"Black Dutch"

 


by: Jaya Suprana

“Good Morning, Fellow Children of Indonesia”

Some of us still believe, while many simply don’t care—as long as they’re full, comfortable, and their own circle is safe. The Unity of Indonesia, our Third Principle, may still be nothing more than a dream. Why? Because our so-called public servants no longer serve the public. They’ve turned their duty into a hobby—extorting the very people they’re meant to protect.

Once, we were ruled by the Dutch—white skin, sharp noses, walking sticks, and books of Erasmus philosophy. They forced us to plant, to toil, to pay taxes. We fought back. We cried, “Freedom!”

Now, eighty years later, we are free. Congratulations!  

But strangely, a new species has emerged. Its name: Londo Ireng—the Black Dutch :)

Traits of the Londo Ireng

1.  Indonesian skin, colonial behavior.  

The Londo Ireng doesn’t arrive with ships or cannons. He comes with ties, government cars, and PowerPoint slides. His slogan: “Servant of the people.” His meetings? Five-star hotels. His speeches? “We must sacrifice for the nation.” The sacrifice, of course, is ours.

2.  A passion for “educating” the people.  

The old Dutch had their Ethical Policy—supposedly to educate the natives. The modern Londo Ireng does the same: “We’re teaching you to understand regulations.” Yet those regulations twist and turn seven times until the people give up and pay “acceleration fees” or taxes whose value is practically zero.

3.  Forced planting, renamed.  

Once it was forced planting of coffee and sugar. Now it’s forced participation in projects—mandatory purchases, mandatory support. Refuse, and you’re labeled “uncooperative.” The difference? In the past, profits went straight to Amsterdam. Today, they stop by a private account, get laundered abroad, and only crumbs reach the people. Efficient, isn’t it?

Why the Londo Ireng Is More Dangerous

Because the old Dutch were easy to spot—their faces, their language.  

The Londo Ireng? He speaks our tongue, eats sambal, takes selfies in the market. But once inside the meeting room, his brain switches to “How do I stay in power?”

The Dutch ruled for 350 years. The Londo Ireng rules every five years—and we elect him ourselves. The funniest part? He hates being called Londo. Say it once, and he cries, “Slander! Buzzers! Anti-Pancasila!” Meanwhile, he sells our resources, imports foreign policies, and tells the people to “be patient.”

The Cure

The cure isn’t replacing one Londo Ireng with another. That’s like swapping a dead battery for another dead battery. The cure is for us to stop being obedient “natives” and start being citizens who dare to ask:

  • “Who is this project really for?”
  • “Where does the budget go?”
  • “Do you still remember your promises?”

As long as we keep clapping for a 200,000-rupiah handout, the Londo Ireng will thrive—healthy, fat, and proudly posting photos of his “visit to the people.”

Freedom isn’t just about driving out pale-skinned colonizers.  

Freedom is when we can stand tall and say:  

“Hey, Londo Ireng—enough.”

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