Surat Tantangan Buat Presiden SBY

Bosan akan tontonan yang monoton pada sebagian besar stasiun televisi swasta pada Senin malam 6 Oktober lalu, saya memutuskan berganti ke kanal Metro TV. Seketika adrenalin saya terpacu begitu melihat tiga sosok yang sedang ditampilkan secara eksklusif dalam sebuah acara; Imam Samudra, Ali Gufron, dan Amrozi – mereka yang namanya telah menjadi kata sifat tercela serupa dengan keji, bengis, dan teroris.

Bukan kali itu saja perut saya mendadak mual bila memandang wajah dan kelakuan mereka tetapi kali ini gejala yang sama disertai perasaan benci nan geram. Apa pasal? Sebab datanglah keputusan Jaksa Agung yang menyatakan bahwa eksekusi hukuman mati mereka kembali ditangguhkan. Ini berarti setidaknya kerugian paling kecil yang ditimbulkan adalah negara harus mengeluarkan tambahan biaya untuk memperpanjang hidup para pemelihara-janggut-tak-terawat-bak-kambing itu.

Apakah ini tanda kemajuan dari sebuah negara yang amat sangat menjunjung tinggi hak asasi manusia ataukah sebuah tanda kelemahan dari pemerintah yang takut akan keberingasan sekelompok kaum fanatik agama? Karena ternyata beberapa keputusan yang dikeluarkan pemerintah sepertinya dipengaruhi oleh aksi kelompok itu. Ambil saja contoh reaksi keputusan pemerintah terhadap Ahmadiyah yang baru keluar seiring tuntutan komandan lapangan FPI Munarwan terkait aksi kekerasan di lapangan Monas beberapa waktu lalu.

Dan apa yang paling membuat saya geram tidak karuan ketika menonton acara tersebut ialah komentar-komentar mereka yang menurut saya tidak sepatutnya dicuplik dan diperdengarkan dalam sebuah siaran nasional. Hanyalah pertimbangan bahwa pers telah berhasil dalam misinya mengungkapkan kepada pemirsa betapa arogan dan naifnya pemikiran yang diusung oleh ketiga saudara itu yang memaklumkan saya.

Dalam sebuah kesempatan Ali G****n mengatakan, mereka tidak menerima eksekusi yang dijatuhkan karena keputusan itu diberikan bukan berdasarkan hukum syariat namun hukum tholud alias hukum kafir! (Secara eksplisit si Ali juga mengatakan kalau konstitusi yang kita anut adalah hukum kafir!). Kalaupun dihukum mereka hanya menerima dihukum menurut syariat Islam.

Maafkan saya jika saya tidak bisa menahannya lagi dan harus mengungkapkannya secara emosional, tetapi “DIMANA PEMERINTAH YANG SEHARUSNYA MEMBELA PANCASILA? Jelas-jelas ini adalah sebuah pengkhianatan terhadap Pancasila. Ini adalah G30S/PKI model baru dalam bungkus agama!”

Kita tidak boleh menganggap komentar ketiga anti-Pancasilais itu sebagai pendapat pribadi belaka. Sebab sudah terbukti di pengadilan bahwa mereka merupakan bagian dari sebuah gerakan. Dan jika seekor gagak berteriak “Koak!” pastilah sekelompok burung gagak juga berteriak “Koak!”. Maka patutlah kita menyeret Ali, Amrozi, Imam dan seluruh gerakannya beserta semua mereka yang setia mendukungnya untuk diadili di hadapan Garuda Pancasila.

Kita (masih) bisa menerima tragedi bom Bali yang membunuh 200 anak dan tamu bangsa. Kita (harus) menerima lepasnya pulau Sipadan-Ligitan. Kita (terbiasa) menerima praktek korupsi yang merampas kekayaan rakyat. Tetapi kita tidak bisa menerima pengkhianatan terhadap Pancasila sebagai dasar negara kita. Tidak dalam tahun ini, abad ini, maupun 1000 tahun yang akan datang.

Karena mereka yang kehilangan bisa dihibur, pulau yang lepas bisa diperjuangkan kembali, korupsi bisa diberantas, tetapi apakah artinya Indonesia tanpa Pancasila? Ia akan seperti bumi tanpa matahari.

Tidak perlu menjadi seorang ahli ilmu pemerintahan untuk mengetahui apa saja tugas dan tanggung jawab pemerintah. Menurut akal pikiran logis yang diajarkan guru-guru saya mengenai wawasan kebangsaan, merupakan kewajiban seluruh warganegara Indonesia untuk mengamalkan, menjaga wibawa, dan melestarikan nilai-nilai Pancasila dalam kehidupan berbangsa dan bernegara. Terlebih-lebih hal itu ditujukan bagi pemerintah.

Tulisan ini adalah sebuah surat tantangan kepada presiden terpilih Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono mengingat kedudukan beliau sebagai mandataris MPR. Sebab sebagaimana diamanatkan oleh undang-undang bahwa seorang presiden sebelum menjalankan tugas dan fungsinya mengucapkan sebuah sumpah yang salah satu isinya berjanji untuk melindungi Pancasila dan konstitusi yang berlaku.

Tetapi bukan saya yang mengajukan tantangan – manakala mengharapkan publisitas yang meniupkan ketenaran – melainkan Amrozi dkk, beserta gerakannya yang kita musuhi bersama, sedang menikmati angin sembari menertawakan Pancasila. Janganlah biarkan orang berjanggut itu turun ke dunia orang mati dengan selamat!

Love Celebration

St. Valentine of the unknown,
may he rests in silent, grace and peace.
I will still love you even in the darkest morn’,
believe me honey, U’re the reason I wrote this.

Pause. Step on a brake. Cooling down. Catch a breath.
None of them works. Still exhausted.
Then I see you, soundly sleeping like a log.
Anybody, please turn off the clock!

Best quotations from V For Vendetta (2005)

V: [V enters Evey's field of vision as she walks into the Shadow Gallery, directly from the prison] Hello, Evey.
Evey Hammond: You. It was you.
V: [quietly] Yeah.
Evey Hammond: [gestures behind her] That wasn’t real… Is Gordon – ?
V: I’m sorry, but Mr. Deitrich’s dead. I thought they’d arrest him, but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
Evey Hammond: [whispers] Oh God…
V: Fortunately, I got to you before they did.
Evey Hammond: You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?
V: You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there’d been an easier way, but there wasn’t.
[Evey whispers, "Oh my God...?]
V: I know you may never forgive me… but nor will you understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day I wanted to end it, but each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn’t.
Evey Hammond: You’re *sick*! You’re *evil*!
V: *You* could’ve ended it, Evey, you could’ve given in. But you didn’t. Why?
Evey Hammond: Leave me alone! I *hate* you!
V: That’s it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I’d die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me… just as it happened to you.
Evey Hammond: Shut up! I *don’t* want to hear your lies!
V: Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
Evey Hammond: No.
V: What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.
Evey Hammond: I can’t feel *anything* anymore!
V: Don’t run from it, Evey. You’ve been running all your life.
Evey Hammond: [gasps] I can’t… can’t breathe. Asthma… asthma! When I was little…
[V reaches out his hand, Evey grabs it, they fall to the ground together]
V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it.
[Evey continues sobbing]
V: They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you.
[Evey groans]
V: They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn’t you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn’t, was it?
[Evey sobs, "Oh please...?]
V: You found something else. In that cell you found something that mattered more to you than life. It was when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted… you told them you’d rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still.
[Evey continues gasping]
V: Try to feel now what you felt then.
Evey Hammond: [breathes heavily] Oh God… I felt…
V: Yes?
Evey Hammond: I’m dizzy. I need air. Please, I need to be outside.
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V: I told you, only truth. For 20 years, I sought only this day. Nothing else existed… until I saw you. Then everything changed. I fell in love with you Evey. And to think I no longer believed I could.
Evey Hammond: But I don’t want you to die.
V: That’s the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.
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Evey Hammond: Are you a Muslim?
Gordon Deitrich: No. I’m in television.
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V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I’m Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don’t believe in coincidences.
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Evey Hammond: Are you like a… crazy person?
V: I’m quite sure they will say so.
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Interrogator: I am instructed to inform you that you have been convicted by special tribunal and that unless you are ready to offer your cooperation you are to be executed. Do you understand what I’m telling you?
Evey Hammond: Yes.
Interrogator: Are you ready to cooperate?
Evey Hammond: No.
Interrogator: Very well. Escort Ms. Hammond back to her cell. Arrange a detail of six men and take her out behind the chemical shed and shoot her.
Guard: It’s time.
Evey Hammond: I’m ready.
Guard: Look all they want is one little piece of information, just give them something, anything.
Evey Hammond: Thank you, but I’d rather die behind the chemical sheds.
Guard: Then you have no fear any more. You’re completely free.
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V: [as "The Count of Monte Cristo" ends] Did you like it?
Evey Hammond: Yeah. But it made me feel sorry for Mercedes.
V: Why?
Evey Hammond: Because he cared more about revenge than he did about her.
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elia Surridge: Oppenheimer was able to change more than the course of a war. He changed the entire course of human history. Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope?
V: I have not come for what you hoped to do. I’ve come for what you did.
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Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
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V: It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that is sadly no longer remembered, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead. Tell me Evey, do you know what day it is?
Evey Hammond: Um, November the 4th.
V: [midnight church bells ring] Not anymore. Remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
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Evey Hammond: [after V leads Evey up to an empty rooftop, promising her an orchestra] I don’t see any instruments.
V: Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.
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Valerie: I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how “different” became dangerous. I still don’t understand it, why they hate us so much.
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Valerie: It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.
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Finch: Why are you doing this?
Evey Hammond: Because he was right.
Finch: About what?
Evey Hammond: That the world needs more than just a building right now. It needs hope.
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Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot… But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I’ve witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I’ve seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them… but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love… And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man… A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
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Evey Hammond: [watching a news report about Prothero's death] V, yesterday I couldn’t find my ID. You didn’t take it, did you?
V: Would you prefer a lie or the truth?
Evey Hammond: Did you have anything to do with… that?
V: Yes, I killed him.
Evey Hammond: You…? Oh god.
V: You’re upset.
Evey Hammond: I’m upset? You just said you killed Lewis Prothero!
V: I might have killed the fingerman who attacked you, but I heard no objection then.
Evey Hammond: What?
V: Violence can be used for good.
Evey Hammond: What are you talking about?
V: Justice.
Evey Hammond: Oh. And are you going to kill more people?
V: Yes.
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Evey Hammond: [reads] Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
V: [translates] By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
Evey Hammond: Personal motto?
V: From “Faust”.
Evey Hammond: That’s about trying to cheat the devil, isn’t it?
V: It is.
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Delia Surridge: [V gives her a rose] Are you going to kill me now?
V: I killed you 10 minutes ago.
[shows her hypodermic needle]
V: While you slept.
Delia Surridge: Is there any pain?
V: No.
Delia Surridge: Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize?
V: Never.
Delia Surridge: I’m so sorry.
[dies]
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Evey Hammond: [takes a bite of the breakfast V cooked] It’s delicious! God, I haven’t had real butter since I was a little girl! Where did you get it?
V: A government supply train on its way to Chancellor Sutler.
Evey Hammond: You stole this from Chancellor Sutler?
V: Yes.
Evey Hammond: You’re insane!
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Gordon Deitrich: You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
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V: …A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, blowing up a building can change the world.
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Dominic: What do you think will happen?
Finch: What usually happens when people without guns stand up to people *with* guns.
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V: [Disguised as William Rookwood, meeting with Inspector Finch] Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young up-and-coming politician. He’s a deeply religious man and a member of the conservative party. He is completely single-minded convictions and has no regard for the political process. Eventually, his party launches a special project in the name of ‘national security’. At first, it is believed to be a search for biological weapons and it is pursued regardless of its cost. However, the true goal of the project is power, complete and total hegemonic domination. The project, however, ends violently… but the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage war is born from the blood of one of their victims. Imagine a virus – the most terrifying virus you can, and then imagine that you and you alone have the cure. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon? It is at this point in our story that along comes a spider. He is a man seemingly without a conscience; for whom the ends always justify the means and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country but rather the country itself. Three targets are chosen to maximize the effect of the attack: a school, a tube station, and a water-treatment plant. Several hundred die within the first few weeks. Until at last the true goal comes into view. Before the St. Mary’s crisis, no one would have predicted the outcome of the elections. No one. But after the election, lo and behold, a miracle. Some believed that it was the work of God himself, but it was a pharmaceutical company controlled by certain party members made them all obscenely rich. But the true genius of the plan was the fear. A year later, several extremeists are tried, found guilty, and executed while a memorial is builterected to canonize their victims. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government. And through it our politician was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor. The rest, as they say, is history.
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Creedy: [V has just made a deal with Creedy] Why should I trust you?
V: Because it’s the only way you’re ever going to stop me!
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[last lines]
Evey Hammond: No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
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V: [Quoting Macbeth from Macbeth Act I Scene 7] I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
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V: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.
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[after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V]
Creedy: Die! Die! Why won’t you die?… Why won’t you die?
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
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Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
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Lilliman: Oh please, have mercy!
V: Oh, not tonight Bishop… not tonight!
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V: There’s no certainty – only opportunity.
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Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would’ve liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up.
V: A man after my own heart.
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V: Would you… dance with me?
Evey Hammond: Now? On the eve of your revolution?
V: A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!
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V: Wait! Here comes the crescendo!
[explosion and fireworks go off]
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V: There are no coincidences, Delia… only the illusion of coincidence.
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V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
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Sutler: I want this country to realize that we stand on the edge of oblivion. I want everyone to remember *why* they need us!
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Finch: If our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost a hundred thousand people… would you really want to know?
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Sutler: What we need right now is a clear message to the people of this country. This message must be read in every newspaper, heard on every radio, seen on every television… I want *everyone* to *remember*, why they *need* us!
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Evey Hammond: Where did you get all this stuff?
V: Oh, here and there, mostly from the Ministry of Objectionable Materials.
Evey Hammond: You stole them?
V: Oh, heavens, no. Stealing implies ownership. You can’t steal from the censor; I merely reclaimed them.
Evey Hammond: God, if they ever find this place…
V: I suspect if they do find this place, a few bits of art will be the least of my worries.
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