The Look of Silence Page #2

I can't sleep when he hugs me,

so I kick him, and leaves me alone.

Every night, we're load

our quota onto a truck...

and drive to Snake River.

Leaders of the village death squad

Amir Hasan and Inong

The truck would stop here.

We'd pull our prisoners

off the truck...

and drag them 100 meters downstream.

Some screamed. Some cried.

Some begged for mercy.

We already beat them on the truck...

so they couldn't run away

once they got here.

This road was packed

with Komando Aksi members.

But it was night!

And outsiders weren't allowed in.

Only us.

Each district would take turns.

For example,

let's say you're a victim,

You have no strength left...

- Because we beat you.

- I'm limp.

Please squat, sir.

- Now start to beg...

- But I'd be sitting, not squatting.

They drag me by the legs...

- But I'm not wearing clothes.

- No clothes.

Only underwear.

- How as he pulled?

- Like this!

He would be lying down.

His hands would be tied.

"Drag him!

To the riverbank!"

He's totally helpless now.

It's pretty.

It smells lovely!

it smells lovely...

but it's subtle.

So this is the place?

They brought us out here,

and took us that way.

Survivor from Snake River

Kemat.

- Were you lined up?

- Yes, single line.

Were people watching like this?

No! People were too scared to watch.

- No one came out?

- No way.

No one dared.

Is this where Ramli realized

he would be killed?

Yes, he creamed for help..

He screamed,

"They're going to kill us?"

He kept shouting,

"They're going to kill us all."

- Where did you scape?

- By that house.

I could hear screaming

and gunshots.

Bang! bang! bang!

So this is where Ramli

was hacked up.

And this man jumped from the truck...

and escaped into the plantation.

How do you feel

coming back here?

The past is past. I've accepted it.

I don't want to remember.

It's just asking for trouble.

It's covered up.

Why open it again?

The wound has healed.

Is there a path down to the river?

So we dragged them down this hill.

If they didn't want to be dragged,

we threw them.

Like this...

It's slippery.

Now we're safe.

"Help! Mercy!"

We'd drag them.

Some of them screamed.

"Please, sir! Have mercy!"

- But we don't care...

- "Help, please!"

In fact, we beat him again

to shut him up,

because his screams

could frighten my men.

Please don't kill me!"

But we keep pulling him...

There's another man

pulling me from behind.

From here, can the prisoners

see the blood?

Yes.

Yes, because the place

was lit by torches.

- So you know you're about to be killed?

- Yes.

You can see the other's blood?

- Yes, he knows.

- Because others went first.

So he's given up hope.

"I'm about to die" he's thinking.

"I'd better accept it".

This is the spot.

There were boards here.

There was a pier.

I'd walk out there...

Like this.

Some were lying down...

Others were bent over.

The executioner comes and hacks...

Hacks through my neck..

- The blood!

- Blood sprays everywhere.

After my head's cut off,

I'm kicked into the river.

- Kicked that way. He floats...

- So does my head.

His body bobs up and down

Slowly...

My old body...

is heavy now.

May peace be upon...

those who rest here.

My name is Kemat.

I'm here with a friend.

May God have mercy on us all.

May God bless...

everyone resting here,

my friends,

and family.

It is up to God,

to punish those who hurt,

our friends,

and families.

It is not for us to punish.

Oh God, grant us peace.

Inong

Leader of the village death squad

- How old are you?

- 72. Almost a century.

My ID card is now for life.

No need to renew it.

- Excuse me.

- Go ahead.

How did you meet Joshua?

He came here seven years ago.

Your left eye is covered.

so we're testing your right eye.

Look in the distance.

- Is it sharper?

- It's sharper.

Are your neighbors afraid of you?

Most people here were communists.

They know...

they're powerless against me.

Because I'm part of a mass movement.

Even if most people here

were communists farmers...

they're scared of me.

- So people here, are afraid of you.

- Yes.

Is this better?

Yes.

If we didn't drink human blood,

we'd go crazy.

Many went crazy.

Is this more clear?

No, it's the same.

- How about this?

- A bit blurry.

Tell me about people going crazy.

Some killed so many people,

they went crazy.

One man climbed a palm tree,

each morning.

to do the call prayer.

He killed too many people...

There's only one way to avoid it:

drink your victim's blood,

or go crazy.

But if you drink blood,

you can do anything!

- How do you feel...

- Both salty and sweet...

Human blood.

- Excuse me?

- Human blood is salty and sweet.

I know from experience...

if you cut off a woman's breast,

it looks like a coconut milk filter.

Full of holes.

There was a communists woman.

She lived with her brother,

but he wasn't communist.

He didn't want to kill his own sister,

so he sent her to me.

- So you...

- Yes, he sent her to me.

Did you cut your victims more than once?

No, only once!

You must not cut humans twice.

Then, why...

did you cut off

the woman's breast?

Why not?

You cut off her breast.

- And then?

- Her throat.

- That's twice.

- It doesn't matter.

If they're

bad people, you can hack them up..

- Who were the communists?

- The Indonesian Communist Party.

You said...

Communist Party members

had no religion.

They had sex with each other's wives.

So people say.

- That's only a rumor.

- They said it themselves!

When we interrogated them.

- But Islam doesn't teach killing.

- No, it doesn't.

Muhammad never killed anyone.

He was against killing.

But you're allowed

to kill your enemies.

So you...

Why are you asking these questions?

are you trying to make me angry?

I know what you're doing.

Your questions are to deep.

I don't like deep questions!

I can cancel this!

I don't mind.

You ask much deeper questions

than Joshua ever asked..

I don't like it.

I don't like talking about politics.

- You keep talking about politics!

- I know nothing about politics.

You say that,

but your questions are political!

And I have no more time.

I'm going to the mosque.

I see.

Okay. I will make you glasses.

I know your prescription.

- I'll choose frames that suit you.

- Thank you.

Please make them for reading.

How do you see these events?

It's over.

Everything is safe now.

The past is past.

Luckily I drank blood.

If not, I'd be crazy,

calling to prayer from trees.

But something disturbs me.

I'm not here to harm you...

but to reveal...

the true history.

All this time, history

has been distorted.

The people you killed had no religion.

It's a lie.

It's only propaganda,

to give religious people like you

an excuse to kill.

"Communists have sex with each other's wives"...

It's a lie.

It's propaganda!

But you're talking politics again!

It's bad!

Joshua, stop filming!

Why do you always talk about politics?

Always politics!

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