I’m back. Most people don’t even know I left, I know. But anyway, after seven years
of this I decided last June that I just had to take three months and give myself
a break from Eleven Demons and all the legal intrigue while I worked on another
But even while I tried to get away from it, things kept happening. On 29 June the
Court of Appeals in Los Angeles took up Made Jati’s request to overturn the California
decision—she argued that a case in Indonesia regarding child custody was ongoing
in 2008 and therefore the California court had no right to assert jurisdiction.
It was a pretty thin appeal. In fact her attorney, Mr Salgado, didn’t even take
the opportunity to appear and present it in court—maybe too embarrased after his
final run-in with Judge Susan Lopez-Giss. A panel of three Appeals Court judges
can humiliate attorneys who waste their time. I’m sure Mr Salgado is well-paid,
and I believe he is a good lawyer, but even so you still have to maintain some self-respect.
The only testimony Made Jati ever presented to the California court about Indonesia,
or anything else for that matter, was when she first filed her case in 2008 and
swore under oath that there was NOT an ongoing case in Indonesia. Then she ran away.
No one except Mr Salgado personally ever asserted there was an ongoing case in Indonesia,
and when Mr Salgado made his case to Judge Lopez-Giss, he famously carried nothing
but his little black agenda book to back up his assertion.
Of course, clearly the case at this point is no longer about custody. The time for
custody is long past; the boys are eighteen and twenty years old now. She only appealled
the decision after I filed a complaint about her failure to pay ordered child support.
With interest and penalties it now amounts to near USD 900,000. So clearly the purpose
of her appeal wasn’t about custody or the children; it was about the money. That
seemed to get her motivated.
The Court of Appeals made short work of it. They considered it Friday and announced
their decision Monday morning…appeal rejected. Interest and penalties are still
climbing. But Indonesia does not have an extradition treaty with America, so unless
Interpol can make a lucky grab somewhere in transit, she is safe as long as she
stays out of the U.S.
I wrapped that up in four paragraphs, enough for a blog, but there is a lot more
to the story; it would make a good chapter in Mafia of the Gods. Made’s new attorney
Mr Salgado is a colorful character in his own right. At the start he was friendly
to my attorney Tom Kendall and me, but after he made a few of what appear to me
really dumb moves he stopped talking to me. He still nods at Tom—attorneys have
to do that, it’s part of their social etiquette—but he doesn’t even look at me.
“Yoo hoo! Mr Salgado, here I am, over here! good morning! Over here!...Oh, well.”
A lot of people won’t talk to me. Made Jati, of course. She hasn’t talked to me since
2005. The California court ordered her to meet me in front of a court-appointed
mediator in July 2008—it’s required in the normal family court process—but she ran away
rather than face me.
No one in her family—used to be my family—will talk to me. They hang up the phone
as soon as they hear my voice. Her attorney Ida Bagus Wikantara hangs up on me.
All of her Angels refuse to talk to me: Nigel Mason, Jean Lane, Mark Moody, Mark
Keatinge, Max and Collette Hunt. Hang up and refuse to answer emails.
Former friends, especially from the Wine Club days, boy did some of them run fast!
A few had inside information, I know; they apparently knew what was going on well
before I did. The two who confided in me that they had affairs with Made Jati and so
had a really special empathy and understanding of her—I guess they figured it was okay to tell me now since
we were getting a divorce—probably had other motives for siding with Made and cutting me off.
But for so many others…actually, I can understand. Being a friend to a bule with
legal problems, under a death threat, the target of a wealthy Balinese woman in
Bali, that is an uncomfortable proposition. Made is in Bali. I am not. One must
consider one’s social position.
And a lot of Bali officials won’t talk to me. Even the Bali police hang up on me!
The Bali Post has refused to print any stories about the case since 2005. (Apparently
the Editor is a good friend of Ida Bagus Wikantara; their daughters played in the
same girls band together.)
But many of my emails just disappear, like dropping rocks into a dark sea.
“Yoo hoo! Over here! Here I am!... oh, well.”
Now a lot of other friends—names hidden to protect the innocent—have stayed friendly
with me, thank you. Balinese, Indonesians, Westerners, I do receive a lot of support,
and I understand that it is difficult to be open about it. Yes, I will keep the
messages private, and thank you.
No way to come to a graceful ending here; I guess I'll have to write another book. So, uh...end of this blog.