28 Jan
I’m in the Union, Jack
I am occasionally asked if I would take out Indonesian citizenship. I would like a more permanent residence visa, but my usual reply is ‘no’ because I’ll never lose my Britishness. After all, my father fought the war for the likes of me.
I will, I hope, retain my fondness for real ale, Marmite, decent cheese and Charlton Athletic. Apart from the beer, these are the cultural icons I grew up with.
Here in Jakarta, I do my (little) bit to fly the Union Jack, and I’m not just referring to Jakartass. As a warden for the British Embassy, I’m supposed to assist British residents in my area if there are civil disturbances threatening our well-being. Of course, there isn’t anything happening here which isn’t happening much, much worse elsewhere.
I’m not a high living expat in an exclusive expat enclave or fancy apartment. With an Indonesian family to support, I dont live apart. In other words, Jakartass is as multi–cultural as they come, presumably as Tony Blair would wish me to be.
I’m a bit boggled, therefore, by the withdrawal of the official Brits from face-to-face dialogue with Indonesians.
Today’s Jakarta Post has a box ad from the British Consulate General stating that from Wednesday 01 February 2006 their Visa section assigns responsibilty for the administration of visa application collection and distribution to PT. VHS Indonesia who will offer a personalised service and perform a number of routine administrative tasks on behalf of the British Consulate General in Jakarta. For a fee of Rp.175,000 per application.
Presumably a few salaries have been saved, including that of a proofreader for their website.
The other, once major, British presence here is the British Council. In November 2004, they officially hand-overed (sic) their library to the Ministry of Education.
As the library is hope to be one of the best learning centres, the ministry will conduct a number of interactive and learning activities such as discussions and seminars in the near future.
I haven’t visited the library since it was moved from the previous HQ of the Council in the S. Widjojo Centre in Jl. Sudirman, but my spies inform me that certain books and videos seem to have disappeared, and we’re talking prime artefacts such as the complete series of Fawlty Towers.
Another much valued service formerly offered by the British Council was its English Language Teaching Centre. The last teacher moved on in July last year, thus enabling the Council to focus its efforts on facilitating the commissioning of teacher training programmes in some English Language Teaching methodologies.
As George Bernard Shaw reputedly said, “Those who can do, those who can’t teach, and those who can’t teach, teach teachers.”
Regular readers will be aware of the poor access to the internet here. The Council believes that its clients will be better served by online services. That may be the case back in the UK, although those who used computers at school several times a week performed “sizeably and statistically significantly worse” in both maths and reading. There is no study I can find that states categorically that computers and the internet are a worthwhile substitute for face-to-face teaching.
Many of these changes were supposedly made due to security concerns, and a highly paid consultant was brought from Blighty for a year to effect the move into the Bursa Efek (Stock Exchange) building up the road. It’s a plush open plan office suite which is protected by sophisticated electronic devices ~ much like the old premises. There’s a nice view over the police HQ, so I expect that was a consideration too.
According to my highly-placed local intelligence sources, the S. Widjojo was never targetted by J.I. or other terrorist groups, and why should it have been? It was mainly used by Indonesians seeking further education.
This is a service they are now denied, not least because the Council, in its wisdom, chose to move to the site of one of the first bomb outrages in Jakarta.
Go figure.
Footnote:
The consultant did very nicely, thank you. He married one of the local staff and took her back to the sunny climes of Leigh in Lancashire.
In theory, no-one is expected to GIVE-UP their cultural heritage in the name of multiculturalism. Along with that, what it sought is some allegiance and respect for the adopted country with no more, or no less, customary citizen-rights.
Ah yes that was the nice cover they put on it but a rather more in depth study will reveal that “multi-culturalism” was in fact, along with all the other left wing ideas that just seemed to spring up out of no where in the 1960’s and which became embedded in Academia in the 1970s and in the media in the 1980s and which is now government policy was a well organised political plan.
One needs to study Gramschi and the Frankfurt model of Marxism to understand it. Gramschi was a Marxist who realised revolution would never work in western Europe and instead detailed a much longer game plan which envisioned the gradual and incremental erosion of bourgeois society. Every little baby step along the way would be so small and reasonable that no one could possibly object but by the end of it all the society would be totally transformed.
The process whereby this would be carried out was by completely transforming the education system, the destruction of “traditional” family values, the encouragement of mass immigration, the undermining of the justice system, the discrediting of old fashioned religion among many others. It would be carried out by taking control of the levers of influence, ie the media and the universities. It has been spectacularly successful in the UK.
By the way I assure I am no half mad, old colonel living in a fantasy land of communist plots. If you speak to any left wing academic or student of political thought they will confirm what I am saying.
‘On ‘ya. I’ve delved into Sociology and its notables with great interest but theirs does not sound like the multiculturalism that I know of. Where will it all end
“…. no more, or no less, customary citizen rights”
I couldn’t agree more. As for ‘multiculturalism’, I wasn’t so much referring to scholastic definitions, as to what it takes to be a fairly well assimilated expat here.
And this theme, I hope, is consistent through my musings.
Moreover, I do feel that the diplomatic corps thrives on being ‘distant’, which is why I’ve had a pop at them.
what did u think of the letter in Jak post this week regards a recently arrived expat’ s experience with maids. who has the most culture to learn, expat or maid?
Anon.
Read my comment in Indcoup’s blog