SAMPUNG DEKADA NG LIWAYWAY
Sa pagdiriwang ng 102 anibersaryo ng magasing Liwayway, na siyang pinakamatagal na nananatili sa sirkulasyon.
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Buwan
ng Wika at Araw ng mga Pambansang Bayani kaya sa Pilipino ko isinulat ito –
Isang bukas na liham-pahayag para sa bagong henerasyon ng mga kabataang
nagtatangkang maging aktibista. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang ginawa ng pamilya
Marcos sa inyo at naging tagahasik kayo ng black
propaganda laban sa kanila. Biktima ba kayo? Ang inyong mga magulang?
Nasaksihan niyo ba ang mga pangyayari o ito’y idinuldol lamang sa inyong
pananaw at isipan?
Ako
po, panahon ni Pangulong Ferdinand E. Marcos nang gibain ang bahay namin sa
Navotas ng walang karampatang kabayaran. Nasa high school pa lang ako noon. Dalawa lang kami ng nanay ko na
nagpalipat-lipat ng tirahan habang kung ilang taong sinikap niya na mabigyan
kami ng kabayaran; dumanas kami ng hirap, lalo na ang nanay ko; at muntik na
akong hindi nakapag-aral kundi sa tulong ng mga kaibigan at kamag-anak ng tatay
ko. Naging aktibista ang pananaw ko at sumama pa ako sa mga kilos-protesta ng
Kabataang Makabayan (KM) laban kay Pangulong Marcos. Ang nanay ko ang nanatiling
naniniwala kay Marcos – Loyalista hanggang sa pagtanda at huling hininga.
Salamat
sa gabay ng nanay ko, hindi ako tuluyang nahatak sa kilusan. Taglay ko ang
adhikaing makabayan at hindi iyon mawawala sa akin. Hindi naman sa pagbubuhat
ng bangko, pero kung nagtuloy ako, baka naging kasapi ako ng central committee ng Communist Party of
the Philippines (CPP) o kumander ng New People’s Army (NPA). Sa Halip,
nagsaliksik ako at napatunayan sa sarili ang maraming katotohanang gumising at
nagmulat sa akin. Hindi lang ako, maging ang mga naging mentors ko noon – Ka Nilo Tayag, Co-founder at Chairman ng
Kabataang Makabayan (KM) at Secretary General ng CPP, Dominador "Ka
Domeng" Arellano, Spokesman ng Pambansang Samahan ng Makabayang Tsuper
(PSMT), etc., ay nakasama ko rin sa pagbabagong-pananaw. Dahil nadiskubre namin
na ang tunay na kaaway ay hindi si Marcos, kundi ang mga oligarkong kumukontrol
sa lipunan at negosyo, ang mga lintang pulitiko at militar na nagpapasasa sa
yaman ng bayan, ang mga pasistang nakaabito na lumilinlang sa kaisipan ng
mamamayan, at ang mga dayuhang nanghihimasok at nagsasamantala sa ating
soberanya at yamang-kalikasan. Sa aming pagsasaliksik, nalaman namin na hindi
Komunismo ang ideolohiyang kailangan ng Pilipinas kundi marapat magkaroon ito
ng sarili at lantay na pananaw at pilosopiya mula sa sarili nitong kalinangan,
kultura at kasaysayan (Minsang tinukoy ko itong Maharlikanismo). Sa madaling
salita, naliwanagan at nagising kami sa katotohanan. SANA MAGISING NA RIN KAYO
AT MAKIPAGKAISA PARA SA BAYAN!
Ngayon
kung nais ninyo ay maging aktibista para sa bayan at mamamayan, dapat pananaw
at kapakanan nila ang inyong pinapanigan. Ang taong-bayan ay maliwanag na mulat
at gising na sa katotohanan. Pinili nilang ibalik ang isang Marcos sa
Malacañang. Huwag ninyong baliwalain ang kanilang kinimkim na galit sa loob ng
tatlong dekadang panlilinlang ng mga trapong pulitiko at dilawang media. Kung kayo ay sasalungat sa
kagustuhan ng taong-bayan, para kanino kayo gumagalaw?
Sa
palagay ninyo makakakuha kayo ng simpatiya at pagsang-ayon mula sa taong-bayan
sa ganitong propaganda na patuloy na paninira sa kanilang inihalal na pangulo?
Bakit
hindi ang tungkol sa Mendiola Massacre at Hacienda Luisita Massacre ang ilaban
ninyong magkaroon ng katarungan? Bakit hindi ninyo tulungan ang pamahalaan
upang masugpo ang pagsasamantala ng mga buwitreng negosyante na siyang nagpapataas sa
halaga ng mga bilihin? Bakit hindi kayo tumulong na ilantad sa publiko ang mga
nagpapakalat ng maling impormasyon o ang mga nanabotahe sa ekonomiya? Huwag
kayong pasuhol sa mga nananamantalang mangangalakal, buwayang pulitiko at pasistang
oligarko. Dito, susuporta sa inyo ang taong-bayan!
Ang
kulang sa kasalukuyang mga nag-aambisyong maging aktibista ay pagsasaliksik sa
kung ano ang katotohanan at pagsusuri ng mga pananaw na nagpapagalaw sa lipunan.
Napakahabang salaysayin kung iisa-isahin ko, pero kung hangad ninyo ay patas na
pagsasaliksik at katotohanan, basahin ninyo ng buo ang mga sinulat ko sa aking
mga blog posts. (Maaring isipin ninyo
pagkabasa ng mga ito na ako’y isang Loyalista ni Marcos. Tama, naging Loyalista
ako matapos ang masusing pagsasaliksik at pagtitimbang sa mga pangayayari,
subali’t ang pagkamakabayan ay hindi ko kailanman tatalikuran.)
Magbibigay
ako ng ilang halimbawa:
1.
SI NINOY AQUINO AY HINDI KAILAN MAN MAITUTURING NA BAYANI! Marami sa mga dating
kasapi ng kilusang aktibismo ang nakatuklas na si Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino Jr ay
isa umanong “double agent” na nagtatrabaho para sa US State Department (USSD)
at Central Intelligence Ageny (CIA). Nagsimula siya sa gawaing ito bilang media correspondent sa Korean War.
Pagkatapos ay naging ahenteng ispiya siya ng mga Kano sa pamahalaan ni
Pangulong Ramon Magsaysay habang nakikipag-usap kay Luis Taruk, pinuno ng
Partido Socialista ng Pilipinas. Pagkatapos nito, palihim din siyang tumulong
na mabuo noon ang CPP-NPA-NDF ni Jose Maria “Joma” Sison at Bernabe “Kumander
Dante” Buscayno. Si Ninoy at si Joma ang nagplano ng pagbomba ng Plaza Miranda
(Agosto 21, 1971), na ibinintang nila kay Marcos. Pero ang hindi alam ni Joma,
binigyan ng CIA si Ninoy ng go-signal
sa planong ito. Ang layunin ay upang magkagulo at matanggal nila sa puwesto si
Pangulong Marcos. Nang magtrabaho ako bilang freelance researcher para kay Senador Jovito Salonga, na
maituturing na pader ng Liberal Party noon, nakumpirma ko ang bagay na ito. Hindi
makapaniwala ang senador na magagawa ni Ninoy ito subali’t si Buscayno diumano
mismo ang nagtapat sa kaniya ng katotohanan. Dito nagsimulang umasim ang
ugnayan nila ni Cory at sumuway siya sa kagustuhan ng balo ni Ninoy na
panatilihin ang base-militar ng mga Kano sa Pilipinas. Tinanggal naman siya
bilang Senate President at inilaglag bilang kandidato sa pagkapangulo ng mga
dilawang puitiko (Sayang, isa sana siyang naging magaling na pangulo ng bansa). Bagama't may mga nailahad na siya sa publiko at sa kaniyang aklat na A Journey of Struggle and Hope, labis ang pagka-loyal ni Salonga
sa Liberal Party kaya isinama na lang niya hanggang libingan ang marami sa mga
katotohanang natuklasan niya tungkol kay Ninoy.
Si
Joma Sison, hindi man niya aminin, pero maraming beses niyang pinuri si Marcos
noon, lalo na nang simulan ng pangulo ang kaniyang Independent Foreign Policy
at magsimulang makipag-ugnayan sa mga socialist
countries na China, Russia, Cuba at Libya. Kaya lang kapag umamin kasi
siya, malalantad din na nalinlang siya ni Ninoy Aquino na isang ngang double-agent ng CIA at USSD, at sa ilang
pagkakataon ay nagamit pa ang puwersa ng CPP-NPA-NDF sa plano ng mga Kano na
pabagsakin si Marcos. Tandaan din ninyo,
kayong galit ngayon sa bansang China pero mga tagahanga ni Joma, na ang
ideolohiya na gumagabay sa CPP ay Maoism (mula kay Mao Zedong). Maging si Risa
Hontiveros at ang kaniyang dating mentor
na si Randy David ay pro-China at nakakiling sa Maoist Ideology, at anti-US imperialism
noon, pero mukhang nag-iba ang simoy ng hangin. Dahil sa ngayon tila nagagamit
si Hontiveros ng mga pasistang oligarko.
2. HINDI NAGNAKAW SI MARCOS, KUNDI NAG-ABONO PA. Saan niya kinuha ang kayamanan? Kasi kung susumahin mo, saan kukuha si Marcos ng kayamanang tinatayang nasa 1.2 trillion dollars (1987 estimate, batay sa lathalaing Executive Inteligence Review), na kahit pagsamasamahin mo lahat ng laman ng Philippine Treasury mula kay Aguinaldo hanggang ngayon ay walang ganoong kalaking halaga? Isang newspaper columnist at kritiko ni Marcos, si Hilarion "Larry" Henares, ang nakapuna rin nito. Ang average annual government budget (dollar exchange rate and inflation taken into consideration) noong panahon ni Pangulong Marcos ay nasa humigit-kumulang 120-million pesos. Ang estimated cost ng lahat ng kaniyang infrastructure projects ay humigit-kumulang 870-billion pesos. Hindi magsisinungaling ang matematika (Maraming halimbawang proyekto ni Marcos akong maibibigay kung saan nag-abono siya ng pangpondo at ilan dito ay nai-blog ko na). Meron ba ritong makapagpapaliwanag kung saan kinuha ni Marcos ang pinang-abono niya? Sa mga nagsasabing ninakaw niya ay sagutin ninyo kung saan niya nanakawin kung wala namang ganoong halagang mananakaw. Narinig niyo na siguro ang Yamashita Treasure (hindi po Tallano Gold ah, kagaguhan lamang ng isang LP senator yun. Pero sa ibang pagkakataon na ito)?
2.
SINO ANG TUNAY NA MAGNANAKAW? Ang mga paintings
at jewelries na naiwan sa Malacañang
matapos ang 1986 EDSA Revolt, sino ang kumuha at nag-angkin? Ang mga ito ay
bigay kay Imelda Marcos ng mga artists at royalties. Pag-aari dapat ng mga
Marcos yun, pero hindi nila inilagay sa bahay nila kundi sa Malacañang, sa
National Museum at Central Bank. Matapos ang 1986 EDSA Revolt, nawala ang ilan
sa mga ito. Ngunit ang mga lihim na kasamaan ay hindi maitatago habangbuhay.
Ilan sa mga alahas at paintings ay
nakita sa mga Cojuangcos at Aquinos. Halimbawa, nang mamatay si Cory, sinabi ni
Kris na wala siyang hihinging mana kundi ang self-portrait ni Amorsolo at ang obra ni Ang Kiokuk. Ang mga ito ay kabilang sa mga nawawalang paintings sa Malacañang. Isang
reporter-photographer ang nagsiwalat ng isang larawan ni Kris Aquino kung saan
suot niya ang isang kuwintas na pag-aari ni Imelda. Ang tanging sagot ni Kris
ay “fake copy” lang daw yun. Sa masusing pagtingin makikitang ito nga ang
alahas ng dating Unang Ginang. ANG KASAYSAYAN AY MAY KAKAYAHANG MAGSIWALAT NG
KATOTOHANANG SA TAKDANG PANAHON AT ANG KARMA AY MARUNONG MAGBIGAY NG
KATARUNGAN!
3.
Naging freelance writer din ako mula noong ako’y nag-aaral pa lamang. Panahon
ni Marcos, hindi ako kailanman na-censured;
na-published ng buo ang mga
artikulong sinulat ko. Katunayan nanalo pa ako sa essay-writing contest na sponsored
ng Malacañang kahit pa may banat ako laban kay Marcos doon sa sinulat ko.
Panahon ni Cory, sinabihan ang mga editors
ko na huwag ilabas ang mga sinulat ko tungkol sa environment, flood control at
US bases. Sa panahon ni Cory, WALANG PRESS FREEDOM kung hindi ka nila
kapanalig.
4.
PINASLANG NG PANAHON NI CORY AQUINO. Ang kaibigan kong si Lean Alejandro,
founder ng Bagong Alyansang Makabayan (BAYAN). Pinatay siya ng mga hitmen ng Yellow Army noong September
19, 1987, matapos siyang mag-anunsyo ng pambansang kilos-protesta laban sa
pamahalaan ni Cory Aquino. Kung tutuusin malaki ang naitulong niya sa EDSA,
pero nadismaya siya nang hindi tumupad sa mga ipinangakong pagbabago ang
rehimeng Cory. Bago pa siya, si Rolando Olalia, lider ng Kilusang Mayo Uno
(KMU) ay pinatay rin wala pang siyam na buwan pagkaupo ni Cory. Huwag din
nating kalimutan ang madugong pagpaslang sa mga magsasaka sa Mendiola Massacre
at Hacienda Luisita Massacre! Malayong-malayo sa kalingkingan ni Lean ang mga
sumunod na namuno sa BAYAN o sa iba pa mang grupong kabataang nag-aastang
aktibista.
5.
ANG TUNAY NA TUTA NG MGA KANO. Si Pangulong Marcos, pinahanga niya ang mga Kano
sa kaniyang talino at pamumuno, kaya tinangka nilang hawakan siya sa leeg at
kontrolin. Nang simulan niyang kumawala sa kadena ng mga Kano, lalo na nang
baguhin niya ang Saligang-Batas at lagyan ng hangganan ang pananatili ng US
Military Bases, pinagplanuhan na siyang pabagsakin ng makapangyarihang US Liberal
Democratic bloc. Ito ang nuno ng mga imperyalista na lumilikha ng digmaan sa
daigdig, nag-aalis at pumapatay ng mga pinuno ng bansang tumatangging sumunod
sa kagustuhan nila. Ang tangkang pagkarit ni Marcos sa kuko ng Agilang Panot ay
lihim na nagpagalit sa kanila. Ito ay humantong sa panggigipit sa pamahalaang
Marcos ng US government, tuloy-tuloy na paninira ng western press, sinadyang
pagpatay kay Ninoy Aquino (Agosto 21, 1983, parehong araw at eksaktong 12 taon
matapos ang pagbomba sa Plaza Miranda), at nagtapos sa 1986 EDSA Revolt.
Si
Cory Aquino, iniluklok ng mga Kano kapalit ng pagpatay sa kaniyang asawa; at
naging sunud-sunuran sa mga Kano lalo na sa kaniyang mga among Democrats.
Pakatandaan natin na pinilit ni Cory na panatilihin ang mga base-militar ng mga
Kano, kundi lang sumabog ang Bulkang Pinatubo. Dito nga nagkalabuan sila ni
Sen. Salonga. Ang tumulong sa kaniyang mailuklok sa puwesto na si General Fidel
V. Ramos, ang itinuturing na “American Bulldog” ng mga aktibista ng Unang Bahagdang
Unos ay inilagay niya bilang Kalihim ng Tanggulang Bansa upang sawatain ang mga
sasalungat sa dilawang pamahalaan. Ganoon din ang kaniyang anak na si Noynoy
Aquino, na sa wika ng isang kasapi ng Anonymous Philippines ay “tutang laging
nakaamoy sa puwet ni Obama,” na sa dami ng mga kapalpakan, kurapsyon, at
iskandalong ginawa sa puwesto ay itinuturing na pinakamasamang naging pangulo
ng Pilipinas.
Tungkol
naman sa 20 pisong bigas: Wala namang sinabi si Pangulong Ferdinand “Bongbong”
Marcos Jr na gagawin niyang 20 piso ang halaga ng isang kilong bigas sa isang
iglap pagkaupo niyang pangulo. Ang sabi niya ay pangarap niyang mangyari yun.
Ito ay nabanggit niya noong Mayo 2022: “.... I will work to bring down the
price, so that we can achieve our dream – the P20 to P30 na bigas.”
(Magtatrabaho ako upang mapababa natin ang presyo, para maisakatuparan ang
ating pangarap – ang P20 hanggang P30 na bigas.) Kayong mga dilawan at
malabulaw, huwag kayong magtagpi-tagpi ng mga salita upang sirain ang isang
adhikain.
Ito
ay ilan lamang sa mga kongkretong ebidensya (mahirap tibagin), hindi haka-haka,
hindi paninira, hindi yellow journalism,
hindi black propaganda!
A BRIEF LOOK AT 100
YEARS OF HISTORY
It all started in 1923. A school was established by the Philippine Chinese Educational Foundation (PCEF) through the leadership of Carlos Palanca Sr (1869-1950), a businessman and philanthropist who migrated to the Philippines in 1884. Palanca Sr, whose birth name was Tan Guin Lay (陳迎來) was born in Amoy, Qing China (now Xiamen) in 1869. He came to Manila together with his uncle and godfather, Tan Quien-sien (陳謙善, 1844-1901), who was at the time, the acting Consul General in Amoy. Both of them adopted the name of their benefactor, Carlos Palanca y Gutierrez, a Spanish colonel and the gobernadocillo of gremio de chino de las islas filipinas (Chinese guild of the Philippine Islands).
The
younger Carlos Palanca Sr is the same person who founded the La Tondeña Incorporada
(which later became Ginebra San Miguel) in 1902, and in whose honor the Don
Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature was established in 1950.
The
school that Palanca founded was originally named Philippine Chinese High School
(PCHS) and consisted only of 47 students. It was the first Chinese-Pilipino secondary school in the Philippines. Two classroom of the Anglo-Chinese
School (Later Tiong Se Academy) in Binondo, Manila were used. Classes started
on June 27, 1923, thus the date became the foundation day of the school.
In
1937, the first batch of alumni organized the PCHS Alumni Association, with Mr.
Go Seng Guan elected as the first president. A year later, the PCEF organized a
board of trustees which would take over the management of the school. Mr. Go
Chong Beng was the first chairman of the board. In 1940, a new school building
was constructed along Jose Abad Santos Street. This was made possible through
the efforts of Dr. Teng Chiu Huang who served as the 7th school principal and Mr.
Sy Eng, the president of the Educational Association and at the same time the
chairman of the Board of Trustees, and funded by donations from various sectors
of the Chinese community.
After
serving for 20 years as principal, Dr. Huang passed away. A memorial foundation
was established in his honor. In 1961, the foundation bought a 10,000 square
meter lot in Caloocan City, which later became the campus grounds of the PCHS
Annex. Classes started on June 1967 with around 320 students.
In
1976, the Marcos Administration filipinized all Chinese schools in the
Philippines, and the school was renamed Philippine Cultural High School, having
the same acronym – PCHS.
Additional
buildings were constructed in the PCHS (Annex) Caloocan campus in 8th Avenue, Grace Park, during the late
1970s to house classrooms for pre-schoolers and elementary student and, in the 1990s, the extension buildings were added. On the other hand, the new PCHS (Main) building in the Manila campus, along Jose Abad Santos St., was completed in early 1988.
In
2008, the school opened its college and changed its name to Philippine Cultural
College (PCC). At the same time, the school changed its organizational
structure, with the president being the highest in office and a vice president
each for the college and the basic education departments. Dr. Lily Go was named
president of Philippine Cultural College and Dr. Sining Marcos Kotah as vice
president of the secondary, elementary and kinder departments of both the
Manila and the Caloocan campuses.
On
January 15, 2012, ground-breaking ceremony for the construction of a new PCC
building in Cuenco St. corner Tuazon St., Quezon City. The lot on which the school building would stand was donated by Mr. Benito Cu and Ms. Elena
Cu Uy. The construction of the new college building went into full swing.
Alumni responded by giving generous donations. With the opening of the new
college building, PCC began its march into the future, tasked with providing
trilingual education, with the propagation of Chinese-Filipino culture, and with
nurturing the hearts and minds of the youth. Everybody at PCC, students,
teachers, and alumni are united as one, in their vigorous pledges to contribute
more to society and to the Pilipino nation.
MARKING THE 100TH
YEAR
It rained early in the day, June 25, 2023, but the weather calmed down as the sun
nears the mid-sky. Alumni dressed in red started gathering in the meeting
places to wait for the rides that will take us to the Philippine International
Convention Center (PICC), the venue of the celebration. After days of talking with
each other in the Facebook Messenger, my batch – PCHS Annex Class 1978 – were all
excited to join in the celebration of our high school alma mater’s centennial foundation anniversary.
It
was a grand, though modest, ceremony! Class 1978 will also be having its sapphire anniversary as we again meet after 45 years. Sapphire, so why do we
dress in red and not crystal deep blue?
Well,
for one, red is the color of the times. It’s the color of volunteerism, solidarity, grandeur, passion,
joy, triumph, celebration, and all good things there are. One more trivial
note: Since it’s a Pilipino-Chinese school, the predominant common color in
both the flags of the Philippines and China is red.
As
it turned out, only Class 1978 wore predominantly red. But we stood out among
the rest. We probably had the biggest contingent of attendees. Hurrah!
As I have mentioned in my July 8, 2018 post – CONNECTED @40: The PhilippineCultural High School Class 1978 Reunion – we are the crème de la crème, the batch to reckon with. (And if you want to laugh your hearts out, revisit our 40th Class Reunion in 2018 picture "comics" page.)
To update that blog post: We’ve survived 12 Olympics, watched about 40 Marvel superhero films, and the entire eight seasons of Game of Thrones. We’ve gone through coup d’etats, recessions, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, supertyphoons, sinkholes, draughts, nationwide floods, landslides, pandemics, fake news, historical distortions and historical restorations, and whatever-else. We’ve seen Darna’s mystical pebble passed on to ten generations. Ah yes, we’ve managed to remained together after eight presidents, from Ferdinand E. Marcos to Ferdinand “Bongbong” R. Marcos Jr. Whoa, from father to son! Is that also a coincidence? No, it's Iginuhit ng Tadhana (drawn by destiny) – a Marcos returning Malacañang. Indeed, we’ve lasted through eight administrations, with all the political intrigues that came with them. While we may allied ourselves with different groups, parties, affiliations, and browsed through all the political gobbledygooks that made us rants against one another, at the conclusion of it, we remained friends. Indeed, friendship that lasted for half a century. That's incredible! GOD must really love this group.
Oh,
by the way, going back to the color red: It was the color of activism during
the 1970s when we were in high school, and it is today’s political and
presidential color symbolizing solidarity, change and a bright future. The
color that flooded the Internet and the streets during the presidential election
campaign, and dumped the yellows and pinks in the septic tanks! Cheers and
peace be with you! And yes, magenta red is also the color of the year 2023.
Enough verbals, let the pictures do the talking:
Darkness had finally engulfed the
horizon. Two lowly shadows were talking as they traversed the riprap bordering
the seashore. A myriad sparkles of light coming from the yachts afloat, the
tall buildings and the nearby park illuminated the surrounding.
“Where do you want to sleep tonight?”
Rod amusingly asked his little brother as they passed the PICC building.
“How about up there?” Ador pointed to
the rooftop of the convention center.
“No way. It’s too cold up there.
Remember, you got sick the last time we slept there? Besides, we might get
caught by the guards this time.”
“Hey, I know where – the waiting shed!”
Ador trotted to the area carrying his wooden cigarette box. At the age of
twelve, Ador was already a veteran cigarette peddler. He would jump from one
bus to another, or streak from one side of the road over the center island to
the other side. It was his everyday routine from five in the morning to six in
the evening.
Rod, on the other hand, was a master at
odd jobs: from being a whisper pimp to cleaning the post office facade, to
stevedoring. He was observant and aloof, and could almost always tell if you are
being honest or deceitful. He had learned a lot from the streets he grew up on.
Disappointment covered the two boys’
faces when they reached the place.
“We can’t sleep here anymore, kuya. The cover is gone!” Ador kicked
the withered santan plants that were supposed to cover the waiting shed from
the road and served as sieves for street dust and vehicle smoke.
“Too bad!”
“They didn’t pay the caretaker again!”
“Come on, let’s try the park.”
The park was so quiet except for a few
whispers and the usual night sounds. Near a low, bushy tree was a snug pit
quite hidden but sufficiently lit by the high post lamp.
“Hey look here, kuya,” Ador peered through the bushy camouflage. “This sure looks
like a cosy place.”
“Okay, let’s clean it up a bit,” Rod
agreed after taking a peek. “Be careful. There might be centipedes or lizards
nestling in the grass.”
After the brothers ate their
unemancipated supper of pancit guisado
and two small plastic pouches of rice, Rod opened his bag and pullled out a
half-torn blanket. He spread it equally on the ground, removed his shirt and
used it to patch the large hole of the blanket. Then he sat down with his
brother, legs stretched to the hilt.
For several minutes, the two mused
insignificant queries and exchanged thoughts as if they were Socrates and Plato
playing with unfathomable ideas and enigmas, making shrieks now and then.
Though most of the concepts were beyond them, not because they were
intellectually incapable but due to the lack of education, all the arguments
were reduced to the simplicity of cause and effect. This, too, was a daily
routine between the siblings before they sleep.
A bird’s eyeview would picture the
sleeping duo in a small patch of ground surrounded by manmade landscaping and
the pollution of the night world. The coincidence of that night’s tandem of
dreams made it unforgettable. Both Rod and Ador had been wanting to know their
past. They were separated from their parents when Rod was barely seven years old
and Ador only two years old. They could vaguely remember their father and
mother, and the incidence that separated them. The firmament above, perhaps in
consolation, granted their desired dream where they would realized the past:
There
was a commotion from both sides of the Mendiola Bridge. The rows of protesting
farmers were met with automatic rifle fire. The cries of agony were
overwhelming as the farmers scampered for dear life. The memories of that
infamous day – the Mendiola Massacre – became so vivid. It was horrifying.
Indeed, how horrible was that day!
Smokes of yellow and dirty-white covered the crossroads. Even the menacing
barbwires bowed down to repent the evil that was committed. When the asphalt
could finally be seen amid the smoke, nineteen bodies lie dead in front of the
streets that separated the Malacañang Palace from the rest of the metropolis.
There! There was father from one among
them! Father’s wish to have a piece of land he can call his own, after decades
of abuse and hardship in the sugar plantation, had been granted. A piece of land
he could neither plant on nor cultivate, but a piece where he would be
eternally emtombed. Yes, my God! There lay our father. There he was.
A shiver of chill half-awakened Ador as
he stretched his arm to embrace his brother beside him. The lenitive luminance
lashing between life and limbo was languidly lacking. There was a greater haze
than any of them could understand. To them, however, it was enough to temporarily
appease their longing. And the dream, nay, nightmare continued:
There
was a scuttle – a chasing spree. The clean-up operation was massive. People of
all ages were being yanked into a detention van.
“My children, my children, where are my
children?!” Tears of protest and pain watered the reddened cheeks. Bruises of
red and black bemedalled the shoulders. A woman of courage, brave yet weak,
persistent yet unarmed! There was mother!
Rod gently tapped his nape: “Sshhh! Go back to sleep, we’re just dreaming.”
The moon was now on the far side. Rod
gazed as the clouds passed against its transformation to opacity. At the
background was darkness, yet an entire universe full of stars. It was like
traveling in time. For each twinkle of a star, a day passed. Like a lost
sparrow on its flight, his thought quested for an unknown future.
The siblings were awaken the following
morning by an abundance of fragrance that filled the surrounding air. The
flowers in the park started blooming.
“Arayku!
Arayku….!” Ador screamed. “What is that? Don’t hurt me!”
Rod jerked up. “It’s just a bird pecking
at your back.”
How did the bird got there, so far from
its natural habitat? A mother sparrow, probably thinking they were intruders
landgrabbing her nest area, riled-up behind in a warlike fashion. Rod folded-up
his head to meet his knees and mused a few more thoughts.
“Why, you….! I’m going to make you my
breakfast!” Ador angrily caught the sparrow.
“Let it go!” prodded Rod. “The bird is
merely protecting its nest.”
“Nest….?! Where….?
“There, about a meter behind your left.”
Indeed, a little nest inside a thick
bush with two stocky newly-hatched nestling at the center. Of all places, it’s
a miracle that they have found a home in an urban park.
“So, you’re the strange noise I’ve been
hearing last night,” said Ador.
“They’re just like us, but at least they
have a home and a mother....!” Rod
contemplated. “They’re just like us….. They’re……”
The echo of that particular memory
brought Rod back to the present. He
smiled as he walks ahead of his mother and brother. The seawaves endlessly
flirting with the ripraps; the cold breeze hovering over the convention center
area; and the nearly-dilapidated waiting shed – such unforgetable parts of the
immediate past.
Elena had
accompanied her children in attending a free concert of folk and ethnic songs.
It was barely a month since she was released from prison after the new
government found her innocent of the crime of rebellion and was reunited with
her two sons.
It was already past three o’clock in the
morning and they decided to walk and stroll a little bit in the park and
partaked the blessing of the morning air. They passed through the same path
taken by Rod and Ador when they were still wanderers in the park.
Finally, as if Ador’s limbs were being
lured to the spot, they reached the sparrow’s haven – their haven.
“Look, Inay….! This was our favorite sleeping place!” cried Ador.
“The bottle I used to put drinking water
is still here!” Rod noticed as he probed the area.
Elena could only bite her lip thinking
of the hardships that her young children have encountered during her absence.
And to think that during those times politicians were claiming that democracy
was returned to the country. Elena wrongfully was imprisoned for ten years, her
husband murdered and their two very young children left to fend for themselves.
She never did get justice for all these sufferings. The people responsible were
even considered by some as heroes who restored democracy in the country. Such
is the irony that beclouded a society ruled by the oligarchy. Elena emboldened
her thoughts – “it was part of the struggle, a great sacrifice for a greater
cause.” Thank God they survived.
Elena’s tears invoked by her revolting
spirit could merely alleviate her pain. As she looked toward the heavens, she
saw a yellow ribbon tied to a tree, she angrily pulled it down, crampled it in
her hands and threw in the garbage bin. At the same time, the first rays of
sunlight venerated the zenith. Unnoticed, she wiped her tears and followed her
children.
“The nest….! Is the sparrow’s nest still there?! Ador
asked curiously.
“Yes, it’s still here, but the sparrows
are gone!” Rod replied.
“Oh look ….! There they are, all three
of them!”
“It seems our former neighbors are
migrating. The nestlings have fully grown their wings, and with their mother by
their side, they will soon find a new home.”
The sight of the three sparrows soaring
freely through the morning sky was an advent as equally magnificent as the
background. For now, darkness had been defeated. The sun was in full sphere.
And the sky, hopefully, preparing a new dawn.
NOTE: This is a short story I wrote for Mr. & Ms. Magazine (published May 18, 1999), based on a true story, true experiences, a piece of true history culled from the aftermath of the infamous Mendiola Massacre. The Cory Aquino Regime tried to cover everything, but no matter how they buried the corpses of the past, their spirits will emerge and reveal the truth. The perpetrators are now rotting in their graves. Perhaps justice may have been served through time after all.
I chose the title "Sparrows in the Park" to make it more dramatic. The names of the characters and certain situations have been change to protect their identities.
“LEARN TO DO GOOD;
SEEK JUSTICE; HELP THE OPPRESSED; DEFEND THE FATHERLESS; STAND FOR THE WIDOW’S
CAUSE!” – Isaiah 1:17