附录Vivian的证词 我叫Vivian，今年18岁。我有一个妹妹和弟弟，住在一栋被认为是安全的公寓。1998年5月14日上午9时15分，一群人闯进我们的公寓，他们喊 着：“我们要杀了华人！我们把猪吃了！”我们住在七楼，三楼的家人告诉我们，那群人已经到了二楼，他们甚至追着住户上来，我们都被吓坏了，只能在恐慌中祈 祷，将一切交给上帝。之后我们离开房间逃到顶楼，完全无法下楼逃走。 我们和一些朋友逃到15楼，赶快进入房里锁紧房门，只听到门外传来踢门的声音，以及一些妇女和女孩的尖叫声，整个房间充满着恐慌。我们了解到他们迟早会进 来，所以我们瑟缩地躲在墙角，我们听到大约10到12岁的女孩的尖叫：“妈•••妈•••妈•••好痛啊！”此时我还不知道她正在被强暴。 大约半小时后，吵杂声渐渐弱了，我们比较不害怕了，于是出去检查看看。我看到的完全无法用语言描述，好多女人倒在地上，有的还只是小孩子。“我的天啊，到 底发生了什么事？”看到眼前恐怖的景象，我们开始尖叫。我妹妹Fenny疯狂的尖叫，紧抓着父亲，我开始哭了。我和一对刚结婚的朋友走下楼，到了十楼听到 有人叫着救命，我们决定下去看看，但是我们看到的是四个男人正在强奸一个二十多岁的女子，她奋力的反抗却被紧紧的压住。我们发现我们随时会有危险，于是赶 快跑回去，但是暴民抓住了Fenny，我们想要救她，却没有办法。那群暴民大概有60个人，他们用撕裂的床罩绑住我、爸爸、妈妈、Fenny、Donny、Dodi叔叔和婶婶，把我们带到房里。Dodi叔叔问他们到底要什么，但是没有人理他。 他们看起来邪恶又野蛮，其中一个粗鲁地抓住Fenny，把她丢掉沙发上，我 马上意识到她的危险，于是大叫。但是一个暴民打了我一个耳光，我爸爸被他们用木棍打昏，我妈妈在Fenny被丢到沙发上时就昏倒了，我只能祈祷灾难不要降 临。Dodi叔叔试着用钱让他们不要施暴，但是没有用。然后有五个人强暴了Fenny，第个在强暴前都念着“Allahu Akbar”，是伊斯兰教的短句，阿拉伯话的意思是“伟大的神”。他们显得残暴而且象野兽一般没有多久，大概有九个人把我拖出去，我看到他们也把Vera 婶婶也拖出来，但是我昏了过去，一切都变成空白。 大约下午5时到6时的时候，我逐渐地恢复意识，我的头部受了伤，身上也一丝不挂，我哭了出来，并且发现我的家人还在。我爸爸抱着我妈妈和弟弟， Dodi叔叔倒在地上而婶婶抱着他痛哭。我感到虚弱而又晕过去。 第二天，我被送到医院，我的爸妈在我身边，我忍着痛问他们：“妈，Fenny 呢？”我妈妈哭了起来，一句话都说不出来，我爸爸忍住泪水，对我苦笑一下。四天之后，我的情况好了点，我的父亲一脸悲伤地告诉我，当时我昏迷了以后，有7个人强暴了我，我父亲则被乱棍殴打，那些暴民重复地强暴着我•••妈妈在一旁伤心地说：“Vivian、Fenny死了。” 我脑中一片混乱，哭了起来：“爸爸，为什么？”我父亲无法回答，他告诉我好好休息，走了出去。我不停地哭，我的人生已经完全没有任何意义了， 一个星期过去了，在我出院之后，才知道事情的整个经过。Fenny在被强暴的时候，不停地反抗，于是那些暴民不断地打她，最后 Fenny的反抗惹火了其中一个暴民，他抓起一把刀子刺进Fenny的肚子，一次又 一次地刺进刺出，最后Fenny全身是血地死了。父亲告诉我，Dodi叔叔也看着自己的太太被强暴，“天啊！为什么会发生这种事？神在哪里？她还活着吗？” 我婶婶现在和她的父母住在一起，她受到严重的惊吓，她的脸上没有血色而且拒绝进食，我和妈妈无时无刻因为这场恶梦而哭泣，我永远忘不了。 Vivian证词的英文原文，原载于悉尼先驱报 My name is Vivian and I am 18 years old. I have a little sister and brother, and we live in what is supposed to be a "secure" apartment. At 9.15am on May 14, a huge crowd had gathered outside. They screamed: "Let's butcher the Chinese! Let's eat pigs! Let's have a party!" We live on the seventh floor and we got a call from a family on the third floor, saying the crowd had reached the second floor. We were all very frightened. We prayed and then we left our room and went upstairs to the top floor, as it was impossible to go down and escape. We got to the 15th floor and were surprised because some of the crowd were coming out of the elevators. We hurried into our friends' room and locked the door tightly. We heard the crowd knock at the other rooms loudly and there were screams from women and girls. Our room was filled with fear. We realised they would come to us, so we spread throughout the room, hiding in the corners. We could hear girls of 10 or 12 years old screaming: "Mommy, mommy ...mom ... mom ... It hurts." I didn't know then that these little girls were being raped. After about half an hour, the noise diminished and we plucked up the courage to go out. The scene was indescribable. A lot of people, some of them young girls, were lying on the floor. "Oh my God, what has happened?" Seeing all of this, we cried and screamed and my little sister Fenny hugged our father hysterically. With our friends, a newly wed couple, we started going downstairs. Reaching the 10th floor, we heard a scream for help. The scream was very clear and we decided to go down. But as we turned, we saw a lot of people. I saw a woman in her twenties being raped by four men. She tried to fight back but she was held down tightly. Realising the danger, we ran as hard as we could. But the mob caught Fenny. We tried to rescue her, but couldn't do anything. There were about 60 of them. They tied us up with ripped sheets - myself, my father, my mother, Fenny, my brother Doni, Uncle Dodi and my Aunt Vera. They led us to a room. Uncle Dodi asked what they wanted, but they did not reply. They looked evil and savage. One of them grabbed Fenny roughly and dragged her to a sofa. I knew she was in great danger and I screamed but one of the mob slapped me in the face. My father, who also screamed, was hit with a piece of wood and he fainted. My mother had fainted when Fenny was dragged to the sofa. I could only pray. Uncle Dodi kept trying to stop them by offering money. His efforts were fruitless. In the end, five people raped Fenny. Before they raped her, they said: "Allahu Akbar" [an Islamic phrase in Arabic meaning "God is great"]. They were ferocious and brutal. Not long after, nine men came to the room and grabbed me and my Aunt Vera. I passed out and everything went blank. I became conscious at around 5 or 6pm. My head hurt and I realised I had no clothes on. I cried and saw my family were still there. My father was hugging my mother and Doni. I also saw Uncle Dodi lying on the floor and Aunt Vera was crying over his body. I fainted again. The next day I was in the Pluit hospital. I asked: "Mom, why Fenny? Mom?" I felt a stinging pain as I said these words. My cheeks were swollen. My mother cried again and couldn't speak, while my father, holding back his tears, managed to smile at me. After four days' treatment, my condition improved. With a sad look, my father told me what had happened. After I fainted, seven people raped me. Repeatedly. Then my father said: "Vivian, Fenny is gone." I was confused and cried out: "Why, Dad?" My father couldn't answer. He told me to rest and went out of the room. I cried over and over again, feeling my life had no meaning any more. A week ago, after I was released from the hospital, I was told. When Fenny was raped, she kept on fighting and so she was repeatedly slapped by her rapists. The last time she fought, Fenny spat at one of them. Offended, he grabbed a knife and stabbed Fenny in the stomach over and over again. She died with blood all over her body. My father told me Uncle Dodi met the same fate, watched by Aunt Vera, who was also raped. "God, why should all of this happen? Where are you, God? Are you still alive?" My Aunt Vera now stays with her parents. She is in shock. Her face is blank and she refuses to eat. Almost every hour, my mother and I cry over these happenings. I can never forget.
驫龘麤靐 发表于 8/7/2018 1:51:48 PM
my god...motherfxxker...these people need to go to hell...
my god...motherfxxker...these people need to go to hell...
鼓动政府收枪，就是脑残吧。
当年卢旺达大屠杀之后，国际社会介入，因为很多杀人者都是青少年，就是一边审判一边教育，怕的就是屠杀一再发生。现在看来是很有成效的，印尼根本没人管。如果印尼华人不能自己立起来，屠杀卷土重来绝对不是很意外的事情。
就是这样的，刽子手们津津乐道当年的壮举，当作人生中的辉煌时刻。令人更难受的是这些人就是你的邻里，每天走过同样的街道，去同样的市场买菜。虽然片子里面的结论是可以预见的，但是镜头直面出来的时候还是令人难受。
有人说过杀手无寸铁的人和杀鸡的区别就是心理上区别而已。突破了那条红线，这两者没区别。谁会为了杀了几只鸡忏悔？说起来很残酷，可惜事实更残酷
一点血性都没有