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My people are on the streets again. Jakarta, Bandung, North Sumatra, South Sumatra; students have been tearing down police barricades since 12 June, naming what they are watching in real time: a government letting a 32% fuel price hike become the benchmark for a wider cost-of-living crisis while spending 268 trillion rupiah on programmes riddled with corruption, expanding military presence into civilian institutions, resurrecting the logic of dwifungsi ABRI that Reformasi was supposed to have buried in 1998. The protest name this time is “Heading to Bankrupt Indonesia.” Precise, not dramatic.

My people are on the streets again. Jakarta, Bandung, North Sumatra, South Sumatra; students have been tearing down police barricades since 12 June, naming what they are watching in real time: a government letting a 32% fuel price hike become the benchmark for a wider cost-of-living crisis while spending 268 trillion rupiah on programmes riddled with corruption, expanding military presence into civilian institutions, resurrecting the logic of dwifungsi ABRI that Reformasi was supposed to have buried in 1998. The protest name this time is “Heading to Bankrupt Indonesia.” Precise, not dramatic.

My people are on the streets again. Jakarta, Bandung, North Sumatra, South Sumatra; students have been tearing down police barricades since 12 June, naming what they are watching in real time: a government letting a 32% fuel price hike become the benchmark for a wider cost-of-living crisis while spending 268 trillion rupiah on programmes riddled with corruption, expanding military presence into civilian institutions, resurrecting the logic of dwifungsi ABRI that Reformasi was supposed to have buried in 1998. The protest name this time is “Heading to Bankrupt Indonesia.” Precise, not dramatic.

I know that’s right. It’s around this month that I usually fought misogynists and bigots on the internet, who unsurprisingly were both men… and some women, for some patriarchal reasons. And usually around this month, I had inner turmoil about whether or not I should channel my inner murabiyyah to remind fellow Muslims about the moral lessons behind the story of people of Luth (Prophet Lot), which always ended up forgotten and I got distracted by more pressing matters like doxxing and death threats for instance. But those were my Threads days, which also allegedly contributed to my getting permanently banned. Your girl was deranged, and positively unsafe for the harmful.

You can find other requests under my last week’s mutual aid checkpoint. Please go through the posts, support what is possible, and boost the original requests directly. Some need urgent financial help, some need wider circulation, and many need both.

355/560 — 205 left to reach the goal for May, in less than 4 days 🥹 I appreciate all kinds of distribution, really. I do really need help.

Assalaamu’alaykum, comrades 😸