EDSA Dos Story 5: An Afterthought Of A Revolution In Our Generation

“We shall not become free by retiring into the private sphere and saying ‘Count me out.’ Nor shall we become free by conforming to a society that holds its generals and millionaires in particularly high regard. We shall become free when we learn to work for peace actively, deliberately, militantly.” – Dorothy Scolle, Of War and Love

            Once again we did it. We ousted a sitting President out of office. And hardly I could enjoy the pervading celebration all over the country because 14 years ago, we had this same euphoric passion for and promise of change. Instead, I tremble in the musing of the days to come. (In the 17^th day of the new Arroyo administration, Ka Popoy Lagman, a staunch labor leader was murdered, and finally a Vice-President was named after almost brewing the country apart in the choice of VP. Earlier than that, a premature resignation and withholding of appointments in the Cabinet had rocked the young government. Rumors of impending coup continued to hover, gripping everybody in standstill.

            With the ouster of Erap begins the trek on the arduous road to renewal and reform. It has founded a stronger call that the more we should not cease from seeking our own great destiny as a nation. Whatever we gained from EDSA does not guarantee us of getting there. Still we have to master to take risks, catch on with our preferred changes, challenge the newly born yet spiteful opposition, brave the future with faith and confidence, and recoup the EDSA spirit till it becomes ingrained in us. After all, democracy and love for country bind us together.

            The deposed President has taught us the leadership style this country did not need nor want, what the people can do when faced with abstrusely adamant leader who expressly pledges to help the poor while implicitly helping his friends and families at the same time, and that sincere commitment to serve the people especially the poor is beyond eating with them in bare hands, shaking and waving hands, displaying that patented Erap smile before the camera, and bringing showbiz stars for cheap entertainment and gimmickry.

            However, the newly installed President is deep into political indebtedness. She was put to power physically by the frequent faces we saw on TV or heard over the radio, or so she thought. She witnessed first hand who were the people she had to give credit to, or at least be thankful for. It is that kind of indebtedness that is hard to repay. That is why Arroyo's administration is laden with appointments here and there, and disappointments here and there. This early inner circles of power are starting to shape in their own dangerous proportions, jockeying for vital positions in the government. What else is new when we have the same names who had been seated before yet here we go again reciprocating them for doing nothing of worth-replicating in the government? It looks like these people can not win in the election anymore that is why they are doing the backdoor entry to the government through dubious appointments.

            In her inauguration speech, the President said, “This (People Power) we owe to every Filipino.” Before that, she said, “We are the stones, and the Philippines is our edifice.” True enough, stones are of no equal distinction. There are good stones as bad stones, corroded ones and smooth ones, big and small, rolling and rooted. What we have right now are mostly rolling stones, and Sommerset Maugham wrote something like, “Rolling stones gather no moss.” If we really are for a new beginning where we are going to heal wounds of our afflicted society, and build a new edifice of the Philippines, we need to cast away despicable breed of traditional politics of patronage and personality, and brace the alternative breed of politics defined by ability, service, integrity, and faith in God.

            The backdrop of our Constitution indicates the course toward political and maturity. Every three years for most of the elected public officials and six years for the other half of the senators, the vice president and the president will be subject to the people’s will in an election. So any, elected public official whom we believe errs gravely against the people will be voted out of office into oblivion – aptly called nowadays, “kangkungan.” That is the spirit and intent of our Constitution but I think with so much consideration and evaluation that we are far from that end. Election, time and again, is an opportunity for the people to be active and involved to the most significant political process of democracy, be vigilant in their rights, be discerning in the choice among good, less, lesser, and pure evil, and we always missed that opportunity knowing however that there will be next time to right the wrong. Sadly, we never learn and that next time is no good waiting for. That is why election becomes a mere exercise like waking up every morning after a dreamless night sleep.

            People Power II has given us too many good things. To appreciate the value and merit of it, we need to toss away a lot of things in the past that stifled our energies to advance towards that dreamed development. It there is a thing that is being taught, it is how our system rots, and how to make it work for and against us. Indubitably, every Filipino loves our dear Philippines but that ends in the ouster of Marcos and Erap. When all things clear, we find ourselves fighting the same enemies again.

EDSA Dos Story 4: From Isarog to EDSA Shrine

          Leaning on the left side window of Naga-bound bus as it made its ascent on the Ortigas fly-over, I saw Edsa Shrine. It was a Monday evening of January 22nd of 2001.

            Five days ago, people swarmed this momentous place. Sparked by the infamous decision of the impeachment court, the throng swelled to multitudes of Filipinos disowning a President, the 11 senators, and those who believed in the impeachment process. The Shrine was the most metaphorical place for that collective anguish and dismay, being the birthplace and living witness to the peaceful People Power revolution not so long ago. As if Mother Mary, both hands open sideways, were calling Her flock to assembly and take Her refuge in times of grief to the death of the national search for truth and justice. Like a true Mother whose patience and understanding preceded any rationale of the situation finally said, “enough is enough, come to Me and We will do it again.”

            “Viva La Virgen! Viva!” Our Ina, the Lady of Peñafrancia, was with us all the way and all the time from Bicol to Edsa. With Ina, history would be good, history would be kind to us.

            A roaring cloud of enlightened heads massed at the intersection of Ortigas and Edsa blackening the whole area, waiting to burst like a storm sending signs of its impending strength and power. The clamor was clear, the portent was an ominous end of the sitting duck, the cry was resounding, and the direction certainly was Malacañang.

            Edsa was just the meeting point, the Gethsemane where people prayed to gather internal and external forces to sustain the fated culmination. The Shrine was the rock, all absorbing the people’ sentiments, disappointments, and the bid to the will of the Lord. And those who went to Edsa Shrine, physically or spiritually, were called to act to save the nation.

            The new President was being sworn in by the Chief Justice. Our new President is a daughter of a former President. Somewhere across the Pacific, another President was being sworn in. he was the son of a former President. All at the same day.

            Fourteen years ago, I was just 11 years old. We had no TV then but the people and radio kept us abreast of what was happening then at Edsa. They wanted to oust Marcos from office while all I wanted was to oust the can out from the circle. I was playing a kid's game- tumba-lata in Bikol or tumbang preso in Tagalog. When finally I hit it with my slipper, it tumbled down many times too far from the circle and my playmates who waited for me expectedly all went frenzy over that incident. They could finally run back to the base. (Hawaii, I suppose, is far enough) I could say, I made that happen. The joy of causing others to be free was felt at my young age.

            Two days ago (Jan. 20), I was part of the Bicol caravan that left Naga City at around 6 A.M. to join our fellow Filipinos at Edsa. We ventured into an eight-hour trip to be part of national struggle against corruption, nepotism, and cronyism. It was exactly the same time and day our Bicolano Senator Raul S. Roco had set for the march to Mendiola. If 14 years ago I was denied to hit that great point in our history to target, this time I would make sure that I would be there, or so I thought.

            Sad enough, I was almost there at Edsa when the furor was still hovering, when the thumb-down sign would still matter, when my scream would reverberate with the thousand voices of one call, probably also at the Jerichoan march to Mendiola when the people decided to besiege the standing block to the road to reformation and renewal, but I together with the contingent from Bicol arrived when Erap had already resigned and Gloria had already been sworn in for the Precidency. Nonetheless we caught up the thanksgiving mass being celebrated by Cardinal Sin.

            We were not late. No time was prescribed for us to be there. Who would have thought that Erap would give up so soon? He must have heard about our coming. He could have been scared, frantic, panicky and drunk. Understandably, who would not? Not unless Jose Velarde surfaced at Edsa.

            Many battles were won not necessarily due to the actual number of victors but to the cognizance of the fallen leader that legions of resolved people were coming to get him. That was our consolation to our journey from Isarog to Edsa Shrine.

            Seemingly unmindful of the historic event two days ago, the rush of shoppers and buses along Edsa affront the Galleria indicated that things were back to normal. I tilted back to my seat, my seatmate asked me in Bikol language – saen ka sa Bicol? (Where do I stay in Bicol). As my senses suddenly dawned on me, I became aware for the first time that I was going to Bicol, Camarines Sur, Milaor – home, as the bus made its descent on the Ortigas fly-over.

Edsa Dos Story 3: Impeachment Trial in the Senate

             An impeachment complaint is officially brought to Senate for a trial. Of course, President Erap denies the charges, among others, of receiving payola from jueteng, of owning a bank account where millions were deposited. A trial would be able to determine the culpability of the accused. The whole country is treated to an afternoon of legal and political drama on television and radio. 

          Prior to the trial, there was a suggestion of having the President to file a leave of absence not to exert undue influence on the process. For me it should be a leave of conscience. However, neither should be a question nor an option. Which is which is not purely a selection of greater returns to the peoples. It must be a decision founded on the aspiration of our dear nation, based on the call for justice, truth and probity.

            While the senate holds our eyes of interest inferring altogether, each senator tries to come up with a brilliant idea of dubious display of impartiality. Two senators have suggested the filing of leave of absence from any political parties that categorically identified itself either pro or anti of which a senator a member. Others already bolted from the administration party hoping those act alone signified singularly impartiality. And a solitary yet stentorian voice boldly predicted the fate of the trial, and in a way the doom of the disgruntled masses in the hands that rocked the nation.

            In the world of possibilities, these are welcome prefaces. In the preface of the world, this is possible. And in the possibility of prefaces, welcome to the world.

            No matter what we, the people do, either on the street, Internet or elsewhere, the entire affair of critical politics and economics is reduced to simple mathematics. In the Senate, it’s eight and in Malacañang, it is one.

            The sorcery of eight votes in the Senate that means acquittal is less intricate than the magic of fifteen which spells guilt. Never there will be a dramatic close than the senators’ votes sealing the end of a Constitutional process or selling the people’s trust and perseverance in the process.

            If all of us are wise as much discerning just the same, we need not drag the controversies besieging the country into the bottomless pit of shame and crisis. Unfortunately, all of us include someone in Malacañang. One noble resignation will have sufficed the discontent and dissatisfaction of the growling masses.

            It is reported that the defense team is hatching to quash the impeachment case even before it files its answer to the charges. What a way to say that the president is not guilty!

            Let us expect more of intellectual spectacles from the luminaries of our law regarding the issue. Like in the movies, we will grope in the dark, we will be entertained, we will learn and we will pay. Each day that passes by, may we master the art of optimism, hoping and endurance and the “power of one.” For these, as we wait, we pray.

            On December 7, the historic impeachment trial begins.

            Whether history will be good or otherwise to us, let us keep the words of Candid that all things are for the best, for now.

Edsa Dos Story 2: Why Ateneo?: Role of a University in the National Political Scene

“…it articulates truth and error, right and wrong, justice and injustice, and the imperatives of conscience sensitive to the dignity of human beings, especially the poor.” – CORPLAN 2010 of Ateneo de Naga University

            What was Ateneo de Naga University (ADNU) doing when it spearheaded the October 20 and November 17 rallies calling for the resignation and supporting the impeachment of the president? Not exactly the same question but of the same breath goes to those who feared to come out and take position on the critical issue plaguing our country today – what were you doing, and intending to do?

            We are having a political, economical, social crisis now. Any indecision on the part of those who are expected and moved to act on the matter would take a toll on the people particularly the poor. Our failing country cannot afford to have irresolute public officials, who up to this day still weigh not the interest of the country but the future political ambition and the ties to Malacañang. Astute politicians, nonetheless, know where to position themselves in pursuit of their higher political career. And it is causing the people a lot. (For the time being, please think of your country first before yourselves).

            In fact, most of these officials renew or strengthen their association with the president by declaring here and there they unwavering support to the beleaguered lord of them. Foremost in their mind of course is their reelection or election to a greater office. I just hope they have really thought deeper or at least consulted their constituents on the issue at hand otherwise they are committing political suicide. It is noteworthy that these manifestations of support flock like firemen responding to an incident of fire without knowing where the fire is. Forced more by instinctual rather than discerning move, these politicians have run to the side of the president without confirming the unfolding events before their eyes and undoing something that is familiar to the people - political survival is above anything else.

            Before Ateneo's active participation, several dialogues and information campaigns with the different sectors of the University were held. In 2000, the October 20 and November 17 rallies, believed to be the biggest political rallies in Naga City, demonstrated the core of the CORPLAN 2010 of ADNU, its spirit in the formation of men and women, its commitment to social change and justice, and its lived faith for the greater glory of God.

            Though there are those who question the legitimacy of the university to spearhead such rallies – why Ateneo, I cannot help but ask back, why not Ateneo?