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IN THIS MORNING OF MY LIFE…

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It’s a mad montage of gorgeous faces and horrific aftermaths of people’s actions.

Carlos Celdran…. on a Throwback Monday find

Carlos Celdran…. on a Throwback Monday find

Starting with dreamer and trouble-maker Carlos Celdran, with an old Haribon Society ID displaying tousled, Byronic high school glory. Carlos wears a vast array of hats (literally, too). He’s a world-famous tour guide who’s lifted his corner of the profession into performance art. He’s an activist for reproductive health and gender rights and gotten grief from the Catholic Church. And, yeah, he bagged the first victory among Change.org Philippines users — for his stop Torre de Manila petition — and he’s done it twice.

A bizarre press conference serves up the yin and yang of China’s fractured self. Call it the Mad Lauriat, with ambition and unforgotten slights as aperitif and the main course fermented by years of pain and rage.

Braving Fire. Chen Guo joined a group suicide attempt in January 2001. Photo from Hufftingpost.com

Braving Fire. Chen Guo joined a group suicide attempt in January 2001. Photo from Hufftingpost.com

The before and after faces of two beautiful women who set themselves on fire in a political protest.

There’s something definitely lost in translation. The race for sensationalism is deadly to your brain cells. Nothing tells us why and how the Falun Gong can get women to immolate themselves. Nor does it say how US journos came up with the startling suggestion that the women were government stooges.

My instinct says, not  the latter. Stooges are inherently driven by self-interest. I doubt if the Chinese government ever gifted stooges with rewards on the level that could erase the primal fear of losing one’s face. That will need some cosmic belief, for better or worse.

Iran is rewarded for scaring the world with nukes. $500 million. Well. someone wants to reward the PH government for its inefficiency. Emergency powers, indeed. Everyone forgets this country has spent the years after emergency powers untangling the messy results.

Manny Pangilinan needs nobody’s blessings as he continues gobbling up huge chunks of industries — this time, the media. He’s got TV5 and its news website, Interaksyon, and shares in assorted other media firms, and now he wants GMA. He’s given “multi-media” an entirely new meaning! As the news website he owns acknowledges:

“Any PLDT acquisition of a broadcast network would have to go through the gamut of regulatory and Congressional approvals. As it already owns TV5 and BusinessWorld — as well as minority stakes in Philippine Daily Inquirer and Philippine Star — PLDT’s bid for GMA would attract close scrutiny, if not opposition from certain quarters concerned over the concentration of media power in one conglomerate.”

UNREST. After two years of relative calm, Thai protesters trying to oust yet another Thaksin government.

UNREST. After two years of relative calm, Thai protesters trying to oust yet another Thaksin government.

It’s rock and roll — again — in Bangkok

“Protesters, led by former deputy prime minister Suthep Thaugsuban, have declared they will shut down the Bangkok and force a resignation of PM Yingluck Shinawatra before they install an unelected people’s council that will undertake reforms.  They plan to blockade key intersections across the city before attempting to cut water and electricity supply. The armed forces has sent more than two dozen companies of troops to protect important ministries and utilities.”

Twitter photo grab

Twitter photo grab

How many more cycles of the poor electing their bet and the middle class and elite promptly massing for ouster? Losers of elections wanting to gift themselves the right of rulers. This is so deja vu. And we hear the same murmurs now in the Philippines. Not necessarily from losers. A council. A council. Shortcuts and the never-neding cycle of conflict. Doesn’t take much to know who benefits.

Veronica Pedrosa tweets about a boy beaten to death by traffickers in Malaysia.

This isn’t the first case of refugees being oppressed in Thailand. Go around Bangkok’s red light district and ask for the nationalities of the women.

Trafficking. How much trust and opportunity were lost when an award-winning NGO was charged with siphoning off a big part of donors’ funds? I think of a recent lunch when a friend stressed the need for organizations to be self-sustaining.

A reminder that I may not have watched a single Oscars contender yet. Can’t wait for Emmanuel Lubezk’s “Gravity” (a likely Oscar win) and Hayao Miyazaki’s 2-D historic drama (animation), “The Wind Rises”.

DZBB Flash: Isang tanker at kotse, nagkagitgitan sa ilalim ng Skyway, Makati City.; wala namang napaulat na sugatan.

And for a surreal end from ‏@BostonDotCom.  They used to photoshop models to make them look thinner, more idealized. Then the models started mutilating themselves to kill any inconvenient reminder of reality. Then the real people started to protest. And now they  photoshop models are photoshopped to make them look fatter.

“The vast majority of the models who need reverse Photoshopping aren’t women who just happen to have that body type… They are part of a social institution that demands extreme thinness, and they’re working hard on their bodies to be able to deliver it.” – Lisa Wade, chair of the sociology department at Occidental College in Los Angeles, who blamed “an industry that requires women to be unhealthy and then hides the harmful consequences.”



HER WAY: Rose Fostanes made an autobio of X-Factor

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Rose Fostanes and mentor Shiri Maimon wow with a cover of Alicia Keys' "If I Ain't Got You" (Photo from Rose Fostanes unofficial fan page on Facebook)

Rose Fostanes and mentor Shiri Maimon wow with a cover of Alicia Keys’ “If I Ain’t Got You” (Photo from Rose Fostanes unofficial fan page on Facebook)

She’s a lesbian, middle-aged and overweight, with a snub nose, jowls, an accent waiting for a cleaver, and enunciation problems. But she has a diva’s full chest tones and soaring notes, bigger-than-life gestures and the ebullient charm of one who lives to serve and love. And she has given “Beautiful” a whole new spin.

On Tuesday (Wednesday morning in Manila), Israel poured love back on Filipino caregiver Rose Fostanes, crowning her the country’s first X-Factor winner.

Fostanes won the contest in pure Pinoy melodrama style, singing Frank Sinatra’s “My Way”, a somewhat dangerous sing-a-long staple in videoke-crazy Asia. The theme song of every rebel, with or without a cause, the exclamation point to a season’s repertoire that had plumbed every facet of her life struggles.

Some awkward adlibs, the trademark “p” for “f” — all easily overlooked in a powerful performance that scorched past the lush orchestra sound and filled every corner of the arena.

“My Way” is dangerous not just because impatient singers or displeased listeners have been known to shoot hapless performers.  It’s a compressed biography of every person’s life, alluding to a string of slights and sorrows.

Frank Sinatra, photo from http://www.last.fm/music/Frank+Sinatra

Frank Sinatra, photo from http://www.last.fm/music/Frank+Sinatra

It’s also that great aspirational song: Paul Anka penned it for Frank Sinatra, the baadest of the Rat Pack, those rowdy, brilliant, troubled singers who scandalized America as much as they bedazzled.

For almost three minutes, “My Way” allows every downtrodden soul the ultimate dream — giving the a cruel world the dirty finger and getting away with it. And, if one is good enough, getting applause for it.

Life is a soap opera. It’s too easy for “My Way” to degenerate into cheap melodrama. Rose — like most Filipinos, she sports a nickname; Osang, a word made famous by another defiant woman — is 47 years old and has spent 20 years working as a caregiver around the Middle East.

Salt of the earth, sentimental like so many of her people, yet always ready to straighten the shoulders and march on with every disaster. Her life’s dream was hobbled early on because she lacked a star’s looks. Like millions of Filipinos, she took care of the family by working long hours in strange lands. She gifted every note of “My Way” with a rock-solid dignity. Instead of sneering anger, she turned it into a hallelujah chorus.

Osang waddled into her X-Factor audition in jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt, belly almost dwarfing the bust.

Osang, auditioning for X-Factor Israel

Osang, auditioning for X-Factor Israel

With her first song, she set her terms.

“This Is My Life” is a torch singer’s favorite, where every stanza can be punctuated by little sobs.

Osang did not prowl the stage. She has always rooted herself on that private space, a stocky tree with surprisingly graceful arms.  She gave no sobs. She growled at times but for the most part told the story straight, the perfect strategy for a singer whose voice needs no adornment save for that exceptionally expressive face.

By the second round, X-Factor Israel viewers knew Osang was no stereotype, that she would always serve up surprises.

With a heart “going doog, doog,” she ditched standards and sizzled with a country-blues cover of Lady Gaga’s “You and I”. Big Mama, hot goddess at 4’11 and god knows how many pounds, hitting the loins dead on. All the way to that rhythmic spoken afterglow, “You have to move, you have to fight; you have to make your best.”

Now, that’s a line that belongs to a song. Even with slightly fractured English, Osang has the gift of  gab. Short sentences suffused with unintentional irony, or long riffs with perfectly timed pauses; when not singing, she dishes out sidewalk poetry.

Baby doll. That was a signal. Auditioning, Rose said she was alone. Eventually, despite fearing a backlash over identity, she came out to the Associated Press as a lesbian with a butch partner of 30 years. “We have the same dreams, we share property and a bank account,” she says. “She is my soulmate.”  Mel seems to be as gentle and dignified as Osang and got to see her baby doll become a star.

I’m a big fan of musical reality shows. But I haven’t yet seen a singer turn a season into an autobiography. This was what Osang did, making her performances the distillation of those little tales.

She barely reached the armpits of her gorgeous groupmates in the preliminary rounds but she stalked out like a queen in the slow-rock anthem, “Purple Rain”. That must have been a nightmare for her rivals.

Osang squeaked through the judges house, emerging from that cocoon as a star.

"Beautiful… no matter what they say." Osang's anthem,

“Beautiful… no matter what they say.” Osang’s anthem,

The producers must have really loved her because with the first live show they had transformed her into a chic dynamo in silver lame and a black overcoat.

The makeover was just enough to highlight Rose’s world-weary, kind face as she sang of transcending insecurities. That almost spoken word in the last chorus of Christina Aguillera’s “Beautiful” was a statement of self and a call to arms for everyone — woman, man, transexual — who has ever faced rejection.

A judged said she’d just used up her finale number. He was wrong, just barely.

She would prance in “Valerie”, shimmy and she belt out that old war-horse, “I Who Have Nothing”, rock it out again with Gaga’s  “Born This Way”.

There was no way she could lose with “Bohemian Rhapsody” — with a voice like the wind itself, one moment plaintive, the next keening, the next lashing out with rage. The little grammatical and pronunciation lapses gave the anthem of sob a gritty, authentic touch, as did her open-leg stance. I don’t know how much Rose was responsible for the arrangements of her songs. “Bohemian Rhapsody was perfectly edited to showcase her emotional depth (something Susan Boyle lacked) and versatility of tone.

I was least impressed with her semi-final cover of Kelly Clarkson’s “Because of You” — probably her most one-dimensional performance, all birit, no nuance, and with a song that exposed her diction problems. By then, however, she was Israel’s quirky sweetheart and that’s what viewers wanted.

The whole season, Osang was mentored brilliantly by the sympathetic Shiri Maimon. At the finals, she stood tall beside the svelte Shiri, flawlessly harmonising in “If I Ain’t Got You” and then bursting out in soul glory, a joyful and effervescent performance of a song easily ruined by overwrought divas.

I love musical reality shows because they bring up hidden gems. The growth of a raw talent is almost like a life pilgrimage and the outcomes are often time capsules of a society. Too many times, the cute pop stars trounce the more talented mavericks.

Israel, with its grit and its kibbutz memories, may have been the perfect place for Rose to try her luck. “My Way” and Rose. Music and back story a perfect match — for singer and host country.


No consolation: The SC and the Cybercrime Law

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In an age where citizen participation in the fight against corruption is being solicited by governments around the world, the Philippines’ highest court has just opened the gate to those out to harass watchdogs.

As a member of the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines (NUJP), I have always stood for the decriminalization of libel. I have yet to read the full text of the decision but think, it’s hardly any consolation that the ruling reportedly exempts cases where it covers persons other than the original author.

I am talking not just as a journalist. The SC ruling leaves a huge swathe of our social-media crazy people vulnerable.

Slide1When does a reaction to a news report, blog or analysis cover enough new ground to become an original work?

Social media has helped people engage in discussions, in parsing out other people’s views, in engaging in free, fierce but most often, civil debate.

This calls for more than a retweet, more than a “like”, more than a share. In many posts, I am fascinated by the comments thread, where people add tidbits of their own info in an effort to provide greater context to a debate.

And this is the era of citizen journalism, where people in a certain area often step in to fill the media vacuum.

In the Philippines and elsewhere, governments, even if some may just be engaging in lip service, have encouraged citizens to monitor abuses and anomalies.

In my former job as head of citizen journalism, we tried to monitor the patently libelous posts. But the problem with libel as a criminal offense is, it encourages reprisals even when a post is true, fair and motivated by the best intentions. A criminal case is always a cause for concern. You think warlords care about the effort you took to be fair and truthful?

Governments asks citizens for help in curbing the monster that is corruption. THIS IS THEIR REWARD. Unjust doesn’t even begin to cover it.

The Supreme Court decision on the Cybercrime Law only makes citizen watchdogs vulnerable to people in power with the resources to harass voices of dissent.

This is especially tragic since truth is not a defense in libel under PH law. The criminal nature of libel in this country makes it the perfect tool of harassment (short of murder, which has also taken out so many Filipino journalists). For those who say only the unethical and the corrupt have to fear libel, think again. Many award-winning, highly-praised articles and series have been the bases for libel charges. Again, truth, ethics, won’t spare you. Not from the appalling cost of having to defend yourself in a criminal case.
Complainants may file their cases anywhere an offending article can be seen. They’ve done this to journalists. In the digital age, your blog and social media post can be read everywhere and woe to the poor citizen caught in the maws of a vindictive official.
And yet, the DOJ has been slapped down and there IS some consolation there.
It was outrageous that the Cybercrime Law’s most onerous provision  – the take down clause — was actually pushed and vehemently defended by an agency tasked to ensure that government actions hew to accepted norms of justice and civil liberties.
The DOJ justified this by warning of the evil lurking around the information highway.
As if one keeps the country safe by roping in the innocent along with the criminals. As if democracy is defended by stifling the right to free expression. As if the leaders of this country — because President Aquino signed the law and sent his men to defend it — suddenly got hold of a new definition of democracy, one where the onus of guilt lies a citizen’s shoulders.
Whether or not you’re satisfied with the Supreme Court decision on the Cybercrime law, you can be assured of one thing: under the current climate of governance, those with the most reasons to silence opposing views and those with most to hide, will be crowing and giving each other high-fives.
Then again, nobody told us fighting for democracy would be a picnic. Given – the powers-that-be will exhaust all means to narrow democratic space. The question is, will we allow them? Will we roll over in defeat? Or do we fight tooth and nail for the right to free expression?
The fight must go on.

American Idol: ‘Artists’ shine on Top 10 performance night

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Who dares wins — if you got the talent to back up that courage.

A Top Ten night on American Idol is often a make or break event. Faced with so many hummable tunes, some contestants will transform the show’s snazzy stage into some sleazy karaoke joint. Some will choose a great hit and spin it around a bit “to make it their own”. And then there will be the brave ones who will take on the unexpected song.

On a night when the artists forged ahead of the pack, a 16 year-old young woman — still in braces — tamed everyone with the manliest of songs.

Malaya Watson, 16 Photo from Wetpaint.com

Malaya Watson, 16 Photo from Wetpaint.com

Malaya Watson has never received flowers nor has experienced that great HHWW teenage rite of passage (holding hands while walking). Yet with Bruno Mars’ “When I was Your Man,” that lament to things that could have been, she went through the scale of emotions with a pitch-perfect delivery.

Seated throughout on a stool, Malaya eschewed egregious diva runs, throwing just enough power to remind viewers she’s this season’s belter.

She nailed every note.  But what will remain with us are the lines that drop into quiet pools, punctuated with husky murmurs of pain. And her face, ageless, a woman of such great power she doesn’t have to change a word in what’s the modern equivalent of a barroom confession.

Completing the top three are two white boys with guitars and a shared aversion to smiles.

Alex Preston  Photo by Wetpaint.com

Alex Preston Photo by Wetpaint.com

Alex Preston, the pompadoured guy who’s sometimes too precious for his own good, went with One Direction, an uber pop gang of puppies as only the British can make them. Wisely, he chose one of the group’s few songs with a reasonable amount of depth.

Preston infused “Story of My Life” with a smidgen of country crossed with rock and roll. This guy is the strangest thing. He can stand there, hardly acknowledge the crowd. Yet, as J-Lo demands, he can own the stage.

It’s almost like watching MTV, with the camera bringing us into his inner world. Some people are entertainers who will do anything to please the audience. Some people are artists who challenge the audience to take a walk with them. Preston’s with the second group.

I doubt Sam Woolf has the habit of asking people to take a stroll. It probably takes a lot of energy just for Woolf to stay and deal with a world that has demanded so much from him.

Remembering last week’s disastrous “Come Together” —  that really deserved a bottom three result — I cringed on hearing he’d chosen  “We are Young” by Fun and Janelle Monáe.

It’s basically a sly ode to the wild (and slightly addled) ones, those rebels without a cause. The song comes with a gruesome but fascinating video that clobbers anyone who fails to get the lyrics’ message.

Woolf did a nifty that’s all him — the great outsider, inarticulate, with eyes that seem to be on the watch for the first kick of the night. He started the narrative in musing mode.

Keith was right during the auditions. The guy’s pitch is superb. He naturally slides into every note. Maybe there could be more oomph in his movements. But once he got into “we could set the world on fire,” I imagined a horde of gals and guys jumping to it. He also has very sexy deeper notes — check out “so between the drinks and subtle things”.

Woolf’s not going home. That ending? That’ll keep him in the top half of the group. Then he can slay everyone with his original songs, masterpieces of pain. Check him out on YouTube.

Jena Irene Asciutto should be safe with her energetic, confident cover of “Clarity”. It’s the kind of song that makes you move, though none of the melody will stick. (Harry’s right but he could have said it nicer.)

I’d choose Jena’s genuinely fun version of a so-so song over Caleb Johnson’s pretentious take on Lady Gaga’s “Edge of Glory”. He has a great voice but he’s just too Jack Black. I want to take my rockers more seriously.

Two other female contestants gave almost but-not-quite performances.

Maybe Jessica Meuse really doesn’t want to endorse homicidal behavior. Maybe she should have chosen another song because Foster The People’s “Pumped Up Kicks” deals with that and only that.

Or maybe she could have calibrated her smile. A sarcastic smile, check. A semi-leer, check. A manic smile, yes. But a pageant smile? Come on. It’s enough to induce some homicidal behaviour. (And J-Lo should learn to read or, at least, stop pontificating on songs she hasn’t studied. So what if it’s a dancing tune? Has anyone seen Eddy Grant smile while doing “Gimme Hope, Joanna”? Or the Cranberries doing “Zombie”. Or Bob Marley doing “Buffalo Soldier”?

Majesty Rose did well to give Avicci’s “Wake Me Up,” a folksy twist. But she still sounded like a lost Disney soul and has too many affectations and unnecessary notes. Enough with the Bambi eyes. Let’s see some grit, please.

The bottom three include two contestants I really like:

Last week, MK Nicollete’s gauche vibe was just perfect for  “To Make You Feel My Love,”  a Bob Dylan original brought to glory by Adele. Her cover of Pink’s “Perfect” was just painful. I’ve seldom seen body language so antithetical to one’s get-up. She was all over the place, sleepwalking, ambling, treating  the stage was a sidewalk. A pity because she has one of the best voices.

I never really liked Dexter but good ‘ol country dude might just hang on there, the beneficiary of brand loyalty.

The one I’m really scared for is CJ Harris. He just fell apart. It was ugly. And I don’t think he’ll survive Harry’s righteous criticism.

Not a particularly stellar night. The most memorable moment? The Harry-Keith catfight, with the latter sassing the sometimes pedantic Connick with a barrage of multisyllabic words.


The best sportswriters on Pacman-Bradley2

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“I devour great prose about sports, and will read the same piece sometimes dozens of times, in an attempt to learn more about the craft and, frankly, to be entertained. Great writing is one of the world’s last great turn-ons.” — Monte Burke, writing for Forbes.com

SI1Exactly my sentiments. I’m a sports wimp, the kind that watches gladiatorial contests from behind splayed fingers, the type that siblings want to throttle for screaming at importune moments. So thank god for Twitter, where streams of manic real-time updates allow me to feel the adrenalin minus the gore. Nothing trumps gore — as long as I know the outcome in advance.

But I’m a wimp who also loves the drama of grim contests, of men and women pitted against each other — and the world — and those moments when the yakking of pundits die down and there is only the self’s primal roar.

Sometimes that inner rage allows one to go past all barriers and triumph. Sometimes, even that won’t stave off a hungrier soul. Life is strange. Sometimes, even the twin powers of will and genius just ain’t enough.

That’s why sportswriters are a great vicarious thrill. They’re there, eyes wide open, while I cringe behind a sibling or an offspring or a friend. So they get to savor all the color, the sweat flying from those bodies, the blaze in the eyes or the moment the fire dims and dies.

Tennis, baseball, basketball, skating, gymnastics, soccer, boxing — my skill sets are zub-zero all around; I’ve never flown high or whizzed around defying gravity. Certainly, I have never thrown a punch at anyone. But I’m a fan, even when I’m oblivious to game rules.

It’s the movement, the character, the conflict that draw me in. And when they’re good, sportswriters can wield magic wands that lay down word movies you can savor long after Parkinsons, psychosis and tax woes have devoured the warriors.

I’d recommend Burke’s list of great sports pieces for anyone who aspires to be a writer. Sports are a distillation of life’s contests. They have everything — pain and triumph or defeat, politics, sex, racial tension, chips as huge as mountains and grace seldom found elsewhere. It’s about people transcending life’s elements. What’s there not to plumb?

For the second Manny Pacquiao and Timothy Bradley duel, there were some gems. Perhaps, the others will crop up tomorrow. For now, the best of the batch:

Greg Bishop’s post-mortem.

Beautiful writing here. Almost an elegy, but not quite. Yet respectful. Very honest.

“LAS VEGAS — As the final rounds unfolded on Saturday night, Manny Pacquiao stalked Timothy Bradley. He followed Bradley into corners, around the ring, everywhere but into Bradley’s lap between rounds. Pacquiao wanted a knockout. In many ways, he needed a knockout. He looked for the knockout.

He did not find one.

This is where Pacquiao is at now: not at the end of his career, but near it. He is still an elite boxer, one of the two best of his generation, still very, very good. But the old Pacquiao, the guy whose left hand dizzied and dismantled foes, the guy who knocked out Ricky Hatton and stopped Miguel Cotto? He’s gone. Has been for a while now.

The old Pacquiao has been replaced by an older one.

That happens. That’s boxing, perhaps the sport where the aging process is most pronounced. No one is immune, not even a transcendent talent like Pacquiao.”

Bishop also wrote the best of the Pacman flashback articles. A cinematic lede draws you sweetly in:

LAS VEGAS — The Greyhound bus rumbled south from San Francisco, a boxing champion unknown outside the Philippines seated near the back. Manny Pacquiao was headed toward Los Angeles.

That was 2001, before Pacquiao became fighter of the decade, a Congressman and a millionaire. The boxer who now rides buses with his likeness splashed across both sides did not even have his own row. He weighed about 122 pounds. He was 22. He spoke no English. He possessed a left hand and a vague plan and the experience of 34 professional fights. Yet for Pacquiao, this trip was a luxury, the bus more like a limousine. He came from poverty that extreme, grew up without shoes, sold flowers and donuts and fish caught from the ocean on the street.

“The Greyhound, that’s the beginning,” Pacquiao said this week. “The beginning of it all.”

He serves up delicious tidbits: Suitcases of cash! Bob Dylan! Roach betting!

And it ends with a lyrical run of wisdom:

“Those who fret over Pacquiao’s loss of aggressiveness, or killer instinct, have forgotten where it came from, the poverty that forged it, the improbability of his rise. His savagery came from somewhere and lessened when his life went somewhere else. It’s hard to find a comparable story in sports, let alone boxing.

“I can’t think of non-American fighter who didn’t come from south of the border who was ever able to become a consistent attraction in America,” Merchant said. “Much less a star. Much less a superstar. Much less somebody who people who don’t care about boxing have an idea about.

“That just doesn’t happen.”

LA Times story of Pacquiao-Bradley2

LA Times story of Pacquiao-Bradley2

Bill Dwyre’s LA Times article has a slick lede. But the glory prose is towards the end:

“Bradley hotdogged again at the end of the sixth, and it became stranger and stranger as it became clearer and clearer that Pacquiao was winning the match.”

“Manny Pacquiao summons up vintage form to regain his crown” by Matt Christie of The Guardian has a great summary of what we all felt in the run-up to the MGM battle:

“The atmosphere beforehand crackled with that sense of anticipation. Watching Pacquiao these days is not like it used to be when he was the undisputed king of his trade. Not so long ago we thought he was superhuman, and his slayings were guilty pleasures. For this bout, a loss was just as likely as a win, and as the idol made his way to the battleground, hearts rattled like alarm clocks.”

ESPN’s report shows two fighters in their best behavior. No trash talk. All grace and clear, crisp self-assessment from victor and vanquished.

I thought the writing of Kevin Lole of Yahoo was so-so. But give him props for really putting the spotlight on what a thug Bob Arum really is. And the man pontificates on thuggery. Sheesh.

Which articled moved you the most?

Do share any great article you stumble on.


FVR on media and power dynamics

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Former President Fidel V. Ramos

Former President Fidel V. Ramos

Jess Dureza shared his Advocacy MindaNOW Foundation, Inc. blog post on former President Fidel V. Ramos’ recent appearance before the Philippine Press Institute. (Dureza is Mindanao Trustee of the PPI.)

The full post is a bit too gushing for my taste. But then Dureza is a genuine fan and true believer of the former Chief Executive.

I do appreciate the shared snippets on FVR’s views about the media. The first thing that flashed in the mind was — guy moves with the times! Also, he probably has something to teach a certain someone who’s two decades younger. 

FVR, the President, pushed the media hard. His was a killer schedule; woe to any slacker assigned to the Palace beat.

He showed flashes of temper but kept clear of displays of pique — Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is champion here though the current occupants of Malacanang come close — or acts of vengeance (think, Erap).

I do remember getting several delivered (or faxed) mail from FVR. These would be photocopies of something I wrote with the famous marginal notes that were his response to the articles. Sometimes there would be a separate letter. This was usually when his rebuttal was over a statement of fact and not just one’s analysis of an issue.

FVR’s love letters were blunt. But he would directly address the disputed points and not belabor his position with insults and other cheap tricks. It actually felt good to get those letters. Because it was clear that the one who penned them took your work very, very seriously.

Here are excerpts from FVR’s talk before the PPI. All notes refer to media issues. These are all taken verbatim from Dureza’s post.

CREDIBLE, NOT RESPONSIBLE — He then turned serious and talked about the responsibilities of media and the basic need to be accurate, independent and accountable, hallmarks of a “credible” press. No, he preferred not to describe media as “responsible press” because it might sound all right at first blush.  “But then, it may be relevant to ask: what do you mean when we say ‘responsible’? By whose standards or by what measures do we consider the press ‘responsible’? If you ask those in government or in politics, being a ‘responsible’ press may mean being less a critic and more a publicist. Being called a ‘credible’ press is better as ‘credibility’ is earned”, he said.
SOCIAL MEDIA —Touching on the challenges posed by social media on the printed press, he noted: “Today’s social media, as a rule, falls short of this imperative (of veracity or accuracy). For example, one who finds a post in Facebook and immediately ‘shares’ or ‘reposts’ or ‘likes’ what someone else posted without verification falls short of this rigorous attribute”.

WATCHING ‘WATCHDOGS’ —He related his natural affection for the press which started when he was still a young boy and his father, the former Foreign Affairs Secretary Narciso Ramos was himself a journalist having published the community paper, the Pangasinan News in Lingayen, Pangasinan in the early 1930′s.   He called on media to continue addressing the challenges of  press freedom, security and  media killings, professionalization and capacitation, redress and self-policing mechanisms, among others.  He welcomed PPI’s planned activation of press councils that would  not only provide a grievance  mechanism for the public but shall be  an “ombudsman” of sorts  to act as watchdogs  to watch over the press.
I definitely like this parsing out of credible vs responsible. Not quite sure I agree with him. But it does show the man’s appreciation of the dynamics between the powers that be and the media. Of course, many sectors will say media is part of the power structure and they’re probably right if we’re talking big, corporate media.


Health, not just infra services crucial to PH disaster mitigation, recovery efforts

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(First of Two Parts)

Life and death in Palo, Leyte. Photo by Charlie Saceda for Change.org Philippines

Life and death in Palo, Leyte. Photo by Charlie Saceda for Change.org Philippines

MANILA –When the stench of death and the wails of the bereaved fill the air, the advent of new life makes for great human-interest stories. 

A child born on a roof surrounded by swirling waters. Those babies nicknamed “Bakwet” (a play on evacuate) in the aftermath of typhoons, earthquakes or conflict. Beyond these life-affirming tales is a painful truth: In disaster-prone places there is scant protection to be found for the community’s most vulnerable members.

Over 1 million people lost access to full health services following Super typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan). The international aid group, Save The Children, reports that more than 100 of an estimated 750 births daily in affected areas came with potentially life threatening complications.

“Four months after the typhoon, only half of affected health centers had reopened – meaning up to 45,000 babies were born without full medical care,” said Save The Children Philippines Country Director, Ned Olney.

In a briefing, Olney pointed out that when women die in childbirth following disasters, the family loses its primary caregiver. The surviving newborn babies could fail to thrive, and many do not survive beyond five years old, as they tend to be malnourished.

According to the NGO’s 2014 “State of the World’s Mothers” report, more than 60 million women and children are in need of humanitarian assistance this year. Over half of maternal and child deaths worldwide occur in crisis-affected places. “The majority of these deaths are preventable,” the report adds.

In a bid to ease mortality among mothers and newborns during disaster periods, Save The Children launched ‘the BEACON Box’ (Birthing Essentials And Care Of Newborns) program.

The kit, contained in a stormproof box, contains everything to enable a pregnant woman to give birth in a clean environment if she cannot get to a health clinic: plastic sheets, a tarpaulin, soap, sterile cord ties, sterile blades, clean towels, a birth certificate and a lamp. The aid group will preposition these supplies in the country’s most vulnerable barangays.

The project will cost P10 million.

Bracing for more loss

Disaster belts crisscross the world. But many governments lag in providing mothers and children with appropriate health services even during periods of strong economic growth.

In the Philippines, for example, per capita GDP has almost tripled since 2000. But a series of typhoons and a major earthquake in 2013 caused the country to slip four places in Save The Children’s global ranking of 178 countries.

The Philippines’ 2014 105th ranking is lower than neighboring Southeast Asia countries like Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore. Even Iraq, a country still recovering from a decades of war and terror, outranks the Philippines.

The official Yolanda death toll has topped 6,000, thrice the initial figure claimed by President Benigno Aquino III. Private rescue and relief groups say the actual death count is much higher as protocols do not include unidentified dead and the missing. The Philippine government estimates that Yolanda affected 16 million, more than 16 percent of the national population. At least 10 million of these were women and children.

VULNERABLE. Mothers and young children take the brunt of disasters. Photo by Charlie Saceda for Change.org Philippines

VULNERABLE. Mothers and young children take the brunt of disasters. Photo by Charlie Saceda for Change.org Philippines

Beyond the immediate death toll, however, loss in human lives could worsen this year.

Save The Children’s report   cited research on impact of Philippine typhoons that indicate, “Almost 15 times as many infants may die in 2014 due to conditions that deteriorate in the wake of Haiyan than were killed outright by the storm itself.”

“Depressed incomes will leave families with less to spend on health care, education and nutritious food,” it added, noting that historically, female infants are most at risk post-disaster.

“More males than females die in the womb immediately after typhoons, as is well established. After being born, however, a baby girl’s risk of dying is higher even if she has no siblings, but it doubles if she has one or more older sisters, and quadruples if she has brothers,” it added. Save The Children cited a 2013 report, “Destruction, Disinvestment, and Death: Economic and Human Losses Following Environmental Disaster,” published in the Social Science Research Network.

Yolanda devastated more than 2,000 hospitals and health clinics and destroyed countless health records and computer systems, according to Save The Children. Six months after the disaster, only 50 percent of facilities have been restored.

Francesca Cuevas, Director of Health for Save the Children-Philippines however, notes that only 7 percent of health facilities in affected areas are able to provide clean and safe delivery. Only 4 percent of the health facilities can handle newborn that need resuscitation.

Greater health focus urged  

Six months since Yolanda, Presidential Assistant for Rehabilitation and Recovery Panfilo Lacson says the Office of Civil Defense still needs to submit its Post Disaster Needs Assessment. The report is a requirement before the national government rolls out its rehabilitation masterplan.

There are Cabinet clusters to streamline the delivery of basic government services to communities in an archipelago of more than 7,100 islands. Lacson says only the infrastructure cluster has submitted a comprehensive rehab plan.

Critics have chafed at what they see as a bias for infrastructure at the expense of other crucial sectors.

There’s no overstating the need for infrastructure recovery. Yolanda damaged more than a million homes and destroyed 17500 public school classrooms in more than 2,000 schools.

Lacson says 200,000 housing units need rebuilding. Many private companies and foundations have rebuilt or have pledged to replace more than 2000 of the classrooms.

Save the Children and multilateral aid agencies have acknowledged the Philippine government’s “robust” response to the devastation of Yolanda. They urge the government, however, to step up efforts in providing jobs, shelter, and safeguards to prevent post-disaster abuse and exploitation of the most vulnerable sectors.

UN High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) to the Philippines representative Bernard Kerblat noted, “gaps in aid provision of which, shelter and livelihood remain outstanding needs.”

The global charity Oxfam also expressed concern that the provision of jobs and livelihood lagged behind other services.

Kerblat said it best. After relief, the main challenge is putting “durable” solutions at the grassroots.

AT RISK. A family in the aftermath of Typhoon Yolanda. Photo from Save The Children's 2014 State of the World's Mothers Report

AT RISK. A family in the aftermath of Typhoon Yolanda. Photo from Save The Children’s 2014 State of the World’s Mothers Report

The World Health Organization, meanwhile, stressed the need to address longer-term health issues.

WHO country representative Dr. Julie Hall cited the need to provide safe health facilities for 70,000 births expected in the next three months. She also warned of mental health problems among those struggling to move on.

There have been many news reports of entire families perishing during Yolanda, and clans with only one or two surviving members.

“Six months on, we have made real progress, but the resilience of the Filipino spirit alone will not be enough,” Hall stressed.

“Ensuring the resilience of the health infrastructure, universal health care for all Filipinos, and continued investments in health promotion are all required,” she said.

Health gains

Multilateral and private aid groups note the improvements in the delivery of health care in the Philippines, one of the world’s most disaster-prone countries. Save The Children, however, pointed out that, “without greater investment in disaster-proof health systems, and quicker and more effective humanitarian response, it may be increasingly challenging to keep rebuilding the country’s health infrastructure.”

“There are considerable inequities in health care access and outcomes between socio-economic groups, and a major driver of inequity has been the high cost of health care,” its report added.

The national insurance program, Philhealth states that 83 percent of the population is enrolled in what aims to be universal health coverage. Save The Children’s report, said that the covered rate (those who are actually able to go to a hospital) is estimated to be less than 75 percent, citing the PharmaBoardroom.com on Philippine healthcare coverage.

With local government systems still struggling to recover from Yolanda, aid groups urge President Aquino’s administration to invest more in basic health services. Resilience can only go so far. In the areas devasted by Yolanda, the 2013 earthquake and conflicts in Mindanao, defaulting on urgent health confirms could only increase the loss of human lives. (Inday Espina-Varona is Philippine Campaigns Director of Change.org, a global petition platform.)


The Legal Wife and the attraction of tragedy

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INFIDELITY happens everywhere. Photo from Hufftington Post

INFIDELITY happens everywhere. Photo from Hufftington Post

Given a choice between a book and a soap opera, the book wins every time. Not that I’m above swooning over some hunk or smouldering anti-hero. But even House — or Tyrion Lannister — won’t make me a captive audience, the kind that drops tasks and cancel meetings for the privilege of muttering and cursing at assorted fictional characters.

Angel Locsin and Jericho Rosales, the main stars of ABS-CBN’s “The Legal Wife,” are among my favourite actors. I may not always follow their shows and movies. But these days their top-rating soap opera means a nightly break from round-the-clock news monitoring, to give our Mai-mai free rein to scream and stomp and mutter dark threats. (Her husband, Marlon, smiles and sometimes rolls his eyes.)

The Legal Wife is trending daily on social media. Coffee breaks are devoted to the newest outrage — and comeuppance.

I get the draw. And even critical friends have acknowledged there have been some gems in certain episodes.

Infidelity and betrayal hits the primal psyche. We know it can happen everywhere and to anyone. I don’t know anyone who’s never had to comfort kin or friend when partners stray. The scars can take years and years to heal. And we’re not even talking yet of the physical abuse that often accompanies confrontations and/or appeals.

Infidelity wallops at a person’s self-esteem, mainly because betrayers will often find a way to turn the tables and blame the victims.

A psychologist, on radio, said that if a husband strays, it’s because something’s missing from a marriage. Some talk show hosts quip about wives needing to prettify and re-learn the moves that can get hubby to hyperventilate again. But a Rutgers Univeristy study, cited by Women’s Day, notes:

56 percent of men who have affairs claim to be happy in their marriages. They’re largely satisfied with all they have and aren’t looking for a way out, yet they still find themselves in bed with other women—and in hot water with their wives.

So, you top the ratings, you have some bragging rights. I get that, too. But my friends at ABS-CBN will understand this appeal for some moderation. Sure, report the ratings and the Twittter trends and maybe, some funny/tragic things that happen when people invest so much of themselves in a teleserye.

But a teleserye’s every twist and turn should not swamp other important news. (I’m sure GMA and TV5 have heard similar plaints, too.) Nor do you have to drag out a news report or analysis and simper and gasp and declaim. This hasn’t happened on TV yet but it sure does on dzmmTeleradyo. 

And most of all, if you are going to interview experts on the wages of infidelity and the fallout from betrayals of relationships, can you ask serious questions AND LISTEN, instead of interrupting these experts to insert plot turns every minute?  

 

The cast of 'The Legal Wife'. From left, Angel Locsin, Jericho Rosales and Maja Salvador

The cast of ‘The Legal Wife’. From left, Angel Locsin, Jericho Rosales and Maja Salvador

It’s such a pity because there are important things one could share with women who’re wondering whether to bolt  and face financial uncertainties, or those folk who really feel they’re at the end of the road and just want to make things bearable for other family members. (Blogger Ana Santos gives great tips.)

God knows the main audience of ABS-CBN’s teleseryes are people who would really benefit from an exchange of knowledge and a sober discussion of an issue that can sometimes end up as a tabloid crime report. 

A friend and motivational speaker, Richard Brundage, once explained the allure of tragedy. It taps deep into our survival urge. We are horrified but can’t look away because these terrible events trigger alarm bells in the mind. We look because we want to get some lessons — why things happen, what we should do when these happen to us. We don’t always get the right lessons but we sure don’t stop trying because it’s a way to wrest some control over life’s chaos.

The breakdown of families is no laughing matter in this country without divorce. A 2013 report quotes the Office of the Solicitor General as saying that annulment cases doubled in the last decade. That doesn’t even include people who decide to separate sans legal niceties.

There’s a lot of lessons to plumb in tales of marital infidelity. I don’t think awkward themes should be kept out of popular media. But if we’re going to milk profits from these productions, let’s ensure we leave the audience with something more than anger or self-pity. At the least, let’s gift women — and men — seeking to move on with the tools they’ll need in cleaning up the mess.

 



THE OTHER HALF OF MOTHERS’ DAY

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PHOTO from guardian.com

There are some images that won’t go away.

There is the silent boy marshaling a fleet of plastic cars at 4 a.m. in a cramped flat on Leon Guinto St. He abandons the toys midway through an obstacle course of shoes, slippers and backpacks. His mother feels the weight of his gaze, gives him a smile. This is their quiet time. She is 25. He is a serious two-year old. He rubs an index finger around a red corvette. She stops writing. The air prickles at her neck. They stare at each other.

It takes a long minute for his tilted little eyes to fill up. First comes a pink flush at the corners of the orbs. It is his “counting” look, the one that tells you he’s looking at all angles before accepting an answer to “Why?” She doesn’t know what’s coming, and knows enough to let him run with his thoughts.

“Mama.” She almost misses the low whisper, too husky for a toddler. He is standing. He is shaking his head. She sees he has done the math. It is a lesson she had hoped he did not have to learn so early.

“Wala na si Papa.” The tears fall. “Patay na si Papa!”

Almost 30 years later, she still wonders. How did he make a leap from Papa-is-with-Jesus to Wala-na-si-Papa. (Papa is gone. Papa is dead.)

**

The girl has bigger eyes than her brother, but there is that same upward tilt and the same stubborn chin.

Strangers wail over the orphans who have just lost “Tatay”. The girl smiles, says thank you. She bears the hugs and the hands that muss her hair. Like her mother and her brother, she does not tell them of the decade of separation, of the chasm that loomed when Mama turned her back on the fighting.

In the car, away from the strangers, getting ready to head for home, she holds her older brother’s hand as he weeps.

The girl does not cry. But in her room is a rough carving of a rifle-totting guerrilla and a framed picture of a slight man in a green beret with a star, a square jaw and light brown eyes that mirror his smile. The girl does not cry. Her eyes say she will not weep for what she cannot have.

She does not cry but she makes people weep, up there on stage, at nine-years old the youngest of the contestants, in a simple lace dress, singing, vowing to be “part of your world.”

**

The boy was a painter, sometimes.

The boy was a painter, sometimes.Two children: The one who weeps is stolid, steady, dogged but laid back. The one who won’t is mercurial; with an all-or-nothing approach to life.

Two children: The one who weeps is stolid, steady, dogged but laid back. The one who won’t is mercurial; with an all-or-nothing approach to life.

His wit is gentle, the humor deadpan. Hers is sharp, like a rapier and she knows just where to flick that tip.

They come up with surprises. She is the artist who rushes in to fight back to back with friends. Yet she has color-coded notes and fine penmanship medical school could not ruin.

His writing scrawls and sprawls. He stands back and observes and then pounces with impeccable timing.

She is bold but her art is delicate. He is gentle and serene but churns out a dark painting of an apocalyptic world and a short tale of animals in a jungle power struggle.

She is questing, a lover of fiction, a raider of her mother’s library, a singer, and the partner of a tattoo artist. And she is a doctor.

He sticks to news and science and anything that doesn’t deviate from reality. And he creates fantastic, unreal, scary burger sculptures.

She was a holy terror of a child. She would needle her brother. And yet she was — still is — his protector, rushing to lawyer for him the very few times he got in trouble with Mama.

He always was more conservative. And yet he thrilled to her wilder ways, promised “suportahan ta ka” with an admonition to decide what she wants from life.

He always knew what he wanted, mostly what Mama didn’t have, couldn’t give. And so he learned to cook with his high school gang of wrestling aficionados, the first experiment the result of former President Cory Aquino on TV cooking some Hawaiian chicken dish.

She liked to scold and could cut friends to the quick. But she got suspended for keeping faith, being there for some little lost girl.

Children are the other half of Mothers' day.

Children are the other half of Mothers’ day.

In that, they were her children, sure they could approach her when friends were in great need, when their mothers got cancer, when their fathers went missing. Home was where they brought their friends.

He started working as a student and went off right after school to work on a cruise liner. He wore hip-hop shorts and sports jerseys and that cap tipped backwards. Colleagues stared, asked if he was of legal age, and then comforted their bunso for having to leave the family so young to work for us. He smiled. His companions scoured Walmart. He went to see the Aztec pyramids. The seafarers wouldn’t believe him on the plane coming back home. He couldn’t be an OFW, they said; he looked like a college freshman.

She ran away briefly and Mama couldn’t rail. Mama was living life on the lam herself at 18. She sold banana-q on the streets, this daughter who couldn’t even cook hotdogs. And then she came home, as quietly as she left, and took up where she left off, and surprised everyone but her Mama and brother with a smooth transition to medical school.

He is stolid and steady, but she is the one the cousins come to for advice, for blunt lectures tempered by compassion and a wry humour that often makes an example of her foibles.

Commie is now Zarks and he is made. He is also an exceptionally dotting Dad who makes much time for Sophie, as mercurial and talented as his sister, and Vitto, just the little man he was, and Sam, who is the spitting image of Lei, the woman he chose because she had brains and the feminine, more traditional skills Mama lacked. He is a capitalist and his math thrills his mother: Happy Workers = Happy Customers = Happy Boss.

Mutya has the style her Mama didn’t have as a young woman. She is outwardly brisk, secretly introspective. She laughs at setbacks and has eyebrows as arch as her mother’s.

Motherhood. How else does one talk about it, except to describe one’s babies, now all grown up?

Last year, Mutya’s training elders asked her to write about a memorable experience. Mama always thought it was the boy who had the writer’s eye, except that he decided making money was more fun. Knowing she was wrong was one of the best days in her life.

This is Mutya’s tale. Reading it, I thank our Nanay and Daddy. Reading it, one thought flashed: In all those turbulent years, I must have done something good.

**

What matters most. Photo from http://www.msruntheus.com

What matters most. Photo from http://www.msruntheus.com

Her white uniform. Black shoes. And the required pin reading – Junior Intern. It’s the usual start to her day. Getting ready. Preparing for the day ahead.

Goodmorning – a greeting thrown at every person she sees. Guards. Co-JIs. Patients. Folks. Nurses. The whole hospital team. Thereafter, she knows she’s almost half ready to welcome the hustle and bustle waiting for her. Always with a smile put on – to shield her thoughts of another tiring day – an armor, a defense, nearly perfected to conceal her emotions. Excitement. Nervousness. Anxiety. Its 7:30. It’s her cue.

Bed rounds. Questions fired but left unanswered – disappointed. Patients to accompany. Laboratory results that are hard to interpret. And the never-ending ward calls.

She’s tired. With only a quarter of the day done. Her patience tested and gradually diminishing. Her smile waning but still carrying on. Getting her work done. Wishing for a 15-minute break. Wondering for a moment – for everything to come to a halt.

Suddenly, she was called by the nurse-on-duty. One of her intubated patients was arresting. She ran to her patient’s bedside.

She knows this patient – an old maid living with her nephew. She started CPR. First dose of epinephrine done. CPR continued. Another dose of epi. Patient’s folks were already crying. CPR – her patient is not responding. Her heart is beating hard – in the recesses of her mind she is talking to her: “don’t give up on me now”. 3rd dose of epi. Still, no sign of life.

She asked the nurse to replace her and decided to appraise the family. The patient’s nephew was not around. She talked to the wife, who told her he was on his way. He is a pastor. She was also told that they already prayed over the situation days before. They had already asked for guidance. The wife only asked her for a single favor – to continue to revive the aunt until her husband arrived. They wanted to bid her farewell with their last prayers.

4th epi.. She asked one of her co-JIs to lend a hand. They alternated doing the CPR. The nurse provided the 5th dose..She thought she was ready to lose her..6th..Her mind repeating the words: “get back, get back. Please”..7th epi..the nephew arrived. A brave soul. Prayers were started. 8th epi. He took hold of the JI’s hand and looked her in the eye: “It’s alright. Thank you”.

She backed away. She felt defeated. She touched the shoulder of the nephew and his wife: “I’m sorry”. She was about to turn her back when the wife took a step forward: ” thank you, I Iknow you all did your best. She is happy now. Thank you very much”.

Coming towards her with outstretched arms, she knew: “”please..don’t..”. She stammered. She was given the embrace of life. Her eyes welled. She embraced back and walked away. Tears now pouring down her face. She was humbled.”

Congratulations, Mutya. At the graduation ball message, you expressed love, quipping that, like me, you weren’t good at showing it.

But words are easy, especially when the going is good. When chips are down and you are called to pour out your love, and you do it unstintingly – this is what matters.

To see Nanay in my children is this mother’s greatest gift.


DADDY & Daddies

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Rolando Lopez Espina: The man who gave us the gifts that last forever -- music, books, writing and the thirst for knowledge.

Rolando Lopez Espina: The man who gave us the gifts that last forever — music, books, writing and the thirst for knowledge.

A-E-I-O-U …

Sleep, my darling baby…

Ili-ili, tulog anay…

Abadabadabada says the monkey to the chimp…

Before any of us 11 siblings could see, music had seeped into our souls.

A two-pack a day smoking habit had dropped Dad’s old tenor-soloist tones into a baritone drawl, but it remained full of melody and emotion. Funny, that — only in song could he let go of his gentler side. His speech was – still is — usually formal, sometimes acerbic, sometimes scathing or sarcastic.

All of us heard the croon before we saw the light. All of us heard the words, spoken softly, before we learned to read: Of angels and heroes and knights and big, bad wolves.

Rolando Lopez Espina, a journalist, is now semi-retired and devoting his days to columns for a number of local Bacolod dailies. He was at the prime of his career when Martial Law yanked the rug from under the Philippine press.

By then, he and Nanay had moved back from Manila, where the older kids were born, to Bacolod City. To serve their people, they said. To give back to their province, that beloved, exasperating Sugarlandia.

Always a crush

It always ends with the Lord's Prayer and includes the hungry, the sick and the dying, those suffering from conflict and injustice and their oppressors, and even those thinking of committing crimes.

It always ends with the Lord’s Prayer and includes the hungry, the sick and the dying, those suffering from conflict and injustice and their oppressors, and even those thinking of committing crimes.

Dad was a very busy man. He was executive assistant of then governor Alfredo Montelibano, Jr. Like all assistants of charismatic men who have no heart for details, everything fell on his lap. Everything, that is, short of elite political squabbles, which he never had a heart for. (Heck, he returned the balance of campaign money of then VP Lopez and Ferdinand Marcos, back in the days when they were cosy.)

Most of us siblings never enjoyed the luxury of lolling around the house in lingerie or jammies. The moment we stepped outside our rooms, we had to be ready to face the parade of people who dropped by daily.

Dad played host to a motley group – hacenderos, encargados, striking union workers; Philippine Constabulary officials and criminals (we have lovely stories about them and their offers to “help” with problems LOL). There were local government officials and their subordinates… not to mention his colleagues in the media (whatever was left), civic organizations and an array of religious groups.

Dad and Nanay were stalwarts of the Christian Family Movement and, later, the Neo-Catechumenate Movement – a Catholic group approved by the Pope and one that sought to give life to the old, more egalitarian Christian communities.

Dad’s mealtime prayers are the stuff of legend and have caused breakouts of laughter. I suppose that’s what prayer should be like. He’ll include not just the hungry, but the sick and the dying, the lovelorn, those suffering amid conflict and injustice, those who cannot forgive, those who waste their talents, even those thinking of committing crimes and the suicidal. The first time he mentioned the last one, we sneaked looks at each other, wondering if he knew something we didn’t. Nah, the journalist was just infusing his prayers with the day’s headlines… and prayers for the desperate remain to this day.

They had a caboodle of kids. Yet they kept taking more on. I do not remember any year without cousins and relatives living with us.

The Music Was Our Mirror

Singing and dancing for the Diamond Dad

Singing and dancing for the Diamond Dad

Our family friends all had big families and our parents encouraged all kinds of creative activities, concerts and stage shows among these.

Not that Dad’s children ever needed much encouragement.

Music was as familiar to us as spoken speech. What we couldn’t say, we sang – how very much like Dad.

We rattled around town, first in an old, ugly Corona, then Econovan and later in a Harabas and Torana with windows open, yodeling our way through the entire Sound of Music soundtrack.

We had a household of books… a mezzanine library with floor to ceiling shelves wasn’t enough. The dining room, the living room and every bedroom were full of books that switched locations, depending on family members’ whims.

We all learned to read very early, thanks to Dad and Nanay, who always made time despite their busy schedules to share fairy tales and Philippine legends. We loved our mock screams every time Dad dug into the story of Teniento Gimo of Guimbal, in Iloilo.

But till today, what we really remember are the musical fairy tales of Danny Kaye. Even Dad’s great grandchildren can warble, “Once upon a time, there was a little girl, who was very, very pretty, and very, very good. Once upon a time there was a little girl. Everyone called her, Little Red Riding Hood. Her hood was red and her eyes so blue. Blu—ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.”

A Better Man for Her

Nanay made him "a better man"

Nanay made him “a better man”

Like traditional families of yore, we all pretended Dad was Boss. We all knew, of course, that gentle, soft-spoken Nanay was really it.

She could tame that whiplash tongue; make him swallow his pride – aaaah, our waterloo, all of us!

Dad always liked to say that Nanay made him a better man. He never heard any of us argue. Nor any of Nanay’s relatives who always thought she deserved better than a journalist who had more pedigree than money, haha.

Dad was – is – very much a flawed Christian. The Neocatechumenates carry the cross. Pride and anger and impatience are his crosses to bear.

And yet, he was always a devoted dad, a hands-on dad where events and milestones were concerned, who searched for affordable weekend jaunts for his huge gang of little hoodlums. And he presided over a dinner table where nothing was beyond discussion.

Dad and Nanay like being challenged, being asked to prove their statements. And they did this by combining theory and theology with real-life stories, which their jobs offered plenty– Nanay being the head pediatrician of a big, public hospital at the time of Batang Negros.

I don’t remember Dad defending martial law, though Nanay was always the more socially progressive half of the couple.

As his children became increasingly loud protesters of a dictatorship, he listened, nodded, tried to explain the compromises that local officials had to make, the need to make the most of a bad situation. He never apologized for the excesses of the Marcos years.

Once or twice, we saw him dress down PC officials for abuses. For some reason, nobody took this against him, maybe because he tried his best to supply their other needs – or maybe because Nanay was their children’s doctor and treated them for free as she treated dozens of children of rebels for free.

Compassion, Not Fire Nor Brimstone

With son, Nonoy Espina, also a journalist, protesting in defense of press freedom.

With son, Nonoy Espina, also a journalist, protesting in defense of press freedom.

The idealism for free expression we got from Dad. The zest for social action we got from Nanay. Every screw up we’ve done is on us, not on them.

That they were Katoliko Sarado was clear. But their compassion and preference for compassion over fire and brimstone are what our friends will always remember. Their maxim has always been – we teach what we believe, but our love knows no boundaries.

When I started my rebellion, Dad managed to track me down – in an underground house, no less! We had to decamp ASAP after that since it was pretty clear he got his info from his intel friends.

He threatened to cut me off – though he never raised his voice through all that. And then he went directly to Tito Von, a favorite bachelor uncle and our guardian in UP, and gave him money to keep for my desperate days. “I know you will help her so here’s some for that. Just don’t tell her it came from me.”

He was Mr. Status Quo, give and take a few nudges leftward. So when, at past 60, he stepped up to speak at our rallies, we kids – and most Bacolod journalists are his adopted kids — thought it a milestone.

The Other Daddy

When I lost my husband, the father of my children, Dad stepped in when he could. That is why Commie was such a little man at a young age, why he loves perfume, and why he has a collection of enough shoes to start an emporium.

Photo by Julius Mariveles

Photo by Julius MarivelesEven Dad’s singing could not gift Commie with a musical voice. But he did pass on an appreciation and love for music that his grandson passed on to Sophie and Vitto and Sam.Even Dad’s singing could not gift Commie with a musical voice. But he did pass on an appreciation and love for music that his grandson passed on to Sophie and Vitto and Sam.

Even Dad’s singing could not gift Commie with a musical voice. But he did pass on an appreciation and love for music that his grandson gave to Sophie and Vitto and Sam.

Commie also imbibed his love for children, the tolerance for rambunctious, sweaty fun; the penchant for seeing where kids will run with a discussion; the preference for firm reprimands rather than corporal punishment… oh, yeah, and my son also, sometimes unfortunately, inherited that streak of sarcasm and sharpness of tongue.

I can count on few moments that bring more joy than seeing Dad’s face light up as Sophie and Vitto start teasing his coughing – emphysema though he has stopped smoking, his manner of walking (Parkinson’s).

Then and now, the best moments come courtesy of singing. For some reason, Dad’s cough never gets in the way when we cede the spotlight on “Edelweiss” or “Too Young”.

Dad and Sophie, oldest great grandchild.

Dad and Sophie, oldest great grandchild.

When I see the kiddos with cocked heads and bright eyes, and hear them teach Dad their new songs, the soul sends off a quiet prayer of thanks.

Twilight And Legacy

Dad’s 80. Every year counts. The loss will come one day and it will be tempered with joy at the knowledge of his reunion with “Nene”.

For now, thanksgiving and making every moment of togetherness count.

Commie: Dad as playmate

Commie: Dad as playmate

I’ll tell you Dad’s greatest legacy. His sons are wonderful fathers, if sometimes prickly husbands. So, too, his grandsons, Commie, Julio and Gianca – who dotes on his niece like he were dad. And his nephew, Tito Franz, who steps in to command the household when our sisters are away.

Julio and Ava

Julio and AvaThe rest of his daughters, who will always make him the standard of fidelity, will make sure the other grandkids do him proud.

The rest of his daughters, who will always make him the standard of fidelity, will make sure the other grandkids do him proud.

Happy Dad’s Day, Dad and Commie.


Those VIP detention joints

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The last we heard from Senator Bong Revilla’s family, following that drawn-out surrender drama, was that he needs an air cooler for his special cell – more a studio — in the Philippine National Police custodial center. His wife, Rep. Lani Mercado, says the heat gives him migraine.

Revilla's detention studio at the PNP custodial center. Photo from abs-cbnnews.com

Revilla’s detention studio at the PNP custodial center. Photo from abs-cbnnews.com

Supporters clog the Revilla clan compound in Bacoor, Cavite in a sign of support for Sen. Bong Revilla. Photo from Yahoo.com

Supporters clog the Revilla clan compound in Bacoor, Cavite in a sign of support for Sen. Bong Revilla. Photo from Yahoo.com

Revilla’s new flat may be well below the standards of the clan’s sprawling Cavite homes. But as TV news footage shows, it’s comfortable enough.

An outcry soon followed, with memes spreading on social media.

One compared the cells renovated for Revilla and Senators Jinggoy Estrada and Juan Ponce Enrile — all three charged with the non-bailable crime of plunder — with the bunkhouses for Yolanda survivors. The meme’s subtext is, that Revilla and company are accused of heinous crimes while Yolanda folk’s only crime is that of existence.

Previous news reports, quoting government agencies, have shown the Yolanda bunkhomes to be of substandard stuff. This news video also reports an old man dying from heat stroke and children falling ill. His widow notes the stifling heat. Electricity use is only for light. And only last night, I chatted with two young women whose families live in these facilities. They told me the drainage in their makeshift communities is of the same bad standard, causing unhealthy flooding during heavy rains.

The administration’s staunchest supporters complain that the memes are meant to draw attention to perceived government slights rather than stress the issue of justice. In one report, a priest notes that the senators have not yet been convicted and “jail” is the wrong term to use.

Cells for senators vs cells for common criminals. From the Facebook page of Abdur Rashid Santos.

Cells for senators vs cells for common criminals. From the Facebook page of Abdur Rashid Santos.

The good priest will probably be interested in this second comparison shared by Bayan Patroller Abdur Rashid Santos.

It shows a holding cell where cops stuff people arrested for more minor crimes — theft, for example. It can be so crowded behind bars that detainees take turns sleeping. The toilet puts anyone at risk for tetanus.

The people penned in this space have also not been convicted. Many cannot afford lawyers nor bail. Some will rot in municipal and provincial jails while on trials that go on for years.

The good priest might also be interested in what Chief Justice Lourdes Sereno has to say about the country’s criminal justice system. The news article is headlined, “Too poor to post bail, thousands spend years in jail without conviction”.

Chief Justice Maria Lourdes Sereno described as “dysfunctional” the current jail system in the Philippines, a system that forces inmates to take turns in sleeping inside cramped detention cells.

“While it is not yet a detainee’s turn, he will have to stand up while another one takes a nap… This in itself is condemnable, even before they are sentenced,” Sereno said during the public interviews of candidates for the Sandiganbayan’s presiding justice conducted by the Judicial and Bar Council on Thursday.

“For many of these prisoners, they have already accepted that a life in prison—while their cases are pending—are already their alternative lives. This is alarming to me,” she added.

Interior Secretary Mar Roxas explains the studios are only temporary holding centers until the Sandiganbayan divisions tasked to hear the senator’s plunder cases decide on their custodial status. Earlier PNP statements claimed 1) the senators’ physical security must be safeguarded and 2) those nice joints were not constructed specially for them.

Still, anti-crime watchdogs and good governance advocates see the individual studios as a sign of VIP treatment. Len Dante Clarino’s petition on change.org has more than 8,300 signers sharing his call for the senators to be put in regular jails.

Some critics of the senators acknowledged that regular jails would be too dangerous for the three senators. (Most detention centers out of Camp Crame are overflowing with people too poor to afford jail and contrasting lifestyles may cause tempers to flare up, one lawyer told me.)

But the custodial center, which is much better guarded, also hosts political prisoners and other government officials, former PNP officers included, accused of graft and corruption. There is nothing in the facilities they now occupy that would make it dangerous or unduly uncomfortable for the three senators. And a transfer would free their quarters for the officers of the custodial center.

While everyone is agog about Revilla, who in the heat shares the experience of Yolanda survivors and millions of Mindanao residents who’ve braved the sweltering summer in the face of power failures that last as long as 12 hours, we may be forgetting Janet Lim-Napoles.

The alleged private sector top cat in the P10-billion pork scandal — only one of many — enjoys her privacy in Fort Sto. Domingo, far from the madding crowd. She is in a two-bedroom bungalow with a floor area of about 82 square meters. The compound is reportedly guarded by 300 Special Action forces.

It costs P5,000 a day to keep Napoles in detention. Police records peg the average overhead monthly cost for Napoles’ detention at P150,000.

In short, her daily upkeep is, per government statistics, enough to feed a family of five for a month. If a Metro Manila employee receives the minimum P466 daily wage and works without break from a month, he or she would receive P13,900 before taxes. The monthly expense for Napoles’ detention could underwrite 11 families with single breadwinner status.

That probably rankles most. After all, Napoles — who, let us not forget, received VIP escort service on her surrender — has pointed at everyone and his/her mother, without acknowledging any guilt. The government can well transfer her to Camp Crame, halve the number of people guarding her, and still keep her safe.

But that’s something Malacanang will shrug off. Today, Communications Secretary Sonny Coloma told a press briefing:

“Ang sitwasyong ito ay nagpapakita lamang ng kahalagahan ng layuning magtatag ng isang lipunan na kung saan magiging tunay na pantay-pantay ang trato sa lahat ng mga mamamayan habang iginagalang ang kanilang mga karapatang pantao.”

(This situation shows just how much the government is trying to build a society where everyone is treated with equal respect for their rights.)

Coloma also tries to turn the tables on government’s critics, to the point of giving yet another insensitive analogy. (He is becoming an expert on this.)

“Ang paggamit ng pasilidad sa detensyon ay naayon sa batas bilang pagkilala sa prinsipyo ng makataong pagturing sa mga nasasakdal. Dapat bang dalhin at ipiit sila katulad ng mga bunkhouses at temporary shelters na ginagamit ng mga pamilyang naapektuhan ng ‘Yolanda’ at iba pang kalamidad? At kung gagawin naman ito ng pamahalaan, hindi kaya mamayagpag ang tuligsa na pinahihirapan ang mga ‘di kaalyado sa pulitika?”

(The use of the detention facilities are lawful and a display of just treatment for the accused. Should we bring them to a facility like the bunkhouses and temporary shelters used by survivors of Yolanda and other calamities? If the government does this, won’t we be accused of making things stuff for people who are not our political allies?)

That pretty much shows what they think of the bunkhouses. It’s good enough for survivors of calamities but the same standard can’t be used for the plunder guys.

Coloma misses the point. Very few people are asking the government to bend backwards for these senators. People are calling on the government to expand the probe into pork abuses beyond the opposition, and asking President Benigno Aquino to stem his penchant for clearing friends without the benefit of transparent investigation. To equate this with a pro-Tanda, Sexy, Pogi, Napoles sentiment shows they’re slip-sliding on their tuwid na daan.


WHY ABAD SHOULD RESIGN

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justice-2Budget Secretary Butch Abad should resign — and not only because he takes attention and energies away from the trial of the plunder senators (Enrile, Estrada, Revilla and their cohorts like Napoles and Gigi Reyes).

He should resign because he presided (as alter ego of the President) over the crafting and implementation of the Disbursement Acceleration Program (DAP), a grave subversion of what could have been a landmark program.

Abad-w-Ehanced-DBM-logoAbad had urged people to campaign against PDAF. All the while, he was orchestrating DAP and the defense of DAP.

The irony here is that a portion of DAP also went to the same Napoles NGOs named in the PDAF scams.

Abad was a former legislator. He once chaired the House of Representatives’ powerful Appropriations Committee. He is an experienced executive branch senior official.

There was no way Abad nor his Boss, President Aquino — who, as senator, filed a bill to control impoundment abuses — could not have known that the nuts and bolts of DAP were unconstitutional.

I’m all for his resignation. I do not think he pocketed huge sums. I believe, however, that he and his colleagues and their Boss wilfully ignored all alarm bells and even warnings from worried insiders. The reason for this was not ignorance but a worldview, which holds that self-proclaimed noble intentions should absolve you of blame for legal shortcuts.

That kind of rationalization has no place in a functioning, genuine democracy.

Abad and the DBM have implemented reforms. The Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism earlier reported that the slowdown in infrastructure projects, aimed at improving efficiency and reviewing contracts for onerous conditions had, indeed, led to savings for the government.

But even a desire to involve communities in fiscal management should is no excuse for illegal acts. Nor should it blind people to the serious infirmities of DAP. At the very least, there are existing legal mechanisms that, combined with an exercise of political will, allow for this avowed intention.

malversation of funds technical lawphil.net“Intention” has long been a byword of tyrants.

I will not place President Aquino, for all his faults, on that level.

But the last time I checked, technical malversation (and that’s the kindest phrase for what happened) remains a crime in the Philippines.

Some folk also think that, since Abad was responsible for much of DAP — a program that allowed monies to flow again to the coffers of Napoles and friends — he could be charged with malversation of funds.

malversation of funds

The Supreme Court does distinguish between the two crimes. In G.R. No. 96025 May 15, 1991 (OSCAR P. PARUNGAO vs.SANDIGANBAYAN and PEOPLE OF THE PHILIPPINES) the High Court stressed:

“A comparison of the two articles reveals that their elements are entirely distinct and different from the other. In malversation of public funds, the offender misappropriates public funds for his own personal use or allows any other person to take such public funds for the latter’s personal use. In technical malversation, the public officer applies public funds under his administration not for his or another’s personal use, but to a public use other than that for which the fund was appropriated by law or ordinance.”

As the Supreme Court notes, the government can always defend itself in a proper forum that determines facts.

Resignation alone doesn’t cut it. That’s a cop out that just allows another faction of the elite to enjoy the fruits of people’s indignation and then continue with the same gross acts.

While our justice system is flawed, a formal complaint and trial would at least shore up the legal foundation to prevent similar acts.

I also agree with Sylvia Claudio’s call On Rappler  – “Let the investigation of all DAP and PDAF resources continue, including the investigation of alleged DAP plunderers Bongbong Marcos and Vicente Sotto III” — but will add, AND ALL OTHERS INVOLVED IN PDAF AND DAP anomalies. 

If the former budget chief is facing charges for allowing monies to be pocketed by Enrile and company, why do we hold to a different standard of behavior in the era of tuwid na daan?

For now, I am against ouster efforts — until I actually believe there is an unchanging pattern in criminality within the highest levels of government.

I also get that, yes, the minions of Enrile, Estrada, Revilla et al, will try to make us believe that they should not be punished unless PNOY is punished, too. That’s bullshit. Nobody should buy that argument.

#scrappork network pushes for plunder raps against Senators Enrile, Revilla and Estrada and Janet Napoles. Photo from solarnews.com

#scrappork network pushes for plunder raps against Senators Enrile, Revilla and Estrada and Janet Napoles. Photo from solarnews.com

But a distinction should be made between the malicious twisting of the call to campaign against selective justice (see Tanda, Sexy and Pogi) and the sincere belief that, while there should be no let up in the plunder and graft charges, it shouldn’t stop with the three pigs.

At the very least, probes SHOULD start and the chips fall where they must.

To dismiss this need because of the need to focus on the plunder raps against Enrile et al misses the entire point.

Besides, the early missteps in these plunder raps cannot be placed at the foot of PNOY’s critics.

There is focus. Then there is justice. Nobody said it would be a picnic.

Claudio is right to point out it’s a long process. But to fall silent on the need to hold people accountable, for expedience or a fear of other sectors, is to delay that process.

There are mandated legal forms of redress. I cannot say “do it” to Tanda, Sexy and Pogi and then attack others for using the same to hold others accountable. If they have the energy and resources to pursue these efforts — and where a sitting President is concerned, impeachment is the mandated mode — I will not throw stones at them.

The fact that, as a citizen, I prefer to exert my energies on other things, are a reflection of my limitations rather than a rejection of others’ efforts.

(Update: The DOJ seems focusing only on senators again. The Ombudsman has also formed a panel of investigators; let’s see how that goes.)


PDAF IS ALIVE AND WELL

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MONSTER PIG FINALOo, Juana, kailangan mo pa ding lumuhod kay Kong.

Nang nilabas ng Korte Suprema ang desisyon na nagsasabing unconstitutional ang Priority Development Assistance Fund (PDAF), sinabi ng gobyerno ni Pangulong Benigno Simeon Aquino III na patay na ang pork.

Sinabi din kasi ng Korte Suprema na PERMANENTE ang desisyon. Ang hindi pa nagagastos na PDAF ay dapat bumalik sa pangkalahatang pondo ng bayan.

Kahit nitong Hulyo lang, inulit ng mga kaalyado ni Pangulong Aquino na patay na ang pork barrel, kaya di na daw kailangan ng isang batas mula sa taumbayan — o People’s Initiative.

Ito ang sinabi ni Senate President Franklin Drilon:

“There’s no necessity for it. The SC has declared it unconstitutional and thus the PDAF (Priority Development Assistance Fund) cannot be restored in the 2015 or future budgets and the Senate has deleted it in 2014.”

Pero itong transcript ng isang miting sa pagitan ni Health Undersecretary Garin (dating mambabatas) at mga myembro ng Kongreso, ay nagpapakita lamang na hindi sumunod ang  gobyerno sa utos ng Korte Suprema. .Tatalakayin ko ito pagkatapos malahad ang desisyon ng SC. ( Pwede din kayong makining dito )

Bakit nga ba pinagbawal ng SC ang PDAF? Sinabi nito na

  • May kapangyarihan ang mga mambabatas na pumasa ng budget pero di na dapat sumawsaw pa sa kung saan ito mapunta pagkatapos ng pag-pasa ng batas.
  • Ang Executive Department na ang dapat na mag-patupad ng budget.
  • Hindi pwedeng makialam ang mga taga-Kongreso kung sino ang makakakuha ng pondo, proyekto or programa, dahil dapat nakasaad na ito sa budget.

Heto ang desisyon ng SC:

“In view of the constitutional violations discussed in this Decision, the Court hereby declares as UNCONSTITUTIONAL: (a) the entire 2013 PDAF Article; (b) all legal provisions of past and present Congressional Pork Barrel Laws, such as the previous PDAF and CDF Articles and the various Congressional Insertions, which authorize/d legislators—whether individually or collectively organized into committees—to intervene, assume or participate in any of the various post-enactment stages of the budget execution, such as but not limited to the areas of project identification, modification and revision of project identification, fund release and/or fund realignment, unrelated to the power of congressional oversight; (c) all legal provisions of past and present Congressional Pork Barrel laws, such as the previous PDAF and CDF Articles and the various Congressional Insertions, which confer/red personal, lump-sum allocations to legislators from which they are able to fund specific projects which they themselves determine; (d) all informal practices of similar import and effect, which the Court similarly deems to be acts of grave abuse of discretion amounting to lack or excess of discretion; and (e) the phrases (1) “and for such other purposes as may be hereafter directed by the President” under Section 8 of Presidential Decree No. 910 and (2) “to finance the priority infrastructure development projects” under Section 12 of PD 1869, as amended by PD 1993, for both failing the sufficient standard test in violation of the principle of non-delegability of legislative power.”

Noon, sinabi ni Budget Secretary Abad sa mga grupong kontra-pork na dapat matigil ang poder ng Kongreso na maghimasok sa pag-gamit ng pondo pagnapasa ang batas.

Alam natin na hindi nila tinupad ito kasi namudmod din sila nga pera sa mga mambabatas sa ilalim ng Disbursement Acceleration Fund (DAP).

Sa transcript ng miting nina Usec Garin at mga mambabatas, makikita ang totoong dahilan kung bakit kapit tuko sa PDAF ang mga pulitiko.

Nangandarapa makipag-alegro si Usec Garin sa mga yamot na mambabatas. Lahat ginawa na ng DOH para mahawakan pa din ng mga pulitiko ang kapangyarihan na pumili ng mga mabibiyayaan ng serbisyong publiko. Sila lamang ang pipili kung sino ang “indigent” o mahirap.

Sa ilalim ng bagong administrative order ng DOH, ang kailangan para sa makapasok sa medical assistance program (MAP) ay rekomendasyon mula sa MAP officials.

Ang sabi ni Garin: “And who are the MAP officials? Kayo yan, these are the Congressmen or your designated personnel.” 

Hindi yan trabaho ng mambabatas. Trabaho yan ng Executive Branch. At sapat na dapat ang kakayahan ng Executive Branch na kumilala sa mga mahihirap na Pilipino.

Mga ilan sa 5, 360 families saTagum City na kasali sa conditional cash transfer program o Pantawid Pamilyang Pilipino Program (4Ps).-- http://www.dilg.gov.ph/news/5360-Tagumeo-households-qualify-for-4Ps/NR-2014-306

Mga ilan sa 5, 360 families saTagum City na kasali sa conditional cash transfer program o Pantawid Pamilyang Pilipino Program (4Ps).– http://www.dilg.gov.ph/news/5360-Tagumeo-households-qualify-for-4Ps/NR-2014-306

Nandyan ang Conditional Cash Transfer (CCT) program na binigyan ng P62.6 billion sa 2014, na tataas sa P64.7-billion sa 2015.

Ang CCT ay nagbibigay ng allowance sa 4.3 million na mahihirap na pamilya basta tumupad sila sa ilang kondisyon — ang pag-sigurado na mag-aral ang mga anak, at ang paninigurado din na nabibigyan sila ng regular na check-up, lalo na ang mabakunahan laban sa mga nakakahawang sakit.

Paanong di malalaman ng DOH at mga lokal na gobyerno kung sino ang mahihirap eh may listahan na nga sila ng nasa ilalim ng CCT?

Kung tunay na binalik ang PDAF sa general funds, bakit meron pang ma-download na funds na ang kongresista lamang ang makakapagsabi kung saan ito mapupunta?

Nag-sorry pa si Garin sa pagsabi ng mga ospital na walang pondo ang mambabatas doon — samantala tama naman yun, kasi dapat nasa DOH na at local government health units ang pondo.

Pero hindi, inangkin pa din ng mga mambabatas ang pondong ito at pinagbigyan naman ng DOH. Kailangan ng guarantee letter mula sa mambabatas bago ka matulungan sa ospital.

So if your funds are already downloaded in the DOH hospitals. So I repeat unang-una po downloading of funds to DOH Hospitals including retained hospitals that includes the regional medical centers and specialty hospitals if your office has funds there, you can transact directly with them yung point person nandudun, second, if in case nagpadala kayo ng pasyente, pagkapadala ninyo ng pasyente sinabi ay wala po ditong pondo yung opisina ninyo …  we have a directory that will be given to you and that will be e-mailed to all your offices. In that directory, there are two persons in-charge of all hospitals, so makikita ninyo dun sa directory, andidito yung mga pangalan ng mga hospitals and then kung sino yung contact person na tatawagan ninyo. So for any problem, you immediately call, text or e-mail the persons in-charge of that hospital and automatically they will issue a guarantee letter direct to your office and direct to the hospital.”

Mga nagproprotesta na biktima ng Yolanda. Kailangan bang lumuhod sa mambababatas para lang makakuha ng ayuda mula sa gobyerno? Litrato ng Tudla Productions

Mga nagproprotesta na biktima ng Yolanda. Kailangan bang lumuhod sa mambababatas para lang makakuha ng ayuda mula sa gobyerno? Litrato ng Tudla Productions

Ilang beses na nating narinig ang mga mambabatas na nagdabog pagkatapos bumaba ang SC ng desistyon sa PDAF?

Eh di wala na kayong pondo sa ospital, sabi nila. Wala nang skolarship. 

Eh meron ngang pondo!

Pero, heto, inamin na din ni Garin na kaya ayaw ng mga mambabatas ng tuwid na sistema ay dahil gusto nilang mag-epal at mangandalakan na sila at sila lang ang makakapagbigay ng tulong sa mahihirap.

At pinagbigyan naman sila ng gobyerno.

“We also understand na yung guarantee letter na unang nirelease, medyo yung format, I mean it’s good, it’s okay. Unfortunately the format creates a lot of questions kasi nga parang it’s, it’s an indigency program of the DOH. Nawawalan ngayon ng, let’s admit it the political points in, in the case of the office requesting it kasi ang nakapirma dun is Asec. Lagajid and it was placed there na hindi pwedeng i-honor pag Saturday and Sunday. “

(Sa Tagalog: “Nauunawaan namin na yung unang format ng guarantee letter ay nagbibigay ng katanungan, kasi nga programa siya ng DOH para sa mahihirap. Aminin natin, na dito nawawalan ng political points ang mambabatas dahil ang nakapirma ay si Asec …)

Kahit sa mga LGU hospitals, ang mambabatas pa din ang wagas.

Hindi magagamit ng lokal na gobyerno ang “pork” nila. Yan ang kahalagahan ng guarantee letter — magbabayad ang DOH kung nakapirma lang si Kong o ang representante niya.

“…our assurance is that, hindi naman siya magagamit ng governor kasi first, we are bound by COA rules not to download kung wala kaming payables. So kung may guarantee letter galing sa inyo, yan po ang babayaran ng Department of Health.”

Ang mas nakakagalit, sinabi pa ni Garin:

“So the decision of the Department is to do away with all walk-in patients because in the first place it was made clear to us that these funds are not DOH funds but are actually funds of Congressmen who are there to assist their constituents. ” (Hindi na tatanggap ng walk-in na pasyente kasi sinabi na sa amin na ang pondo ay hindi para sa DOH kundi pondo ng mambabatas para sa kanilang tutulungan.)

Tabi-tabi na sa kama ang mga mahihirap na pasyente sa Fabella Hospital sa Manila http://churchandstate.org.uk

Tabi-tabi na sa kama ang mga mahihirap na pasyente sa Fabella Hospital sa Manila http://churchandstate.org.uk

At ang mambabatas daw ang mas nakakaalam kung sino ang dapat mabigyan ng tulong. “You (legislators) know best and you know better sino ang nanganagilangan ng tulong sa distrito ninyo. “

Alam natin na hindi ito totoo. May problema pag ang pulitiko ang makakapagdikta kung saan dadaloy ang tulong dahil:

  1. 1) Meron nang magagaling na propesyonal sa mga ahensya ng gobyerno, mula sa pambansa hanggang sa lokal na antas na may datos na ng nangangailangan; at
  2. patay dito ang mga mahihirap na kilalang bumoto o nangampanya sa kalaban.

Dito sa masamang ugat na ito lumalatay ang sinasabi nating “weather-weather lang”. Yung pagikot ng lahat ng bagay sa kung sino ang tinayaan mong baboy, este manok, at hindi sa kung ano ang tama o makatarungan. Meron pa sinabi si Usec Garin tungkol sa paglipat ng paglalaanan ng pondo kung kailangan ng isang mambabatas — na walang kinalaman sa pangangailangan ng tao kundi para sa dahilang politika o intensyong tumakbo sa eleksyon.

Nakakaiyak talaga. Bakit kailangan maglimos ang mahihirap na Pilipino sa mga mambabatas para makakuha ng klarong karapatan nila sa ilalim ng Konstitusyon?

At bakit pinanindigan pa ng Executive Branch itong mabaho at baluktot na sistema sa kabila ng desisyon ng Korte Suprema?

Hirap na nga sa buhay, busabos na, kailangan pang lumuhod sa mga diyos-diyosan. Ang mga miting ng taga- DOH at ng Commission on Higher Education (CHED) na tatalakayin ko sa susunod na blog ay nagpapakita lamang na walang intensyon ang pamahalaan ng Pangulong Aquino na tapusin ang pork barrel system. At ito ang pinaka-klarong ebidesya na hindi ang tao kundi sariling interes ang nasa kaisipan ng ating mga lider.

Sinabi ni Rizal na walang alipin kung walang magpa paalipin. Totoong marami ang walang lakas na lumaban. Sana naman ang may kakayahan ay hindi magbubulag-bulagan o magbibingi-an. Tama nang may ilang masasama sa gobyerno. Wag na nating kunsintihin sila.


PDAF ‘dead’? Well, gov’t has raised the zombie

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MONSTER PIG FINALIt probably shouldn’t surprise us, given the government’s response to the Supreme Court’s ruling on the Disbursement Acceleration Program (DAP). For all it’s avowals about the death of pork, the Philippine government is trying its darn best to sustain patronage politics in this country.

President Benigno Aquino III himself announced the death of PDAF. Well then, what’s doing the rounds of social media is the pork zombie.

Party-list Rep. Antonio Tinio released a recording of a recent meeting between legislators and Health Undersecretary Janet Garin, a former member of the House of Representatives. Audio and transcript show that the country’s leaders have been focused on resurrecting the infamous system that gave rise to the Napoles scandal. 

The Supreme Court declared as unconstitutional the Priority Development Assistance Fund (PDAF). That’s the system where legislators are given a lump sum (at least P70 million for members of the House of Representatives and P200 million for senators), which they are then free to endorse to any beneficiary worthy of their tender mercies.

PDAF is found in the General Appropriations Act. The SC, however, found it unconstitutional for allowing legislators to “intervene, assume or participate” in post-enactment stages of the budget execution. The powers granted legislators under the PDAF include “project identification, modification and revision of project identification, fund release and/or fund realignment, unrelated to the power of congressional oversight.”

Not too long ago, Budget Secretary Abad was urging reform-minded groups to target their fire on legislators and PDAF. We now know, of course, that Abad then crafted DAP — which also went to legislators and, incidentally, Napoles NGOs.

Now the  recordings leaked by  Tinio shows the executive department bending way, way backwards to allow legislators a death grip on their pork privileges.

The transcript of that meeting also shows why politicians (and their patrons) see pork as essential to their survival.

Patients share a bed at congested Fabella Hospital. The poor continue to need to plead with legislators to get health aid.

Patients share a bed at congested Fabella Hospital. The poor continue to need to plead with legislators to get health aid.

It’s hard not to feel some sympathy for Garin as she seeks to appease legislators.

The entire point of the meeting was to reassure them that, yes, they still are in control of their PDAF.

They still have the power to dictate who gets to benefit from the funds they have allotted for health services. (Even when they, by order of the Supreme Court, should have given up this power.)

Garin explains that a new order covering the medical assistance program (clearly PDAF as hidden in the DOH budget) has simplified requirements.

Indeed, there is only one requirement to get benefits reserved for “indigent” patients — the benevolent nod of your representative.

Officially, the endorsement should come from MAP officials.

“And who are the MAP officials? Kayo yan, these are the Congressmen or your designated personnel,” says Garin.

The SC  ordered that all unused PDAF monies should revert to the general fund and not be spent in any way that replicates the practices ruled as unconstitutional.

Here’s what the Department of Health did instead:

“So the decision of the Department is to do away with all walk-in patients because in the first place it was made clear to us that these funds are not DOH funds but are actually funds of Congressmen who are there to assist their constituents.”

Garin apologizes for instances when DOH personnel told patients that there are no legislators’ funds — which was the true state of affairs until they swept back ‘reforms’. And she has a solution for any problems that may arise.

“if in case nagpadala kayo ng pasyente, pagkapadala ninyo ng pasyente sinabi ay wala po ditong pondo yung opisina ninyo …  we have a directory that will be given to you and that will be e-mailed to all your offices. In that directory, there are two persons in-charge of all hospitals, so makikita ninyo dun sa directory, andidito yung mga pangalan ng mga hospitals and then kung sino yung contact person na tatawagan ninyo. So for any problem, you immediately call, text or e-mail the persons in-charge of that hospital and automatically they will issue

To make sure that no pesky local government unit claims legislators’ pork, the DOH says  it will pay only for patients covered by a “guarantee letter” from legislators or their designated representatives.

Public service: Not an question of justice but of tribal strength,

Public service: Not an question of justice but of tribal strength,

The government has a good, noble reason for going around the SC decision:

“You (legislators) know best and you know better sino ang nanganagilangan ng tulong sa distrito ninyo, Garin declares.

And just like that, they’ve upended the checks and balances in governance.

Garin makes the Executive Department seem clueless on matters of poverty.

And if you follow her words to their logical conclusion, you should be very, very scared — because this supposedly clueless executive branch has been disbursing billions of pesos to people they have surveyed and verified as poor!

According to Senate President Franklin Drilon, the government’s conditional cash transfer program or the Pantawid Pamilyang Pilipino Program was alloted P62.6 billion in the 2014 budget and stands to get P64.7 billion next year.

The program, which is administered by the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD) has reportedly given funds to 4.3 million poor families.

It is “conditional” because beneficiaries are supported to a) keep their children in school and b) ensure that they get proper government medical care, including regular vaccinations against infectious diseases. This means at least two agencies, the DOH included, keeps track of these poor people.

So how does one square this with the claim that only legislators know who needs aid in their districts?

If one were truly concerned with red-tape, then one could have ordered the local DSWD units to provide government hospitals of a list of indigents for verification of status. After all, the CCT is given regularly.

But no, poor people have to get the blessings of legislators before they will be given the time of day.

We’ve heard legislators moan and threaten about the sudden cut in health aid and scholarships because public funds have vanished.

But there ARE public funds. The legislators just don’t want these out of their hands.

And it is Garin herself who tells us why.

“We also understand na yung guarantee letter na unang nirelease, medyo yung format, I mean it’s good, it’s okay. Unfortunately the format creates a lot of questions kasi nga parang it’s, it’s an indigency program of the DOH. Nawawalan ngayon ng, let’s admit it the political points in, in the case of the office requesting it kasi ang nakapirma dun is Asec. Lagajid and it was placed there na hindi pwedeng i-honor pag Saturday and Sunday. “

That’s the truth.

In fact, Garin adds some details tas she tries to plug any problems that could inconvenience legislators:

“Our initial recommendation was actually, we’ll send the guarantee letters then bayaran agad para walang, walang tagal, walang maraming requirements kasi the hospital structure has a lot of requirements for indigency program natutu nga kasi diyan sila eh. So to solve that, yun yung prinopose namin.” (So much for reform measures to staunch corruption.)

“But then there were others naman we’re very comfortable with outright downloading so sabi namin okay naman yun. For those na wala kayong downloaded na pondo, actually it’s easier, better and more flexible kasi by the time na nagpalit ka ng isip, kunyare party-list congressman ka, dito ka naglagay ng pondo, then mayroon din dun kasamahan ninyo, kaibigan ninyo tumatakbo din, you want to concentrate on this area, so very flexible, all you have to do is look at our directory tell the person in charge you want a guarantee letter immediately to this hospital, this patient, ipadala agad. So hindi na yung na-download na dun, babawiin mo ulit, ire-realign mo.”

Cinderella should be so lucky!

Everybody screams about patronage politics in this country. Where do you think the money for that comes from?

There are two very good reasons to get rid of pork:

  • Government, or its executive branch, is mandated to ensure the efficient and rational delivery of basis services to the people, by way of proposing and then implementing the budget;
  • We know that elected officials, especially legislators, channel pork to reward their supporters or lure in new ones.

Through this miasma of discretionary power runs the infamous “weather-weather lang” character of Philippine governance. This rot is what makes decisions of both elected and voters a matter of tribal strength rather than of justice or efficiency.

We scream against patronage politics and yet we shrug off the reality of millions of poor Filipinos having to throw themselves at the mercy of politicians to get what is their by right under the Constitution.

We sneer at the poor about electing the governments they deserve. We sneer and then dance with the pigs we call friends.


Vignettes (Intersecting lives)

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HE SLIPPED in past midnight, a dark, hunched shape under a nylon parka.

CandlesPerhaps it was his stillness. It took almost an hour before the night watchers at the wake noticed him, though the women of the family were suckers for eyes and his were dark and piercing, alternately flashing light or sucking in the room’s glare.

Someone approached with drinks, smiled, and inquired for the stranger’s name.

He gave none. His answer was a shrug.

The teenager smiled politely; and where was he from.

“Bukid,” he said.

The young host puzzled. That could mean farm — or the mountains.

The mountains, the visitor said. “Kaupod.”

The young man knew that word. It was what they called the men and women who stopped briefly every few months, dropping off letters, or receiving the same, or just talking and sharing a meal before moving on. Some of the family were also called that, though most had moved on, too, for less perilous occupations.

The young man caught the eye of an older one.

Silent signals shot through the women of the clan and they converged on the visitor.

They flashed smiles. Their hands fluttered and tugged at hair strands, and their heads swiveled and their eyes searched the hall and the corridors and the outdoor courtyard as they chirped about this or that friend to mask the low tones and more serious conversation between two siblings and this stranger.

The visitor got it. In the same dialect but with a hard accent, he whispered assurances. He would not bother anyone. He just wanted to keep vigil this night, just a few hours; by the morrow he would be out of their lives.

He was welcome to stay the entire wake, someone replied. But a recent rebel ambush had sent white heat across the land and the monsoon heightened tempers. The family did not want another death.

There was also the fact that the night watchers did not know him, though someone would later vouch for him.

The woman who sat beside the visitor searched his eyes but did not voice the question. What if this man was just an impostor, sent to keep an eye out for another one, the way other ex-friends also kept watch for him?

They did not want to offend him with their doubts and so they danced around the topic until the visitor offered a simple tale.

A decade back, he said, there was a father who rushed his young son to the state hospital, only to be rebuffed and ignored by staff that were overworked or just beyond caring.

He was then a masa, a sympathizer of the struggle that gripped the island, with no knowledge of the doktora’s kinship with some of the kaupod. He did not even know her name but he was desperate and found her checking up on some child patients.

He could not remember what he said, only that she took one look at his face, at his child, and rushed them to a corner table, asking a nurse why they had not received care.

Too busy, said the ever-forgiving peasant, with a casual wave to encompass the whole staff and the hall bursting with crying children. He was not about to pick a fight; he was happy just to finally have someone’s attention.

He could not forget, he told the wake watchers, how the doktora’s eyes glinted in quiet anger as she ministered to his son. He could not forget, he added, how she called over another doctor and delivered a rant.

A soft rant, he hastened to add. About how you would feel if your child was convulsing in your arms. How doctors and nurses insisted on lucid answers and poise from terrified parents who had probably walked miles from hacienda hovels to the nearest ride. How she didn’t mind if they fought on every policy, so long as they treated patients with respect and compassion.

The son lived, was now in high school.

His father hadn’t seen him for months.

The visitor said he heard the news early morning, the day after doktora died. He had asked time for some errand, had not told them of his real reason.

He smiled. “You are right, it is dangerous.”

A child piped up. Where are your comrades?

In the dialect, the word also meant companion but the child knew that difference and tried to peer out into the streets.

Around, the man replied.

The child pressed on. In the mountains?

On the plains, he answered.

With a smile, he opened the tattered jacket to respond the craning of the child’s neck. He passed hands over a flat belly, gave a slight shake of his head.

The child’s interest disappeared. But another boy, more daring, sidled up and in a stage whisper, asked: “Do you know _____________?”

They had loved him, the small, gentle man who could not live outside of war, and they continued saying prayers for his safety. Never mind that they weren’t exactly sure what the fighting was all about now; never mind that his stilted slogans, pitched slightly higher than his normal voice, roused polite smiles more than meditations on the various isms.

The man nodded but would not answer other questions, and finally drove away the curious by assuming a prayerful pose.

By 5 a.m., he was gone, without saying goodbye. People weren’t even sure he was real, except that too many saw him, and someone later verified his presence in the city.

The following day, typed messages came with the wreaths.

Visitors were oohing at the flowers from the vice president. The doktora’s children pointed to a space beside it. The florist smiled as he positioned blooms draped with a ribbon that read, “National Democratic Front.”

The messages spoke of a fascist dictatorship, of the doktora’s commitment to fight policies that violated medical ethics or humanitarian concerns, of her local fame as a friend of the poor. Not that the pious Catholic doctor had ever approved of armed struggle. It just didn’t matter to her where one came from.

Young boys exclaimed, as they read messages from the communist underground and whistled as they checked out other, more famous names they often saw on newspapers and newscasts.

But hours after a cement slab clanged over the little space that held the doktora’s coffin, the children had forgotten the big words, the big names, even the startling crowd of several hundreds that had flocked to the funeral, and were still talking of the night visitor, role-playing his vignettes of intersecting lives.



VOTE ‘NO’ TO INCLUSION OF RIGHT OF REPLY IN THE FREEDOM OF INFORMATION BILL

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Slide1FORKED TONGUE is about the kindest phrase I can find for statements from the House of Representatives reassuring us of the near approval of the long-delayed Freedom of Information law.

The said law has been approved by the Senate. It continues to move sluggishly in the House. Partly, because of the mixed signals coming from the administration coalition’s boss — that’s President Aquino, in case you didn’t know; the so-called separation of powers is only invoked when it suits the leaders of this land.

The truth is, politicians are trying to throw all kinds of obstacles to the passage of the FOI bill. That, or inserting poison pill provisions. (You all remember the Anti-CyberCrime law)

The latest monkey wrench is the call for the insertion of the Right of Reply provision.

What does this represent? In a poll on the bottom left part of the HoR website ( see http://www.congress.gov.ph/cpoll/index.php?s=poll&pollid=59&voteid=2&poll=Vote ) Rep. Jorge Almonte, chair of the House Committee on Information, states that it is a “provision which would require media to allot airtime or print media space to aggrieved parties or to those claiming to be unjustly placed in a bad light by news stories.” THAT IS ACTUALLY ON PART OF THE STORY.

Media ethics mandate journalists to try as best they can to get all sides in a story. What the Right of Reply provision tries to do is, subvert a clear ethical rule and stack the odds in favour of powerful news subjects.

You want to know what what Right of Reply means in real terms? Look no further than the case of PNP chief Alan Purisima, the subject of investigation and suits because of reports of dubious wealth, among other things.

Ted Failon, the ABS-CBN anchor who did the investigative report into Purisima’s alleged properties, very clearly tried to reach him and his son several times. This was even before the PNP chief went abroad on an official trip. The citizens’ group leading the expose also tried — in vain — to acquire Purisima’s statement of assets and liabilities.

Because there was a refusal to comment, Failon went on to air his report. Now, we have the President — who thinks Purisima can do no evil — coming to his defense. (Read http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/09/24/14/pnoy-comes-purisimas-defense)

It wasn’t enough for Mr. Aquino to praise the man who allegedly saved his life during a coup attempt when his mom ruled the country. Mr. Aquino had to cast aspersion on the news reports about Purisima, implying that these were deliberately prepared while the PNP chief was out of the country. The subtext was, so that Purisima could not reply.

That is not the first time, of course, that Mr. Aquino has been fed the wrong information. But this is a statement that plays directly to the interests of Right of Reply proponents.

What they want is … news management at their own terms. They will sandbag journalists, ignore requests for interviews, hide from pursuing reporters. And then when the news comes out, they will demand their own air time and print space to air/print their side — unfiltered. 

In the last Congress, proponents even wanted the Reply to come out in exactly the same space and position, with exactly the same length as the original report. 

The Right of Reply also covers stories that already get the side of news targets but which the subjects feel is not fair to them.

In other words, they want a FREE PASS.

There are existing safeguards to irresponsible journalism. A draconian, unjust libel law for one.

What the Right of Reply provision does is punish EVERYONE. It would muzzle the press by giving the powerful free rein to media space and airtime. Think about that. And be afraid. Be very afraid.


‘SPOILED’

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Child of martyrs, stumping

for her brother’s birthright

to ascend the throne.

Who better to untangle

the skeins of skin and rot

than a reluctant heir?

Raised to honor legacy,

the son soars, tethered

by a million yellow ribbons.

Behind the righteous shroud

sprawls Luisita, red-stained,

beyond the pale of justice.

What about them? She smiles.

Luisita is love. So much love,

she says, workers were ‘spoiled’

Paradise lost to the rabble?

Think graveyard, where the gods

dance on the carcasses of slaves

Photo of a victim of Hacienda Luisita massacre by KM64

Photo of a victim of Hacienda Luisita massacre by KM64


WHO OWNS THAT BACKHOE? (Revisiting the Ampatuan Massacre)

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Who doesn’t?

Only those who did not kowtow, did not pander, did not channel funds and arms to the Ampatuans of Maguindanao.

Only those who refused to keep silent as the clan harassed and burned and killed to wrest control of lands to annex for their kingdom.

Only those who did not bargain away people’s lives and rights for a slot in command tickets come election time.

Photo from the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines

Photo from the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines

We must grieve and call for justice on behalf of 58 persons retrieved from under Maguindanao’s soil. We must never forget the carnage of November 23, 2009.

Yet neither should we overlook the precedents and the acts of commission and omission that built the perfect scenario for the Ampatuan massacre.

Context is everything. Until we address the roots of the massacre, we will keep on counting the lives the sacrificed on the altar of greed and power.

THIS WHAT IMPUNITY IS ALL ABOUT – “too much power, too little accountability”.

AMPATUAN NEWThe Ampatuan massacre did not spring from a vacuum. The weak Philippine state has long provided rich soil for the seeds of carnage. A day after the massacre, I retrieved a 2007 interview of then Autonomous Region of Muslim Mindanao governor Zaldy Ampatuan by MindaNews’ Carol Arguillas.

Here is Ampatuan unfiltered:

“Actually, Maguindanao province is an extension of the home province of Her Excellency, PGMA (President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo) which is Pampanga. Here in Maguindanao, considering that we have 20 mayors unopposed, these 20 mayors are allies of the administration, even those areas with opponents – Pagalungan and Talitay – the opponents are all allies of the administration.”

Arguillas’ interview was largely about the Ampatuan clan’s all-out support for Mrs. Arroyo in the 2007 elections. Following the 2009 massacre — around the time politicians were registering as contenders for the 2010 polls — the country woke up to find just what underpinned this support:

  • Free flow of arms and ammunition from the Armed Forces of the Philippines
  • Governance dictated by only a few privileged persons
  • Governance implemented according to the needs of these privileged persons
  • The resulting absence of government services – from courts to health to education
  • Years of public monies being diverted into the pockets of local warlords – who then pay back the favor by mowing down anyone opposed to their patrons
AFP PHOTO/TED ALJIBE (Photo credit should read TED ALJIBE/AFP/Getty Images)

AFP PHOTO/TED ALJIBE (Photo credit should read TED ALJIBE/AFP/Getty Images)

Around a hundred men implemented that act of mayhem, which also holds the record for the world’s deadliest attack on journalists. It was no ordinary band of “bandits”. The perpetrators were led Shariff Aguak Mayor Andal Ampatuan Jr. and a senior police office, Sr. Inspector Dicay. They brought practically the entire security apparatus of Shariff Aguak and, presumably, Ampatuan town.  This was a hydra — and its creator wasn’t just then President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.

The Ampatuan monster was birthed by a cabal of powerful political and economic clans who had for years paid homage to warlords, nurtured them, allowed them to raid the state treasury and turned a blind eye to mounting reports of rights violations, and neglect of the most basic of government services.

An Inquirer.Net report states:

“The Ampatuans and Mangudadatus have reigned in Maguindanao politics since 1986 when the revolutionary government of then President Corazon Aquino appointed officers-in-charge to local elective posts of mayors, municipal, provincial and village legislators, as well as governors and their deputies.

The patriarchs of both clans— Datu Andal Ampatuan Sr. and Datu Pua Mangudadatu —were appointed mayors of their respective municipalities, Maganoy (now Shariff Aguak) and Buluan, Maguindanao.

The two men never lost an election and their children have also entered politics and emerged winners, too. Many saw their political careers thrive in the positions they have held, among them, Governor Zaldy Uy Ampatuan of the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao, and incumbent Buluan town Vice-Mayor Esmael Toto Mangudadatu, who is now said to be running for Maguindanao governor, the post to be left by Datu Andal Ampatuan Sr. to his son, Andal Jr.”

A 2008 report of the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism notes that the Ampatuans consolidated power since 2001.

The 1987 Constitution bans private armed groups. In July 2006, however, the Arroyo administration issued Executive Order 546, allowing local officials and the PNP to deputize barangay tanods as “force multipliers” in the fight against insurgents. In practice, the EO allows local officials to convert their private armed groups into legal entities with a fancy name: civilian volunteer organizations (CVO).

That probably sounds familiar to many Filipinos across the country. Even today, as the 2016 election fever starts, we hear about “force multipliers”. We also have continuing reports of political murders, including those targeting journalists, judges, activists and lawyers.

No Accountability

Slide1The funds that underwrote the Ampatuan empire belonged to the people. These funds were stolen systematically through the years.

It was easy to divert the money because close to a quarter of the Philippine national budget has always been available for leaders to dispense according to their whims.

It was easy to divert because in the filthy bed of pigs that normally goes by the name of Congress, members neglect oversight tasks in return for favors that allow them to perpetuate power through generations of entitled individuals.

It was easy to divert because when people are poor and hungry and they face the barrels of guns, they are easily cowed. So instead of fighting for their due, they accept crumbs from the lords’ tables.

The weak cannot be faulted for propping up the mighty. Not when their “betters” — those who think they know better – are equally guilty of sacrificing principles for political exigencies.

The coerced can be forgiven their meekness. Those who play with the levers of power, in the hope that they can influence the outcome of events, come out with splatters of blood in their hands.

You see, the Ampatuan massacre isn’t just about one town, one province, one region. It is not the only massacre that highlights the seed of carnage. Only when those who can stand between the guns and the cowed populace speak out and walk their talk can we even begin to hope to rid the national soil of the toxins of impunity.


MEDIA UNDER FIRE (For #throwbackwednesday)

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Screengrab of Bulatlat.com page that featured the author's 2004 speech when she was elected chair of the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines (NUJP). She served as chair until 2006 and as a director from 2006 to 2008.

Screengrab of Bulatlat.com page that featured the author’s 2004 speech when she was elected chair of the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines (NUJP). She served as chair until 2006 and as a director from 2006 to 2008.

** (I was doing research on the murders of journalists in the Philippines for an article requested by the International Federation of Journalists, and stumbled on this 2004 paper delivered by during the 4th National Congress of the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines [NUJP] in 2004. I am sharing this because events this last year, including an upsurge in union activities by media workers, ram home an uncomfortable truth — that some things, many things, have not changed. Among these the murders of colleagues, the unjust economic and work conditions in media and other factors that threaten press freedom — and freedom of expression in the Philippines.

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The Philippine Press, caught up in globalization’s swift technological and organization changes, confronts a major challenge to preserve its identity and keep open its doors for the many voices that make up our society. Meanwhile, individual journalists and small media entities struggle to keep at bay the dangers of corruption and cooptation in the face of economic hardships, even as mammoth media corporations ignore ethical considerations in the fierce competition for ratings and revenues.

We often hear that self-serving claim, “there is Press Freedom in the Philippines,” uttered mostly by those who do not work at the frontlines of our industry. In a profession that rests on the oft-impossible quest for the “Truth,” it is time to unmask this lie.

Deaths

Where is Press Freedom when Philippine media ties with Colombia as the world’s most dangerous place to work as a journalist? (*Author’s note: This year, a decade later, we are ranked third, behind Iraq and Somalia.)

In 2002, three journalists were murdered: Benjaline Hernandez in Arakan Valley, Cotabato; Edgar Demalerio of DXKP public radio and the Zamboanga Scribe newspaper in Pagadian City; and San Pablo City TV news presenter and magazine publisher Sonny Alcantara.

In 2003, the number of slain journalists grew to seven:

  • John Villanueva, reporter at the radio station dzGB-AM, Legapzi City – April 28;
  • Apolinario Pobeda, host of the Nosi Balasi radio talk show on station DWTI-AM, Lucena City — May 17;
  • Bonifacio Gregorio, a journalist with the local weekly Dyaryo Banat in La Paz, Tarlac –July 8;
  • Noel Villarante, of radio station DZJV in Sta. Cruz, Laguna – August 19;
  • Rico Ramirez, of radio station DXSF in San Francisco, Agusan del Sur – August 20
  • Jun Pala, of radio station DXGO in Davao City – September 6;
  • Nelson Nadura, of radion station DYME in Masbata City – December 2

This year, Rowell Enrinal, of DZRC in Legazpi City, was killed on February 11

As the Committee for the Protection of Journalists notes, we are witnessing “the routine assassination of journalists.”

With the violence experienced by Filipino journalists, it would not an exaggeration to claim we are in a state of war.

The word violence conjures physical harm – killings, of which there have been too much of lately – 51 since 1986 in the combined list of the NUJP and the Center for Press Freedom and Responsibility (CMFR) and 73 from the Bulatlat.com count; beatings and other forms of torture; arrests and detention.

There are other, less physical, forms of harassment: public harangues; threats, whether veiled or overt; surveillance of movements and communications, news blackouts; denial of access to information; prior restraint on coverage; and criminal libel charges. All these do violence, not only to journalists, but to media as a whole – and Philippine society in general.

We have also witnessed major broadcast networks practicing self-censorship or, more accurately, imposing censorship on independent entities that they host. A government television station also nixed a submitted taped of a talk show, because of what it felt were anti-government statements uttered by some of the guests.

On the opposite side, we have reporters chafing against employers’ attempts to make them attack dogs against political or corporate rivals. We have journalists desperately buying time and fighting furiously to keep their reports independent, despite employers’ efforts to bully them into publishing half-baked, clearly slanted stories. These are not easy things to do when the possible consequence is the loss on one’s job.

Violence, indeed, takes all forms. And when media is oppressed, when it is literally under fire, it is society itself that is besieged. It was not too long ago that Filipinos lived this truth. It is not too much to ask that we do not forget.

Hypocrisy

Fear, too, plays a major role in two other serious problems facing Philippine media: corruption and poverty.

Daily, we hear public officials, business leaders, civic groups, and even our own colleagues bemoan the state of media in the Philippines. It is overly sensational, critics say. It is irresponsible. It wallows in filth and garbage, and ignores the many good things this country has to offer. It is one-sided, biased. It is rotten and corrupt to its core.

The tongue lashing, the litany of our perceived failures, highlight the traditional roles vested on us: Watchdog, a medium for the many voices that exist in this multi-ethnic society, champion of the oppressed, chronicler of history in the making.

In the cacophony of voices that demand tribute from media, it is all too easy to lose our way. It is also all too easy to get mad, become self-righteous, turn defensive, or, faced with a gun muzzle on one hand and a bundle of cash on the other, take the easy way out.

Media does not exist in a vacuum. While it can – and should lead in charting change – it is also, to a great extent, a reflection of the host society. This is not meant to excuse corruption or dismiss the prevailing state of poverty among many journalists, but to provide some context.

There is hypocrisy among some sectors that purport to advance the cause of ethical journalism. For many of the same bodies that moan the lack of ethics in media, many of the same groups that demand stringent standards of behavior among journalists, are strangely silent – even dismissive – of the very factors that fuel corruption within our ranks.

A journalist should not receive favors from sources. A journalist should pay his own way, buy his own coffee, and not partake of free lunches and free rides. Amen, I see nothing wrong with those proscriptions. But when a media entity that imposes these rules on its workers, fails to pay them on time, or worse, does not pay them at all, what is that but hypocrisy? And when the industry groups under which this media entity falls, say that they are not mandated to tackle economic issues – only ethics – this, too, is hypocrisy.

Jobs, but no income

The NUJP aims to publish a new fact-finding report on economic conditions in Philippine media. For now, let me cite a few findings:

At least one national daily delayed payment of correspondents’ fees for as long as nine months. Let me stress that many of these provincial correspondents provided the headlines on the front page for months on end.

Many dailies do not reimburse their correspondents’ travel and communications expense. When you are paid P100 to P150 a story, and have to spring for bus rides to isolated hamlets, not to mention the cost of fax transmission or email, how much is left for one’s living? When these dailies do pay up, a reporter is already heavily in debt.

A lot of broadcast stations, both within and outside the KBP fold, have a large stable of unpaid “talents” tasked to provide news coverage. Some broadcast stations have cut loose their affiliates, insisting that the local journalists fend for themselves in terms of ads and other revenue. If this is not a direct conflict of interest, then I do not know the meaning of the phrase.

You remember Polly Pobeda, the Lucena broadcaster slain last summer? I attended his wake. His colleagues were profuse with praise for his cheer despite several months’ delay in their salaries. They condemned Polly’s murder, and acknowledge the conditions they worked in… they just did not see that it reflected a crime almost a pernicious, a situation that was the equivalent of slow death. This state of affairs is replicated across the nation. You’ve heard this mocking line: “May trabaho ka na, naghahanap ka pa ng sweldo?” That’s not just a joke. That is the reality many journalists face daily.

Each journalist tries to muddle on as best he or she can. And muddle is exactly what we do.

Imagine this scene:

A journalist rails against “envelopmental journalism,” the practice of giving cash to guarantee positive news slants. The same journalist lambastes colleagues who moonlight as handlers for politicians and powerful corporate entities. His chief beef: they skim off part of the loot.

And imagine this scene:

A journalist complains against broadcast station management’s election-season, “no fee-no coverage” order, one that apparently includes legitimate news. Reporters’ hands are tied, he cries out. He claims his coverage duties include several that involve “under the table campaign fees” to the news director or the station general manager. That, too, is his biggest beef, the fact that bosses don’t “share the joy.”

These are not apocryphal tales. I personally listened to these plaints during two huddles with media practitioners in as many weeks.

Twice, too, I had to break in and clarify: Were they outraged over the fact that bribes were proffered and received, or were they outraged at losing their share of these bribes?

After a painful pause, both journalists acknowledged the latter and segued to laments over the economic injustices heaped on media practitioners. Other colleagues later pointed out that turning down envelops would mean being ostracized by peers.

Chicken-and-egg situation

These journalists were hardly hardened, unrepentant veterans. By their lights, they were idealistic and seeking help in changing the current realities of Philippine media.

In another part of the country, even more innocent journalists shared how they tried to keep to the straight and narrow. These two journalists also vented their ire against the “payola” system and said they routinely turned down envelops.

Then one said the almost non-existent pay in rural broadcast news reportage forced her to “moonlight” – though clearly this second job represented bread and butter. It wasn’t just any job. She was secretary to the city chief of police. Incidentally, she also covered the police beat.

Her other colleague had earlier apologized for being late. She, too, had gone hunting for a second job. She got it – as an analyst in the regional Army intelligence group. By the way, she covered defense and insurgency and civil unrest.

I asked both about the possibility of conflict of interest.

There was none, said the secretary to the police chief. If there was a controversy, she merely left colleagues to do the coverage and got herself out of the fray.

The military analyst, too, couldn’t see the irony. After all, she worked with classified documents so she would not be writing of these.

It would have been hilarious had it not underscored the grave ethical dilemmas faced by Filipino journalists today. The saddest thing is, all four journalists are NUJP members or applying for membership.

We are caught in a chicken-and-egg situation. Yes, many of us sincerely believe that poverty is no excuse for corruption. Yet more and more of us are increasingly bereft of wriggle room in escaping intense peer pressure to succumb to the easy way out, especially when the prize for courage and integrity in these isles comes in the form of a hail of bullets, a slew of libel suits, abduction, or harassment and incessant surveillance.

Let us think of this when we talk of press freedom. As the International Federation of Journalists (IFJ) notes, there can be no press freedom if journalists exist in conditions or corruption, poverty or fear.

Unfortunately for us in the NUJP, there is no way to neatly segregate these woes; they are all interrelated, each strengthening the other in laying siege on Philippine media.

We can yak and yak until we turn blue. Encounters like the ones mentioned above reduce me to silence, and prod me to examine premises and directions.

Ranks divided

True, poverty is no excuse for corruption. True, some of the most corrupt journalists may be the industry’s highest paid.

What pains most is this: That those among us who command respect by virtue of skill, integrity, brilliance have largely turned their backs on those who need most their help.

Fear pervades our daily coverage of the news, especially in the provinces where, traditionally, socio-economic inequities, injustice and human rights violations prevail.

But fear, too, is what every journalist confronts when called upon to fight for his or her economic rights. Workers in Bombo Tacloban had just formed a union when they found themselves out on the streets. In many newspapers and broadcast stations, journalists will tell you that the standard reply to requests for compensation or improved wages, is “di maghanap ka ng ibang amo.”

In varying degrees, similar stories are shared in newsrooms all over the country. Of course, there are community papers and broadcast stations that manage to survive, even thrive, while paying staff humane compensation. But these are exceptions, not the norm.

Do I have the answer to this dilemma? No. I simply do not know where to start unraveling this mess. We at the NUJP are focusing much energy and passion on these issues, and admittedly, are still groping in the dark.

And as we do, media faces a debate over the recent killings of journalists. Jun Pala, for one, continued to fan controversy with his death. In death, Pala – who used to say that journalists, leftist journalists anyway, were fair game for killing –succeeded in dividing the ranks of those who struggled against the mindset he perpetrated.

AMPATUAN NEWI understand the despair and anger over corruption and abuse in media. But there can be no justification for killing journalists, notwithstanding the considerable power – or the illusion of it – the press wields in this country. We start drawing lines, and we shall soon find ourselves hapless in the face of warring economic and political groups.

Let us not confuse the issues. Against the violence that stalks the Philippine press, we must be united.

If we want to rid the profession of corruption in its various forms, silence in the face of violence is not the answer. If anything, an atmosphere of fear can only make it easier to fall into the trap of corruption. Pala took the yak-yak route. Others would take the path of silence. Either way, that makes a mockery of this so-called “free” press.

No free ride

We want to clean Philippine media? Then, by all means, let us form pressure groups, from the workplaces, to regional and national levels, and seek the support of our main client, the public.

Face it, our major media organizations, all purporting to uphold the cause of ethics, have been one big boys’ club where corruption is concerned. When put to the test, and there have been many, we are too quick to cite professional courtesy, which we are all too quick to junk when faced with circulation or ratings battles.

Even now, print and broadcast journalists nationwide struggle to keep faith with professional ethics even as their employers – the same folk who regularly like to pontificate on ethics – issue election-related orders that clearly violate the Press’ mandate to serve the people’s right to know.

Many broadcast networks have imposed a blanket “no-fee-no-coverage” policy. As a result, only those candidates with deep pockets enjoy publicity. Reporters are banned from covering and reporting on candidates who do not pay fees, either on a piecemeal basis or per campaign package.

At the same time, those spared these constraints find themselves deluged by all sorts of offers that, directly or indirectly, act as bribes and sweeteners.

NUJP members themselves have direct experience with this kind of blandishments. We were recently approached with a Malacañang offer to submit the names of our children – including new college graduates – for inclusion into the list of beneficiaries of the government’s education aid program. There is nothing wrong with journalists’ offspring availing of government aid. But the circumstances, a rush offer towards the homestretch of the election campaign, and the lack of clear guidelines naturally raised suspicion of a PR move at the expense of taxpayers. Why, in the first place, would graduates qualify for educational aid? Where, in the education aid program, does the government offer to shoulder living allowances for graduates during their job-hunting phase? The offer was coached in a way that seemed all takers would be approved.

There’s no such thing as a free ride. Ethical, courageous journalism is not a godsend from heaven. You fight for it daily in the newsroom, on the beat. Nor will our economic due fall like manna from heaven. For this, too, we shall have to slug it out.

We cannot stand aloof on some high ground and take pride in our righteousness, and sniff when muck and gore flood the lowlands. That is not struggle; that is escapism. Down, where the currents rage, is where the battle field lies. The only way to teach others the art of resistance is by wading through the mud and reaching out to some rather grubby hands.

Let us not forget, we are workers. Manggagawa. We allow ourselves to be treated like peons, we shall soon be thinking like peons. We’ll stand silent while our masters dance on our graves. Posted by Bulatlat.com


The Ampatuan Massacre: BECAUSE THEY COULD (Impunity in the Philippines)

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keep the story alive“THE KILLERS WANT YOU TO FORGET. #KeepTheStoryAlive.”

The joint by the International Federation of Journalists (IFJ) and the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines (NUJP) have come out with a report.

The joint mission was among the activities undertaken in November 2014 by media groups as the Philippines commemorated the fifth anniversary of the Ampatuan Massacre, the world’s single most deadly attack on journalists.

The introduction to the report gives a stark summary of the massacre and a capsule analysis of why it happened:

On November 23, 2009, the Philippines showed to the world in the most horrific way what impunity looks like.

The slaughter of 58 people – including 32 journalists – in an “unprecedented act of political violence” in Southern Mindanao was, and is, the single biggest killing of media workers in history. The scene described by journalist Nonoy Espina was that of a “cake of death”; bodies and vehicles piled and squashed into crude mass graves.

The horrifying massacre in Maguindanao shocked and sickened the world. How could this supposedly strong Asian democracy with such a vibrant and robust press play host to an audacious and brutal bloodbath of this scale? How could the killers think that no-one would notice; that life could continue on, business as usual?

The fact is they did. And they did because that was the way it had come to be in the Philippines.

You can read the full report HERE.

(DISCLOSURE: I wrote Chapter 5 of the report. I chaired the NUJP from 2004-2006 and remain a member of the organisation.)

On the cover: The National Union of Journalists of the Philippines created an art installation at the Bantayog ng Bayani in Quezon City to commemorate the fifth anniversary of the Ampatuan Massacre – the largest mass murder of journalists in history. The “Monument to the Heroes” is a landscaped memorial centre honouring individuals who lived and died in defiance of the repressive regime that ruled over the Philippines from 1972 to 1986. The installation re-created the massacre of November 23, 2009, in Maguindanao in Southern Philippines, which saw 58 people killed, including 32 journalists. The body figures were crafted from newspapers and re-create the image that ran on the front page of a newspaper the day after the massacre. Leeroy New, an artist, helped visualise the crime scene. He said: “Our use of newspapers to re-enact the crime scene is in fact a direct reference to how the issue is slowly disappearing. And how the material – the newspaper as a material – is a very transient material. And it’s also a direct reference to the victims – the journalists who were killed.” The agency behind the idea was BBDO Guerrero which provides the NUJP with pro bono support for its ongoing campaigns against journalist killings and impunity."

On the cover:
The National Union of Journalists of the Philippines created an
art installation at the Bantayog ng Bayani in Quezon City to commemorate the fifth anniversary of the Ampatuan Massacre – the largest mass murder of journalists in history.
The “Monument to the Heroes” is a landscaped memorial centre honouring individuals who lived and died in defiance of the repressive regime that ruled over the Philippines from 1972 to 1986.
The installation re-created the massacre of November 23, 2009, in Maguindanao in Southern Philippines, which saw 58 people killed, including 32 journalists. The body figures were crafted from newspapers and re-create the image that ran on the front page of a newspaper the day after the massacre.
Leeroy New, an artist, helped visualise the crime scene. He said: “Our use of newspapers to re-enact the crime scene is in fact a direct reference to how the issue is slowly disappearing. And how the material – the newspaper as a material – is a very transient material. And it’s also a direct reference to the victims – the journalists who were killed.”
The agency behind the idea was BBDO Guerrero which provides the NUJP with pro bono support for its ongoing campaigns against journalist killings and impunity.”


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