Hehehee, ... ini nenek pencari kutu lagi-lagi membuktikan dirinya hanya
hidup dalam MIMPI! SUDAH TIDAK SADAR dirinya masih HIDUP didunia nyata
sudah sudah ratusan tahun memasuki jaman KAPITALISME yang harus dilewati
dan entah berapa ratus tahun kedepan lagi baru bisa memasuki jaman
Sosialisme, jaman dimana seperti dalam mimpinya itu yang TIDAK ADA lagi
klas dan perjuangan klas!
KERJA 8 jam/hari adalah juga ketetapan HUKUM di Tiongkok, kerja lembur
dengan upah lembur yang harus diberikan majikan, adalah KELEBIHAN kerja
8 jam itu! Kelebihan juam kerja, apalagi TIDAK dibayar adalah
PELANGGARAN yang mutlak akan dijatuhi sanksi HUKUM yang berlaku, ...!
Dari sekian buaanyak kapitalis di Tiongkok, tentu tidak terhindarkan ada
yang nakal dan melanggar ketentuan HUKUM, ... itulah sebab diperlukan
adanya SERIKAT BURUH, adanya KESADARAN masyarakat yang lebih tinggi
untuk membela dan perjuangkan kepentingan hidupnya sendiri lebih BAIK
dan majuu lebih baik lagi,...! PENTUNG NEGARA untuk mendisiplin
kapitalis2 nakal itu TETAP berjalan dengan cukup baik bisa dibuktikan
makin sejahteranya kehidupan masyarakat Tiongkok, kalau saja tidak
hendak melihat ratusan juta warga Tiongkok yang bertamasya di setiap
hari-libur, baik didalam maupun keluar negeri! Juga boleh melihat
kemampuan masyarakat mentaati disiplin NGEREM dirumah selama lebih 2
bulan dalam melancarkan Perang Rakyat Melawan epidemi Covid-19 itu! Di
Tiongkok BISA jalan dengan baik dan penuh disiplin, yang sulit bisa
ditemukan bahkan tidak mungkin bisa terjadi di negara lain didunia ini!
Itukan membuktikan rakyat banyak di Tiongkok sudah cukup makmur, ngerem
dirumah lebih 2 bulan juga tidak membuat kelaparan dan kebingungan
memberi makan keluarga dirumah!
Kalau saja kapal Liongxin itu betul milik kapitalis Tiongkok dan harus
bertanggungjawab atas pelanggaran HUKUM yg terjadi, pihak pemerintah
Tiongkok PASTI akan gunakan PENTUNG nya untuk menindak kapitalis nakal
itu, ... PASTI dan tak perlu diragukan lagi!
Sedang bagi pemerintah RI, saya pun berpendapat, hendaknya bisa
mendisiplin dan menindak perusahaan2 yg harus bertanggungjawab
mempekerjakan NELAYAN Ind. keperusahaan asing itu! Disinilah SB-SB yang
ada dan kesadaran masyarakat diuji , ... sudah mampu memperjuangkan
kepeentingan BURUH atau belum?
Tatiana Lukman [email protected] [GELORA45] 於 2020/5/9 上午 04:22
寫道:
Di bawah ini pengalaman kongkrit seorang buruh di China kapitalis.
Bangun jam 7:20 AM, sarapan semangkok bubur dan semacam ‘ pancake’
setipis kertas. Seperti juga di pabrik-pabrik di Indonesia, pengusaha
selalu meningkatkan target. Sama, di China juga. Buruh China ini ,
pagi hari, kerja 11 jam tanpa istirahat, bahkan ke WC pun tidak,
karena takut tidak memenuhi target yang harus dibayar dengan kerja
lembur gratis! Oleh karena itu ketika selesai 11 jam kerja dan mau ke
WC, orang antri panjang!! Kalau antriannya buyar, kenalah merreka
makian dari pengawas atau mandor!! Kemudian untuk makan siang, sama...
berdesak-desak untuk dapat duluan, kalua belakangan datangnya sudah
tidak kebagian, karena jumlah makanannya tidak sesuai dengan jumlah
buruhnya...Walaupun makanannya buruk, tapi harus juga mereka
menelannya, kalau tidak, bagaimana bias dapat sedikit energi untuk
meneruskan kerja sore hari!!! Sore hari mereka kerja 5 jam. Berarti 11
+ 5 = 16 jam! Setelah makan malam, masih ada 2 jam lagi kerja
lembur... Artinya 16 + 2 = 18 jam!!!
Apa yang dialami ABK di kapal China, kerja 18 jam dengan bayaran
seperti tertulis dalam berita itu sama sekali bukan fantasi!! Coba
antek remo dan konco-konco pendukung China kapitalis itu disuruh
kerja 18 jam tiap hari, seperti robot!!!
Gampang sekali ngomong, kapitalis yang nakal, hukum saja....Selesai
perkara, bukan?? Ha...ha.. Sudah lupa ajaran Marx dan Lenin tentang
Negara dan mesin Negara serta fungsinya??? Berapa kasus pelanggaran
HAM yang sudah diselesaikan dengan adil di Indonesia???Ratusan konflik
tanah, bahkan konflik yang dimenangkan di MA pun, tidak dijalankan. Di
AS, segregasi atas dasar ras sudah dinyatakan ilegal di konstitusi,
tapi sampai hari ini, 2020, masih banyak sekali orang kulit hitam yang
didiskriminasi... Di China kapitalis, buruh yang nuntut diterapkannya
hukum yang berlakupun akhirnya di phk, dipenjara, diculik!! Apa nanti
kata antek remo...Ah,ajaran Marx dan Lenin bukan dogma, kenapa tidak
bisa dikritik dan „ „ ‘”dikembangkan“??? Ya itulah orang remo,
kerjanya merevisi ajaran Marx, lenin dan Mao!!!
*One Day*
by “I Love Cilantro” (/Wo Ai Xiangcai/)
Working in the factory has turned me into a robot. I live a mechanical
existence. Almost every day I repeat my role in the same scenes.
The alarm clock wakes me up at exactly 7:20 in the morning. I go to
the toilet, wash my face, change my clothes, no time to brush my
teeth, I take my key and run straight to the factory. I get to the
canteen a bit before 7:40, find a bowl, and rush to the window where
they serve food. The aunty on the other side of the window serves me a
bowl of porridge and a pancake about as thin as paper. This is my
breakfast. Because I can’t fill my stomach, and the canteen won’t give
me an extra pancake, I often buy a couple of steamed buns on the
street. It’s the only way I can make it until noon.
Our workshop is on the fourth floor. We make facemasks. Each work post
has a production quota, determined by specialized employees who stand
behind our backs, timing us with a stopwatch. They always try to raise
the quota by counting more than we actually produce. Moreover, they do
this in the morning when we have the most energy, forcing us to repeat
that speed for 11 hours. Otherwise we don’t reach the quota and have
to do unpaid overtime. Most workers can’t meet the monthly quota.
Although the management in this workshop isn’t particularly strict,
and you need no special permission for a leave of absence, everyone is
self-conscious. Some don’t even go to the toilet—not because they
don’t need to go, but because they’re afraid they won’t meet the
production quota if they do. Most people wait until they finish their
work, so the toilets are always packed at the end of a shift.
When it’s time for our break, the line leader gives the order to stop
the line, then we queue up and wait for him to tell us when it’s OK to
leave. We’re supposed to punch out one by one in an orderly fashion,
but the queue tends to break up when we’re all eager to get to the
canteen as quickly as possible, so the line instructors usually stand
by the queue—supposedly to enforce discipline, but generally they just
yell at us. By the time I finally punch out, change my overalls and
shoes, and run down from the fourth floor to the canteen, it’s already
packed with 200 people queued up in front of four windows. I grab a
bowl, walk to the end of a queue, and then wait and wait, peeking into
other people’s bowls to see what’s being served. When my turn finally
comes up, I realize the dish I wanted is long gone, and all that’s
left is the stuff that not only I but everyone dislikes. But I have no
choice, so I take a few scoops of pickled vegetables to fill my
stomach (and complain later). I often complain about the lack of
decent food to my coworkers, but they blame me for running late,
saying if only I hurried up there would be plenty to eat. Although I
don’t argue, I’m always thinking that with a certain amount of people
and a certain amount of food, it shouldn’t matter who arrives first or
last; even if I came earlier, that would just mean someone else
wouldn’t get to eat.
Although the food is bad, I have to eat something—I’m thinking about
the five hours of work I have to do in the afternoon, so I manage to
gulp it down somehow. The afternoon shift is the same as the morning
one, an endless stamping of facemasks (that means welding together the
mouth cover and ear straps). Eating dinner feels like eating a cloned
version of lunch: everything is exactly the same. Sometimes I think my
canteen fee is spent entirely on pickled vegetables—it’s not worth it,
but there’s nothing I can do. Going outside to eat takes too much
time, and I’m sure the street stalls are even less sanitary than the
canteen. Although my coworkers sneer at hearing this, I keep hoping
the canteen will improve.
After dinner, there are two more hours of overtime. This is the
easiest part of the day, since we know it’s almost over, at least. As
we get close to the end, everyone grows excited, as if we’re about to
be “liberated.” That’s why we work really fast in the evenings and
seem incredibly energetic. We’re finally done, freed, and after
walking out of the factory gate, the fatigue weighing down my body
unconsciously melts away into the noise of the commercial district. I
also forget the repression of the shop floor, as if all that’s left is
the unbearable physical exhaustion. Only then do I realize that I
really spent myself in the workshop.
I repeat this kind of existence day after day, on the shop floor,
unable to see the sun, seldom going to the toilet even once. It goes
so far that I’m afraid the sunlight will hurt my eyes! Although this
is just one day, perhaps this will be my entire life as long as I’m
“affirming” my labor-power in the factory.
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