| Subject: AAP: Forgiveness In East Timor's
Villages
AAP News September 10, 2002
By Sharon Labi
FATUK-HUN, EastTimor, AAP - The red juice of the betel nut stains her
teeth and runs down her chin, settling in the cracks of her lips and the
wrinkles of her weathered face. Maria Jose Barrato has no idea how old she
is; her guess is at least 80, and it shows. Her tiny frame, hunched back,
deep-lined face and stringy white hair are constant reminders of decades
exposed to war, murder, rape and abuse at the hands of East Timor's
aggressors. She says chewing betel nut keeps her teeth in place and her
mouth fresh. Never mind that she has just a handful of rotting,
discoloured teeth, barely enough to eat with. But then again, there's not
much food to go round. Barrato lives in the village of Fatuk-hun, where
she has defied East Timor's pitiful life expectancy of about 50. Here
there is no electricity, no running water, and a lack of nutritious food.
Homes have been destroyed twice in recent years, torched by the militia
who destroyed everything in sight. But the children play happily,
oblivious to their itchy heads and running noses. They line up in single
file and wait patiently for their guests to help themselves to lunch and a
dessert of green pancakes filled with shredded coconut and honey before
eating themselves. Barrato is the village elder in Fatuk-hun, just 28km
from East Timor's capital Dili, yet well over an hour's drive away because
of the narrow, pot-holed roads. Burnt-out buses line the route, and huts
along the way still display faded posters with pictures of their hero,
independence leader Xanana Gusmao, now East Timor's president. Vota Xanana,
they urge. But there is also tranquility. Buzzing dragon flies flit among
the branches of the pretty pink bougainvillea trees, and children line the
sides of roads selling bottles of water, bunches of bananas and firewood.
As a child, Barrato played in the coffee plantations and worked the
fields with her parents. One of the old generation who still speaks
Portuguese rather than one of the 37 East Timorese dialects, Barrato says
her childhood was filled with struggle and hardship. "The Portuguese
came into the village, they stole our sacred items and dumped them into
the sea," she says.
Ask her about the Indonesians and she turns her back and raises her
hand to cover her face, a gesture of scorn for those who murdered her
loved ones. But still she won't express hatred. Hatred is too harsh and
the East Timorese, who are devout Catholics, are the forgiving type.
"The Indonesians were much worse than the Portuguese. They burnt
our houses, there were killings and they stole goods from people,"
Barrato says. "They murdered many members of my family." When
the Indonesians invaded East Timor in 1975 and later rampaged through
Fatuk-hun, murdering Barrato's parents, brothers and sisters, she fled
until she found a hole in the ground beside a large tree. There she hid,
catching sleep among the snakes as the sound of gunfire and bombs came
closer to her hideout.
She fled again and eventually found a cave which was to become her
home. She guesses she spent a few years hiding inside before deeming it
safe to return to her village. "I've seen a lot of prisoners, it's
been a waste of human life," Barrato says. "My son was saying I
shouldn't talk like that, shouldn't criticise the Portuguese and
Indonesians like that. But I tell him to shut his mouth because I've
earned the right to talk." When she can muster the energy, she visits
the Santa Cruz cemetery in Dili - the scene of the 1991 Dili massacre and
the place where her family is buried. There she kneels on their crumbling
tombstones and prays. Her story is common in East Timor.
There are few families who have not experienced murder and rape and
theft at the hands of the Portuguese, Indonesians and, more recently, the
Indonesian-backed militia. In this village of 55 families, there is hope
that independence earlier this year will bring a better life, but many say
it hasn't changed much yet. They still grow coffee, rice and cassava. The
average wage in East Timor is $ 120 a month, but in Fatuk-hun many
families survive on between $ 550 and $ 920 a year.
And with no contraception or understanding of it, families are
producing, on average, eight to ten children. Distraught at having lost
their homes at the hands of the militia in 1998-99, they won't talk about
living conditions. They won't reveal how many rooms they have, nor how
many children sleep together. There is no high school in Fatuk-hun and
families often send only the brightest of the clan to be educated in Dili.
But when tuition at a private Dili high school costs around $ 18 a month,
plus living expenses, many villagers are forced to forego an education for
their children. But there is some new-found hope in Fatuk-hun. Australian
Margaret Flower, a retired widow from Adelaide, donated about $ 100,000
through aid organisation PLAN Australia to build a pre-school there. Mrs
Flower was in Fatuk-hun to officially open the two-classroom school but,
like the rest of the village, it has no electricity and no running water,
at least for now. It does, however, provide shelter from the scorching sun
for children aged three to seven. There are no blackboards, just wooden
tables and chairs sheltered by a sturdy bamboo structure. Further down the
rocky slope is the primary school. With no trained teachers, children are
not yet learning to read and write. But that is about to change, with Mrs
Flower due to provide another donation through PLAN for teacher training.
One little girl, three-year-old Nyly, says she wants to be a teacher
when she is older. Most kids offer the same answer because they know no
other professions. Farm life has been their world. Nyly walks to and from
school each day by herself, something most parents of a three-year-old
would never risk in western countries. In almost a whisper she says in her
native East Timorese dialect of Tetun that she likes to draw, sing and
dance. She has two brothers and two sisters and says her mama spends most
of her time cooking rice. "Dada is a farmer and he makes money to
help us go to school," she says. "He farms coffee and corn and
vegetables."
Pre-school teacher Ermelinda Soares says the school has brought the
village's children together in a safe and happy environment. Soares looks
older than her 28 years, her hectic life consumed with the care of five
children, a husband, a home and a field. She teaches at the school in the
morning and works the field in the afternoon while her farmer husband
travels long distances trying to sell vegetables. "I'm happy because
I'm working. Teaching is good for me because there are no other
jobs," Soares says. She is learning to read and write and teaches the
kids to sing and dance. On pink paper, she draws outlines of flowers and
distributes the few coloured pencils in the classroom so the children can
colour them in. But Soares's responsibilities are a burden. Until recently
a refugee in West Timor, she brings home $ 120 each month in wages through
a PLAN subsidy, but she says there's never enough money for the family to
live on.
Mateus Marques, a 28-year-old cassava farmer, is the community chief.
He speaks briefly of the hardships but says they are not overcome by grief
at the actions of the Indonesian-backed militia. "We try to put the
militia behind us and get on with life," he says. The two biggest
issues facing the village are unemployment and water. Villagers trek for
an hour each way to the nearest river to get water but that provides just
enough for the children. "My dream is to have clean water throughout
the community. If we can get access to water, it will improve our income
because we will be able to plant more things," Marques says. When it
comes to money, much depends on the going price for coffee, the main cash
crop. Villagers were once paid 90 cents a kilo for coffee; last year it
was one fifth of that, leaving already struggling families with greater
financial worries. Marques is married but unlike his fellow villagers, has
no children yet. He says the new pre-school has created a happier and more
optimistic mood in the village and he, like others, volunteers to help
renovate the primary school. Once their two hours of tuition are up for
the day, pre-school children gather with their parents and siblings for a
rare community lunch to thank their Australian donor.
Soares sits on the wooden chair and waits for her eldest child to bring
the youngest of her two babies to be breastfed. It is here that Barrato
approaches Mrs Flower, two years her junior, clasps her hands together and
bows her head slightly in an emotional gesture of gratitude. The old
woman, once known as the Liurai, the elected head of the community,
explains that the new facility will give her grandchildren and great
grandchildren opportunities that she never had. "I had no
opportunities to go to school, I'm illiterate," Barrato says. "I
grew potatoes, coffee, corn, rice. There's a new generation and it will be
educated. I am happy that the children are coming to school so they can
become somebody one day." And she's delighted the school is in the
centre of the village so children don't have to walk long distances on
narrow roads busy with crowded buses and four-wheel drives. There was not
much traffic in her day, Barrato says, and now it scares her. After her
encounter with Barrato, Margaret Flower said she felt immense sadness at
the contrast between their two lives. "I felt terrible because we
have had so much opportunity and so much good food in our lives and she
hasn't," Mrs Flower said. "She would have had a very hard life.
I felt sadness really." * The author visited East Timor courtesy of
PLAN Australia. AAP sal/jc
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