Bali 9 executions in Stuff

I went to sleep last night realising that when I woke, the Bali 9 would be executed.

I can’t help but feel a little sad. It’s a natural human reaction I guess. I can’t even watch the footage of the sister pleading and crying to the Indonesian president anymore. It was all in vain.

There’s not much point looking at Facebook here today. It’s going to be overridden with this. I have my views, just like everyone does on this. I personally don’t believe drug offensives deserve the death penalty. A lot of other people do. I don’t. I’m with the UN in that it should only be for murder and terrorism.

So yeah, it’s interesting that Indonesia has broken three international law rules, the above being one of them.
I feel a little ashamed that Indonesian was the only language that was available for me to learn at my schools (in light of this).

It’s just a really, really unfortunate situation.
Our foreign minister has said there will be consequences. Whatever that means I don’t know.
I’m noticing a boycott on travelling to Indonesia is trying to trend at the moment.
Something like this really does scare me off ever wanting to visit there. I almost did go when I was in school, but the trip was cancelled at the last minute back in the 90’s when Indonesia had their economic crisis, and it was apparently unsafe to travel there.
Who knows? I could have had drugs planted on me just like apparently that one woman who was spared at the last minute did. And I’ve never touched them in my life.

It’s a bit scary. It’s a bit sad. It’s a bit fucked up. It’s how some parts of the world works, even today.