30.1.11

Awit ng Potomac


Awit  ng Potomac

Ilog ng kasaysayan
Daluyan ng katapangan
Ilang ulit na tinagos
Ng mga hukbo sa kasaysayan
Tulad ng Ilog pasig ng Kamaynilaan,
Sakop ng tatlong estadong
nag-aagawan:
Waring perlas ng kapitolyo
Ng imperyalistang bayan
Inagaw sa sinapupunan
Ng ninunong Indyan

Hindi nawawala ang ringal
Ng ilog na makasaysayan
Kahit na daang taong lumipas
At ang dugong tumagas
Tinangay na ng agos
Na naglagos sa baybay
Sa anino ng Kapitolyo
Na sentro ng daigdigan
Ang paghanga ay naroroon
Tuwing dumaraan
Patawid ng daan

Ang puno niya ay Maryland
At timog ng Virginia
Tulad din ng Pasig
Nagmumula sa Montalban
At malaking lawang Laguna
Nagiiba-iba ang pangalan
Ngunit ang daloy Manila Bay
Ang kagampanan

Wala na ang bakas
Ng digmaang sibil
Na umagos, tumagas
Sa mga batuhang landas
At pampang naganap
Saksi ng madudugong
Labanan ng lumipas
Ang naiwan ay galit,
Pighati  hanggang ngayon
Bakas na bakas

Ang galit sa pagkawal
Diumano ng pang-aalipin
Nanatali laban sa imigranteng
Dumating
Bagamat ang bandila ng union
Ay nakataas at magiting
Ang konpederasyon
Ay buhay sa mangaalipin

Kailan kaya matatangay
Ng agos  ng Potomac
Ang galit ng lumipas,
Mabubuo ang pagkakapatid
Sa kontinente ng maraming bayan
At nasyunalidad?
Kung tuyo na ang Potomac
O nagyelo na ang lahat?
Kung natuyo na ang disyerto
At kalansay nang lahat?
Kung abo na ang Kapitolyo
At tunaw na ang nakalipas.

Oktubre 17, 2010

Col Rabusa, Is he for real?

By J. Luna

A writer Glenda Gloria asked  in her article in the NEWSBREAK  is he for real?

He was referring to Lt. Col. George Rabusa. A PMA graduate of 1981. The toast of the headlines in the Philippines today.

She said “I’m not quite sure at this point, though his motivations should be obvious by now to any compassionate heart: he suffered a stroke and his wife is reportedly ill. He has nothing to lose, he said in an Inquirer interview, because he has already lost everything.

Ex-Army Lt. Col. George Rabusa has come out with damning accusations against his former military commanders and now threatens to link former President Arroyo to illegal use of military funds.

At a Senate hearing last Thursday, he singled out his longtime boss, former Armed Forces chief of staff retired Gen. Angelo Reyes, as a recipient of at least P50 million in pabaon when he retired in 2001.”

As a former adversary, the NPA ambushed Major Rabusa on his way to Manila while he was the chief of staff of the AFP’s 503rd Bde in Cagayan valley in the early 1990’s. The 503rd Bde commanded then by Col Diomedeo Villanueva( who became the AFP chief oof staff under GMA ) who wass in charge of the campaign of suppression in the Marag Valley from 1988-1993.

 If he was killed then, there will be no expose on the corruption in the AFP which he is claiming. As the saying goes “ dead man tell no tales.”

I can not say this is good or this is bad but the fact is that as Glenda Gloria has pointed out, “Reyes and Rabusa go a long way. The latter served as Reyes’s budget officer when Reyes once headed J2, the office of the deputy chief of staff for intelligence. Their close ties allowed Rabusa to retain his work at the now-defunct J6 (comptrollership) while enrolled for advanced schooling at the Command and General Staff College in Fort Bonifacio about a decade ago.

The fact is Col Rabusa is a witness of Senator Jinggoy Estrada. And Estrada is going to get a pay back to General Angelo Reyes for abandoning his father and going to the side of GMA in 2001.

Gloria postulates: “For what’s clear now is this: General Garcia is out on bail. Blaming their superiors for everything they have amassed, Colonel Rabusa and the comptrollers are asking us to catch the “big fish” instead. So now we are being led to other cases and other exposes.

In the meantime, the Ombudsman keeps on insisting that the plunder case against Garcia is weak.”

Forgive me for my cynicism. Something is missing in this puzzle”

The fact remains, the AFP is one of the most corrupt institution in the Philippines. To believe that it will change with the new dispensation is to believe that hell freezes over!

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A Rejoinder for Benjamin Pimentel on the Issue of Peace

By Jacinto Luna


Again, a Filipino-American writer who writes article for the Inquirer from the States, Benjamin Pimentel, went on his usual counter-revolutionary, anti communist vitriol.

He does it again at the eve of the projected peace negotiations between the National Democratic Front (NDF) and the government.

As usual, the Pimentel jeremiads focus on the so-called Aquino legacy. The perinial subject of all the bourgeois media in the Philippines.

This time, he pointed out one of the rare truth in the struggle that the “yellow brigade” appropriated for them --the battle cry of the La Tondena Strike of 1975, "TAMA NA, SOBRA NA, PALITAN NA!”  that was hijacked by the Cory Aquino propagandist as their own.

One thing  that Pimentel wrote is to paint the revolutionaries as “working behind the scenes were UG leaders, including Edgar Jopson and Father Luis Jalandoni, now the chief representative of the National Democratic Front.” That makes them look as conspiratorial lot.

To correct the misimpresions of an armchair writers like Pimentel, the strike was led by the then Manila Rizal Party Committee (MRPC) led by then by Ka. Digo, Caridad Magpantay,the Jalandonis and others who are still leading the underground in their bitter struggle against the new Aquino III regime.

To say that they are behind the scenes is to marginalize their active participation in the great undertaking. They were on the ground and were with the workers in every step of the way.
For the information of the writer, the general area of La Tondena was a bastion of the labor movement since the turn of the century. And during the time,during the early years of martial law, Tondo was a bastion of the movement. Besides, the leaders of the movement were from that area especially Ka. Digo.

And for the information of the uninformed writer, and it was not a ” a little known but a decisive victory" It was a great tactical victory because the regime was forced to tack back and end  its “strike ban”

Actually, the La Tondena Strike opened the flood gates of a budding underground labor movement into the open mass movement  and five years later, set the stage for the formation of the militant, patriotic and progressive labor center- the Kilusang   Mayo Uno (KMU) led by the great labor leader Bert Olalia  in 1980.  Actually, it was the first lethal blow to the US-Marcos dictatorship .

In another jab at the movement, the writer called the underground and the revolutionary movement and the AFP as “addicted to war.” and “ allergic to peace.”

He never bothered to study the latest event in history that the movement entered into a ceasefire during the first Aquino regime from November 27, 1986 to January 22, 1987.

The good writer never bothered to note that the ceasefire ended when the AFP and the police massacred 13 peasants and wounded more than 150 others  at the foot of Mendiola bridge, the second Mendiola Massacre on January 22, 1987 that is until today justice has not been served.

Again, the writer calls the revolutionary movement and the UG( the term he alternately use) as “those in the UG who arrogantly see themselves as the only true champions of the people, who fantasize about a time when one party claiming to know the correct path will finally be in charge.

And on both sides are people who do not want the war to end for other reasons. For they see war as their career, as a way to hang on to, even expand, their power.”

I might surmise that’s how he sees the ordinary people, the Filipino people as a mass of ignorant and uneducated mass that can be led by a small group of conspirators as he portrayed  the Jalandonis and others.

Using his venom, the writer again called the comrades in the countrysides as “some probably even profit from the conflict. There’s money to be had in protection rackets and other illegal activities for any creative-minded military officer. For an enterprising rebel commander in some remote part of the archipelago, extortion funds, a.k.a. revolutionary taxes, are an easy way to make a living”  

Maybe he is referring to his fallen idol, former NPA leader Romulo Kintanar who he worships without thinking to high heavens!

This makes him a bonafide propagandist for the AFP or the minimum as a fellow traveler for the armed forces and the police intelligence agencies and propaganda machine.

Maybe to soften the blow, the writer postulates: “There are countless stories, moving and inspiring, of young men and women, many from rich and powerful families, who gave up their lives of privilege out of a burning desire to change a society burdened by dehumanizing inequality. Edgar Jopson, Lorena Barros, Nilo Valerio, Emmanuel Lacaba. . And some of them are not wedded to a narrow ideology.”

Empty lip service for some of his friends still active in the movement?

As a revolutionary I dare say to the writer that his hope that: “ The challenge is to find people on both sides with the burning passion for social change, but who are humble enough, strong enough, courageous enough to acknowledge an indisputable fact: This war must end. That this war has turned into a pointless, vicious cycle of vindictive violence.”

 I assure him that the revolutionaries are the most ardent people for peace but they understand that that in order to achieve peace, the best way to achieve peace is by waging wage war against unjust war, against oppression and against all forms of tyranny.

For us to let this article of a disgusted former national democrat who never understood the revolutionary principles to be left unanswered is the height of liberalism. This insult to the collective memory of First Quarter Storm (FQS) activists and real fighters and our countless martyrs against martial law cannot just be ignored.

Pimentel can liken himself to the American writer Ernest Hemmingway, a witness to the Spanish civil war. A writer who  empathized with the revolution but never endeared himself with the people and their struggle.

And in  their bitterness and being influenced by false idols, write to smear people and degrade the people’s movement and in the process present himself as an authority on the subject which he really does not comprehend.

As an Asian revolutionary says; “ a hundred streams from the pen, a thousand miles away from the theme.”


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 ( This is the article that Jacinto Luna wrote about and posted on this FB account—editors)

 ‘Tama Na! Sobra Na!’ as a cry for peace

By Benjamin Pimentel

CALIFORNIA, United States—Twenty five years ago, Corazon Aquino rallied Filipinos against a despised dictatorship with the slogan, “Tama na! Sobra na! Palitan na!”—“We’ve had enough! Things have gone too far! It’s time for a change!”

In a few weeks, a government now led by Cory’s son will begin peace talks with rebels represented by a former priest who was with the group that coined the original version of that battle cry: “Tama Na! Sobra Na! Welga Na!”—“It’s time to strike!”

It’s an odd twist in our history.

Cory’s call to action against a ruthless tyrant began as a protest slogan of a relatively small group of factory workers, backed by leftist and church activists, including members of the underground, the UG.

Together, they took part in a little-known, but decisive, confrontation with the Marcos regime. In October 1975, about 500 workers of La Tondena in Manila staged the first major labor strike under martial law. Working behind the scenes were UG leaders, including Edgar Jopson and Father Luis Jalandoni, now the chief representative of the National Democratic Front. Priests, nuns, and students later joined the fight.

As new peace talks begin, Noynoy’s government and the UG could perhaps reflect on this connection in our history, as they struggle to find a way to end the war.

It won’t be easy.

On each side are people who have become so addicted to war, they’ve grown allergic to peace. On each side, there are those who cling to a demonized portrait of the other.

To the UG, the military is an unreformed and unreformable instrument of repression, incapable of protecting the nation’s interests. To the military, the UG is a vicious force, working toward a dark, totalitarian future under a repressive party of dogmatic ideologues.

There are elements of truth in both images, of course.

There are those in the military who see nothing wrong with using military repression, including torture, to deal with dissent. Some even fantasize about the military in total control, fuelled by the belief that the armed forces as the organization that can fix the country’s ills.

And there are those in the UG who arrogantly see themselves as the only true champions of the people, who fantasize about a time when one party claiming to know the correct path will finally be in charge.

And on both sides are people who do not want the war to end for other reasons. For they see war as their career, as a way to hang on to, even expand, their power.

(Some probably even profit from the conflict. There’s money to be had in protection rackets and other illegal activities for any creative-minded military officer. For an enterprising rebel commander in some remote part of the archipelago, extortion funds, a.k.a. revolutionary taxes, are an easy way to make a living.)

The challenge for both sides is to break free from the painfully narrow storylines, to see more nuanced portraits of each other.

Take the military, a huge, complex, and essentially divided organization.

Just recently, an officer accused of rebellion applied for amnesty. It’s hard to say what moves former Lieutenant Senior Grade Antonio Trillanes nowadays—he’s a politician now, after all.

But it was clear what partly moved him eight years ago when he rebelled against government: Disgust with the corruption in the armed forces. He felt so strongly about it, he even explored the problem in an academic paper.

And there are probably others like him in the armed forces, idealistic and committed officers, but who may be wiser, more forward-thinking than Trillanes. For while they believe strongly in the need for change, they also know that adventurism—say, launching a military assault on a fancy hotel—is foolish and pointless.

They probably understand that the principle of civilian rule over the military is sacrosanct in a democracy, and they may even acknowledge that there are probably those in the UG with whom they share a belief in the need for change.

And the UG?

There are countless stories, moving and inspiring, of young men and women, many from rich and powerful families, who gave up their lives of privilege out of a burning desire to change a society burdened by dehumanizing inequality. Edgar Jopson, Lorena Barros, Nilo Valerio, Emmanuel Lacaba.

And some of them are not wedded to a narrow ideology.

Before his death in 1982, as his widow Joy Asuncion told me, Edjop was troubled by the stunning revelation that the UG may have been responsible for the bombing of Plaza Miranda in 1971. Many others have left the movement to explore other paths to change, disgusted with the bloody purges in the UG, its display of Khmer Rouge-like capacity for violence and cruelty.

The challenge is to find people on both sides with the burning passion for social change, but who are humble enough, strong enough, courageous enough to acknowledge an indisputable fact: This war must end. That this war has turned into a pointless, vicious cycle of vindictive violence.

Winning the peace will be tough. But the history of “Tama Na! Sobra Na!” offers an important lesson.

For in the two historic confrontations in which it was used to rally Filipinos, the slogan worked. It was effective. It led to victory.

The 1975 labor strike was eventually broken up by Marcos’s security forces. The workers and their church sympathizers were hauled off to jail. Edjop and Jalandoni were forced to go into hiding.

But the strike turned out to be a political turning point. It broke the wall of silence under martial law. It sent a powerful message to Filipinos: “We don’t have to be silent. We don’t have to give in to fear.”

The strike inspired a generation of activists, and triggered protests that set the stage for the final confrontation with the tyrant. In 1986, Filipinos rallied around Cory to finish the job. A dictator, one of the most ruthless and greediest in the history of Southeast Asia, was finally overthrown.

As new peace talks kick off, it is perhaps time to turn once again to that slogan of defiance, that battle cry of victory. It’s perhaps time to reclaim it, to revive it, to give it new life as a cry for peace.

“Tama Na! Sobra Na! Kapayapaan Na!”—“It’s time for peace!”

28.1.11

Hindi

Tula

Hindi

Al P. Garcia

Hindi ako iibig sa babaing puti
O sa may buhok na olandes
Gaya ng buhok ng mais,
Kahit ito may pula o kasingitim
ng pusikit na dilim,
Hindi ako matutulad sa mga Pinoy
Na nahibang sa mga mestisa;
Dahil sa matagal na pagsamba
Sa mga rebulto ng mga diyus-diyusang
Birhen ng kung anu-anong lupalop:
Birhen ng Antipolo, Piat, Guadalupe,
Manaoag, Penafrancia,
at kung anu-ano pa,
mga birhen ng mga birhenes
liban siguro sa mahal na birhen
ng Calumpang o Culiculi;
na hinugis mula sa mga dayong
birhenes ng Fatima at San Bernadita,
Santa Teresa de Avila at mga santo
ng agua de pataranta.


Tulad din nga pagsamba
ng mga baliw na kabataan
Sa mga artistang puti;
na may matang pusa
o bughaw na mata
sa mga bagong artistang
galing Amerika
o kung saan lupalol
bulol pa rin managalog
hanggang ngayon.

Dahil hindi ako rasista,
Hindi ako nabubulag sa gandang dayo,
Kahit na sa mga Asyanong
Mahilig uminom ng tsaa
O kaya malibugan sa mga artistang
Nililinang ng ABS-CBN o GMA
Galling sa ibang bansa
maging galing sa Espanya
Alemanya o naging Miss universe
tulad ni Venus Raj,
Na mga nalahian ng mga Pinoy at Pinay
O nagsipunta sa Pinas para sumikat
Sa telebisyon at pelikula.

Bagamat humahanga parin
Ako sa kagandahan,
Naniniwala ako na ang ganda
Ay nasa mata ng tumitingin
At humahanga
Naalis ko na ang kolonyal at pyudal
Na pagsamba sa anumang dayo
Naniniwala pa rin ako
Na ang tunay na ganda
Na nilinang ng araw at bukid
Ng hirap at pagod
Ng simpleng paggawa
At hindi nang anumang kolerete
O pabangong galling sa ibang bansa.

Nasanay ako sa amoy ng gugo
at kalamansi,
amoy ng buhok mga nag-alaga sa akin,
na linahukan at lalong pinabango
ng langis ng niyog,
katulad ng baby oil para sa sanggol,
amoy ng kababaihan sa kanayunan,
na maging galing sa araw
sa maghapong gawain sa bukid,
ay maliligo para maglinis ng katawan.


Doon pa rin ako sa gandang Pilipina,
Dito sa Amerika at doon man
Sa aking bansa
para sa akin
ang babaing Pilipina
pa rin ang tunay
na larawan ng ganda.

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Thoughts on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, 2011

Thoughts on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, 2011



While watching the War of 1812 in the History Channel, I was surprised to find out that the reason why the British forces burned the White House when they occupied Washington DC was that it was a reprisal.

The American troops burned down the Commonwealth building in Canada when the US forces invaded it earlier. And yet the War of 1812 is used to rouse American patriotism and stress the anthem words, "The flag was still there."

And then I got back on a stream of historical events that made Martin Luther King Jr. to remark that,
“the greatest purveyor of violence and our enemy is our own American government.” It occurred to me that violence is really the bludgeon of the state to institute or implement its policies.

War against the Native Americans

Even as early as its very founding, the US cavalry freely and frequently used these same tactics of burning down the tepees and huts and villages of the Indian nations in their westward expansion of the army of the new United States and the early pioneers.

Again, the American army used these tactics against the pueblos of Mexico in a concerted effort to rid of/exterminate them in the westward push of the United States across the mainland. They burned down and destroyed Vera Cruz and even the city of Mexico in order to add what were then Mexican provinces to the US west coast in the mainland.

This became the SOP of American occupation forces wherever they fought for the flag or to say it straight, for American corporations super-profits all over the world. And they started in the Philippines in 1898.

The Filipino-American War

American troops certainly weren't discriminating in the US war of colonization of the Philippines called the  “Benevolent Assimilation“ against both the Filipino people and the Bangsamoro after all as many as 1.5 out of seven million perished from the forgotten Filipino-American War from 1899-1916.

At the onset of the war, American ships bombarded Manila (from Tondo to the south), Caloocan, Malolos in the north, and razed inland and lake towns from their gunboats running though the rivers. They burned down Pasig, Pateros and Taguig, prompting Filipino revolutionists who were being pursued to burn their own cities later instead of letting the Americans do it.

The American military perfected Spanish inquisition torture tactics in the Philippines calling it “water cure,” suffocation and the like that they have used as recently as a few years ago at the Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq. They used their tactics of “free fire zones” and “strategic hamlets” and perfected them first in the Philippines. (The thought of this is enough to get a chill up your spine when you recall how George W. Bush extolled the Philippines as a model for Iraq to follow in his speech onboard an aircraft carrier weeks after the intrusion into Iraq.)

World War II

This was also the policy of the US military during the Second World War, except on a much bigger scale than previously. It was evident in the way US bombers leveled whole cities in Germany and Japan without sparing civilian population centers.

Warsaw was the most devastated city in the Second World War, but in the drive to repulse the Japanese occupiers (who by the way spared the city when they entered Manila in 1942) Manila became the second most devastated city, thanks to intensive US bombing. More than 300,000 Manileños died in the US re-occupation of the Philippines.

The great irony is that the US recruited more than 500,000 Filipinos to fight their war against Japan, but recognized only 250,000 loyal soldiers to America and never recognized their military services as "active," and until now has not compensated the surviving veterans.

The US became the first and only country to use atomic bombs to kill hundreds of thousands of civilians in Japan ostensibly in order "to spare more lives and end the war."

The Korean War, 1st American Defeat

When the war in Korea broke out a few years later, the Americans really pulverized the north – every building, every school, every church or temple, and every dam was demolished, perhaps, in retaliation for unexpected losses on the ground. An American air force general boasted then: “We will bomb them back to the Stone Age.” After the smoke cleared, the people of the north literally crawled out of caves and Pyongyang only had two building structures left standing.

Four million Koreans, mostly civilians, perished because of US military tactics that included employing carpet bombing, napalming villages, the deliberate use of germ warfare bombs, and wholesale massacres of refugees like the well-documented No Gun Ri massacre.

[In 1958, after the US begrudgingly signed an armistice with the DPRK, in 1953 ,every single soldier of the Chinese People’s Volunteers had returned to China). In contrast, the US remains as the only foreign power to station 28,500 soldiers in the Korean peninsula, and to have hundreds of tactical nuclear warheads pointed menacingly at the north.

And Americans wonder why even today the people of the DPRK (north Korea) hate US imperialism so much?!

The Vietnam War

The US continued these identical indiscriminate practices throughout the war in Vietnam and the US did not spare the key cities of Hanoi and Haiphong. During the Christmas bombing of 1972, the US was dropping more bombs in a single day there than the entire amount expended during the Second World War.

In the aftermath of the failed Tet offensive of the Vietnamese, the US and their South Vietnamese puppet military killed as many as 10,000 suspected cadres and members of the National Liberation Front (NLF) in a desperate bid to "get even," undermine the deep popular support for the revolution, and eliminate the people's resistance in the south. All this before the widely publicized My Lai massacre committed by US troops in Vietnam in 1968.

All these examples explain and illustrate why Martin Luther King Jr. months before his assassination became the most prominent critic of the US war in Vietnam and described the US government "as the greatest purveyor of violence in the world."

Despite the US atrocities, the people of Vietnam still persevered and eventually defeated US imperialism in 1975. In all, several million people also perished in the 30 years of fighting in Vietnam.

We haven't even discussed how the US conducted itself in its "shock and awe" campaign in Iraq and in Afghanistan and in Pakistan.

That is another long discussion. In the meantime, we should await the full content of the declassified US cables courtesy of Wikileaks. #

27.1.11

Harry Potter in Deathly Hallows: Circa 1972

Harry Potter in Deathly Hallows: Circa 1972

One of my friend remarked: “ I became too exhausted after watching “Deathly Hallows Part 1” because of the chases.”

Another friend remarked, “It was like martial law.” I thought of it as an over simplification.

Well, if people became exhausted in watching Harry Potter’s last book, what more if you experienced fourteen years of martial law under the dictator Marcos in the Philippines, a topic relived in the film. It relived the time when the world of magic fell under the dark lord Valdemort whose name in the Philippines is Ferdinand Marcos.

The chases, well there was a lot both in the cities and in the countrysides. In he cities where the dark lord dominates, it was a hell of the time. In the provinces where there are thick forest, high mountains and a lot of peasant supporters, the chases were at first one-sided in favor of the “death-eaters” but later when the movement gained roots, with or with magic called "people's power" - it became bearable and optimistic.

I've read the book, so I am expecting the next film will feature an EDSA like uprising and I am expecting it.

It was both tragic and coincidental that in the film-there was a portion that shows a wedding and the dark forces attacked it. It also happened during martial law.

Once in Laguna, when a comrade was going to be married. Then the military get wind of it. But before they were to attack, a good guy told the crowd about it. And all the guest comrades with their resplendent barongs went awry and got away with dirt, dust and mud on their shirts just to get away,

But in another incident, the commander of the NPA unit in Davao was arrested in the affair. He chose not to fight it out in order for people not to get hurt. He was salvaged by the marine unit of now a Senator Pong Biazon and Col. Laudemer Kahulugan.

Deathly hallows lesson was about friendship. But martial law lessons taught us more about comradeship and devotion to the cause. The film mimics the search for a solution and the collective hope in one person- Harry Potter.

Martial law taught us how to hope and change the society.

Although it fell short later in EDSA 1  and 2 at least it gave us hope that 14 years of darkness and another 14 years of hopelessness can be overcome. It also showed family sacrifices like the Weasley’s fighting for a just cause.

Although highly simplified in the film, the ministry of magic under the rule of Valdemort showed how a fascist regime works. But honest and democrats inside it worked hard to blunt it fascist fangs as shown how the friends entered the ministry in stealth. These are a lot of men and woman who fought the dictator in their own little ways.

One of them Horacio Boy Morales  and other DAP were real wizards during the dark days of martial law. We can remember wizards like Fr. Zacharias Agatep and other fighting wizards for God.

Others in the academe and the likes of Lino Brocka and Ishmael Bernal in the film industry did their fair share.

But the real things are not magic like the film.

I enjoyed the film because it subtly showed how resistance became possible under an oppressive regime and I sigh because for fourteen years we did just that. Yes, there were a lot of chases. A near death or an almost death experience. I had a lot of them and it will be a novel to write about them.

But as my sister said ‘A lot of prayers from mama saved you from all the hazards and bad incidents that befell others.” I can just smile. What she said was true.

I remember that I shudder when she said: “ a lot of people went to our house. And a lot of them, I never saw again alive.” yah, a lot of them!

Deathly Hallows was just a movie. But at least Harry Potter films like “The Order of the Phoenix” and this one showed us that when there is oppression, there is resistance.

And in the end, like in the movies --  we will find the “deathly hallows” no matter how hard it is.

*****

The Drama that was “Sigwa”

Movie Review
January 23, 2011

The Drama that was “Sigwa”

It was a good night in the movies. I was happy that the Alex Theater in Glendale was filled to capacity for the showing of “Sigwa sa America.”

People was visibly excited and bear the long wait of more than 30 minutes before the film was shown. They murmured as the advertisements for the GMA went on  and on but it was worth the wait.The audience was polite and quiet.

Generally, the film was good political drama. The question why it became a hit in the Philippines was answered.

The film was a dramatization of the activist experience in the events called the “First Quarter Storm of 1970”. “Ang Sigwa ng Unang Kwarto”, its Tagalog translation. In short, Sigwa, the title of the film.

As an activist during the time, I can comment much is still to be desired from the film. Some scenes were deliberately over-dramatized, maybe to give way to the “artistic license” of the director or the writers of the film

The period was stretch over the long period of martial law and beyond.

Using flashbacks, it did not deal on the particular period of the FQS but even after. Even extending the present to further the discourse. It was a good vehicle on  explaining how the legal movement laid the foundations of an armed  movement. But it failed in making some of the connections.

An example, instead of pointing out to the infiltration problem in the movement, it stretched from the legal movement to the armed movement. By saying there were DPAs who entered the NPA in the story of Dolly and Eddie, it is still a mystery to me why the writers placed it there.

Maybe for the purpose of dramatization. But I would say, besides it is not being truthful. As far as I know there was no incidents in the movement like that. It was a writer made drama.

If the writers could have done more research, military agents who infiltrated the movement has been exposed or have exposed themselves earlier like ISAFP agentBenilda Macalde,  Lt. Elnora” Babbete” Estrada in KM and another Navy Lt. Fred Tirante in SDK.

Col. Estrada pinned down Nilo Tayag in a court case  in the late 1970 while Tirante exposed the SDK as a “NPA” front in 1971. That could have been more dramatic and exciting.

But they ( the infiltrators or agents or Ajax as the FQS activist called them that) never extended until the days of martial law. There is a real problem in the periodization of the film. In trying to made it romantic it became over-romantic to the point of a farce. The suicide of Dolly’s partner who was supposed to be an AFP agent is over dramatic.

Another is the scene where an activist is wearing a pasiquin backpack from the Cordillera. There was none and the student at that time never wears backpacks.

Now, I can understand what Luahati Bautista protest on the story that she claims that’s her. It was a stroy of a Fil-Am woman activist who came back to look for her daughter.

Honestly we only knew a few Fil-Am activist.  I know then an Amgirl ( that's how we called them then) was Melinda Paras. She help establish the KDP in the US. But she stayed in the US. Not a good reference.  But I will not comment on that until I read her book “Desaparacidos.”

But still the ending of Sigwa was a foreboding of things to come. I like that ending.

I love to see the day when former FQS activist who are have been or are now in the government like Bobby Tiglao, Gary Olivar , Hermie Coloma and others really finds themselves facing the barrel of the gun they shun and abhor.

But I have to accept it that a lot of moviegoers love the drama of the films that telenovelas that dramatizes the political landscape of our nation. At least the SIGWA did not become just a background but the theme itself of a film.

Just for that I went home contented that the film was worth my twenty dollars.

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After The Rains

After The Rains

 After the seven days rains
The waters receded;
Leaving the mud and slides
To be cleaned up;
The broken twigs and branches
Littered the streets, the creeks
That turned to rivers
And the pools that turned
Into awesome lakes now gone,
Like a battle field
Strewn with dead bodies
piled up like dead woods
Waiting to be buried;
Reeking with the smell of decay
It is sweet to find
The sunshine shining
After the rains as the grey skies
Turned into blue and again
We can greet everybody
A Merry Christmas to you.

Al P. Garcia
December 23, 2010

Perceptions

Perceptions

As a revolutionary, I am not supposed to believe in idealism.

So dreams, apparations and magic like those told in Harry Potter stories I just shrugged off.

But honestly,  I learned to appreciate the knowledge of the unknown. It is not idealism after all but the reality of metaphysics.

Metaphysics meaning some things that can happened but cannot be explained will have its explanations later. Meanwhile, in the absence of a proper term, and exact explanations , we can call it idealism, magic or mystery.

Being detached from the world  you have been used to really develop a gulf with your former reality and the present reality where you are in.

It is sad that we lived in the world where the perceptions of the majority must be the perception of the individual. If you do not with the flow, they will call you crazy.

One thing that I appreciate is that I do not have dreams lately.

Maybe for more than two years of so. That is why I am taken aback when things happened that I did not have any premonitions of or being surprised with such events. Usually, I dreamt about it even before it happens.

I found it good to be surprised with such events. Having a happy sleep is one luxury that I enjoy now. Because having dreams causes troubles for me. Meaning I have not been divorced with my old reality and my former life.

Still, I found it disturbing because once in a while I will have a very troubling dream. Dreams that do not give me any warning . Hazy and fuzzy  dreams that will make me so tired and dry after sleep.

Once, I was in a middle of a dream when my daughter came home. I did not try to wake up because I thought it was morning already and went back to my dreams but when I woke up it was still evening. It was then I learned that I fell asleep at four in the afternoon and she came home at around six in the evening.

Then I was fully awake and was not able to sleep again till the wee hours of the  morning.

I was surprised to find out that a close woman comrade of us died in the line of duty. That is why I had a very incoherent dream. That is why I was so disturbed in my sleep.

I cannot decide if I will be happy to regain that capability of mine to dream events that can forewarn me of some coming event. I thought I lost that sense of feeling two years ago.

I was wrong. Now I have to be ready for things to come.

In the other sense I am happy in the thought that I still live in the other reality deep in the struggles in my home front.

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2010--The Year That Was

2010--The Year That Was as we welcome the new year

Last year-2010  was distinguished from the other years with specific events.

It was marked with one successful conference, an exciting  community Mayflower festival,  a case filing for the veterans and widows , two deaths  and ended in two weddings.

Citing the sad episodes, the Filipino-American community lost two of its most young promising leaders. John De Lloro, a long time friend in the activist community died unexpectedly. The one that always reminded me to “slow down” I had to view him from his  casket.


The sad part is that the family except his father and some of them really appreciated his work with the community. The others  were so bitter that they shielded the immediate family from his burial. Like most of the immediate families of activist in the Philippines, I understood their jealousy from the love of an activist.

They thought maybe the labor leader could have lived  longer if he was who he was. A fallacy that  destroys people who were never politicized.

Another one who departed was Peter Corpus. The community tribute to him was a testament of his beautiful work that will be his lost lasting legacy to his community. What ever good that was lost because of his departure, will be gained by what Peter has sown in the future in the community he has helped built.

Milestone

Another event that was a milestone in the community was the case filing of the veterans and widows last October 8, 2010 in San Francisco. The denied veterans that numbered more than 22,000 who were denied by the DVA because of a flimsy excuse that they are not on  the so-called “Missouri List”made the hard decision to fight for their rights.

The JFAV, AWARE and the Migrant Heritage Commission (MHC)  are leading these efforts of more than 56,000 living veterans and at least 120,000 widows in the Philippines and in the United States.


It was a undertaking that took more than two years in planning. Yet the gain outweigh the cost. It proved that we Filipino Americans are not mendicant and are not push-overs.

Another exciting event was the Mayflower Festival at the eastern end of Historic Filipinotown. It was almost perfect until the City threw a monkey wrench into the affair. They wanted the event to pay $ 2,000 for a procession so we have to scale it down to an indoor festival. So much for a large scale planning. We have to make do with what we can have.

As usual a usual socialism conference was held in USC in Los Angeles last November. The difference this time, more activist sprung out from the ground to move the socialist agenda forward. Old faces are gone, new faces emerged to take up the challenges of the times.

The two weddings

And the last but were also exciting events was the two weddings of the year. Actually it was more than weddings. It was a political consolidation of sort. Doubled as a reunion and a show of  community strength and friendship.

A ninja and a cook got hitched.It was both a product of long political relationships. A warrior and a diminutive  lady got married in the library after that.


On a sorry note, we arrived just in time for the speeches. We were early but we have to spend time looking for a parking space because my friend wont want to pay for parking.


I was not even able to take off my green military overcoat and was shoved into the limelight for a speech that almost everybody did not understand but I delivered. I looked like a soldier coming from the battlefield to report to the HQ the good results of a great battle that won the war! Minus the helmet of course!

What a way to end the year in heavy drinking and getting up in the morning with a hangover. But that was the year that was folks. Not let’s get ready for the next year with more hope, more perseverance and more hard struggle.

And hard drinks!

Happy New Year!

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A Night at the LA Art Walk

A Night at the LA Art Walk

Going to the LA Art Walk  on a Thursday the 13th is like going to a food fair.

But unlike a food fair, it’s a food trucks fair where you can find all kinds of people.

It is a novel idea of a dead downtown to keep itself and rejuvenate itself. An opportunity to give a night life to a mass of people  ( mostly middle class  and  the upper strata of the working class ) during hard times. So the authorities came out with an idea to call it an Art Walk.

Besides giving the middle class to walk and conglomerate, ,meet  friends and try to entice people to see the art galleries, trendy things and the like, it’s a good scheme to give people an excuse to spend money not on art but on food and drinks.

We entered several art galleries to oogle at supposed to be art exhibits. A springkling of paintings, bodies of work that is up to anybody's interpretations. For them maybe, the more you cant understand it- that’s art!

A friend who was with me said:” It’s just a walk, never mind the art.”

Going at my first time, I was surprised to learn it was side by side with State federal building where the office of the governor was. It says much at the time the state is set to institute cuts, after cuts after cuts while giving the rich people and the ongoing war in Afghahistan more money and more body to die and maim.

The only saving grace for the night was the time spend in a place called “Harlem’s Place” in LA. I was told that it was a place called formerly as “Lost Souls Café.” And it lived up to its name because it was lost and the café has another name. Still its called Harlem Place in LA?

Well I can say, I enjoy the songs. the singers  and the Ube Shake provided by a friend.

And also two photographs on display by an AFFIRM activist. Maybe the only thing I enjoy most of the night and the company of KMBers, youngsters whose youthful vigor infects  and inspires my empty night of introspection.

A good night, an  excuse to greet a fellow activist a happy birthday with a tight hug.  Yah a good walk for a cold night with the mass.

A good walk and really a good night.

About the art? Oh come on forget it!

“ Your Secret Is Safe With Me “

Essay


“ Your Secret Is Safe With Me “

I had a lady friend who once told me, “ You will never know my secrets. I have a way of telling it to strangers. They will know yet they will never know me. So my secrets will be safe with them.”

I just smiled  because that means, for the long years we have been friend, she never knew me. Like other people who used to say they knew me. I am happy say: “No you don’t.”

Yes people say they know me. But they really don't know me.

My real friends really knew me. For they tell me their secrets and their secrets stay with me.

They trust me, and why should I betray that trust?

It reminds me of Harry Potter series. If there were real magic and we can preserve our memories, then how fine and good it would be. We can just revisit our memories and tell them, over and over again.

We just look at the bowl of memories, get it and then, we can see what happened in the past. But the problem, it is only in the J.K. Rowling's book.

Maybe that is the reason why people write journals , diaries or books. Good or bad .

They have to preserve their memories and their sanity.

I had this habit of writing in a diary since I was in high school. But when I became an activists, I stopped it. I don’t want to write because it might incriminate others.

I might incriminate myself. I don’t want my writings to be used against me or the people and with and the movement. Besides if it fall into the enemies hand, I am a goner!

So I enjoyed the oral traditions of the peasants and the minorities. Some of their stories have been a thousand times told but even so I really enjoyed it. It maybe because there are different people who tell the stories. And each person has a way of telling it.

Some stories are tall stories. You might not believe it Yet it happened.

I really love,  love stories and war stories and even horror stories. And believe it or not even bible stories because they have stories and lessons to tell.

Coming back to secrets. Different people have secrets. Some secrets they take to the grave and yet they leave it to somebody for safekeeping.

It is like a heirloom, a treasure that you cannot take with you to death.

A friend said to me: “ the reason they invented the priest is for somebody to hear and keep other secrets. In a capitalist system, they invented the therapist or the psychiatrist so you can tell and pay somebody that keep your secrets.”

That might be true, But the hardest thing to be a keeper of secret. Because you have take the secret with you to the grave.

And that is a mark of a true friend.

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Mang "Mad Max"

Essay

Mang "Mad Max"

I was watching Dante’s Peak on HBO, I remembered Mang Max when Mount Pinatubo volcano erupted in June 1991. It will be its 25th anniversary this year.

Mang Max went out of the house that afternoon, because it was dark. He even questioned why its dark because it should not be. It’s only early afternoon in Manila

“Bok, umuulan ng yelo, labas ka dito.” He told me.

When I went out it was not snow.  It was dust. Dust from the volcano’s eruption.I opened the radio and the DZRH said, they were wondering what happened because it was dark in Quiapo and other places. Several minutes later they confirmed that the volcano in Central Luzon erupted.

The volcano’s eruption brought into attention the ineptness of the US-Aquino regime then. The only good thing that came out of it was the US bases (Clark and Subic) evacuated even before the eruption of the volcano. That made all Filipinos  mad about the US bases because the Americans left without even telling the nation that the volcano was about to erupt. And it helped boot out the bases in 1992. Only to be restored by the VFA by another puppet president Joseph Estrada.

Mang Max and me were happy. Everybody were in medical mask. No need to wear good clothes. We were able to around the city with no hassle. For the dust is everywhere for several weeks.

He had fun with our daughter May. He sometimes ran out of breath running after my little girl . We were not able to go out for a week because of the eruption of the volcano when the dust clouds where still thick.

My friend Joe, where Max stayed for a long while in LA said: “God dammed Max, he does not know how to cook. When he is left at home we will always eat canned goods.”

I told him: “What can you expect, he is a war veteran.” Said with a hearty laugh. For I know Mang Max knows how to cook. He taught me how to cook some recipes while we were in Manila.

Again Joe remembers: “It’s Max again, he voted for Bush not for Clinton!” Max retorted: “He passed the law ( the naturalization law for the Filipino veterans in 1991) that made it possible for me to go to the US.” And they all laughed!

He also remembered the earthquake of 1994. " When my son and me looked back, Max was not there anymore. He ran as fast as he could and was already downstairs!" Joe recalled.

In birthday bash another friend remembered: “ He voted for Eliseo’s Mural not for Papo, ( Papo De Asis, an artist  friend who died earlier than Mang Max) damn Mang Max.” We smiled, a very sad and not hearty smile over Kimchi and broiled pusit.

In a ride home a friend commented. “That’s Mang Max, nobody can tell what he should do, vote for or what he should do. He is a man of his own.”

Unlike other veterans, who brag about their war records, Max is quiet about it. He is just content on hearing while  other tell  stories in our HQ in Alvarado over a cup of copy. He will just wink at me.

At home, he has his own library and stocks of books. He will always tell me when I pay him a visit: “ Get anything book or VHS you want.” He has also a stock of VHS tapes. While in Manila, he was a constant companion when I watch movies.

I was not able to fulfill my promise to bring him to New York, because he just passed away. He really wants to go the East Coast. We made plans together, but now we cannot do it anymore.

But I was able to give him his certificate from the Philippine Government honoring him as a Filipino World War II veteran. Sadly I was able to give it to him at his bedside at his final moments.

As I went through my album I saw rare photographs with him from 1998 to the latest. He was alive and his eyes sparkled with that ready smile.

We love Mang Max, I salute him!

The Freedom Fighter(2)

The Freedom Fighter(2)

I received today the dreaded call. Mang Max, passed away today January 20, 2010.

Yesterday I fought back  tears when I saw a proud Filipino veteran in his hospital bed in pain. But i didn't dare to show it.

The once, jolly man who loved horses , who was a fixture in the Mcdonald’s Alvarado outlet ( which we fondly called the veterans HQ)  lied in his bed fighting for his life. Now he is at peace.

At the age of 14. a native of Sampaloc, Manila,  he went with the American and Filipino forces in their drive to stamp out the Japanese fascist invaders out of Manila, after the US forces liberated the northern half of Manila. The American soldiers brought him although he was underage because he speaks fluent English. That was a rarity in the occupied Philippines then among young Filipinos.

 He went with up to the high mountains of Penablanca  and deep valleys of Cagayan to pursue  the recalcitrant Nippon soldiers who fought them until the Emperor called them out to surrender. They flushed out the snipers in Callao caves  up to the jagged mountains of Baggao

He was with General Dalton of the US Army  at the Battle of Balite Pass when he was killed by Japanese snipers in Balete Pass ( now called Dalton Pass in Nueva Vizcaya ). Dalton  was hit in the eye by a sniper during the turbulent battle.

He was assigned to the Triple A. that’s he fondly  called his unit- the Anti Aircraft Artillery battery that guards the skies against Kamikaze pilots during the Battle for the Philippines in that battle.

Together with his brother, he was enlisted to the new Philippine Scouts and was admitted to the US Army to act garrison guards in Okinawa and was ready to assault Japan for the great invasion. But when the war ended they were honorably discharged.

 He went back to civilian life and went on to be a logging conscessionaire in Mindanao. He raised a family and sired a lot of daughters.

When martial law came, he did not take it stride. He became an ardent supporter of the anti-Marcos underground. And as a veteran, he  cannot take the oppression that a fellow veteran imposed on his fellow Filipinos. He became again a freedom fighter. This time not against the Japanese but against a  Filipino dictator.

Until the time came when he heard that the United States allowed veterans to be American citizens to emigrate to the mainland. He tried his luck and because his papers are all in order he went to the United States in 1992.

He suffered the indignities of a second-class citizen. With no relatives in his first destination in San Francisco, he went to LA to find other contact. Luckily, he met people from BAYAN-International USA ( now the Alliance-Philippines) who took care of him. He stayed in a garage turned into a rental unit at a back house in Pilipinotown until SIPA helped him to get a decent senior housing.

He joined the veterans under the Kilusang Disyembre 7   or the December 7th Movement (D7M) that People’s CORE formed in 1993  that later became the Justice for Filipino American Veterans (JFAV) in 1998. He was ever present in rallies, demonstrations, petitions, forums and mass actions that JFAV called. He slowed down because he was already 86 years old.

He was always ever present in Santa Anita for he loved horses as he loved his people who he fought for against the Japanese invaders in World War II and the US-Marcos dictatorship form 1972-1986.

I made it a point to always passed by the HQ and we talked over a cup of coffee. He always buy me one before I go to my usual routine of outreach. Until I got an urgent call that he was in the hospital.

He was happy because he received his lump sum. He was lucky because he was in the “Missouri List”  But  he continued  fighting for others who have not received theirs and who were denied their benefits.

 Mang Max fought the good fight. Like other veterans who waiting for their time, the vanishing breed. Whom the American called "The Greatest generations" but still refused to honor. He is still fighting for what the veterans believed what is due to them- full recognition, justice and benefits.

We salute you Mang Max.

And even you did  beat that heart attack of yours, your heart will keep beating for all the Filipino masses you loved and who loved you!

Paalam!

A Salute to Sgt. Tom Culanag

A Salute to Sgt. Tom Culanag

( This eulogy for JFAV-AWARE-MHC  was read by Atty. Arnedo Valera at the viewing of Sgt. Tom Culanag in the Washington-Maryland-Virginia tri-state memorial service for the departed veteran on January 23, 2010.)

Today we give our final tribute and honor Sgt. Tom Culanag.

He belongs to what America called “the Greatest Generation.”. They who defended our freedom when  it was threatened. But sad to say He does not belong to it .

Our World War II veterans do not belong to it. America still refuses to recognize them. Consider that until today our Filipino World War II veterans are still not recognized as American veterans by law. By the government and the flag that they served during the great war –World War II.

Sgt.Culanag fought as a guerilla in Nueva Vizcaya. He also enlisted as a new Philippine Scout and a soldier of the Commonwealth army in the Philippines . And yet Tom Culanag fought another war. A war against forgetting and a war for remembering. The United States government conveniently called their service “ not active for the purposes of benefits. In a stroke the pen, 79th US Congress by the Rescission Act of 1946 dishonored our veterans.

Tom Culanag walked the halls of Congress. Like other veterans whose shoes were worn out for walking the hall of congress during the lobby for 12 years. Napudpod na ang mga sapatos nila at nakuha lang natin ay kakarampot na Lump sum . Sa mahigit na 46,000 na nagapply halos kalahati ang nadeny. May 22,000 sila at may mahigit pang 8,000 ang nasa proseso at naghihintay. Ano ba naman yan.

Tama ang sinasabi ng mga nasa Pilipinas. Nagmumukha na tayong pulubi. Panahon na na manindigan tayo at igiit ang ating mga karapatan. Ito ang ginawa ng mga Japanese Americans noong 1978. Ito rin ang landas na ginagawa natin ngayon sa pamumuno  ng MHC, JFAV at AWARE.

But today, after 65 years, Congresswoman Speier of California filed by Filipino Veterans Fairness Act of 2011 or HR 210. We can honor Tom Calunag and other who did wavered and continued to lobby for fairness and justice, for equity and benefits by  supporting the bill, by supporting JFAV,Aware and the MHC in our continuing struggle.

HR 210 seeks to 1) repeal the rescission act and provide full benefits to veterans and widows 2).It will expand the eligibility for benefits to include all military records within and outside the “Missouri List” 3) and repeal the “quit claim” or the waiver of rights in the FVECF. Ngayon may roon na tayong mas malaking pag-asa.

Kung nagawa natin noon mula 1997, kaya pa rin nating gawin ito ngayonng 2011. Alalahaning natin papalapit na ang eleksyon ng 2012. Ito na ang tamang panaho na tayo ay maningil ng pampulitikang pabor.

Concomitant to this lobby is our court case against the DVA that is complementary to our lobby in the US Congress. The best tribute we can give to our remaining veterans is to continue their struggle and win it for them.

Nakilala si Mang Tom nang punitin niya ang denied application niya sa harap ng DVA noon sa Washington DC noong 1998. Kung nagawa niya ito noon, kaya nating gawing muli para patunayang hindi tayo titigil hanggang hindi natatamo ang tunay na katarungan, mge benepisyo at equity!

Walang pinakamalaking karangalan maipagkakaloob sa mga beterano kundi ang kilalanin sila bilang beterano ng Amerika. Ang pagpapatuloy ng kanilang pakikibaka at ang tagumpay nito ang tanging maiaalay nating kontribusyon ng ating komunidad sa ating mga nabubuhay pang at namatay nang mga bayaning Pilipino.

Ngayon ang panahon na nang pagkakaisa. Kung tayo man ay may hindi pinagkakaunawaan sa taktika sana ito na ang panahong mag-isang hanay tayo at suportahan ang panukalang batas na ito para sa katarungan at benepisyo ng mga beterano, ng kanilang mga balo at naiwang kaanak.

Katarungan, pagkakapantay-pantay, Karangalan para sa mga beterano.

Isabuhay ang diwa ni Sgt. Tom Culanag.

Ang Drama ng “Sigwa”

Pagsusuri 
January 24, 2011

Ang Drama ng  “Sigwa”

Puno ang Alex Theater  ng Glendale nang manood ako ng “Sigwa sa America.” Hindi karaniwan ito dahil may tatak pulitika ang pelikula.

Natutuwa ako dahil napuno ang sinehan. Hindi karaniwan ito dahil iniiwasan ng mga tao ang mga usaping pulitikal. Ngunit maraming tao, marahil dahil mahusay ang outreach o dahil sa maganda ang pelikula.

Ngunit ayon sa nagpalabas nitonang magpaliwanag ito, nais lang nilang ugatin kung bakit tayo napunta sa Amerika. Sinasagot nga daw ng palabas na ito kung bakit maraming nagnais mangibang bansa lalo na sa panahon ng diktadurang US-Marcos.

Ang pelikula ay isang paglalarawan kung ano ang naganap sa panahon  na tinatawag noong “First Quarter Storm of 1970”. “Ang Sigwa ng Unang Kwarto”, sa  Tagalog.

Kaya  Sigwa, tang titulo ng pelikula.

Pinaksa nito ang buhay aktibista noong FQS. Ngunit lumawig ng husto ang pagtalakay sa karanasan at buhay ng mga aktibista. Lumigwak ito sa hanggang sa panahong martial law at maging sa kasalukuyang. Pilit nitong sinakop ang lahat ng panahon mula 1970  hanggang 2009.

Dahil dito, kahit gustong pagtahi-tahiin ng manunulat at director ang paksa,sa tingin ko,  nawala ito ng kapangyarihan at ang pokus nito at nauwi sa isang mumurahing drama ng mga personahe tulad ng obrang “Dekada 70.”

Bilang isang aktibista noong panahon ng FQS, natatawa ako sa labis na dramang ginawa sa “Sigwa.” Marahil nais lamang ipagparangalan ng director ang kanyang “artistic license”. Nais nitong lagpasan ang drama ng "Dekada 70" na uminog sa isang pamilya. Ang Sigwa naman ay tumutok sa mga love stories at kung saan ito nauwi.

Pinalawig ang mga eksena o ang drama maging lagpas na ng FQS. Sumapaw ito sa panahon ng martial law hanggang sa kasalukuyan-lalo na sa panahon ni GMA. Naglakbay diwa ito sa pamamagitan ng paraang balik-tanaw ( flashback) at ginutay-gutay ng mga drama at konstradiksyong persona. Waring ang kilusan ay ginawang personal kaya lumalim ng lumalim ang drama. OA ika nga.

Nais marahil ng director at manunulat na ipaliwanag ang ugat at pinagmulan ng kilusan. Tagumpay sila dito. Ngunit sa pagpapalawig, lubha itong nagusot dahil sa pagkakasanga.

Halimbawa, mayroon bang ina na babalik pagkaraan ng 35 na taon para hanapin ng anak? Naalala ko tuloy ang pelikulang "Andrea." Ang drama ng isang ina ni La Aunor.

Sa ilang eksena, ang usapin ng DPA o impiltrasyon ay lumabas lamang noong 1981-85. Ngunit binigyan ito ng diin sa drama nina Dolly at Eddie na inilagay sa panahong pagkababa ng martial law. Na hindi kailanman naging totoo.Hindi pa uso ang DPA at ginawa lamang ito ng diktadura noong 1981.

Labis na drama ding nagpakamatay si Eddie para patunayan siya ay nagbago. Una, walang karanasan sa kilusang ganito. Ikalawa ang mga karanasan ng inpiltrasyon ay sa panahon ng FQS nangyari hindi matapos ang martial law. Naganap lang ito noong 1981-90. Ikatlo, nagtataka ako kung bakit ipinasok ito ng director ng wala sa lugar.

Marahil para ipagtanggol ang kilusan sa mga pumupuna dito. O Kaya talagang madrama lang ang sumulat at wala silang maisip kundi ipasok ang bahaging ito na overacting. Lumalabas tuloy na kulang sila sa pagsusuri.

Kung nagsuri lamang ng husto ang mga gumawa ng pelikula dapat nalaman nilang nahitik ang kilusan sa  mga impiltrador na nagpanggap na aktibista at sa huli ay nalantad din ,nabisto ng mga kasama tulad nina ISAFP agent Benilda Macalde,  Lt. Elnora” Babbete” Estrada ng  KM at ng isang  Navy Lt. Fred Tirante sa  SDK.

Binulgar ni  Babette Estrada at tumistigo siya laban kay Nilo Tayag, Chairman noong  ng KM  sa korte noong 1970. Kasintahan siya ni Tony Tayco ng  KM noon. Samantalang si Tirante ay lumantad para siraan ang SDK bilang  “NPA” front noong  1971.  Mas maganda kung dito sila nagtuon kaysa sa lumikha ng di-makatotohanang drama. Sila ang tinatawag noong mga Ajax o ahente ng kilusan. Di pa noon uso ang DPA.

Sa isang eksena nakasuot sa likod ng isang aktibista ang pasikin gawa sa Cordillera. Noong FQS di pa uso ang back-pack sa mga kabataan. Ilan lamang ito sa mga maliliit na pagkakamali ng pelikula na di lalagpas sana sa mapanuring mata ng mga kritiko.

Iba pa ang usapin sa paratang ni Luahhati Bautista na hinalaw daw sa kayang aklat ang istorya tungkol sa isang Fil-Am. Nauunawaan ko ito pero gusto ko pang mabsa ang aklat bago ako magkomento.

Para sa akin gusto ko ang ending ng Sigwa. Nagbabadya ito ng hinaharap. Sana nga magtagumpay na rin ang rebolusyong tumatagal nang masyado.

Sana dumating ang panahon na ang mga dating aktibista tulad nina Bobby Tiglao ng KM-Ateneo  na naging tagatilaok ni GMA, si Gary Olivar ng SDK/MDP at ngayon si Hermie Coloma ng UP at iba pa ay maharap din sa bunganga ng baril na kanilang inaalipusta.

Maraming nanood sa pelikulang hinitik ng istorya ng pag-ibig. Sabagay kahit paano, hindi na lang background ang FQS, Ito mismo ang istorya.

Dito lang, sulit na ang bayad ko!

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