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Billions of debts towards the Dutch Indo Community has been hidden by the Dutch Government…

Every government has its own way of doing business and so does the Dutch Governent ! It’s most likely known by many of us Indos what’s happening to our omas, opas, parents and ooms and tantes who were born in the DEI, Japanese occupation, the Bersiap, how they were welcomed by the Dutch etc…But did you know that about 82,000 former military people and civilians employed by the Dutch Governent never got paid during the Japanese occupation between 1942-1945…

For decades it’s been a cat and mouse game to claim those funds what belongs to those mentioned above and up to today the Dutch Government owes them €5,7 billion which equals €70,500 per victim if I may describe it like this.

The Dutch Governent refuses to be responsible for this and thinks it’s the responsibility of the Republic of Indonesia.

During the negotiations in 1949 between the Dutch Government and the Republic of Indonesia it has never been stated that the Republic of Indonesia would take over all the debts and is only responsible for the debts that play in the advance of the new Republic. And that being said, it gave the Dutch Government the opportunity to claim that all the debts were not their responsibility and that’s deceit in the first degree…

Until now only 577 of those still alive or their offspring received only €25,000 instead of what they really derserved…

For 350 years the Dutch Government used the fruits of the archipelago and the sweat of its people… 

And FYI before you eat your “brood met muisjes” the Dutch Government is the only country in the world that still hasn’t paid back the overdue debts/salaries from this period of war in the Dutch East Indies…

Isn’t it about time to call ourselves Indos and leave the Dutch out of it, PERIOD ? 

My close friends Griselda Molemans and Anneke van de Casteele deserve all the credit for their hard work at Task Force Indisch Rechtsherstel because without their help those 577 wouldn’t have gotten that little amount of €25,000, little in comparison to €70,500…

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When the younger Indos in SoCal mingle with the older Indos at Avio Anaheim.

It’s another Friday evening in SoCal and I’m about to pick up Victor Van der Geugten and Gerry Lapré, three of us live in the San Fernando Valley about 15 minutes driving East on the 210 towards should I say Indo capital of the US, Pasadena.  Just like Den Haag is the Capital of us Indos in the Netherlands we can all agree that most of our omas, opas, tantes, ooms, mamas and papas have lived there, grew up there, joined kumpulans out there and yes also moved out from there to another region in SoCal or out of state. 

The three of us are on our way to Dutch Club Avio in Anaheim, should we request to change the name into Dutch-Indo Club Avio since there’s both Dutch and Indos hanging out there for decades.  The majority of visitors are our first generation Indos, our omas and opas and moms and dads but what about the generation of Vic, Gerry and myself ? WHY is it that especially this gereration isn’t too much interested to get together once a month or every other month,  just like our opas and omas and moms and pops did and yes, still do ?

Today, Friday 17 November 2017 Jason Schmidt Weymans and our SoCal Indo Band are performing at the Avio and we’re celebrating Francesca Meijer’s birthday so a reason more to have a good handful of younger Indos attending !

It was good to see all of the ooms en tantes but also many of us younger Indos, enjoyed our meal, biefstuk met friet, sla en grown ten and gebakken vis met friet en sla, real Dutch, only thing that was missing was an ice cold glass of Hero Cassis !

Next event has been scheduled for most likely the 3rd Saturday of March 2018, our first SoCal Indo Pasar Malam at Avio, we’ll keep you posted !


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55 Years Ago: The van Halen Family Travel by Boat to America

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Check out this cool side BEGINNER GUITAR HQ and find an article written about Eddie Van Halen in “How to play like famous guitarists”

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What is an Indo and who is an Indo?

We Indo people or Indos, Dutch Indonesians, Indo-Dutch, or Dutch-Indos consist of Europeans, Asians, and persons of mixed European–Asian blood and we Indo people have been part and experienced the colonial culture of the former Dutch East Indies. 

We are Indo’s, not equal, but more different. We are sober and magic. We eat Indonesian food, but also Dutch stew. Some of us are brown with blue eyes; others are blond with black eyes. We are not half Dutch and half Indonesian or whatever you might think. We are something special with our own culture. I do not go along with those who say that we need to adapt to the Dutch or the Indonesian culture; integrate yes, but never assimilate. We are different and ourselves; unique. I am not Dutch or Indonesian. I am an Indo with a particular culture and history. And the Dutch, Indonesians and any other culture must respect that. An Indo culture in all its individuality and uniqueness!  

This post is authored by Ronny Geenen and originally appeared on My Indo World.

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Finding a stem cell donor is hard for ‘Indos’, as they are a rare group. People of mixed Dutch-Indonesian descent hardly occur outside The Netherlands –  there’s only a handful abroad (mostly in the U.S.). Hence the international data bank of stem cell donors has little to offer to them, as stem cells of similar ethnic background – which in many cases offer a better match – are rare where Indos are concerned.

The ‘Indo-factor’ can be complicating in match finding even down to further ‘diluted’ generations, including e.g. U.S. born children with only one Indo-parent, or even their (grand-)children. Hence enriching the donor banks with YOUR profile is of the essence!

So dear Indos, wherever you are: please register at your local/national stem cell donor bank. It’s easy as pie! Click the links for USACanadaAustralieN ZealandS Africa, or Indonesia.

In the end you’re helping your next of kin and yourself: the larger the pool of registered donors, the likelier they’ll find a donor for your own beloved ones, should any of them be so unfortunate as to be struck by this horrible disease.


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Thank  you so much

Jeroen Kramer

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Great read about the difference between Dutch Indo and Indonesian

‘WE ARE INDO DUTCH, NOT Indonesians’: By Anneke van de Casteele

Read the original post in both Dutch and English:

‘We are Indische Nederlanders, not Indonesians!’


Last Tuesday night, February 28, 2017, Dutch D66 democrat party leader Alexander Pechtold was one of the guests on TV talkshow ‘Pauw and Jinek’. We saw him verbally wipe out a competitor in the upcoming Dutch elections, because of his contradictory statements, rightly so. However, we also heard him make a mistake, which he later described on Twitter as ‘careless’. He referred to the group of approximately 1.7 million Indische Nederlanders (Dutch Indos) living in the Netherlands today, as ‘Indonesians’. The Dutch Indo community was in an uproar. Also rightly so.


Did I cringe when I heard it? You know me, so yes. Was I surprised? Well,  no. Pechtold is not the first and certainly not the only one who calls us ‘Indonesians’ (or worse: Dutch Indians).


Is it Dutch ignorance? Well, that could be very well possible. Were it not that even Dutch Indos often make the same mistake, especially the younger generation often describes itself as ‘Indonesian’ or even uses both terms, carelessly. This is where education comes in.


Is it just an innocent slip of the tongue? A slip of the tongue could be easily forgiven. However, ‘innocent’ it certainly is not. With the use of only one single word, the largest and oldest group ‘Dutch with a migration background’, as it is called nowadays, is put into a box where it does not belong. For many Dutch Indos this ‘slip of the tongue’ has grave connotations.


After almost 75 years of our presence in the Netherlands, The Hague still does not see us. It is the well known blind spot. They know full well that we are there, but they do not want to see it, for then they would obviously have to address the never fully realized restitution of justice for the Dutch Indo community. From us, they expect ‘silence’ and ‘assimilation’: the ancient misconception that The Hague should really have to get rid of after all this time.


Hey, what’s that? These Dutch Indos no longer remain silent. What the hell. They make themselves heard. “We are not Indonesians!” It was as if I heard my father speak out some 40 years ago, when an office worker of Civil Affairs, while renewing my Dad’s passport, stated that my Dad was born in Indonesia.


“I was born in the former Dutch East Indies, Madam, not in Indonesia.”


The blonde innocence itself behind the desk replied, “But that’s completely the same thing?” She was being a bit dumb, sorry Alex (Pechtold, not Willy).


What our democratic people’s representative does not realize – and anyone who makes the same mistake – is that that the one word ‘Indonesians’ is the whole reason that we Dutch Indos are here in this country and not in Indonesia.


I am not going to explain for the 1000th time what a ‘Indische Nederlander’ is. What I will do, is indicate why it is not an innocent slip of the tongue to refer to us as Indonesians, but an error, which holds a denial – and in public – of our existence, of our identity and our history, of our Dutch citizenship.


In a nutshell: to use the label ‘Indonesians’ is not only technically wrong, it is also laden. It rips open old wounds. Using this label ‘stands for’ the bersiap, the rapes and massacres, the revolution, the ‘sale guerre’ which the Netherlands led until 1949. It stands for the insults, threats, poverty, unemployment due to the Indonesian government nationalizing Dutch companies.


It stands for fleeing to the country of the nationality stated in everyone’s passport, it meant forever leaving your native land, home and hearth. It stands for anxiety and trauma. It stands for the scandalous reception in the Netherlands, boarding houses, skyrocketing debts and the never heard war trauma, starting all over again from scratch.


It stands for the never materialized restitution of justice, such as the never paid KNIL wages and salaries (the back pay issue). It stands for the suffering of our parents and grandparents. It stands for forced assimilation, racism and discrimination.


So, For many Indische Nederlanders so very much is concealed in the ‘careless’ choice of words of Dutch politician Mr. Pechtold.


But perhaps even more important in Pechtold’s decision to call us Indonesians is the absence of the ‘Indisch’ (Dutch Indo) story in Dutch education. When I say ‘Indisch’, I mean Indisch. Our story needs to be told by us, not through the rose colored glasses with the white lenses, worn by The Hague. We are perfectly capable to tell our own story and we have been doing so for years and years. If you would have been paying attention, you would have seen it, Mr. Pechtold.


If Dutch education had not made us invisible, the Dutch people would have known their own country’s history, including Dutch colonial history. Then the Dutch – including Mr Pechtold – would have known who we are, why we are here and that we are not Indonesians.


© Anneke van de Casteele

Please Note: Dutch citizens with roots in the former Dutch East Indies have a large variety of ethnicities, far more than only the Indo-Europeans or Indos. The words ‘Indische Nederlanders’ or ‘Dutch Indos’ popped up extensively in the discussion and I used these for simplification. 


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Help for Grace Loren

Grace Loren is 8 years old, and has had 4 open heart procedures and countless hundreds of other surgical procedures. Because of her rare defect, complicated by the presence of MAPCAS (extra collateral arteries that develop for oxygenation), they discovered that the local children’s hospital was ill equipped to care for her. Grace Loren now receives all surgical care at Stanford University’s children’s hospital, Lucille Packard, and relocates for an unknown amount of time for each cardiac procedure to Northern California, Anneke often leaving her husband and son behind.

If there isn’t a healthcare reform that works, eliminating lifetime maximums, and letting people with pre-existing conditions seek coverage, they won’t be able to afford future care for Grace Loren , meaning when she needs her next heart surgery (anytime between now and the next 5 years, it appears), she will have already reached her maximum lifetime care amount, and they’d be forced to cash pay. They recently (6 months ago) relocated to Central Oregon- they’re closer to her hospital, the heat in Central Oregon isn’t so hard for her heart, and they’re in a much more “progressive” state.

Anneke will do whatever it takes for her kids to get the care they need, and deserve. Our goal is to receive $1,000 in donations with deadline date 17 March 2017 so we can hand over this amount at our SoCal Indo Kumpulan the day after. Please spread the word and help, thank you!

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Welcome to the SoCal Indo Blog

One of my favorite things to do as a child was to read, I read every book I could get my hands on. I remember one year in elementary school, I read over 330 books, impossible you say? Well, not for me! I won an award that year and presented it to my Opa, who was so proud of me. Whenever I made decisions, I would think of my Opa – honestly, my entire goal in life as a young person was for him to be proud of his kleine meisje. One of the things I respect most about my Opa’s generation was their determination to make something beautiful come out of something painful and ugly.

There are a couple of things I will never forget about him. One being his favorite song “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin. I recall many instances where my Opa would put that song on and dance, encouraging us to do the same. I would roll my eyes and think he was so silly but what it taught me many years later is something I will never forget. He would do anything in his power to never give up, to always push forward despite any obstacle he faced. I feel like I am an ‘eternal optimist’ because despite any negative situation I have had to endure – I will never give up. Yes, I have had moments where I felt like things were so tough that I felt it was difficult to carry on; however, in spirituality, love, relationships, etc. I always end up seeing that things will get better.

The second thing I remember, is that every morning before school my Opa would wake us up and the first thing we had to do was punch our fist in the air and say “I FEEL GREAT!” I cannot tell you how many times I whined and complained but again, it is a memory I cherish. My Opa wanted us to start our day with a positive thought and for that, I am eternally grateful. You’re probably wondering what all of this has to do with this blog. Well, my love for reading eventually turned into a love of writing. It allows me to put into writing thoughts and feelings that words could never express. Having a part in creating this blog is another creative outlet for me. I hope that you will be able to relate to some of the posts that are written by myself and the other contributors and share comments/suggestions with us. If there are topics that you would love to see discussed, feel free to let us know that as well.