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In 1979, my mother, brothers, sister and me were unexpectedly confronted with the war record of my father, Jack van den Brom, in a very harsh way. One Sunday evening, at dinner, the phone rang. It was for my father. When he had finished the conversation he could say nothing more than: “They finally found me."
He was wanted by his daughter from Indonesia. For my mother this was a confirmation of something she had always feared. In the period she married my father in 1953, there were many rumours about servicemen, who had fathered mixed race children in Indonesia in wartime. But my father had not done anything like that, as he assured my mother. And now this phonecall.
I thought my mother would go mad with grief. We were baffled and could not believe it. My mother never recovered from this blow, and this certainly contributed to an early death after stroke. I understand very well that a warlovechild is eager to know her biological father, but she for sure has not sufficiently realized how much sadness she has brought in our family by doing so. Except for my brother, none of our siblings wanted contact with our Indonesian sister, because we made a clear choice in favour of our mother, who has had a very hard time ever since.
We now consider it as something from the past of my father, and we prefer to let it rest. February 2010 my father deceased and right now we are again confronted with the history of my father due to the broadcasting of the film Tuan Papa (Sir Daddy), where he is interviewed. He has never talked about the shootings with us. Through my brother, who has contacts with our half-sister in Indonesia, we heard that they have contributed. This documentary, which we have not seen yet, will certainly contribute to the recognition of war children and will maybe contribute a bit to processing their grief, but for us it is important to emphasize that a story always has two sides.
Written by Adri, Lenie and Rene van den Brom
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Mijn naam is Piet Dollee en mijn vader heette Charel Dollee en mijn opa heette Piet. Als je contact wilt zoeken met mij, kun je mij mailen.
Met vriendelijke groet,
U geeft haar zelfs de schuld van het herseninfarct en daardoor vroeger sterven van U moeder.Te erg voor woorden.U loyaliteit ligt toch echt verkeerd,de enige die het veroorzaakt heeft is U vader.
Hoezo heeft een verhaal 2 kanten?
Grote bewondering en lof voor U broer, hij heeft tenminste wel de juiste instelling.
groet- dochter van een indie-veteraan.
Mijn naam is Trieneke Olgers- Keitz.geb. in 1956.
Naar aanleiding van uw programma wil ik toch even reageren.
Mijn vader,..REMMERT KEITZ..een knappe gebruinde Nederlandse man met donker haar en bruine ogen, heeft een paar jaar als vrijwilliger gediend in die oorlogsjaren.Dit was voordat hij mijn moeder leerde kennen.
Heel graag had hij nog een keer teruggewild maar dat wilde mijn moeder niet.
Misschien bang voor het onvermijdelijke ?!
Helaas is onze papa in '96 overleden.
Mijn zusje Erica en ik zijn al jaren overtuigd dat er ergens in Indonesie broers of zussen van ons zijn en als dat zo is zouden we dat zo graag weten.
Papa zat soms "ver weg" in gedachten verzonken in zijn stoel maar als kind denk je daar verder niet over na. Nu hebben we zoiets als...Tja...Indonesie...
Mocht iemand hem hebben gekend...Laat maar weten....
...groeten van de zusjes..KEITZ