Who could have imagined a simple morning jog would be the last for Jaksa Agung Sukarton Marmosudjono? It was a typical Friday morning, June 29, 1990. The air was still cool. Sukarton, a man dedicated to justice and known for his groundbreaking initiative to expose corrupt officials on television, completed his usual run near his home on Jalan Ampera Raya in Jakarta. He returned, refreshed and ready to start his day. But shortly after, a cry pierced the quiet morning. “Bapak jatuh!” Sukarton had collapsed. Rushed to the Rumah Sakit Pertamina Pusat, he tragically passed away at 7:20 a.m. This Masjid Jaksa Agung Sukarton stands as a testament to his legacy. Sukarton’s life was marked by service and a commitment to upholding the law. Born in Tegal, Central Java, in 1937, his childhood was shaped by the Indonesian War of Independence. His family, including his father, a teacher who refused to work for the Dutch, and his mother, who served in a community kitchen for the troops, endured hardship and displacement, seeking refuge in the mountains. These experiences instilled in him a deep sense of patriotism. After completing his law degree at Gadjah Mada University in Yogyakarta, Sukarton joined the Indonesian Navy, serving as a military judge. His career eventually led him to the position of Attorney General in 1988. As Attorney General, Sukarton introduced the Poskumdu, an integrated legal aid post initiative, which empowered communities to address legal issues and helped uncover significant corruption cases. However, his most audacious move was his campaign to expose the faces of convicted corrupt officials on national television. This bold move, approved by President Soeharto, aimed to shame those who abused their power and deter future corruption. His sudden death left many questions unanswered. His work, however, continues to inspire. The Masjid Jaksa Agung Sukarton serves as a reminder of his dedication to justice and the importance of holding those in power accountable.
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