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There was a time when Bogor Palace was a fun place. Indonesian President Sukarno would sweep in triumphantly from a hot-lipped harangue in downtown Djakarta, pull the black Moslem cap of leadership from his balding head, toss aside his girdle, and relax in sandals and slacks with his lovely Japanese wife Devi. The legion of servants, the carefree dinners, the delight of being on top -all of it made Bogor a pleasure dome beyond compare. Not any longer...
Bamboo & Beacons. Within the Djakarta power structure itself, the army was also cleaning house. Last week the Supreme Operations Command, called Koti in Sukarno's acronymese, was scoured of seven civilian portfolios, and the empty places were filled by soldiers. Left-leaning Foreign Minister Subandrio's seat on the council remained in doubt, but since the army suspects him of sympathy-if not involvement-with the Communists, his power is doubtless stringently curtailed...
...more familiar faces around President Sukarno's office these days is the grim and sorrowing visage of Yao Chung-ming, Red China's ambassa dor in Djakarta. Three times in a week, he showed up to express his grave con cern at the Indonesian government's recent antisocialist behavior. If the Bung was being honest, he must have expressed grave concern right back, for there was precious little he could do about the disturbing turn of events. The army was clearly in control...
...result of the terror, usually bustling Solo, Boyolali and Klaten are anemic ghost towns. On the highway from Djokjakarta to Solo, normally clogged with traffic, only an occasional bullock cart lumbers by, while convoys of steel-helmeted Dipo-negoro division units from Sumatra and colorful Kommando Para Raiders from Djakarta in bright vermilion berets race past the empty paddies in armored cars and trucks. In Solo, Moslem student groups in khaki shirts and peaked caps help the army patrol the streets...
Though D. N. Aidit, Indonesia's top Red, was still at large, it was becoming increasingly clear that Communism-at least of the Peking variety-was finished in Djakarta, for the moment if not for keeps. At every government gathering, hard-faced army officers monitored the overly jolly goings on. Even President Sukarno, puffy-cheeked and perspiring, was forced onto the defensive. Warning against the danger of Indonesia's suddenly becoming pro-Western (and anti-Sukarno), he pursued one of his own quaint theories to its illogical conclusion: "If they didn't try to crush...