A PRAYER FOR THE RESURRECTION OF THE RIGHTS OF MODERN MEN

In April 1920 in New York, the eminent Dutch poet Louis Couperus wrote in a foreword to the Kartini letters about the mystery of Java: “There was a quiet strength, “Een Stille Kracht” unperceived by our cold, business-like gaze ……. It was in the bright, silver moonlight when the drooping palm trees trembled in the wind until they seemed to play a symphony so gentle and so complaining that it moved me to my soul. I do not know whether this was poetic imagination ever prone to be supersensitive, or in reality the “Quiet Strength,” hidden in the heart of the East and eternally at war with the spirit of the West. It is certainly true that the Javanese has never been an open book to the Netherlander ……. though they may stand face to face and look into each other’s eyes, it is as though they saw nothing …….

Suddenly a voice was heard from the depths of this unknown land. It rose from behind the high protecting wall that had done its work of subjection and concealment through the ages. It was gentle, like the melodious song of a little bird in a cage—in a costly cage it is true, and surrounded by the tenderest care, but still in a cage that was also a prison. It was the voice of Raden Adjeng Kartini, which sounded above the walls of the close-barred Kaboepaten. It was like the cry of a little bird that wanted to spread its wings free in the air, and fly towards life. And the sound grew fuller and clearer, till it became the rich voice of a woman.

She was shut in by aristocratic traditions and living virtually imprisoned as became a young “princess” of Java; but she sang of her longing for life and work and her voice rose clearer and stronger. It penetrated to the distant Netherlands, and was heard there with wonder and with delight. She was singing a new song, the first complaint that had ever gone forth from the mysterious hidden life of the Javanese woman. With all the energy of her body and soul she wanted to be free, to work and to live and to love.

Then the complaint became a song of rejoicing. For she not only longed to lead the new life of the modern woman, but she had the strength to accomplish it, and more than that, to win the sympathy of her family and of her friends for her ideals. This little “princess” lifted the concealing veil from her daily life and not only her life, her thoughts were revealed. An Oriental woman had dared to fight for feminism, even against her tenderly loved parents. For although her father and mother were enlightened for noble Javanese, they had at first strongly opposed her ideas as unheard of innovations …….

Raden Adjeng Kartini freed herself from the narrow oppression of tradition, and the simple language of these letters chants a paean “From Darkness into Light.”[2] The mist of obscurity is cleared away from her land and her people. The Javanese soul is shown as simple, gentle, and less hostile than we Westerners had ever dared to hope. For the soul of this girl was one with the soul of her people, and it is through her that a new confidence has grown up between the West and the East, between the Netherlands and Java. The mysterious “Quiet Strength” is brought into the light, it is tender, human and full of love, and Holland may well be grateful to the hand that revealed it.

Today, Easter Sunday, I pray that the West can open its eyes to the Kartiniist glories which this website celebrates. These are glories which I believe the West and in particular Western feminism and suffering Western men badly need.

Some background:

The first wave of feminism, of which Kartini was a part, tackled the problem of liberating women from conditions like servitude. The second wave of feminism moved towards more equality and empowered women to much b=greater freedom in how they expressed and conducted themselves.

I have witnessed the third wave of feminism eliminate nearly all inequality disadvantageous to women. But huge parts of the third wave have also degraded mothers and hated men and elevated often dubious female victimhood to an article of faith.

I pray to Almighty God, the partner of Mother Earth in giving us this human home, that a fourth wave can restore a Kartiniist moral purity, free of disrepect for mothers, free of hatred of men and free from an over reliance of victimhood that poisons gender relations in the West now.

Raden Ajeng Kartini described human existence thus on August 17, 1902: “……. hoping, despairing, suffering and rejoicing, weeping and laughing; that is life.”

Lord God, let her inclusive, realist vision spread and prosper in the modern world,

Let it help resurrect the rights of men.

Geoff Fox, Easter Sunday, 2026, Melbourne and Ardeer, Australia

THREE SISTERS OF SOCIAL INNOVATION

R.A. Kartini is an Indonesian national hero for pioneering choice in marriage for women and and education for girls.

She acheived what she acheived in part because of the support of two similar aged sisters and in part because of a deep respect for the culture she was changing:

Shee wrote this on March 29, 1902 about herself and those two sisters:

we three had grown to be one in thought and in feeling.

We have broken with many traditions, and can do what others cannot, on account of the unusual freedom of our bringing up; and now we are working to break tradition still further.

No Javanese girl must be seen before her marriage; she must remain in the background, usually in her own chamber; and in December we were at Semarang with sister, and she went openly into the shops to buy some things which she wanted.

A Javanese girl receives no good wishes upon her engagement; the subject is not mentioned before her; still less does she mention it herself. She acts just as though she knew nothing of it. I should like to have read the hearts of our fellow countrywomen when they heard sister speak openly and freely of her coming marriage.

A day or two before the wedding, we commemorated our dead. That is our custom: in the midst of joy we always invoke the memory of our dead.

Sister sat with crossed legs before the gold shining kwade, motionless as an image of Buddha, between the gravely dressed, solemn-looking wives of the native dignitaries, equal in rank to her husband.

Young girls ought not to have dressed her alone, but we did it just the same. We thought that it was entirely too stupid for us not to be allowed to touch sister in her bridal toilet.

….. when superstition is cast off, we do not want the poetry to be trampled under foot.

There is so much that is lovable in my people, such charm in their simple naive beliefs. It may sound strange, but it is, nevertheless, a fact, that you Europeans have taught me to love my own land and people. Instead of estranging us from our native land, our European education has brought us nearer to it; has opened our hearts to its beauties, and also to the needs of our people and to their weaknesses.”

Geoff Fox, March 29, 2026, West Footscray,

KARTINIIST BOOKS #1 – “11 WORDS FOR LOVE”


In my opinion, the picture book “11 Words For Love” written by Randa Abdel-Fattah and illustrated by Maxine Beneba Clarke is profoundly Kartiniist.

As I see it, the book defines the single most important non-physical ingredient for personal health and social cohesion in family terms which kids and therefore hopefully everybody should be able to understand.

That is what Kartini dedicated her life to doing. That’s what made her a national hero revered in the fourth biggest country in the world, Austraia’s near neighbour, the Republic Of Indonesia.

I believe “11 Words For Love” is a great book. It addresses what Australia (a.k.a. Terra Nullius) desperately needs and has needed for a long time – a social order that begins with love.

Sadly, modern Australia does not  really know what to do with such an idea.

Australia can pretend to love, but was founded on the denial of the existence and rights of others through the concept Terra Nullius.

Here are some discursive thoughts, from me,  on 2 of the 11 words. I hope these ideas help to explain why I find “11 Words For Love”  so wonderfully Kartiniist.

“Al Hob” (The Love) is connected to the word “Habibi” (“my love”, “my dear” or “my darling”) It can be a person’s name in the form Habibie. I regard President BJ Habibie (pictured above with his beloved mum Raden Ayu Tuti Marini Puspowardojo) as Indonesia’s most exciting quick achiever president ever. He gave East Timor more generous terms for a vote on independence than those proposed to Habibie by Australian Prime Minister John Howard. Habibie also established freedom of the press and set many political prisoners free. These were all truly outstanding acts of love.

“Al Wud” is closely related to the word “Wadud” which is  name for God meaning “loving one” and also the name of American born Islamic theologian Amina Wadud who now lives in Yogyakarta in Indonesia and has written, “Those who truly believe in the Quran would equally wish for the woman the opportunities and growth and productivity which they demand for the man.”

I love the way Randa and Maxine have introduced profoundly important concepts from the rich and beautiful Arabic langiage into English literature.

Geoff Fox, March 24th, 2026, West Footscray, Australia

The Joy Of Motherhood

Raden Ajeng Kartini was a first wave feminist and is a national hero in Indonesia.

The pillars of her feminism were:

A. Family. This included deep love and respect for her father and husband.

B. What women are as mothers.

C. Education where teachers strive to be like mothers to their students.

D. Pride in her own people and culture.

If only modern feminists could be more Kartiniist.

I believe that is what a true fourth wave of feminism needs to aim for: no
more misandry and no more marginalisation of mums.

Like Kartini when she wrote with pride of having new life inside her:

Rembang, March 6th, 1904.

My Own Dearest Moedertje:

I wish that I could throw my arms around your neck, I long from my soul to tell you of my great joy, to make you a sharer in our splendid secret. A great, sweet happiness awaits me. If Gods so wills it, toward the end of September, there will come one sent from heaven to make our beautiful life still more beautiful, to draw the bond closer and tighter that already binds us together. Mother, my mother, think of the little soul that will be born from our two souls to call me mother.

Can you picture it? I a mother! I shall make you, old Moedertje, I shall make you a grandmother! Will you come later on to see your grandchild? I shall not be able now to go to Batavia. Our plan was first to go on a journey this month, to take a month’s holiday. Now we must give up the idea. I am not able to travel, and when our little one is here, then, too, I may not travel. So I shall see Batavia no more, at least while you are there. And what would it be worth to me without you and Mijnheer? My husband is so glowingly happy because of this new life which I carry under my heart. That alone was wanting to our happiness.”

(A letter to her friend in Holland written 101 years ago today by Javanese Princess and Indonesian national hero, Raden Ajeng Kartini.)

Kartiniism.

Could this be Indonesia’s great gift to the world?

Geoff Fox, 6th March, 2025, Melbourne, Australia