Tuesday, October 21, 2008
File doc KNIGHTpenan rape
Edited October 22;
“I am of the opinion that efforts must be taken to educate the Penans about rape. The most important question: Which is rape which is not?” – Christhoper K. Knight
What Penan rapes?
By Christhoper K. Knight
But we brought the evils to them…
Remember, my child, The Rape of Nanking. Author Iris Chang is dead but the Japanese still refuse to openly admit their war crimes in China 1937. The rape of the Penans in Sarawak bears a patch of signature of atrocity where tyrants rule and strong men do as they please, take what they want and ravage all resistance. The rainforest coughed out the well-kept secret but none among us can be concerned to follow up on the leads. The forest too thick no one sees anything amiss; we only hear cries for help.
Datuk Patinggi Tan Sri Alfred Jabu anak Numpang, the purported King of the Dayaks, the man who walked over eight gongs in Long Pelutan upon His Majesty’s anointment to the throne in 2004, during an investiture observed by thousands of Kayans Uma Peliau, is now rendered helpless when his role is so called for. What good is this King Jabu when he only watches with indifference as marauders seized his Penan subjects and raped them in the muddy water? To hell with him!
Datuk Patinggi Tan Sri Alfred Jabu anak Numpang – so long the name but so short the temper –, the purported King of the Dayaks, the champion of a Dayak nation that once ruled over all things on this island from the mountain springs to the end of rivers, cannot make out the noise from the jungle?!
These sexual harassments, happened so many times already, cannot be mere voices in the woods. These cannot be mere coincidences or crimes of convenience anymore. Is there a thought-out pattern here, my lord? Are we harassing the Penans so they eventually vacate the jungle territory for us to do what we please with it? So the Kayans can have more room to breed. So the Kenyahs can have the rivers all to themselves. So the Ibans can build one longhouse for each families. So the Kelabit highland is cooler without the Penans burning trees in the hills. So the Chinese can extract timber from the mountains. So the Malays can build tall white cities in the mountain range. If that is your wish, my lord, then I wish you’re dead.
The Penans are my brothers. I eat with them and sleep with them. I hunt with the men and sing with the girls. Now they’re weak I am strong, I must lend them a shoulder to lean against. I maybe not strong enough to fight for them, maybe not smart enough to speak for them, maybe not having money to buy them happiness… but I know I can do this. I can agree with them, believe them, and know they are telling the truth while the whole world can call them liars.
Penan girls from Bario