They Are All Victims

It was 2 p.m. when Beni, 16, drove his motorbike home from school on Jl. Kabupaten in Sleman, Yogyakarta. Some 800 meters from his home, on the crowded street, two bikers on an automatic scooter approached him.

They were wearing white-and-grey uniforms. The one on the back seat shouted, “Stop! Pull over!”

Beni, who had a heavy build, had no choice but to pull over. “You’re a student of [certain name] high school, aren’t you? Give us your motorbike key and student card! If not, you’re dead,” said the one who drove the motorbike.