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,

KIND-HEARTED KARTINI and CLIMATE CHANGES

Devastating climate change has been a part of God’s creation for a long time.

On January 17, 1903, (normally the wet season) Raden Ajeng Kartini wrote this to her friend in Holland about an unseasonal drought in Java:

“For three longs weeks not a drop of rain has fallen. It is boiling hot as it has never been before, even in the dryest Oostmoesson.

Father is in despair; the young rice in the fields is turning brown, Oh, our poor people! So far they have had enough to eat here and they do not know the most frightful of all calamities which a land can suffer—Famine. But what has not been, may be; and this great drought in the time of the wet season presages anything but good. What will happen if it keeps up? For several mornings the wind has blown as it usually does first in May. Has the turning point been reached, has the dry season begun?

It is frightful, every one looks on helpless. It is hard to see everything that has been sown and planted turn brown and die, without being able to turn a finger to help it, and the great heat harasses the body too; one feels dull and listless.

What do you think of such a complaint from a child of the sun? Oh, how frightful for the people who are working out in the fields, if for us in here it is so scalding hot, and this is the wet season (Westmoesson). Do not be chary with your cold; could you not spare a little of it? You may take as much of our warmth as you wish.”

Here is my attempt to write lyrical musings from the above:

“The Child Of The Sun

Take our heat, old Holland, and let us keep some of your cold.

Our people must eat,
But our crops are all dead
In a drought my heart dreads.
So let us get some of your cold.”

Geoff Fox, January 17, 2025, Australia