Marcos is no hero. Otherwise we are just a nation of pocket monster chasers.
Marcos is not just a corpse. If put six feet under the Libingan ng mga Bayani, that would be burying Edsa. The revolution that rippled across the globe.
Germany. Poland. Chile. Estonia. Latvia. Lithuania. Romania. South Korea. Czechoslovakia.
What a disgrace it would be.
All because the few good men have fallen short of their duty.
Because the hooligans have snaked their way into power now; the crooks, sneaking back into the political setup.
All thanks to the web of lies sown by revisionists to the Generation Online, to whom CHANGE is just a matter of strokes on the keyboard:
Alt + Delete and you’re in Ctrl.
Philippine history has never been so manageable.
I was once a ‘millenial’ too if you will. A budding abecedarian. Wet behind the ears.
Until his death, I thought Ninoy was just another mad bomber in denim jacket. And Marcos, the guardian.
I mistook UP Campus for a hornet’s nest. Was I too busy memorizing textbooks I forgot about learning.
The real State of the Nation then was state versus the nation. Evident only to the discerning minds. The Truth was never served on the doorstep. It was for us to find out.
Nobody in the family would speak of live sociopolitical issues at the time lest the Metrocom would smoke out the subversion off our brains.
When Ninoy got EJK’d in ’83, it was the onset of drastic changes. It left us with only a short spell to savor our cheap youth of Tanduay ESQ, Pinoy Rock and grass. Activism entered the scene disrupting a Space Invader-fevered period.
I had my modest share of militancy in the ’80s. From pocket rallies in Cubao, mid-high school, to collegiate protests in Plaza Miranda all the way to Mendiola (where everyone was served cold pan de sal to fill their subversive tummies).
And ultimately, Edsa.
After People Power, it felt like a life span has slipped by.
I can still hear Freddie Aguilar’s rendition of “Bayan Ko” playing in Edsa.
Though I wonder, what anthem would he be vocalizing now as he rise from the planks of the man who wants Marcos buried a hero?
Ka Freddie, ba’t ka nagkaganyan..
OK. Perhaps a duet with the “Main Man” Ramon Jacinto. Martial Law victim. Man from exile. Now Presidential Adviser on Economic churva.
Are they to differ now from their boss’ idea of burying Marcos as a hero?
Or is thirty years long enough to twist one’s moral ground?
Well. Shake it up baby now.
In one breath with nuns, priests and so on. The same horde thirty years ago.
At one point in his speech, we were gripped by Director Joel Lamangan’s recital of an Amado V. Hernandez epic:
Kung wala nang maglalamay sa gabi ng pagbabangon, lumuha ka nang lumuha, ang laya mo’y nakaburol.
We came to Luneta because they don’t get it.
We came to keep demagogues from snapping Marcos out of his dead body.
To keep dictatorship off the Philippine air.
To keep our minds from being conditioned to this now bukambibig word “Martial Law.”
Marcos is not a hero. Repeat 100x.
Or would you rather the people topple a strongman — again.