1.Do not say something happened; do not say nothinghappened. You visit the museum at Lubang Buayawhere your government decided: everythingthat has to, will happen, in its own time. Everythingthat had to, was there, since the beginning of time."This is what happened." An undisputed argument.You circle the outside first, the lawn and garden. You seethe command post, the torturing verandah, the public kitchen,and the well of death—from which the crocodile's pitearned its name. This is the house the rebels used to plotthe kidnapping of your generals. This is the verandahthe rebels used to arrest and torture your generals.This is the kitchen where the women prepared mealsfor the rebels. And this is the well where the rebels dumpedyour generals' bodies. Each site is filled with dummies.The rebels: faces full of bloodlust. The generals: helpless,stripped to briefs and bare chests. Each figure frozenin time, forever remembered in fervor or fear. At the topof the stairs, statues of the seven generals remain,and on top of them stands the giant Garuda,its wings spread, its chest donning the Pancasila shield,its tridactyl feet resting on a scroll inscribed with the nationalmotto: Bhinneka Tunggal Ika, Unity in Diversity. 2.You enter the museum, a static voice recorder on loopgreets you, its age probably twice yours.The corridors are dim and cold, they showcasethe dioramas of communists, one next to another. Eachwith a plaque explaining what they did, where,when (but never why). Small figurines of mentorturing or killing other men in fields and streets,while brown tropical trees, clear sky, and white colonialhouses decorate the scene. The said killers look similarto their larger counterparts outside, furious, bloodthirsty,ready to kill. After reaching the upper floor and crossingthe skywalk, you enter the next building, where the dioramasgrow large again. You read a sign that says: The threatagainst the ideology of Pancasila is a matter of survivalto the nation and state of Indonesia. The museum is builtas one of the means to remind people of Indonesiathat there is a danger of latent communism. Behind eachglass is a room depicting how your generals were kidnappedfrom their homes, still in their nightwear and sandals. Thisis what Gestapu means, the kidnappings and subsequent murdersof your generals. This. Gerakan September Tiga Puluh,the 30th September Movement. This. The killings. 3.The generals, the generals—our revolutionary soldiers.Not the massacre, not the millions murdered in retaliation,not the mass starvations, mass sexual assaults, soldiersshooting the masses, not the religious oratorsadvocating their congregation to kill their infidel neighborsby the masses, not the millions more imprisoned withoutcharge or trial, all cramped in a tight space like chickensin a coop, not the torturing of the masses, not the orphansre-educated and forcibly moved into foster familieswho killed their biological parents, not the riversmassed with bodies, not the mountains and forest turnedinto mass graves, not the masses of political prisonersleft to starve on Buru island, not the masses todayworshipping whiteness and money, becausethe Westerners saved us from Communism, notthe income inequality that continues to sprawl after,not the racial hatred that still soars to this day.You can go on, but you're already at the museum's exit.The exit sign says: Thank you for witnessingthe dioramas regarding this barbarous incident.Do not let something like this happen again.Enough blood and tears have fallen in our Motherland.Therefore, guard and maintain our national unity.Farewell and Merdeka! You exit, the sun greets your skin.