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September 1, 2009, 3:37 am
Filed under: Human Rights, politics

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Because it wasn’t a story about multi-million peso properties in high-end areas in the United States, this story was buried in just about the most unimportant page of yesterday’s Inquirer:

1 dead in fight over stuffed toy

A fight over an old discarded stuffed toy left a scavenger dead and another wounded yesterday afternoon.  PO2 Norlan Margallo of the Quezon City Police District’s Criminal Investigation and Detection Unit identified the two as Jimson Navarro and Jun Flores, both residents of Payatas, Quezon City.  Margallo said Flores stabbed Navarro dead after an argument over the ownership of a stuffed bear which they found in the dump.  Witnesses said the two men grabbed the toy at the same time, both refusing to let go, as they argued over who got to keep it.  During the struggle, Flores punched Navarro in the face and then pulled out a knife which he used to stab the victim repeatedly.  Police said Navarro died on the spot while Flores fled brom the dump, bringing with him the stuffed toy. –Nancy Carvajal.

If you have been to a dump site and have seen how this people live you would not really be surprised.  To the scavengers a scrap, a piece of plastic or rusted metal is a step closer to a next meal, whenever that comes.  The stuffed bear they fought over must be for a child cruelly denied a toy by their poverty.  Obviously, an old and discarded toy is enough reason to kill another person who also claims it.

I am not justifying the killing.  What I am condemning is the grinding poverty that pushed these scavengers to such actions even when the president’s children acquire expensive houses without even declaring them, as required by law.



Long live Her Excellency Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, President of the Republic of the Philippines!

A few months back, I wrote about knowing Cebu—its entrails, nooks, crannies and real face.  http://www.facebook.com/raymund.villanueva?ref=name#/notes.php?id=1293317554&start=50&hash=fbf48670aaf915c65e2c26f87d2e4264

Following up on said training and workshop we are back for more advanced exercises that again required some of our teams to visit Cebu’s urban poor communities.

We visited Barangay Pasil in downtown Cebu this time.  This is just about the most feared community in all of Cebu and I wonder if any Osmena, Rama, Garcia, Lhuiller or Koreans have been to its innermost alleys and shanties.  It felt like Back of Matimco, Payatas, Estero de Magdalena, Veterans, Valenzuela all over again.  If you have been to communities like these, you know what I’m talking about.  If not, I won’t bother trying to tell you.  It’s beyond words.

Three things struck me the most on this visit.

First, the alleyways have banks of computers lined against the dark walls.  You put a peso coin into the slots and you can have internet for six minutes.  For five pesos, the womenfolk can chat with dirty old foreign men looking for desperate Filipinas for thirty minutes.  This is the contemporary twist to Dingdong Avanzado’s 80s ditty “Tatlong Bentesingko”.

Second, they have drinking water stations that have coin slots as well.  Put in a peso and you can fill a glass or a soda bottle.  The water they get from their taps is just no good.

Third, they have this street food called Tuslob-buwa.  They dip nipa-wrapped rice balls (puso) in vats of boiling pig’s brain with bits of liver for taste.  They do not pay for the dip.  They only pay for the puso, which is PhP2.50 each (less than 5 US cents).  This unique street food is definitely hepatitis-bait but is a popular way of staving off hunger pangs.

It’s been three days since I took pictures of these kids eating Tuslob-buwa in Barangay Pasil and I can’t get them off my mind.  How hungrily they ate those rice balls is seared so deeply in my mind that I have had two nightmares on this already.

http://www.facebook.com/raymund.villanueva?ref=name#/photo.php?pid=30604165&id=1293317554

And then yesterday, I read this: http://www.nypost.com/seven/08072009/gossip/pagesix/eat_and_drink_183333.htm

Looking out on the beautiful hills of Talamban from my room’s balcony, I am filled with so much love for our beloved President, Her Excellency Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.  Ate glo, we love her so much.  It’s okay that many Filipinas feel that dirty old foreign men are their only hope for deliverance just as long as she has finally met her US president to legitimize her presidency.  It’s okay that many children can only eat boiled pig’s brain as long as she has caviar.  It’s okay that we have to pay a peso for a sip of water just as long as she can have bottles of Krug.

Long live our President! Mabuhay!



The wrong Philippine woman president went first

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I woke up to a bad news today—Corazon Aquino, world democracy icon and former Philippine President, died at 3:18 this morning.

I first saw it on BBC.  Then I frantically punched the remote commander and, sure enough, ABS-CBN and GMA were at it again, trying to outdo each other’s spins on Cory.  Suddenly, an epiphany in Philippine broadcast journalism was happening before our very eyes—that closed mortuary gates and drawn windows require full coverage and running commentaries over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.  Then, once in a while, they would put a reporter before the camera and ask the same questions that have been answered and reported on barely thirty minutes back.  As their version of a fast ball a reporter interviews Cory’s parish priest about the late President’s favourite church chair and makes her pitch to make her report be made part of the growing ammunition to the expected sob fest that is sure to follow.

When GMA managed to air gloria’s message about Cory’s passing first they made sure we know we got it from them first.  Methinks it’s akin to being Brutus’ first megaphone after Julius Ceasar has been butchered on the marble steps of the Roman Senate.  Big deal.

How sad.

I then woke up my wife and drove to the CERV office.  I had the compelling urge to smash Thor’s mallet on the screen and make myself to be a buffoon so we had to be outa there pronto.  I am only consoled by the fact that since I will be virtually cloistered in the next week or so I will be able to escape most of this inanity from our two biggest networks.  Cebu, here I come.

There are several questions for Cory I would gladly have given my left eye for.

  1. What really happened and what were your thoughts right after the Mendiola Massacre?
  2. Ditto the Hacienda Luisita Massacre?
  3. Ditto the atrocities committed under Lambat Bitag I and II?
  4. What and/or pushed you to recall Prof Jose Maria Sison’s Philippine passport forcing him to seek asylum in The Netherlands?
  5. What was really the plan about the GRP-NDFP peace talks in 1986?
  6. Why did you not use the inherent powers of your revolutionary/newly-established government to order a genuine and general agrarian reform that could have ended the ongoing civil war and pushed this country towards genuine development?
  7. What made you risk your reputation to support the extension of the Military Bases Agreement with the imperialist United States when you know the people already wanted out?
  8. Why did you not punish the soldiers who launched nine coups against you and nearly killed your only son?
  9. What made you choose FVR over Mitra?
  10. Did you pen a call to the Filipino people on what we should do against the next woman president after you who has turned to be as worse as the dictator Marcos?

These are questions that our networks are very hesitant to ask and seek answers to.  In fact, it took the CNN to ask the first probing questions about Cory’s legacy, which the ABS-CBN’s senior reporter deftly skirted around instead of answering directly.

I have always been critical of Cory.  The first nine questions gnaw at my mind when I think about her and her legacy.  I only started to like her some when she spoke out against gloria. (Finally, she admitted, she could no longer stand her as it reminds her too much of the satan she helped oust from power 23 years ago!)

Let me be Filipino in ending this piece: I am sad that Cory died, more so that most Filipinos wanted the other woman President to go first.  Compared to our current Madam President Cory was all the saint the world makes her to be.



Meldy and Glory

kawatanImelda Marcos turned 80 a few days ago and celebrated it at Hotel Sofitel.

Wait!  Don’t scoff just yet.  The party wasn’t imeldific at all.  The Sofitel is just a five-star hotel.  She had it built as the Philippine Plaza when she was still the Madame of Malacanang.  But that does not mean anything.  It is not a new palace built for the occasion.  This hotel is a dump compared to where Imelda had parties back in the old days.

Plus, Sofitel is right next door to the ill-fated Film Center where the remains of dozens of construction workers she ordered cemented over when it collapsed during construction lie buried.  How dreadful that our dear former First Lady held a party next to a mausoleum.

Plus, there were no B-class Hollywood actors present.  Some of the old perfumed set and martial law dogs were there but the rest have died or are still abroad enjoying their shares of the loot while the Madame has “No funds!  No Funds!”  Not like the old days, indeed.

And while the food was lavish and the (no alcohol) drinks were free-flowing, those were sponsored by friends.

Don’t you people get it?  Imelda is already very poor and is under unjust persecution—for more than two decades already.  So I think it is time to give her back her jewels, shoes, underwear and companies’ shares.

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After initially and vehemently denying our beloved President had a boob job while in a swine flu quarantine, Palace lips are now saying it’s true.

But it’s not true that it was a recent operation and that it’s leaky.

(Karengkeng ka ha, Madame.  Did you also get your areola and nipples fixed?)

But let me say this: The President is well within her right to have a proud set of mammary.  I don’t care if it was recently done.  And if, and only if, it is leaky, she is right in having it fixed by the most expensive doctors of the most expensive hospital in this poor country.  I do not want the likes of cosmetic surgeon Hayden Kho doing it.  As much as possible, I do not want Atty Lorelei Fajardo to lie to the people (even though we pay her to do it) when another Haydencam scandal breaks out.

In fact, I support the President, our genuine and kind chief executive, in her desire to have erect twins.  If we can’t have a tall President, it does not speak well of the Philippines to have saggy Chief Pair of Boobs.  Never mind that she is failing our economy and politics; never mind that her administration is responsible for thousands of deaths and hundreds of disappearances; never mind that she wants the Constitution changed; what is important is that the most important jugs in the country are not soggy to the feel.



Three days

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Tuesday, congressmen gave themselves the right to convene into an assembly to change the Philippine constitution.  They shouted at the top of their lungs in the dead of the night to pass the resolution giving them the power to extend their term and the sitting president’s.

The next day, the same congressmen passed an agrarian bill that allows them to keep vast landholdings while 70 percent of the Filipino people remain landless.

Just today, the congressmen, along with their Senate brethren, are set to approve the so-called Right of Reply Bill that gives them the right to hug precious column inches and airtime whenever they feel like it.  When passed, they can dictate what should be written on newspapers and broadcast to radio and television sets, more so when they feel they have been treated unfairly in past reports.  Politicians believe they are treated unfairly in this country.

Meanwhile, these past three days, activists have been attacked, arrested and jailed protesting these bills.

Tomorrow, Congress’ second session goes into a recess.  Many congressmen will travel abroad flush with money given by Malacanang for voting favorably on these bills.

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for more blogs about House Bill 1109, click this link:

http://2010presidentiables.wordpress.com/2009/06/06/a-call-to-pinoy-bloggers-to-link-blogs-on-hr-1109/



Mayo na naman, Ka Bel

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Ka Bel, Mayo na naman

Wala ka man noong a-uno sa Liwasan

Nasa isip at puso ka

Ng buong sambayanan

Ka Bel, buwan na naman ng Mayo

Sa unang anibersaryo ng iyong pagyao

Walang nagbabang-luksa

Sa mga nagmartsa sa Miranda

Tatlong araw matapos ang anibersaryo

Ika-dalawampu’t dalawa ng Mayo

Binuwag ng pulis ang kampo

Ng mga magsasaka sa Kongreso

Sumugod ang mga palamunin

Nagwasiwas ng batuta ang mga walang silbi

Nambasa ang mga bumberong inutil

Hanggang madurog ang kampo ng nagpapakain

Ka Bel, Mayo na naman

Patuloy pa rin ang iyong laban

Dahil ang pangako namin sa dakilang yumao

Buong taon ay buwan ng Mayo

6:32 n.g.

22 Mayo 2009

Lungsod Quezon



A Visit (2)

Apo, naimbag nga rabii

Let us in, we are tired and soaked by the rain

Your hearth is lively

Welcoming us with its warmth

Inang, this watercress soup is delicious

We do not have this back home

Your upland rice is sweet

Ours are soft yet tasteless

Ading, please move over

Forgive us but we must rest

Do not worry, our feet are clean

Washed by your cold water outside

Tomorrow, apo, inang, ading

Tell us your story over coffee

We know that people of the hudhud

Have many to tell us lowlanders

Play the gangsa, dance the pattong

Look into the camera

Speak to the microphone

For we do not know much

Tell us of the time when the mountains were green

And the streams were clear

Show us where the wild boars roamed

Where you picked gold from stones

We will be back some months from now

We hope to bring good news

More importantly, we hope to see you

Still home, up here, among the clouds

We shall dine on watercress soup

Drink coffee, eat red rice

We will dance to the gangsa

In solidarity, in victory.

May 16, 2009

Alimit, Kasibu, Nueva Vizcaya

2:25 p.m.

* Apo—a salutation to elder persons / Naimbag nga rabii—good evening / Inang—mother / Ading—younger sibling / Hudhud—Ifugao folk song sung by Ifugao women while harvesting rice / gangsa—brass gongs / pattong—traditional Cordilleran dance

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Romeo T. Capulong: descendant of Kings, defender of the people

Rtc1_1 I once wrote about Justice Romeo Capulong as one of my favorite lawyers. (Ka-Blog! April 2006) I also remember writing I was not really close to him; I just admired him from afar. Serving him coffee or bringing him papers while I was NDF-JS PIO do not count, do they?

     Today, I finally got to know him up close. We are making a tribute video documentary about him and we spent some hours with him and his family.

     He and his partner welcomed us into a humble house they are staying at present. I noticed the many antique furniture inside the house they obviously like to collect. This was confirmed when we were taken to their real home. The house is nowhere near as big as one would be excused to assume a top notch lawyer like Ka Romy would own. But therein are many furniture (mostly second-hand and acquired cheap) that are as beautiful and tasteful as those that could be seen in a palace. (Atty. Capulong had to leave his house because of threats against his life by gloria’s dogs of war.) Molave, apitong, narra, yakal—name all treasured Philippine hardwoods, Ka Romy and wife have them as cabinets, chairs, floors and chests. How I wish we both had time to talk about all of them but we had a video to produce.

     This day is one of the most enjoyable times I have spent with a real celebrity. He took us where he does his morning walks. He prepared us capuccino. He instructed us on his health regimen, including the benefits of drinking wild yellow ginger tea. There is so much to this man than just being the best human rights lawyer this country ever had.

      Two things I like most about being with Ka Romy today.

     For breakfast, the couple took us to the nearest wet market where they do their regular shopping. He said the market is where he feels most acutely the people’s pulse. The market is where he can easily belie the government’s rosy economic forecasts. Atty. Capulong treated us to goto or rice gruel (ten pesos) and lumpia or deep fried veggie wrap (five pesos each). His easy repartee with their suki carinderia, suki fish vendor, suki vegetable vendor and the jueteng kobrador or collector (not suki) say so much about Ka Romy’s humility. They all consider him their friend though they often see him on TV. “Lagi naming napapanood si sir. Sikat na, mabait pa!” they said.

     We talked about Ka Romy’s roots extensively. A shared tenant farmer’s son, he narrated his humble beginnings. But he is aware of his family’s noble history. “Muslim kami, galing sa Tondo. Ninuno namin si Lakan Dula.” (Lakan is a Tagalog and Pampango word for “king.”)

     As my personal tribute to Ka Romy, I researched the following (okey, cribbed from the book “Manila, My Manila”):

 

Before the palefaces arrived in these shores, Metro Manila was of two kingdoms—Maynila and Namayan. The former is where Fort Santiago is now; the latter had its capital where Sta. Ana is now. Namayan’s territories include familiar places—Quiapo, San Miguel, Sampaloc, Santa Mesa, Paco, Pandacan, Mandaluyong, San Juan, Makati, Pasay, Pateros, Taguig and Parañaque.

     According to Manila historian and National Artist for Literature and Journalism Nick Joaquin, the high point of Namayan history was the marriage, sometime in the 13th century, of Namayan princess (later Empress) Sasaban to Madjapahit Empire crown prince (later Emperor) Soledan (orAnka Widyaya). They ruled Indonesia.

     The imperial couple had a son, Prince Balagtas. Because he was to become King of Namayan, he married Lady Banginoan. Banginoan was the daughter of Lord Lontok and Lady Kalangitan, princess of Pasig. Her grandfather was Archduke Araw.

     One of King Balagtas’ descendants was Lakan Takhan who had a bastard son named Pasay. Takhan bequeathed to his son the kingdom we now know as Pasay City.

     After Takhan, Namayan was ruled by his son Palaba, who was in turn succeeded by his son Laboy. Laboy was succeeded on the throne by his son Kalamayin. It was Kalamayin’s sad fortune to be the sovereign when the palefaces arrived. When Kalamayin’s son was baptized a Christian, prince Martin, the Kingdom of Namayan was no more.

     The Kings of Maynila, Tondo, Namayan and others were originally Borneans. It was therefore natural for them to embrace Islam as their religion.

    As an aside, Joaquin wrote about El Kapitan Juan de Salcedo falling in love with a local Princess—the Lady Candarapa. Salcedo was Legazpi’s nephew while Candarapa was Lakan Dula’s niece. Both Legazpi and Lakan Dula frustrated the love affair. Salcedo was sent to conquer Ilocandia; Candarapa died three months after her lover sailed north. Salcedo christianized the Ilocos and the Cagayan Valley regions; Candarapa gave us the word that means “hopeslessly in love.” (Shades of Captain Smith and Pocahontas and Romeo and Juliet.)

    From the seeds of King Balagtas sprang such Tagalog-Pampango dynasties as the Soliman, the Lakandola, the Gatbonton, the Gatchalian, the Gatmaitan, the Gatdula, the Malang and the Kapulong or today’s Capulong. In fact, in later times, if a person has distinguished himself, his name is preceded by a “Gat” like Rizal and Bonifacio.

     It should be remembered that Rajah Soliman, along with his uncle, Rajah Matanda (Rajah Laya), Lakan Dula, and the great Lakan Macabebe from Pampanga were the brave kings who fought Legazpi in the battle off Bangkusay in Tondo. They lost, Lakan Macabebe killed. But there were lost battles that inspired wars of liberation at some later date (Alamo, Texas; Moncada, Cuba; Tet Offensive, Vietnam).

 

Rtc2_1Five hundred years later, one of these kings’ descendants fights his battles and wars defending the Filipino. His name is Romeo T. Capulong.

 

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1-23-2007



Welcome to this end, Niel
May 17, 2008, 9:52 am
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Topstories1b I stared at the TV unbelieving—Niel Tupas Jr flying and sprawling to the floor, being mauled by the police. While his body guards tried to protect him, armalite rifles were aimed at him like he was a nobody.

     Niel is Jun-jun to family, friends and constituents. Namesake of his controversial father, Iloilo governor Niel Tupas Sr., he is a provincial board member of Iloilo. He is a lawyer, an Ateneo Law school grad. Had his undergrad at the UP but was a freshman at San Beda. Everyone thinks he is being groomed to carry on their political dynasty. Why not? So what if it’s unconstitutional? In this banana republic, other political families do it all the time. At least, Niel is not another dumb Atenean in the mold of dato arroyo who’s running for congressman of Camarines Sur!

     Back in 1988, San Beda freshman APL class was arranged alphabetically during the first day of school. I found myself seated beside this bearded teenager who wore tight fitting designer shirt, jeans and sneakers. We were college freshmen who had to endure the elementary school “procedure” of introducing ourselves to the entire class. I would never forget how Niel introduced himself. “Niel Tupas JR. Tupas with an ‘s’. From Iloilo.” He expelled the name “Niel Tupas JR” from his chest like it wasn’t his own. I also wondered why he had to emphasize Tupas was spelled with an “s”.

     I came to know why a couple of weeks later. Niel emphasized the “JR” because the “Sr” was and is somebody in Iloilo. Congressman pala noon si Papa. I also found out there is a surname spelled “Tupaz”, with a “z” (presumably not family and not well-known or well-off).

     Although the entire class became tightly knit after some time, it can’t be help that we had closer friends. Mine was fellow Ybanag Gilbert Mendoza who became corps commander of the ROTC in our senior year. I did not know if Niel had any. I did not dare become his. He always had a bodyguard with him. Besides, he really did not mingle much with us. His favorite hang out was the library, making sure he had good grades to be able to transfer to the UP on his sophomore year. (Actually, I do not now understand why transferring to UP was and still is a big deal. I also had a taste of UP and Ateneo [and a sprinkling of Paulinian–gasp!] education and I saw no gaping difference. My wife would say, kasi DLSU-di lumusot sa Upcat-so they took the only route left.)

     Next thing I heard of Niel was when I read his engagement on the papers’ society pages. I also learned he is a lawyer and a budding politician in old Iloilo. When CERV was in the province, I planned on paying him a visit and proposing a partnership with the provincial government. I somehow failed to do it until events overtook us.

     Then the TV clips of the police assault and the subsequent interviews. He told off interior secretary Ronaldo Puno with righteous anger. And being the lawyer and politician he is, Niel’s vitriol was laced with legalese and politicese (is this even a word?).

     Here is an unsolicited advice to my former classmate:

     Niel, p’re, the entire country already knows your father’s dismissal by the Ombudsman is gloria’s payback for Niel Sr’s support of the 2005 impeachment complaint. Cease being a lawyer all the time when you want bigger public empathy to your cause. Stop belaboring this point. If you keep on blabbering about the legality of your father’s hold on to power, the government will just come out with its own interpretation of the law. In a country like ours, it is never about the law. It is always about who is in power.

     Rather, the bigger and more damning accusation against gloria is her wanton violation of the people’s human rights. The Ombudsman’s order is no longer the bigger issue. The assault is. It is not about who is governor. It is about you and your fellow Ilonggo’s human rights being violated. That’s the issue that will turn you from a being a simple lawyer and politician to a public defender. That’s the issue that will ensure that you do not only have legal power on your side but, more importantly, people power.

       If police brutality and state repression could be perpetrated against a Tupas with an “s”, chances are it can even be more brutal and repressive against a Tupaz with a “z”.

      Welcome to this end of the police stick and gloria’s armalite rifle.

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1-18-2007



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