Monthly Archives: August 2016
Noong taon 1989, ang bahay namin sa Quezon City ay pinasok ng mga masasamang tao at ang nakakalungkot pa ay dinatnan nila doon ang nanay ko na mag-isa lang. Itinali nila ang kamay ng magulang ko sa pamamagitan ng lubid na nylon na parang hayop na mabangis, ang mata ay piniringan, hinalughug ang buong kabahayan at pagkatapos nito ay walang habas na pinagsasaksak ng 17 beses hanggang sa mawalan ng hininga ang kanilang dinatnan. Pumanaw si nanay sa edad na 59. Wala siyang kagalit at bihira lang lumabas ng bahay. Siya ay sakitin at kagagaling lang sa pagka-stroke, kaya mahina pa, hindi makatayo, pabulong pa ang boses at malabo ang paningin. Anong klaseng tao, kung tao man into, ang gagawa ng ganung bagay. Kung sana ay nanlaban ang nanay ko, o di kaya ay sumigaw o tumakbo maari pang nagalit ang mga salarin. Sa aking pagsusuri, may kinalaman sa ganitong pagkakataon ang pagkalulong sa droga ng mga gumawa nito.
Saglit lang nabanggit ang pangyayari sa pahayagan. Wala man lang ni isang taga gobyerno, taga Human Rights Office man lang, mga relihiyosong grupo na nagpahayag ng pagkagulat o pagkabahala sa naganap. Maliban lang sa aming pamilya at ilang kaibigan, kami ay lubos na naulila. Halos mistulang pulubi ako na nanlilimos ng tulong sa pulisya samantalang sa gobyerno na ako nagtatrabaho. May konting gumalaw pero mas lamang pa ang maka-awa kaysa sa pagkilos. Sa madaling salita, wala din nangyari. Nailibing ang nanay ko sa gitna ng pighati, at nailibing na rin sa limot ang karumaldumal na pangyayari sa talaan ng krimen sa pulisya.
Ilang araw ang nakaraan ng mabalitaan ko naman na may mga napaslang na tao kalapit sa aming lugar. Limang kabataang lalaking tadtad ng tattoo ang katawan, gusgusin ang damit ang nakabulagta sa gitna ng kalye. Silang lima ay tatad din ng sasak sa ulo, katawan at paanan at nangangamoy alak pa. Nakakalat din sa paligid nila ang 3 itak,2 sumpak,bungkos ng tali at ilang pitaka na may ibat ibang ID. Sila tumutugon sa ilang descriptions ng mga taong uma-aligid sa aming lugar tuwing madaling araw. Ito ay pinatotohanan ng ilang mga kapitbahay namin na may tindahan dahil gising na sila sa ganun oras. Wala nga lang makapagturo kung itong mga napaslang man ang may kinalaman sa krimen na naganap sa amin.
Umani ito ang sari-saring reaksyon sa sambayanan. Madaming nagimbal at nabahala. Noon ko lang nalaman na talagang may Commission of Human Rights pala. Alarmado sila sa nangyari. Noon ko rin napagmasdan na may aktibong pulisya sa aming lugar. Napag alaman ko rin na may Barangay pala na nangangasiwa ng katahimikan sa aming distrito. Halos nasa pahayagan at telebisyon ang nangyari. Madaming naawa sa limang katao na mukhang homeless. Madaming aktibista ang nagalit sa pamahalaan dahil ito aniya ay example ng salvaging na naman. Mga taga simbahan ay nagdagsaan para ipagdasal ang mga napaslang sa lansangan. At dahil sa meron TV coverage, may biglang nagpakitang pari na kunway nagbabasbas sa lugar.
Ang lipunan natin nga naman.
Sa kasalukuyan bagamat ilang taon na ang nakakalipas, nararamdaman ko pa rin ang sitwasyon ng kapwa ko biktima ng karumaldumal na krimen. Kahit na hindi pa sabihing grabe, basta krimen. Karamihan sa ating mga mamamayan ay naging biktima na ng krimen at ang ilan, hindi na siguro masugpo, ay ninais na rin sumama na sa sindikato at gumawa na rin ng krimen. Sabi nga if you cannot beat them, join them. Pero napakarami pa rin ang may konsyesiyang mamamayan ang ipagkikibit na lang ng balikat ang nangyari sa kanila, magdarasal na lang na makarma tumira sa kanila o magiging sobra ingat sa lahat ng bagay to the point na wala na siyang magawang kahanga-hanga.
Lumalabas sa mga nagaganap na pangyayari ay mga pabaya ang mga nagiging biktima. Parang sila pa ang may kasalanan. May magnanakaw daw kasi naman meron mananakaw. May namamatay kasi mahina sila at hindi kayang ipagtanggol ang sarili. May nare-rape dahil hindi maingat. May naloloko dahil hindi nakakaintindi. Para bang ang lipunan ay sadyang itinayo para sa mga malulupit at walang habas sa pagmamalabis sa kapwa.
May mga pulitikong halos ay ganyan na ang kaisipan.
Kaya naman kung may pagkakataon sa ating kasaysayan na may magtanggol o isulong ang isang himagsikan, panibagong liderato man ito o vigilante, na lipulin ang masasamang tao—- silang sira na ang pag iisip, wala na halos konsyensiya, parang zombie; ang ganitong paghihiganti ay tiyak na igagalang at hahangaan ng karamihan ng taong bayan—- silang mga tahimik, silang mga walang kibo, silang gumaganap ng parehas at tama sa ating lipunan. Sila ang nakararami bagamat hindi nga lang sila ang malalakas ang boses.
Ano pa’t umaabot na sa libo-libong namamatay dahil sa may kaugnayan sa droga ay lihim ito na kinatutuwa ng madlang lipunan. Meron din naman nalulungkot lalo na yun hindi pa nabibiktima. O di kaya ang hanap buhay nila ay asikasuhin ang makasalanan. Pero gaya ko o kaming nakararami na mamamayan, ang himagsikan na sinimulan ng kasalukuyang gobyerno ay sapat na para maramdaman ang hustisyang aming sinisipat-sipat.
Totoong may kinalaman ang pagkamatay o pagkalagas ng hanay ng mga nagdodroga sa pagbaba ng bilang sa krimen. Sino nga naman ang pupugot ng ulo ng kapitbahay mo kundi yun lulon sa bawag na gamut; maliban lang kung katabi ng bahay mo ang kampo ng Abu Sayaf o di kaya nasa kalapit mo ang isang nagbabakasyon galing Syria na membro ng ISIS!
Kaya naman nasa tamang daan ang tinatahak ng ating gobyerno.
Human Rights? Sa totoo lang, ito ay dapat para sa mga humans lang. Pero kung umaastang hindi tao ang isang mukhang nilalang, nararapat lang bilang karapatan ng isang tao ang ipagtanggol ang sarili laban sa mga pwersa na hindi na gumagalang sa kapwa tao. Kung mamarapatin nga lang ang dapat gumanap bilang kawani ng Commission of Human Rights ay mga membro ng vigilante ng sa ganon mapangalagaan nila ang kapakanan ng lahat ng mamamayan laban sa mga kriminal.
Yan ang tunay na Human Rights!
Kung bagaman sa sinehan, ang huling programa sa gabi ay tinatawag na “Last Full Show.” Pagkatapos nyan ay uwian na at ang teatro naman ay magsasara na. Ganyan din ang sitwasyon ng tao. Pagdating sa edad na 50 pataas, lalo na yun nasa mahigit ng 60 (gaya ko at sampu ng aking mga kaibigan, colleague dati sa trabaho at mga kaklase) nasa kalagayang “last full show” na rin.
Masuerte ang umabot ng lagpas 60, lalo nay un nasa edad na 70 o mahigit sa 80. Yun nasa 90 pataas, miski na malakas at maayos pa ang pangagatawan, andiyan naman ang mga degenerative ailments sa nerves at brain o yun tinatawag na Alzeimers or pagiging malilimutin. Talagang hanggang diyan na talaga ang tao. Meron exceptional pero generally speaking walang lumalagpas ng 90, kalimitan nga lang nasa linya ng 60 at 70.
Matapos ang ganitong serye, panibagong henerasyon naman ang pumapalit. Nasa ala-ala na lang nabubuhay ang mga punanaw.
Maliban lang sa mga drug pushers!
Mga sumakabilang buhay ng bata pa ay puro sa aksidente or malubhang sakit. Andiyan si John Lennon, napaslang sa edad na 40. Si Elvis Presley naman namatay sa edad na 44 naatake sa puso. Si Michael Jackson sa edad na 50 nasobrahan sa gamut. Si Paul Walker, magaling na artista na gumanap na race car driver sa Fast and Furious, namatay sa edad na 40 sa aksidente ng sasakyan. Si Amy Winehouse, 5 beses nagawaran ng Grammy Awards, namatay sa edad na 27 sa pag inom ng alak. Baka panis yung nainom na alak!
Swerte si Dolphy dahil sa edad na 84 siya pumanaw. Hindi katulad ni Diomedes Maturan, ang Perry Como ng Piipinas, sa edad na 62 inatake na sa puso. Si Jess Lapid, kasagsagan ng pagkakilala sa kanya bilang action star ay napaslang sa edad na 35.
Si Bruce Lee, namatay sa pag inom ng sobrang gamut sa edad na 32, sa kasagsagan ng kanyang pagka sikat sa pelikula. Si Steve Jobs pumanaw sa edad na 56 habang siya ang kinikilalang bantog na imbentor ng Apple at mga programa sa internet na nagpalaganap ng malawakang kaalaman para sa mga nilalang ng mundo. Si Heath Ledger, bantog na batang artista ay pumanaw sa edad na 28. At marami pang iba kabilang na rin ang Mahal na Hesu Kristo sa edad na 33 at si Gat Jose Rizal sa ganung edad din.
Ang kasalukuyang henerasyon ay napaka -swerte. Noong araw, kapag umabot 50 ang isang tao ay kahanga-hanga na. Ngayon normal lang na umabot hanggang 80 pataas. Kasalukuyan din nalilibang ang karamihan sa dami ng kaalaman na nakatago at napakahirap tuklasin noong araw. Ngayon pupuntahan mo lang ang YouTube at ituturo na lahat ng gusto mong gawin at gusto mong linawin o gusto mong panoorin o pakinggan. Kung gusto mo naman alamin ang isang komplikadong bagay, hindi ka na dapat pumunta sa ibat ibang lugar para mag library o magsaliksik, sa internet lang Google, meron ka na kagad ideya kung ano ang iyong sinasaliksik.
Ang kaalaman ay madaling ng matuklasan. Halos wala ng sikreto sa ating mundo. Nabawasan na rin ang misteryong bumabalot sa ating mga paniniwala at natira na lang ay mga pawang ritwal at tradisyon.
Mahirap tumanda noong araw. Ngayon ang pagtanda ay puno ng adventures at kasiyahan. Miski na sabihin pa na “Last full show” puno pa rin ito ng excitements at thrills. Noong araw ang palabas ay mabagal at malabo pa. Ngayon, bukod sa High Definition, ang lahat ng projections ay favorable sa senses, at madaling maunawaan at nabibigyan pa ang karampatang respeto ang isipan. Meron pa ngang tinagurian virtual reality. Halos wala ng komplikado sa panahon ngayon.
Kung sa kaalaman lang and pinag uusapan, ang nabubuhay sa ngayong panahon ay halos alam na rin ang buod ng kaganapan sa darating na 500 taon pa. Kaya ang “last full show” ay masasabing “the show must go on!” pa rin.
Like a game of Chess, PhP Du30’s latest move—-on declaring vacant all appointive positions in government—is considered a brilliancy. It has never been made before neither has it been explored nor contemplated. Everybody knows that appointive positions are largesse for the politicians. It is there as political reward during the campaign or for whatever loyal projections it may repay. For those in government or those wishing government to be the paragon of ideal public service, they merely have to grin and bear it. Political appointees are the bane, the curse so to speak in government service.
Du30 gambit checkmates government corruption in just one move!
Political appointments are reward positions whether it is admitted or not. That is the reason why when a political appointee assumes his post, his instinct naturally would guide him towards that which made his designation possible—the reward part. And the rewarding part of his position, the unspoken language between appointee and his benefactor—-sounds, smells and looks like corruption in a perfumery. The appointee gets the commission on every transaction there is. He even can formulate measures to make mandatory any procedure that would also make something for him. After his term, it is presumed that he has already recoup whatever expenses, sacrifices or dole outs he may have expended during the campaign period. Corruption, his only means and the only political favor allowed, would have bled government coffers and his constituencies towards hardship. Whatever, there is exchange of favor given, it is even steven from the vantage point of fairness. Meanwhile, government service is rendered in filth, awashed with abuses and irregularities until another batch of political appointees take over the reins and the cycle goes unspoiled.
Only an exceptional few political appointees can be said to have responded well to their calling.
PhP Du30’s brilliant move is unparalleled and may have instantly earned him the proverbial label as a great administrator, the best government leader there is or even as a national hero! Before his ascension to national consciousness, public service is projected in a mentality “tapos na kayo, kami naman” or “kumita na kayo, kami naman” and these are all predicated on corrupt if not inefficient, lackadaisical performance. The public, the clientele is at the far end always, their interest merely uttered during campaign period but after the election, the same seal of frustrations are recycled until the next election is scheduled once again.
PhP Du30 is correct. Even in the absence of political appointees, government service will still function. And this might surprise the skeptics even more because government service may even function better if not exceptional without the appointees. Why not? Those who would take over are career officers who grew up in the institution, knew the vagaries and problems for years, and they have the commitment and devotion to resolve problem areas without even thinking of a reward. Suffice it to say that their smooth retirement in the service is the only rewarding option they can be proud of to receive.
I doff my hat to a great leader! Kudos! Your move made all your predecessors as amateurs.
It tastes like ham and cheese or donuts with coffee. It is very much peach and cream, quiet and blue, faith and reason. It requires concentration, a lot of anticipation, thrilling moments, handful of suspense and bucketful of surprises. This is where blunder means sloppiness, carelessness and inordinate negligence. There is also brilliancy. Chess which originated in India before the 7th century was the most enjoyable mindsport civilized man could embrace however in a fleeting manner rivaled by FB though. No other being outside of his specie can play it well except latter day computers! It is a relaxing activity. And the beauty of every game is not in winning as I learned lately but in losing.
A lot of my friends, peers and colleagues are chess players and they are not the ordinary kind. They play like ranking gamers if not as grandmasters. They are oftentimes ahead of five moves than the regular competitor. And they can easily “check-mate” anyone without giving them the decency of resigning. They are that shrewd when it comes to playing chess. They are unforgiving, almost cruel and less generous.
Chess has been a passion for them, a time filler, an ice breaker, a mood qualifier, an appetizer. Every figment of reality is viewed as if it is a piece of woodwork on the chessboard. And they allocate a period in a day to sharpen their moves. That spells a lot of discipline, a lot of self-control, a lot of sacrifices. In every game of chess, it is impossible to win without gambit, scheme, maneuver and most of all without sacrificing. One learns the art of surrendering with poise more than winning with confidence.
During my high school years, I was almost on top of the chess totem pole in our parish church where I was an acolyte. Great chess players, most of them seminarians, would find time challenging everyone in the convent and that was where I started to earn my spur. I could beat the oldest of them, the elder parish priest himself including his retinue of chess aficionados. The Chess Invitational in the parish did not push through because they assigned me as screener. Participants must pass through me. Unfortunately, nobody has beaten me even if I am “queen less.” That was the time when the religious almost banned chess in the abbey. I became a pariah. No one was playing chess out in the open as long as I was around. I was left holding an empty bag. With no one to play with, my chess acumen and interest waned.
Like any sports activity without practice the player becomes dull and rusted. And I underwent such an unfortunate predilection. I have almost forgotten the routine. Government service that stretched for almost four decades virtually removed the predator in all my chess moves. Worst, there are even programs in computers which one could use in competing and which are unforgiving. Before, the books would show the way and manually, the player would copy the fight on his chessboard. Now, there is a Grandmaster edition which anyone can play with to sharpen his moves.
And as soon as I retired, I plucked out the program from my file and went ahead to challenge a built-in ranking player. I was a bit sloppy at first but as soon as our pieces are colliding on the board, the beast in me was slowly manifesting. I won the game! The first in several years since I played really serious was predated during my juvenile years yet. Old and without practice, I cannot believe that I won.
And then, with much time and no stress related work, I again played. Well, the machine must have sensed my moves and probably studied my various strategies. The second game I lost. The third came and the fourth, the fifth and the sixth, all of which I lost. It is not losing through weak moves, I lost because of the superior moves of the program!
It is here that I realized that it is more fulfilling to lose than win. My threshold of pain increased. My patience extended. My forbearance stretched out. And it is in losing that the mind is whipped in adrenaline strengthening recall and making the memory robust with lessons.
That is correct; as I play chess, while expecting to win, I am also surely excited enough to lose. Right now, I appreciate and get much cerebral inspiration in losing.
If indeed we believe PhPrexy Du30 declared a war on drugs as a mere political propaganda, then we are all mistaken. His declaration has been made and we are actually in the midst of war. In war, the only sad part is the so called collateral damage. In war, everything is fair game, including fairness and innocence. There is no such thing as selective war or a cautious one. In combat, any soldier would swear that he cannot dictate the grenade to explode only on his enemy and that shrapnel should evade the bystanders.
And the President is candid about it. He even imposed a period, a deadline. Accordingly, the war will commence as soon as he assumes the national leadership up until about three months onwards to six if necessary, then his administration will check whether the war made a dent or has resolved anything at all.
And so the battle lines are made. Enemies has been spotted, marked and identified. There were even efforts to telegraph to the enemy lines that war will begin and that areas should be cleared and those at the other end must capitulate. That is one of the kindest tact the war could offer. Outside of that, it will be bloody, unforgiving and inexorable. From the Presidential pulpit, came the pronouncement that war is a relentless crusade to be waged by the armed apparatus of the State.
War is war and anything in between is subject. If there is anything that would favor those in the midst of the war, it is not the fence sitter or the collaborator, only those favored by luck. It is akin to the person who is fortunate; one who bought a ticket from the lottery on the belief that he would win, tongue in cheek, and then wins it! Only a few survives and so many perish in the process. But that is what war is all about. I fear the word itself!
Forget good manners, forget human rights, forget right conduct for a while.
Government is determined to have the upper hand. It has the resources and organization to boot. It must have the resolve and audacity to see its completion. It has the initiative, although belated since the previous administration merely took a glance on the situation, but there is still time and the only factor that will make the war a lasting one is the credibility and integrity of the one leading it.
The consequence of losing the war betrays the future of the country. If government becomes a narco state then everything is in shambles. Every transaction is marked with bias and prejudice. Those leading could no longer profess justice and those enforcing fairness will merely be paragons of inequality.
Sometime past, China was a prosperous tea exporting nation when Europe traded opium to make Chinese subservient to their economic requirements. During ancient times, Europe was almost dependent on tea from China that the latter intended to mark up the cost. Europe was infuriated at the yellow race. In effect, they exported hallucinating hemps into China so that a drug crazed China would not have the intelligence to argue and compete. In a brief period, the ruling dynasty of China felt the effects of the mind-altering substances until history recorded the so called Opium war among Chinese population. It was during this period that the great helmsman Mao Zedong led a ragtag army of rebels bannering communism and took over the reins of government. A war on drugs was ruthlessly waged, thousands were executed and China was saved from wanton destruction. The Reds won. The rest is history.
A war on drugs has historical antecedents and we might as well learn from it. This government is on the brink of a crisis as determined by national leadership. There is a need for a strong response, not the wishy washy kind, not the indecisive manner and vacillating way. If at all there must be a war then so be it. There will be sacrifices; there will surely be damages on every front. God forbid even the guiltless may be doomed. But what are important in the course are the benefits which the succeeding generation, our grandchildren, their children and families, would out rightly gain.
Singapore was a backwater protruding pier in the 50s but with a credible and crusading leadership effectively commanded the city-state into what it is today, a miracle of a nation almost as developed as any advanced country in the world.
Forget how we are. Our society badly needs redemption. Let us think of our loved ones’ future. That way they can say that we have done something for them.
When I learned from my father’s contemporaries that my father saved truckloads of suspected guerrillas in San Pedro, Laguna who were scheduled for execution by the Japanese Imperial Army during World War II, I thought that government should recognize such heroism. My father has that special skill of learning a language easily at a young age and he used that to such advantage by arguing with the Kempetai, assuring that those they arrested were not rebels but ordinary farmers and fisher folks in the area. The Japanese regiment released hundreds on the basis of my father’s explanation in Nippongo and from there on, on my father’s watch, the invading army never bothered the provincial folks in that part of Laguna anymore.
I thought that my father deserves to be buried at the Libingan ng mga Bayani, although he is interred at the exclusive Loyola Memorial Park in Marikina alongside my mother and only sister. But of course that is mere wishful thinking. History is not made of physical structures but more about social consciousness.
The Presidential Burial
It has been decided that former President Ferdinand E. Marcos who died of kidney, heart and lung ailments while in exile in Honolulu, Hawaii in September 28, 1989 at the age of 72 will finally be interred in the “Libingan ng mga Bayani.”
From the time of his death, Marcos was interred in a private mausoleum at Byodo-In Temple on the island of Oahu where his remains were visited daily by the Marcos family, political allies and friends.
As of 2015 his remains were interred inside a refrigerated crypt in Ilocos Norte, where his wife, Imelda, son, Ferdinand Jr., and eldest daughter, Imee have since become elected political leaders in their respective turfs.
Political animosity however made it difficult for the Marcos family to pursue the burial of their patriarch in the Libingan ng mga Bayani until the Du30 administration came into light.
it has been said that Marcos during his lifetime was so preoccupied with his role in history that he made every effort to portray himself always in a heroic manner. He rewrote Philippine History through the books he authored including an ideology which he applied in the course of what he termed as “constitutional authoritarianism” a cover for Martial Law indicating that the people need not worry except the oligarchs, criminal syndicates and the rebels.
While the country was under his dictatorial watch, he imposed discipline as a cultural highlight and built structures that would last and serve even after his term has ended. To his credit the Heart Center for Asia, Lung Center, Kidney Center of the Philippines, Cultural Center of the Philippines, National Highway, San Juanico Bridge were just a few of the lasting legacy he left behind serving the general population.
Until politics intervened. And he was pictured in a manner depicting villainy.
Libingan ng mga Bayani
Heroes’ Cemetery, also officially known as Libingan ng mga Bayani in Tagalog, is a Philippine national cemetery within Fort Bonifacio (formerly the American Fort William McKinley) in Western Bicutan, Taguig City, Metro Manila, Philippines.
It was established as a fitting resting place for Filipino military personnel from privates to generals, as well as Filipino heroes and martyrs. Among those buried in the cemetery are most of the defenders of May 1942 (during World War II), and those who fought in various battlefields of the Allied Liberation of the Philippines from 1942 to 1945. It also contains the national Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It is established as the Filipino counterpart to the Manila American Cemetery and Memorial, which houses the remains of United States personnel who died during the same war.
It was first established on May 1947 as the Republic Memorial Cemetery. It was then renamed to its current name on 27 October 1954 by President Ramon Magsaysay.
Philippine presidents Elpidio Quirino, Carlos P. Garcia and Diosdado Macapagal; vice presidents Arturo Tolentino and Salvador H. Laurel; national heroes of the Philippines; generals Artemio Ricarte and Carlos P. Romulo; Armed Forces of the Philippines Chief of Staff Angelo Reyes; and senator Blas Ople are also buried in the cemetery.
On the cemetery’s entrance it is written: “I do not know the dignity of his birth, but I do know the glory of his death.”
According to Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) Regulation The Allocation of Cemetery Plots at the LNMB issued on 9 April 1986 by former AFP Chief of Staff Gen. Fidel V. Ramos and President Corazon C. Aquino, along with members of the military, the following persons are entitled to be interred at Heroes’ Cemetery:
*Medal of Valor awardees
*Presidents or Commanders-in-Chief, AFP
*The secretaries of National Defense
*AFP Chiefs of Staff, General/Flag Officers, active and retired military personnel, and former AFP members who laterally entered/joined the Philippine National Police (PNP) and the Philippine Coast Guard (PCG)
*Veterans of the Philippine Revolution of 1896, the First and Second World Wars, as well as recognized guerrillas
*Government dignitaries, statesmen, national artists and other deceased persons whose interment has been approved by the commander-in-chief, Congress or the Secretary of National Defense, and
*Former Presidents, Secretaries of National Defense, widows of former Presidents, *Secretaries of National Defense and Chiefs of Staff
However, those who were dishonorably separated, reverted, or discharged from the service, and those who were convicted of an offense involving moral turpitude cannot be buried at the cemetery.
The former President FE Marcos was never convicted at all. There are still cases pending but nothing has spelled conviction yet. Well, except for the Guinness Book of Record (which featured him as a bad guy) which is not a legal instrument at all but more of a data spiel.
National Pantheon for Presidents of the Philippines
Republic Act 289 or An Act Providing for the Construction of a National Pantheon for Presidents of the Philippines, National Heroes, and Patriots of the Country created the Board on National Pantheon. The law was enacted on 16 June 1948. However, such a pantheon has yet to be erected.
A Religious View
A spiritual pundit once challenged a follower with a hypothetical question. What if, according to him, the Pope issues an encyclical requiring all Churches and Temples to set a special corner for Judas Iscariot to be venerated along with Saints, notwithstanding betrayal but on the basis that he was once an active Apostle? Will that be acceptable to the Catholic laity? Is it blasphemous or heretical? Coming as it were from the See, will it gain adherence among the faithful? I don’t know. Perhaps it may be reckoned although for two thousand years, this idea has never been explored. This may also be a syllogism which is applicable in venerating heroes too.
“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost “ says an activist and I believe it too. My father, myself and my friends in the Correctional System have done it and even if we are not recognized, worst even misunderstood, we never wished for heroism. But one thing is sure. Our deeds will never be forgotten nor buried in any Libingan. It will always find its repose in the hearts of our friends and loved ones.
During the wake of my father, a longtime friend and a neighbor came. He just arrived from Uganda where he was an OFW contractual worker for almost 5 years. He was architect-engineer and assigned by a US firm to certify if UN assisted infrastructure projects have been completed. It was a rewarding job except that he was always on the field right where the local community resides.
It was a near shocking, almost shuddering experience for him. We had a very interesting conversation.
“Kamusta pareng Ador ang buhay OFW?”
“Naku, pareng Ven, hanggang hindi ka makarating sa ibang bansa, hindi mo talaga mamahalin ang sarili mong bansa.”
“Mukhang matinding bansa yung napuntahan mo yata, sa Africa ba yun pare?”
“Pareng Ven, ang mahihirap doon ay talagang mahirap. Kung ikukumpara mo mahirap dito sa Pinas, and poor dito ang pinaka middle class na nila doon!”
“Buti hindi ka kinain doon Pareng Ador!”
“Hindi naman Pareng Ven, hehehe. Alam mo pare dito ang pangarap ng mahihirap ay magkaroon ng sariling bahay, pirmis na trabaho, maayos na pagkain. Doon pare, hindi ka maniwala, ang pangarap lang ng mga tao ay magkaroon lang ng kulambo!”
“Hahaha, tangina naman pareng Ador, baka naman sa ospital ng may sayad yung napuntahan mo!”
“Hindi pareng Ven, talagang ordinaryong community yun doon. Walang makain ang tao doon kundi rasyon na galing sa gobyerno na puro munggo lang. Ang langaw dun kasing laki ng ipis natin. Kaya kung ang isang pamilya ay kakain o matutulog dapat nasa loob ng kulambo. Grabe ang kahirapan doon. Dito sa atin, ang pulubi kahit paano mukhang mabubuhay pa, doon pare, talagang naghihingalo na!”
“Sabagay pareng Ador, ang mahirap dito tumambay lang sa palengke, may pang ulam na, makakakain kahit paano. Pero dun sa napuntahan mo grabe pala ha??!!”
“Ay sinabi mo pa! Kaya nung lumapag ako dito sa airport natin, yun unang poste, poste yun pare ha, niyakap ko na kagad ng maiigi, iniyakan ko pa na parang kamag-anak, at sa paghagulgul ko, sinabi kong hindi ko na iiwan ang poste!”
It was a harrowing exposure especially for someone like my neighbor who virtually grew up in a community where being poor is a matter of choice and not as a destiny.
It dawned upon me the consciousness that indeed the “good life” is there in our own community of orientation. It is there where not only relatives but friends can easily be accessed. Well, at this point, distance is no longer a factor as it was in the past. There is FB to rectify the loose ends. And it means not only the good life, but a better one. So rejoice!
The introduction of the elite force of PNP into the mainstream of the prison community is a welcome respite as far as gangs are concerned. They brought in a semblance of order through martial discipline in an erstwhile chaotic albeit deceptive environment. While thick walls, barb wires and solid iron bars define correctional air, the presence of a small number of prison guards provides the cold and inhuman condition of the facility with a human face. Now, add some more warm bodies, youthful, fresh looking, mild mannered, handsome in full body armour, then the atmosphere becomes festive and celebratory.
The prison guards to a long termer or lifer are unbearably contemptuous already since they know the rules on con games. They have acquired a certain amount of behavioral immunity from their long association and informal orientation with their elder peers in the service. They can no longer be fooled. Prisoners wanted visitors so that they can share their pains, their frustrations, their defeats. Prison guards no longer represent as sympathetic symbol as they once were. Prisoners wish to be visited by priests, nuns, do-gooders, anyone so that it will give them a semblance of humanity.
The entry of soldiers, not only a handful but an entire battalion is almost manna from heaven. They have in their midst the future PNP officers, future leaders, incorruptible, idealists, well trained, well mannered, cultured, refined and trained in the art of war. What more would a lowlife needs than to rub elbows with this kind of perfected beings.
But for a Forensic Psychologist like me looking in, this could present an unfortunate scenario. There is the so called transference that initially inflicts a person exposed in an incarcerated environment. Behavioral transference cannot be measured although its potency to affect a person is inevitable. This is true when a person is exposed to a homogenous group most of which are managed by social if not pathological deviants. The strength of numbers virtually conducts the transference and the person who is affected is not even aware of it.
Let me give an example. There is a place in Bulacan where the provincial accent is high. They tend to communicate in a manner as if they are singing. Now, let’s have someone, say from the town of Cubao, take a month long vacation in Bulacan and I tell you, he will speak with the same provincial accent already once he is back in his hometown. That is, lingual transference. Language is used for communication and it supplements action and thereby behavior is affected.
Now, let me go back to prison. In NBP, there are around 20 thousand prisoners. Its sheer volume has created a culture of its own. It has developed its own norms, standards and even a language, some kind of a provincial accent, of its own. They who would have stayed for a defined period in this setting is eventually “prisonized”. And this big number can easily influence a small number, say even the usual strong 150 security personnel on shifting duty for 8 hours. The prison behavior attacks the senses and emotions of those exposed to it, not to mention attitude, outlook and mannerisms. Whether aware or not, there is already behavioral transference.
Bear in mind that the prison community is the exact opposite of the free community. If you don’t believe me try this experiment. Observe your friend in the free community when you mention to them their loved ones and as certain as day and night, they will smile. Now, mention to a prisoner their loved ones and they instantly will scowl in sadness. That is the big difference. And if a prison worker is not aware of this distinction, he is most likely to lose his sanity.
The new prison worker would always be at a loss. His life or work in a marginal community is fraught not only with danger but with a lot of negative influences. He should be careful about those who committed robbery not because he will be robbed but that he might be taught on how to rob! He should be cautious on those murderers not because he will be slaughtered but that they might teach him the art of killing for a prize.
The newbie realizes that there is no such thing as overnight sainthood. Once an offender is admitted in prison, it takes the whole judicially prescribed period of incarceration for his eventual reformation. You can aim the end of the cannon on the temple of a convict and pray that he will mend his ways instantly only to discover that you have been pickpocketed while you are reciting the threatening edict.
There are a number of prison personnel who lost their minds and went on to become cuckoos. Others trod the criminal path. Correctional work is not simply guarding with a straight face. It requires a lot of understanding, patience and audacity to help a part of humanity walk on the road to penance. It is a career built on sacrifice, misunderstanding and intrigue.
The modus vivendi of sending battle ready troops is to engage enemies in mortal combat. Of course, it is conducted in a coliseum never in a prison camp unless we intend to restore medieval practices where prisoners were fed to the lions once the gladiators had pierced their glistening swords on the flesh of the condemned targets.
No, I am not contesting the wisdom of sending in the troops. For all we know, during tough times only warriors are pushed to the limits. And the penitentiary has given government a big headache. Well, the problem is not in the prison community actually but on the policies that shaped the community. Previous directors, all appointed politically had the power to do something but since corrections is alien to them, they merely coasted along. This came about until administrative negligence piled up, one prison leadership term after another. Heads of career officers came tumbling down as reflective changes occur in response to poor administrative performance until finally, out of anyone to blame, poor prison guards were made as culprits.
As a consequence, the “culprits” were replaced by SAF. Meanwhile, selecting prison leadership from the roster of those who are as yet is to know what exactly is corrections, remains a mysterious field to tread on. The SAF formula may as yet prove effective but experience wise, there is nothing reflected in history with any successful recital by invading forces. Marines, police, SWAT, a composite team were called before and still the problem persists.
The elite SAF has better things to do than become pseudo convicts later on. Tell you frankly, if the intention really why a well-trained commando is to be assigned in the area is to nip corruption in the bud replacing the usual prison guards in the midst, then why not remove the “root of evil” in the compound instead. Declare money as prison contraband. Simply put, without money in circulation, there is no medium to use as an instrument of corruption.
For two weeks under the strict supervision of the Special Forces, there are still contrabands the facility yields. Accordingly, prisoners are creative when it comes to transporting in contrabands. But when the prison guards are the ones who made the confiscation, it is not creativity but the prison guards are presumed to have been at fault.
Anyway, let us send in prison personnel and then after all have been said and done please re-train the SAF all over again. Send ‘em soldiers back to the academe for refresher. Let us not add more misery on the roster of performance of our at times benighted warriors. For all we know, some of them may have been recruited as gang members! 44 is a casualty count we do not wish to increase any further.
Insurgency in the country did not grow out of the barrel of the gun. It is not even a product of cultural or political idiosyncrasies. It may reflect a bit socially but it is more complex. It is something deeper than meets the eye. If someone believes that its terms can be ended with a whistle then the fellow is not of this world. This social malady actually emanated more from discontent.
Let us tackle the NPA led communist insurgency. While it can be said that its forces of 260,000 strong partisan believers were whittled down to about 26,000 to date, the hard core remain basically the same. The group will wage war until it grabs political power; until it assumes the role of government. And there is nothing in between their struggle, no gray areas whatsoever. They have pseudo organizations (NDF/Bayan/CPP) that serve as listening posts, branches in society expressive of their involvement in social affairs, even as participants in local and national government affairs, but these are merely terms of concerns to project relevance in the consciousness of the people. Now, how do we deal with this force?
And then there is MNLF which became MILF and which later reappeared as BIFF. There were several break away factions like Abu Sayaf. All these organizations and its subgroupings came directly from Islamic bloodline. While they are not the kind that would intend to take over government, they merely wanted their areas undisturbed by government. But government does not want to capitulate its armed wing in favor of Muslim armed components. That is where the problem lies. Now, how do we deal with this force?
For sure, the problems posed by these groups present a challenge to political leadership. If by peace means that rebellious forces or those labeled as insurgents would throw away their firearms, with full stretched arms raised above their vowed heads, the cinematic kind of surrender, then we are only feeding our thoughts with wild imagination.
Insurgencies are born out of desperation, disgruntlement and dissatisfaction with the way society is handled.
The communists believe that the capture of the State is an indispensable prerequisite for implementing a system of political, economic and social communism—towards a classless society. Marxism does not subscribe to duality of purpose or hitherto collaboration with any other system. That is the hard line position.
Muslims on the other hand are resilient. Their strategies consisted of adaptation, fusion, sometimes resistance when threatened, but a realistic acknowledgement of the reality of their Muslim minority status in non-Muslim states. Unlike their Christian counterparts, they never proselytize.
It is easier to deal with Muslims than talk peace with NPA although ideological refinements has long been dismissed with the collapse of communism in the Eastern Bloc as expressed in the politics of USSR. It is only communism, the Red China version, which maintains the purity of its purpose although it has been seen as revisionism as pursued by its former Chair Deng Xiao Ping who has been quoted to have remarked when questioned regarding his political posture on transnational incursion when he said that “I don’t care whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches the mice!” China has since ascended as a superpower in global politics and economy.
Now, where do we situate our posturing when it comes to the pursuit of peace? Government is not in a position of strength while negotiating if it is saddled with internal weaknesses. Peace advocates in government cannot hold their head up when issues regarding large scale corruption haunts almost all members of Congress! President Du30 as a good and brilliant leader, on his own, no matter how adroit he could be, could only make promises but could not bind it formally unless he will be provided with progressive legislation. This he cannot do if the legislature has lost its integrity.
There will be peace albeit a temporary one and full of compromises. Membership in the cabinet for Leftist bloc is one. Passage of BBL is another. But it would be lasting if the President will set aside Congress since most of its members would just be very busy in court defending themselves from their involvement with Napoles’ scam and related irregularities.
President Du30 is lily clean, damn honest and is perceived as a no-nonsense leader. He has the respect of a renewed Armed Forces, the loyalty of a revitalized Law Enforcement pillar and the devotion of the populace.
With a clean hand, government will be able to pursuit lasting peace. The rebels would be very willing to lay down their arms not in surrender but in complete submission. Their leaders would have no other option but reckon. The rebels would find their role as cadre of a new political force and watchers of an efficient bureaucracy. Through their respective representation, they can fashion out a law that would be very responsive to advancement in the quality of life.
For a defined period, the President must have to rule by decree. There is no other way. Let’s call it Federalism or Parliamentary government, whatever. The goods will be there.
There will be peace and harmony. Crime will no longer pose as major obstacle but merely as a nuisance. Competence will rule and prosperity will abound.
Yes, insurgency can be solved and senior citizens like me will be very lucky to bear witness to this development.