National Geographic : 1948 May
in the shade, the women of the poorer classes in cheap, dirty-looking batik sarongs, the naked children. Most depressing of all are the women coolies, who in this sec tion of Java are hor rible victims of that ancient, primitive male slogan: "Let the women do the work." Dressed in nothing but ragged gunny sacking or ill fitting straw matting, these wretched women shuffle through the streets, bent almost double under sacks of rice or other goods and with a look of anguish and hopelessness in their dull eyes. 4 Slogans from Ameri can Revolution Many of the bare walls in the center of the city were still adorned with weather beaten propaganda slo gans painted by Java nese nationalists just after the proclamation of the Republic in 1945, when they expected that American troops would be sent to Java to accept the surrender of the Japanese occu- Mother and Child P pation forces. any of these slo- In addition to rearing Many jobs on estates growing gans had been copied export crops. Many pl or adapted from the sleep in hammocks slung patriotic utterances of American patriots: "Give Us Liberty or Give Us Death," "Freedom Forever," "Unity and Independence," and so forth. One of the young Indonesian officials as signed to guide and assist us was Johnny Senduk. Johnny at once attracted my at tention by the frequent American slang expressions that crept into his fluent English. He is a Christian from Manado, in northern Celebes, who had gone to sea in search of adventure and, like many Indonesian seamen, had jumped ship in New York. He lived unmolested in Brooklyn for several years, acquiring an inordinate taste for American swing music and soft drinks and a deep admiration for America as a country. R. Brandt from Black Star ause for Lunch on a Javanese Rubber Plantation families, thousands of Indonesian women hold full-time rubber, sugar, tea, coffee, cinchona, and other valuable antations provide barracklike nurseries where the infants From the ceiling and are cared for by trained attendants. Wartime conscription resulted in the dis covery of Johnny's status as an illegal im migrant and he was deported. Now he divides his time between writing poetry, editing an English-language magazine published by the Republic, and taking care of inquisitive for eign correspondents and writers. Whenever Johnny can spare an hour or two from his varied activities, he goes with other local hepcats to an ice-cream bar in Jogjakarta where tasteless ice cream is served to the ac companiment of hot jazz music from a well worn collection of American records. One sunny afternoon Johnny took us on a tour of the Sultan's residential palace, in another part of the city.