I was gifted with a new name in Papua, Kakak Yana. Kakak
is the title you give to anyone older than you that is not married yet, so all
of my younger friends and younger host siblings call me Kakak. But here’s where it
gets complicated, since I’m the oldest child in my home, my host parents, host
aunts, and host uncles call me Kakak. This is funny to me because in language
school I learned that if you call someone Kakak
that means they’re your older sibling.
So it’s like my host mom is calling me her older sister. Secondly, many people call me Yana because
Janna is not a common name.
In Indonesia, I quickly learned not to call people by their
first name unless they are younger than me.
When I first arrived to Papua in
October, my 2 year-old host brother called me Janna several times and my host
parents always corrected him saying he must call me Kakak Yana. It is
disrespectful to call someone older than you only by their first name. There are many ways I can refer to someone
younger than me. I can call them by
their name, you (kamu) or younger
sibling (adik).
When I first met my host mom I thought it would be most
polite to call her the formal word for you (anda).
So the first day I called her anda
and she told me to call her Mama. I felt
really awkward about calling her Mama, because that’s a word only babies say. I learned quickly that I cannot call older
people “you” but have to refer to them by the appropriate title. This means frequently talking in third person
for example I can ask Mama, “Mama mau ke
mana?” “Where is Mama going?” Then Mama might reply in third person saying
“Mama mau ke kantor” “Mama is going
to the office.” When I talk to older
people they often do not refer to themselves as I, me, mine, but say their
title such as Mama.
Once I asked my aunt what her name was and she gave me a
confused look. She replied that she was
Agape’s (my 2 year-old host brother’s) aunt.
I already knew that, but I wanted to call her something more personal
than just Aunt (tante). I don’t know any of my host aunts/uncles
names. My one aunt is called Ibu Alen
because Ibu means mother and Alen is her oldest child. Likewise, her husband is called Bapak Alen
because Bapak means father.
Before I left for Indonesia I had the general knowledge that
Asian cultures respect elders, but I had little idea of what that meant. Now I respect those that are older than me
every day just by using the Indonesian language. When I meet new people, I have to immediately
figure out if they are older than me or if they’re married, because without
this information, I have no idea how to talk to them. Once I called a 15 year-old Kakak because I thought she was older
and everyone laughed. Once I called an
unmarried man Bapak because I thought
he was already married, but he wasn’t. These
titles are sometimes tricky for me because in Canada I don’t have to make quick
judgements about person’s age/marital status, but can just refer to them as
‘you’.
I like explaining to Papuans that in Canada, my younger
sister, cousins and friends call me Janna, there is no word for Kakak.
Once I told my host mom and host sister that I call my Aunts and Uncles
by their first name, my host sister laughed nervously while my host mom said,
in Papua we respect those that are older.
I tried to explain that respecting elders looks differently in Canada,
but then I pondered, what does it mean to respect elders? How does respecting
elders affect relationships? Do people
that are older get away with being dominant and controlling? Do younger people feel meek and compliant? How does this affect honesty? I can’t answer
any of these questions; I can only say what Papuan culture feels like to me as
a Canadian.
From my perspective, when I call people ‘you’ and I don’t use
a title, I feel like we are on equal grounds.
But when I call people Bapak, Ibu,
Mama or Kakak, I am aware that they have a higher status than me and I’m
less likely to challenge them. What I’ve
noticed in Indonesia is that children don’t challenge/question older people as
often as children in Canada. During my
host family meetings 95% of the time my host parents talk about their children’s
misbehaviour and my host siblings never interrupt, make excuses or
retaliate. After an hour or more of
talking, my host parents ask them if they want to say anything and usually my
host siblings say very little. This is
very different than my family meetings in Canada, because if my siblings or I
are accused of something we usually argue about it or negotiate a solution. Respecting elders in this context means not
challenging them verbally, but later my siblings might disobey with their
behaviour and the family meeting happens all over again. In some ways I feel
like this style of communication inhibits younger people from sharing their
perspective and being honest.
When I get back to Canada I want to analyze how we respect
elders. I also want to talk to older
generations and ask what makes them feel respected by the younger generation and
if they are receiving that respect. For
now, I have many observations from Indonesia and Canada which generate questions
with very few answers.
My extended host family and I eating lunch on the beach
Floating around with my host family
My host parents (Mama and Bapak) and I after a 3 hour outdoor church service. I recently got this dress sewn for me, the material was given to me by Mama for Christmas. It is traditional Papuan print.