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Monday, February 11, 2013

Monyet


There are monkeys di mana-mana here.  They are pets, in the trees of the city, caged in the pasar, for sale at the pasar binatang for around $30, and roaming the streets performing for petty cash.  Several times I have been woken up by my siblings to go watch a monkey doing flips, or riding a motorcycle, or doing sholat (Islamic prayer) in the streets.  Or the worst is the monkey that wears a mask and plays a dischordant mini-guitar.  It's just about the creepiest thing I've ever seen.
Indonesian Muslims don't believe that animals have souls and that they were put on earth by Allah to serve and feed humans, so animal rights aren't really respected here.  Muslims believe that being kind to animals scores points for the afterlife, but it is not a major requirement.
Thus these monkeys are kept in chains and tiny cages.  People encourage them to smoke cigarettes because they think it's funny.  I hate watching the monkeys dance in front of my house because they obviously hate their abusive masters and have lost the spark of life in their eyes.


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