By Jack Profijt, Canada
After their immigration to the USA and Canada, the task of integrating into a completely unknown culture began. Finding employment, housing and other services was, at times, very difficult, as the USA was going through its own problems with racial tensions in the southern states and its past actions in Korea. It was common for the Indos to be mistaken for Hispanic, Indian, and Hawaiian.
According to the Dutch Bureau for Statistics (CBS) it has been shown that Indos in the Netherlands have lower than average crime rates, incomes at par with pure ethnic Dutch citizens and rates of participation in government, education and healthcare fields close to the national average. These statistics are reflected in data from the USA and Canada as well.
The original migrants from Indonesia did their duties to their adopted lands and worked hard at assimilation and integration for themselves and their children. For years, the old ones worked hard. However, while fulfilling their duties to their new countries, they did so in silence. For many of those who left the warm breezes of their tropical home, many made a choice subconsciously or consciously to not relay their stories to the next generations.
On the North American side of the Atlantic Ocean, it is as though a collective mind simultaneously turned off the information that should have been relayed to the young. This absence of information has led to a hole in the history of the third generation of Indos that live in the USA and Canada. For the most part, there are very few English books on the subject, no film, no cultural events and no real connection to their past. There are no outside cultural influences on Indos that help them identify with their history. Especially the young ones cannot speak, read or write Indonesian or Dutch, but they can understand a few words passed on from grandparents. Ironically, one of the only constants that most Indos share is the love of Indonesian food and eating.
There are many second and third generation Indos that do not really care about their heritage and have completely assimilated into their respective cultures. They see themselves as fully American or Canadian and have no desire to pursue their past. This is a sad testament to the ability of the Indo to blend into whatever society that they join. The Indo can be found in every corner of the world with the highest concentrations in the Netherlands, Australia and the USA.
For those who do wish to look, it is as though they live in a cultural vacuum. In the US and Canada the Indo is often mistaken for Philippine, Hispanic, American Indian, Hawaiian, or someone of Middle Eastern descent. There is a lot of explanation required when asked where they are from, because the history of Holland and Indonesia is not known at all. Couple aging and silent grandparents, with the absence of information and no cultural influence with a language barrier, it makes it almost impossible to search for ones past. Also it should be noted that those who search for their past do not wish a return to colonial rule or for an Indo homeland or any such thing for Indonesia; they only wish to know the truth of their origin.
However, the modern age is changing how people connect with one another. The age of email, the internet, and social networks are changing how people look for their roots. Many people of Indonesian descent are now searching through the internet to find lost loved ones and reconnect with those on the other side of the world. They post old photographs and dust manuscripts to have them translated to English. Slowly, the holes that were once dark, are now being illuminated by voices from across the ocean in the blink of an eye.
One group that is currently a fledgling nonprofit organization is called The Indo Project, or TIP for short. The TIP organization originated in the United States and its main goal is to keep the Indo heritage alive. This group can be found on Twitter, YouTube, MySpace and Facebook. The completion of a documentary is one of its main goals and is intended to raise awareness of Indo history. There are other groups on social networks such as Facebook that have a specific purpose of reconnecting the past with the present.
The people who are looking for their roots are in a race against time and complacency. The generation that was born in Indonesia are slowly passing into history, and the generation that replaces them are faced with a choice. That choice is to move forward into the future and let the Indo become a dying breed, or they can try to preserve their history for future generations. It is inevitable that blood lines become diluted and blurred as time passes, but if the steps are taken now, there will be something to pass on so that the ones who follow after them will know their roots.
Editor’s Comment (updated 4/14/13):
This is an excerpt from Jack’s essay, “Missing Pieces”. Jack Profijt is the creator of the Dutch-Indonesian Community Facebook page, which has grown to 3,123 members worldwide with the highest number from North America. He was born in Holland and as a baby, immigrated to Canada with his Indo parents.
I agree. My 9 year old son came home from school last year and excitedly explained to me how he was going to learn about Indonesia. Until that day, I had wondered about my dutch-indo heritage, but had not done anything about it. After I explained the basics, e.g. where his great grandfather was from and why his grandfather had different coloured skin) I spent 2010 gathering information from family members and seeking information on the web – what I have found is fantastic – but I have not yet found any living family and that’s because of the time, I left it too long! If I cannot find family I will not have my own family stories (like the stories found on the Indo Project’s site).
I certainly enjoy reading the stories from this site!
Melissa – It is unfortunate that you could not find any living family members so you could learn more about your own history. Perhaps this community in The Indo Project can learn new things from each other to fill in the gaps. Glad to hear you enjoy reading the stories. Come back any time !
The fact that your article exposes and illuminates my exact feelings and emotions is, both, comforting and upsetting. Comforting because it assures me that I am not alone in the way I feel. That I have company. And, upsetting because it full well confirms the “race against time”. I have, these last few years, been gathering as much info as I can as well as telling my kids everything I believe they will hold dear in the future. For, as with myself, there are aspects about them that they, either, don’t understand yet, or just haven’t even thought about yet. But I know, the day is coming when they will hold it near and dear in their bosom and they will remember my words. Even if they are for the main part indistinguishable from whatever culture they are in, they still have this….something, as I clearly see with my kids. That something is the Indo in them. Past down, even through silence. Because, as I have become aware of, the Indo unmistakably has that something very distinguishable about them. Something very deep. Something very decent, and something very classy. That something that when you meet someone for the first time, it’s as if you’ve known them your whole life and make you feel as if you’ve come home. Thank you so much for doing your part.
Aatje – Your words are so true about meeting each other for the first time, it’s like an extended family. There’s a familiarity and a certain comfort zone which needs little words.
Hi Mr Profijt,
It’s a great ambition you are setting out to do. It is true time is our enemy in your pursuit. I can say almost everyone has at least encountered one person in their life time who was an “Indo”. There are still many of us out there. As my dad always said we are a vanishing breed. I say good luck and God bless you.
Hello there Andrea,
Thank you for your response to my article, I am glad that it was able to move you and bring back some memories for you. Perhaps you would like to read another of my pieces.
https://www.theindoproject.org/site2020/the-silent-nation
What an inspiration, this nearly brought tears to my eyes because it hit so close to home. I have always had the utmost respect for my Opa who was that silent hard worker who held many secrets, who together with my Oma, and my Mother and her siblings endured many trials and tribulatons.