dan kanan mencabut kapak yang tertanam dalam tanah dan kotoran
terhambur menutup muka dan mata saya … luar biasa mereka menyikas saya … dan
posisi pasrah siap mati sudah tak berdaya mereka lakukan pada saya. Hal itu
mereka lakukan sebelum matahari naik, kira-kira antara jam 5-6 pagi

Sekitar jam 8.00
pagi saya diseret dan dicukur kumis dan rambut saya dengan cara yang
tidak-tidak. Rambut saya dipotong dari semua arah, kepala saya disilet … silet
tidak terarah mengakibatkan silet kena di mulut, telinga, hidung dan di muka
semua berdarah karena muka saya dan kepala kumis semua disilet sampai botak.
Kepala saya berdarah-darah.

Penyiksaan beralih,
aparat TNI itu membuat sambal dengan rica [cabe] dalam jumlah yang sangat
banyak, bawang merah, putih bawang putih, 
sabun Rinso, garam campur ditumbuk
dengan air lalu menyiram tubuh saya dari kepala sampai ke seluruh tubuh saya …
saya berteriak karena sakit tapi mereka justru semakin brutal dan terus
menyiram ke bagian tubuh yang belum tersiram. Mereka membalikkan tubuh saya
lalu menyiram terus sambal itu semua siraman ditubuh saya sampai habis …

Lalu mereka seret
saya dan menjemur saya di terik panasnya matahari di samping rumah pos itu
sampai tak sadar diri. Semua lalat menempel di seluruh tubuh saya, dimulut,
hidung, telinga … lalat kemudian kembali hinggap ditubuh saya lagi sampai
matahari dari barat mulai terbenam di bawah kaki Gunung Arimuli atau Puncak Senjum.
Ketika saya sadar, hari sudah mulai senja kira-kira pukul 4.30 sore.

Lalu komandan pos
memerintahkan kepada anggota TNI yang berprofesi sebagai matri untuk bersikan
saya, lalu mantri tadi … mengatakan “Ado,
kasihan,” dan ia buka tali yang diikat tadi baik di kaki maupun di tangan.
Kaki dan tangan saya bengkak, tidak bisa jalan, jadi matri itu bantu peluk saya
turun di kali tempat mandi lalu saya dimandikan pakai sabun sampai bersih lalu
karena celana saya kotor jadi dia memakaikan celana, dia lalu gendong saya dan
membawa saya kembali ke pos. Setelah sampai di pos seluruh tubuh saya yang
sakit disirami dengan alkohol, dibersikan dan digosok Betadine diseluruh tubuh yang luka. Kemudian ia suntik kaki kiri, kanan
dan tangan kiri, kanan, di paha kiri dan kanan, menjahit hidung saya yang
terbelah akibat penyiksaan tadi dengan benang. Saya merasa sangat dingin
jadi  kembali dipakaikan baju dan
jaket yang ada disitu, jadi diambilkan dan dipakaikan pada saya lalu baringkan
saya diatas serambi tidur pulas sampai bangun jam 6.00 sore.

Setelah bangun,
mereka menyuruh saya angkat kaki dan tangan, maksudnya untuk diikat kembali,
namun sangat sulit untuk diangkat karena bengkak dan berat sekali untuk angkat,
susah, sehingga kaki saya tidak jadi ikat dan tangan saya juga mau diikat ke arah
belakang namun tidak bisa karena saat penyiksaan semua jadi rusak, keram tulang
tangan, kaku sehingga tidak bisa dibengkokkan kebelakang. Jadi mereka terpaksa
ikat di arah depan, mencoba ikat keras namun saya kesakitan lalu mereka ikat
agak longgar lalu masukan saya untuk tidur di serambi.

Satu hari sebelumnya
mereka tidurkan saya di tanah, jadi mudah untuk angkat kaki sementara saya
berusaha angkat kaki itu membuat tanah dimana kaki saya ada saya bikin sampai
jadi lobang dalam, saat saya tarik-tarik kaki.

Setelah saya
dimandikan sampai bersih tadi, kemudian ditidurkan dengan alas tikar dan
diatasnya pakai plastik warna kuning yang biasa dipakai untuk evakuasi mayat
dari pembunuhan atau kecelakaaan lalulintas, saya diatas rapat dengan plastik
itu serta kepala saya di kasih bantal serta tutup bandan saya dengan jas mantel
atau jas tidur milik TNI berwarna hijau agar tidak kedinginan dan tidur
nyenyak.

Sekitar 11.30
saya  tak  sengaja terbangun dari 
tidur. Sementara saya tetap terbaring lalu saya mendengar semua rencana
eksekusi saya besok pagi. Waktu tinggal hitungan jam, saya dengar korban bahwa
… sekarang sudah jam 12, oh … sekarang sudah … jam 1, hitung-hitung jam …
oh sekarang sudah pukul … 2 pagi oh sekarang sudah masuk … jam 3.00 pagi
hari. Waktu semakin mendesak, mereka semua sibuk, mereka memasak air panas lalu
mereka buat kopi, teh dan masak Supermie
masing-masing di dalam plastiknya, Supermie
lalu ikat ujungnya, beberapa menit setelah masak mereka makan sendiri-sendiri.
Mereka sangat ramai karena sedikit lagi akan mengeksekusi saya, sementara saya
terus mendengar setiap kalimat dan kata-kata mereka yang mereka ucapkan.

Pada jam 3.00
mereka kontak dangan HT dimana kesatuan mereka bertugas di Pos Kalome, Pos
Tingginambut dan Pos Puncak Senyum, bahkan mungkin di Kota Mulia juga mereka melaporkan
bahwa: “Yang satunya mereka sudah tembak tembak, tetapi satunya masih hidup”. Ketika
mendengar itu saya pikir Telengga Gire mungkin sudah ditembak mati, padahal
belum. Maksudnya yang “sudah ditembak” itu mereka mau tembak saya [Kiwo].

Waktu sudah
menunjukan ukul 3 lebih lalu mereka mengatakan mobil akan datang kesini jam 8
jadi kami akan menembak mati orang ini tepat pada jam 9 pagi lalu akan
dinaikkan ke mobil. Saat itulah saya, Kiwo, hati kacau campur takut dan cemas

Saya mulai
perlahan-lahan lepaskan tali yang diikat di tangan saya, buka dengan gigi
pelan-pelan tetapi tetap kencang, saya tarik jadi kelihatan mereka lihat tali
masih span karena ujung tali diikat di diding, dan ujungnya diikat di tangannya
korban.

Sementara itu
saya curi-curi pandang, lalu berdiri, tetapi mereka lihat saya lalu tegur saya,
“Ko … tidur, jangan bangun … ko … tidur, jagan bagun lagi.” Tetapi tetap
saya pelan-pelan angkat kepala terus sampai … saya mendengar sudah jam 4.00
pagi.

Kiwo Mulai
berdoa, isi doa adalah:

Terimakasih Tuhan
Allah Jika Engkau menghendaki saya akan mati ditangan militer Indonesia, maka
pada hari Selasa tanggal 11 Mei tahun 2010, jam 9.00 pagi ini pasti saya akan
ditembak mati di tempat ini, maka hidup saya, saya serahkan kedalam tanganMu ya
Tuhan.

Tuhan tolong bawa
orang-orang yang menyiksa dan membunuh saya ini kedalam tangan orang-orang saya
yang akan membela menganti kepala saya dan menggantikan nyawa saya supaya
mereka juga ditembak mati, apa bila mereka akan membunuh saya pada jam 9.00
pagi ini. Terima kasih Tuhan Yesus.

Tetapi jika Tuhan
telah merencanakan hidup saya mati atau dipanggil Tuhan dengan cara lain, sakit
penyakit, maka saya tidak akan mati ditangan TNI di pagi hari ini maka Tuhan
saya mohon buat mereka buta dan tidak berdaya dan lepaskan saya subuh jam 4.00
– 6.00 sebelum jam 9.00 Pagi ini keluar dari tempat ini. Terima kasih Tuhan di
dalam nama Tuhan Yesus … Amin.

Akhirnya Tuhan
memberikan kekuatan kepada saya untuk mengangkat tubuh dari tempat tidur. Drum
yang ada dan tindis kepada satu orang yang standby
menjaga saya tindis diseluruh badan dan saya tindis kaki saya lompat keluar
lalu kaki saya menginjak serambi mereka yang ada di pos depan, saya pikir ini
teman mereka yang jaga saya yang keluar dan ketika kaki saya sudah lompat
keluar, saya ketahuan lalu mereka menembak dengan tembakan peluru luar biasa ke
arah saya namun tidak satu peluru pun kena tubuh saya.

Saya lepas lari
dengan berguling-guling. Saya lari jatuh … lari … jatuh begitu terus sampai
agak jauh sedikit saya jatuh dalam tempat yang saya sulit berdiri, saya usaha
setelah jatu mencoba berdiri tapi tidak bisa jatuh lagi … kedua kali lagi
mencoba berdiri namun tidak bisa lagi … yang ketiga juga tidak bisa berdiri,
akhirnya saya menyerah tetapi lama kemudian saya mencoba berdiri akhirnya saya
dapat berdiri dan jalan. Kalau mereka terus mengejar saya maka mungkin saya
sudah pasti mati di situ. Saya jalan ibarat anak umur 1 tahun baru belajar
jalan, sebantar berdiri … sebantar-sebentar jatuh lagi … seperti itulah
yang saya alami. Saya terus lari ketemu jalan besar … saya langsung merayap
masuk dalam semak-semak, celana putih tadi saya buka lalu pegang di tangan agar
mereka tidak mendapatkan saya. Sampai tiba di Kali Yamo sudah mulai pagi sekitar
jam 5.00, dan 6.00 pagi saya ikut Kali Yamo bertemu keluarga.

Keluarga takut
mendekati saya dan menjabat tangan karena mereka sudah dengar kabar tersiar
bahwa Kiwo sudah dibunuh oleh TNI dan juga ada ceritra dongeng tentang orang
yang datang mengujungi keluarga setelah meninggal, jadi mereka pikir
jangan-jangan kamu bayangan apa benar … lalu Kiwo menjawab “Ah … ini saya
betul masih hidup … saya disiksa dan saya selamatkan diri.”

Keluarga bilang, “Ada
dua pemuda memyampaikan surat kepada pos TNI itu agar agar kamu segera pulang karena
kamu selama ini dicari Goliat Tabuni itu”, tu sudah yang kamu bunuh itu … namun
karena tiba-tiba Kiwo masih hidup dan muncul maka rencana mereka antar surat ke
pos mau titip lewat tukang ojek tidak jadi, kembali dari jalan.

Keluarga memotong
babi. Keluarga langsung memotong babi sebagai tanda bertemu kembali keluarga
yang selamat dari maut dan secara adat mereka membunuh babi dan memeriksa semua
bagian tubuh yang hancur namun hanya dua tulang rusuk yang patah dan semua
tulang dalam tubuh dari kepala sampai kaki menjadi merah. Semua lalu mereka bersihkan,
dan masak, dan dirawat dengan obat-obat yang dikirim dari Mulia dan saya sudah
sembuh seperti sekarang ini

Sampai hari ini
saya ragu dengan kesehatan saya, jangan-jangan saya akan kambuh sakit kembali
namun masih sehat karena memang saya ini orang yang punya tipe hidup tidak
sembarangan, artinya tidak pernah mengambil barang milik orang lain, memarahi
orang dan menyakiti hati orang lain, tidak pernah, jadi Tuhan tolong saya dan
saya selamat.

Itulah kronologi
penyiksaan yang saya alami waktu itu dan saya sampaikan terima kasih. Nama saya
AnggenPugu Kiwo. Jadi itu sudah bekas-bekas penyiksaan luka yang saya alami. Wa
wa wa wa

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Transcript of Kiwo’s Torture Testimony (English)

Video Testimony here

On Sunday, May 30th 2010 I was on my way from Tingginambut
to Mulia using motorcycle, arrived at the TNI post Kwanggok Nalime Kampung
Yogorini. I, “Anggen Pugu/Tunaliwor Kiwo with Telengga Kiro” was summoned by
the TNI personnel at the post and without hesitation we came to that Nalime
post, we thought they wanted to give a cigarette or something but turned out we
were questioned and interrogated … they asked “Where do you live?” We live in
Tingginambut village, the district’s capital … ”Do you have ID card (KTP)?” Yes
we do have it and then we showed them.

Without further questions, I, Anggen Pugu Kiwo and Telengga
Kiro were handcuffed with rope and dragged to the back of the post by pulling
the edge of the rope behind me from the left side of the post to the back side,
then instantly we received a huge slapped, from left ear and right was
pulled … pushed … slammed on the ground. Then they tied our feet with barbed wire …
Then pulled the edge of the rope that has been tied to our hands, dragged from
the direction of Nagarak River.

A log has been prepared…then they started to beat me from
the neck and bones were crushed … and that log was broken to pieces on my body,
then they threw that broken log.

After that they took a plastic bag … then they put my head
inside all the way to my legs and tied it, then opened it again … Then they
replaced it with a large black plastic bag, put my head to it and pulled my
neck, my mouth and nose were sealed till I couldn’t breathe and I tried to open
my mouth but I couldn’t because it’s so tight and I almost couldn’t breathe
anymore … I couldn’t … couldn’t breathe … then they opened it again.

And then they asked … you have to be honest … you have to be
honest … But I don’t know anything, I’m just a regular person … over and over
again … but they kept pushing me … you’re lying, you have to tell the truth
that you’re OPM right? … we were constantly pushed that we were so confused
to talk, we were numb and our voice was trembled, we couldn’t answer properly
because we were nervous … eventually they kept torturing me … repeatedly … back
and forth beating me from head to toe while my hands and feet were already in
tied position … I’ve become powerless …

Then they went inside the post to get pliers to tweeze my
toes … pulled them hard until they were severed, I was hysterical until I
peed … then they switched to my other foot, I meant from left toes to right toes.

With same method they clipped my penis that it almost
snapped … hysterically I cried “it hurts, let go of me” while they’re saying
they will cut our genitals … I was still hysterical…tortured me since 9 am.
Hands and feet were tied since morning.

Next they pulled the edge of rope that has been tied to my
hands, they pulled and slammed from right to left and from left to right,
causing many head bumps, legs were exposed to hard objects including the wall,
rock etc, ruining my right knee that I’m not able to walk normally again, it’s
crippled.

They have tortured me from 9 am to 6 pm and they dragged me
to the kitchen located in the back of their post.

They kept my hands and feet tied then they tied each of my
foot to a wood on the wall and kept my hands tied from behind and hung from
above.

After that there was a soldier came, stepped on with his
boots, stepped his foot on my face, pressed my nose and banged my head to the
wall … then it bounced … He repeatedly stepped on me causing blood streaming
from my nose, mouth, head; my mouth, chest and mustache were covered and
because I was tied, I couldn’t wipe the blood so I had to blew it … fu … fu … fu … fu …
so it didn’t cover my mouth. I was helpless, what can I do …

Then he rolled a cigarette … pretend to give it to me that I
opened my mouth to take a drag … suddenly he pulled it back and stick the fire
instead to my nose that it was burnt from the cigarette.

Then they filled up water in the bucket, it’s already
midnight and my body was cramped … They poured cold water all over my body … I
told them “it’s freezing” but they didn’t want to hear … they washed my body
with cold water until I was shivering … cramp and the whole body was numb. I
told them “it’s freezing” but they continued anyway.

Because of the tight rope that they tied since 9 am has
caused my hands and feet to swell tremendously.

The next torture was to heat up an iron and or a wire then
pressed it to my left and right thigh … I kept screaming…but they pressed it to
my stomach … I screamed … they pressed it to my left and right chest … I kept
screaming … but they didn’t care about my agony … unbelievable that they
managed to torture me from 9 am in the morning to the evening, till the next
morning … they dragged me outside …

They put me at the yard and then I told them that I’m the
younger brother of Yustus Wonda, the provincial secretary, with broken voice I
asked them to get him and pick me up … but instead they impersonated my voice
and laughed at me …

That morning (day two) they started torturing me again using
a block and severely beat me with it from head to toe, back and forth with
hands and feet still in handcuffed position.

The other form of torture, they got in the house to get a
military knife … then one by one they stepped on my face, mouth, nose … hen
from the left side they put the knife on my neck, from the right side they try
to point out cutting my neck and at that moment my nose got cut (pointing at
his nose) … I thought I’d lose my neck but it still there.

They lay me down then put a wood board on top of my chest,
face, stomach … then they axed the board from the left side; it fell and
penetrated through the board they laid next to my left and right neck.

The next torture is: hands and feet remained tied but I had
to fold my legs, the rope tied from the neck with feet kept tight while my
hands were still handcuffed from behind then they stacked firewood available in
the yard and stacked the whole thing as high as my body until I almost couldn’t
breathe, then next to my right and left leg, they threw fuel to the firewood, I
was burnt in the middle … I couldn’t move and the heat from the fire burnt me
down since my hands and feet were still tied … I cried hysterically in pain.

They got me out and dragged me from the firewood stack then
I stood with head on the ground and my face facing up. Then they put a test on
me by axing the left side of my head and at the same time pulled the axe off
the ground, which threw the soil covering my eyes and face. The torture was
extraordinary and I was completely helpless from it … They did this during dawn
around 5-6 am.  

Around 8 am they dragged me then shaved my mustache and hair
in hideous way, they cut my hair from every angle, using razor blade … it’s so
random that it slit my mouth, ears and nose – all over my face was covered in
blood because they shaved my mustache, hair until it went bald and bleeding.

The torture switched to the TNI soldier concocting this
chili sauce using huge amount of chilies, red onions, garlic, detergent, salt –
all mixed with water, then they poured my body from head to toe with that … I
screamed because it hurts so much…but they winded up brutally soak me up, they
made sure not a single body part they missed out until they finished the whole
water.

Then they dragged me and basked me under the heat of
sunlight next to the house until I didn’t realize that flies had surrounded my
mouth, nose and ears. When the soldiers approached me the flies flew off but
they returned and perched on my body until the sun started to disappear into
the slope of mount Arimuli or Puncak Senyum. I realized it was later in the
afternoon around 4.30 pm.

Then the commander of the post ordered the TNI medical
personnel to clean me up. He sympathized for me and loosened the rope both on
my hands and feet. My hands and feet were swollen, I couldn’t walk and he
helped me to go down the river for bathing then he gave me soap and then I
washed my body until it was clean. Because my pants were dirty, he made me wear
his pants then helped me cling to him and walked back to the post. As soon as I
arrived, he soaked alcohol to all over my painful body, cleaned them and rubbed
the wounded parts with Betadine, he also gave injections to my left and right
foot, left and right hand, left and right thigh, stitched my sliced nose as a
result of the previous torture using yarn. I felt so cold so he helped me put
on my clothes and jacket and then he lay me down on bed, I slept through until
6 pm.

After I woke up, I was told to lift my legs and hands to be
tied again but it’s very difficult to lift them because they’re swollen and
heavy, therefore my legs couldn’t get tied and my hands as well could not get
tied from behind because of the tortures, which made my bones damaged, hands
were numb so he had to tie me from the front, tried to tie it firmly but I was
in pain then they tied it loosely and put me back to sleep.

One day before that, they put me to sleep on the ground so
it’s easier to elevate my legs so when I lift one of my legs, I made a deep
hole in the ground with my other leg when I tried to pull it.

After I was bathed, then they lay me down on a floor mat
layered with the yellow plastic bag that is usually used to evacuate a body
from a murder or traffic accident, so I lay on top of it and they put pillow
for my head and covered my body with green TNI jacket so I wouldn’t feel cold
and could sleep well.

Around 11.30 I accidentally awoke but I kept lying down and
over heard my execution plan for the next morning. Time was ticking and they
were busy boiling water and made coffee, tea and each of them ate instant
noodle. They were rowdy because I was about to be executed; meanwhile I had to
hear their conversation

At 3 o’clock they made contact through HT (Handy Talky)
where their military unit was on duty at Kalome post, Tingginambut post, Puncak
Senyum post, even the one at Mulia town also reported that they have shot one on
the scene and the other one was still alive, when I heard that I thought it was
Telengga Giro who got shot. Apparently what they meant was to shoot me (Kiwo).

Time pointed at 3 am past something. They said the car
would be arrived at 8 am, so we’re going to shoot dead this person at 9 am sharp
and brought him into the car. Yes, I am Kiwo and that time I was afraid and
anxious.

I opened the rope that bound my hand slowly with my teeth
yet I pulled it tightly so that it was looked tight because the end of the rope
was tied to the wall and the other end was tied to my hand. Carefully I peeked
and stood there but they saw me and I was reprimanded to keep sleeping. But I
slowly raised my head until I heard it was 4am.

At 4pm (Papua time) I started to pray. This is what I said
to God:

Thanks God if your will is my death in the hands of
Indonesian military. Then, on Tuesday May 11th 2010 at 9am, I will be shot dead
here so I surrender my life to Your hand.

God, please bring the men who tortured and killed me to the
hand who will defend and replace my head and soul so that they will be shot
dead as well if they shot me at 9am. Thanks Jesus.

But, if You plan my death in another way such as illness,
then I will not die in the hands of TNI this morning, please make them blind
and powerless and free me at 4- 6am before 9 this morning. I will escape this
place. Thanks Jesus, in the name of Jesus. Amen.

Finally God gave me strength to lift my bed and a drum and
throw that to a soldier who was on guard. I stepped on the porch at the station
nearby; they thought I was their friend who was watching over me. And when I
stepped out, they realized it. They shot with too many bullets yet none of them
hit me.

I ran until the fell and rolled around. It happened many
times. I tried to stand up and fell again until quite far in the distance. The
second time I tried yet I failed. The third time I failed, finally I gave up.
But I tried to stand and I could stand. If they chased me, I would definitely
die. I was like a one year-old child who learns to stand up and fall again.
That was what I experienced. I kept running until I saw the main road. I
immediately crawled into the bushes. I opened the white short and held it in
hand so that they would not get me. I got into Yamo River at 5, and at 6 I met
my family.

My family was afraid to approach and shake my hand since
they heard that I was murdered by the TNI soldiers. And there was a myth that a
dead family member visits their family so they thought I was a shadow. Then I
answered this is Kiwo, I’m still alive.

There were two young men delivered a letter to the TNI post,
they told you to go home soon because all this time you were looking for Goliat
Tabuni who you have killed. Yet, suddenly Kiwo appeared and still alive, so the
plan to deliver the letter to the post by motorcycle was cancelled.

My family slaughtered a pig as a symbol of one family member
went home and saved from death. Customary, they slaughtered a pig and checked
all parts of my badly beaten body but there were only 2 broken ribs. All my
bones from head to toe turned red. They cleaned it up and cooked and treated
with the medicine sent from Mulia. Now I have recovered.

Until today, I have hesitation about my health. I worry that
the disease will relapse. Since I am a civilian, an ordinary man, basically
never steal others’ stuff, angry at others and hurt someone’s heart, therefore
God helped me and I survived.

That’s the chronology of the torture I experienced and I
thank you. My name is Anggen Pugu Kiwo. So that was the traces of wound that I
experienced.