08 October 2009

ShelterBox. Australia, You Light Up My Life!

LOS BAÑOS, LAGUNA – After a disaster, ShelterBox gathers people, shelters, warms, comforts and lends them dignity and, surprise: It glows? From out of that green box has come this gray domed tent, and here it glows in this beautiful, cloudy afternoon at 1628 hours of Tuesday, 06 October above Tadlac Lake, near the University of the Philippines Los Baños, below legendary Mount Makiling and above historic Laguna Bay some 50 km south of humbled Manila in the Philippines. They have been distressed by the fury of Ketsana. Yellow for hope. Thank God for the green ShelterBox!

Inside the domed tent, wrapped around that glow, you can also see the soft glow in the faces of the women, the glow of hope, the glow of renewed enthusiasm for life. The light. Isn’t it enough to fill everyone’s heart? I'm a stranger here, and it certainly fills mine.

Now then, further thinking out of the box, I would like international star Charice of the Philippines with her gift of song to sing for the refugees of all countries gifted with their own ShelterBoxes:

You Light Up My Life
(Whitney Houston)

So many nights I sit by my window
Waiting for someone to sing me his song
So many dreams I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark but now you’ve come along.


And you light up my life
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my nights with song.


Rollin’ at sea, adrift on the water
Could it be finally I’m turning for home?
And finally, a chance to say, ‘Hey, I love you.’
Never again to be all alone.


‘Cause you, you light up my life
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights
Fill my nights with song, with song.


You give me hope to carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song.


It can’t be wrong, when it feels so right
‘Cause you, you light up my life.
My life, my life, my life, oh!


So now, ShelterBox has a theme song, as it were. In any case, in a ShelterBox tent, if you were a disaster victim, I am sure you will feel like singing, beyond smiling.

A ShelterBox is designed for rapid response. I have a rapid response to a scene myself; as my own photographer, I simply look, look, look and just click, click, click. I did not plan this photograph you see here; it was in fact the 23rd to the last of the 399 images I took Tuesday, 06 October, starting at 1300 hours in the Philippines, no flash - I shot it P (Programmable) with my Canon PowerShot A540, digital, 6 MP. They don’t make cameras like they used to anymore, but the amateur in me likes the ease of handling the A540; and no, I don’t like firing-squad shots either. Did I compose the scene? Yes, on the fly - that's what you get from experience; I learned to love amateur photography 34 years ago and, with inexpensive digital cameras, the love exists - I learned to love writing 42 years ago and, with the advent of the inexpensive personal computer and the Internet, the love persists. One of the great camera lessons to me (from the genius of the one and only Mao Chanco) was to move angle to angle and take shot after shot, and I do that until my fingers hurt. I have a candid camera; I insist on the candid shot. I don’t ask people to pose for posterity, much less ask them to smile. The smiles you see are from the heart; the women are savoring their first few minutes inside a gift package that came out of that green box, a ShelterBox from Australia. Their faces light up.

But why does my photograph show only women? On one hand, they just happened to be the first to be there and I just happened to be there when they were. On the other hand, I think the presence of women first in a ShelterBox tent suggests that the concerns of women should be the priority in a disaster, after rescue - and ShelterBox is perfect for them, as it provides them tools and utensils for cooking, and takes care of other immediate women concerns: for the family to sleep without being bothered by mosquitoes, or cold weather; for the family to enjoy safe if not fresh water; for the family to keep the rain out if they have to leave the tent; for the family of 10 to gather and sleep together and feel safe in one snug place. Family is important, very important. Thank God for women!

ShelterBox is a Rotary Club Global Project (see shelterbox.org) that began in the mind of Tom Henderson of the Rotary Club of Helston-Lizard in Cornwall in the UK. The box is a treasure chest; this one I saw in Tadlac came with cooking pans, spoons, bowls, mugs, water storage containers, mosquito nets, raincoats, tools, thermal blankets, and a children’s pack (crayons, colored pencils, notebook, a reading book, ruler and triangle), all in their proper bags. ShelterBox assures us that every item is durable, practical, and brand new. Except for food, ShelterBox can help a family survive for at least 6 months (ShelterBox Denmark, blogovate.typepad.com). In other boxes, depending on request, you get a multi-fuel cooking stove that can burn anything from diesel to old paint. The water storage containers are for keeping a good supply of safe drinking water, contaminated water being an imminent danger after a natural disaster. Health is important, very important.

They brought the ShelterBoxes to Tadlac: Peter Pearce, of the ShelterBox Response Team, SRT Australia. Lizzy Treglown, SRT UK. They were dispatched to the Philippines immediately after Super Typhoon Ketsana (Ondoy for Pinoys), and before the threat of Super Typhoon Parma. They were horrified by what they saw. Lizzy was quoted as saying (ShelterBox Denmark):

The conditions here are appalling; the evacuation centers are overflowing and it’s very tough. Much more rain is expected and is going to make things worse. (And yet) people are still smiling, gracious and hospitable despite the terrible situation. There’s a huge need for our ShelterBoxes and over the next few days we’ll continue to do the most for the most.’

That's Filipinos for you. Even while we are hurting, we can turn a national disaster into an international joke.

In Tadlac, with Peter and Lizzy were Jen Kormendy, SRT Canada, and Kim Kim, SRT USA - he was the one instructing the locals how to set up a tent; those boys will have to do the next tent, and the next, and the next. They set up 5 tents that afternoon. And here's another insight - I love it that you can't set up a tent alone; you need a team. The ShelterBox not only quickly builds a home; it also quickly builds a family of survivors who are sure to think, if not tell each other, right from the beginning, 'We are all in this together.'

The SRTs are working closely with fellow Rotarians in victim countries. So, in Tadlac, around to lend a helping hand and a smile were the locals of Rotary International District 3820: Chit Lijauco, District Governor. Geoff McLennan, Past DG. Mike Lirio, Past DG. Bobby Bautista, President of the Rotary Club of Los Baños, 2009-2010. Binoy Flores, Asst Sec. Danny Mercado, Past President. Gil Fernandez, Past President. Pat Santos, Past President. Romy Quintana, Past President. By the time of the coming and setting up of the tents, when I was invited, those guys had already decided on the Tadlac families to receive ShelterBoxes.

If you're coming from Manila, Los Baños is next to the City of Calamba; the ShelterBox relief area is in Tadlac, right next to Tadlac Lake, which lies between Los Baños and Calamba. ‘The need exists,’ says ShelterBox, ‘and the need persists throughout the world.’ Disaster knows no territorial boundaries; relief knows no territorial limits. ShelterBox deserves boundless thanks. Help is important, very important.

Another way of looking at it is that each ShelterBox is a Good Samaritan. The Good Samaritans do what they can to help, loving God as much as they can, and their neighbor as much as they do love themselves (Luke 10: 25-37). But who is the neighbor to the neighbor? Jesus asked the lawyer. And the lawyer answered, 'The one who showed mercy.' So Jesus said, 'Go and do likewise' (Luke 10: 37 NRSV).

Today, if you travel anywhere in the Philippines, you will probably meet disaster; not yours but theirs. After Super Typhoon Ketsana (Pinoy name Ondoy), the Philippines suffered one of the worst geographical calamities it has ever encountered, where millions of dollars of property were destroyed, hundreds of lives lost, and hundreds of thousands of families shattered. It is 2 weeks after Ketsana (see also my ‘Ketsana Madness. Marikina? A river runs through it,’ americanchronicle.com); if your home is underwater, or has been swept away by the raging overflow from a river or by a flashflood, you will appreciate that a ShelterBox is a godsend, a gift from heaven, and since it comes quickly, a gift outright. You can rest assured. The tent is custom-made by Vango, one of the world’s leading tent makers; it can withstand extreme temperatures, heavy winds and rains. It’s a survival box in itself, and it's easy to set up. ShelterBox the organization is now an international disaster relief charity, and its ethos is, ‘Keep it simple. Do it now.’

Thank God for Tom Henderson, who first thought of coming up with a ShelterBox (ShelterBox Shelter Report 2009); he narrates:

The idea crystallized in 1999 whilst (I was) watching a news report of yet another natural disaster and seeing loaves of bread being unceremoniously and unnecessarily thrown from the back of a truck. It struck me as an undignified way to support these people. I thought about my own family and what we would need in that situation. I asked myself why, when you’ve lost your home, should you lose your dignity as well?

And with that, Tom had an insight:

There seemed to be a void in emergency shelter provision. Medicine and food were always a priority, but what about protection from the elements? Without it, chances of survival plummet. So I developed this immediate home in a box.

With Tom's ingenuity and pluck, ShelterBox was launched in April 2000 and Tom's Rotary Club of Helston-Lizard in Cornwall adopted it as its millennium project. The very first shipment, 143 boxes, went to the earthquake victims of Gujarat State in India in January 2001 (ShelterBox.org).

On 30 September 2009, ShelterBoxes headed for Manila. The ShelterBoxes that went to Tadlac came from Down Under. In February 2009, ShelterBox Australia raised its 5,000th box; today, it continues to actively recruit SRT members and send them to the field following devastated homes and downgraded hopes.

ShelterBox's core partner is Rotary International. Business figures and leaders in their places, Rotarians are able to calculate the magnitude of a disaster, advise ShelterBox what has happened, pinpoint where the worst damage has occurred, and determine what help is necessary. They can also get the SRTs and ShelterBoxes into the country quickly, gently avoiding red tape, and taking good care of the SRT members, who are volunteers.

Along with Tom Henderson's oral advocacy must come dollar advocacy, by many thousands of donors who make ShelterBox physically possible. ShelterBox spends as much as 92% of its income directly for those in need, and they are legion. They need more donors. You can donate if you have the heart of a neighbor and the pocket of a Good Samaritan. The cost of a complete ShelterBox is Au $1,200, or UK £490, or US $1,000, including delivery. If you think of the lives rescued and hopes saved, that's peanuts.

ShelterBox's HQ is in Cornwall; today, it has 9 affiliates: ShelterBox Australia, ShelterBox Canada, ShelterBox Denmark, ShelterBox France, ShelterBox Germany, ShelterBox Japan (the newest), ShelterBox New Zealand, ShelterBox Switzerland, and ShelterBox USA.

Here are the ShelterBox HQ & affiliates (dates formed) & available websites / email addresses:
UK (HQ launched 2000): info@shelterbox.org
USA (formed March 2002): info@shelterboxusa.org
Australia (June 2003): info@shelterboxaustralia.org.au
Canada (Dec 2003): info@shelterbox.ca
Germany (July 2006): http://www.shelterbox.de/ (can't find email)
New Zealand (November 2006): info@shelterbox.org.nz
Denmark (May 2007): shelterbox@shelterbox.dk
France (August 2008): info@shelterboxfrance.org
Switzerland (January 2009): http://www.shelterbox.ch/ (can't find email)
Japan (2009): (can't find website, email).

Since 2001, ShelterBoxes have been sent to more than 80 catastrophes in more than 50 countries. In 2008 alone, nearly 12,000 boxes went to disaster areas, double the number of 2007. As of 2100 hours Wednesday, 07 October 2009, the website count of boxes is 54,550; as of January 2009, there have been more than 700,000 disaster victims directly aided with ShelterBoxes.

Every ShelterBox has its own unique number, so you can check online where your personal box has gone to whom in which country. If you donate and send your mailing address as well, you will be sent a tax-deductible receipt, with the number of the box your donation went to. So, as the giver, you can relate to the receiver of your gift. As in, 'It's an amazing feeling,' says David Glover of ShelterBox, 'to see photos of the very boxes we'd paid for, arriving in Bangladesh.' Saving lives.

The ShelterBox is a modern magic box, believe it or not. The staff of the international relief agency Feed the Children have called the ShelterBox 'the best disaster relief tool they have seen in their 20 years of experience' (shelterboxusa.org). It is a box that gathers people, shelters, warms, comforts and lends them dignity - and it glows in hope. Now we know that the ShelterBox has a price tag; now we know that it is also priceless.

17 September 2009

Who, me? 17 September birthdays & celebrations

LOS BAÑOS, LAGUNA – When I celebrate, it's a big one, as big as a whole town. Let's board the boat and let's party! With love, let me celebrate with those who were born 17 September, and they are legion. At 69, I am of course an old UP Los Baños sentimental fool, so I'll start right there.
17 September 2009, today is the 8th in the series of what is called the Bañamos Festival, which started 2002, packaged as the 'Hot Spring Baths Festival of Los Baños' (losbanosweb.com). Today, the town celebrates its 395th Foundation Day. Yesterday, the town was called 'Mainit' because of the hot springs emanating from Mt Makiling, a dormant volcano the foot of which was a few meters away. The place was part of Bay, Laguna. Francis was here; the Franciscan friars were fascinated with the hot baths and in 1589, Fr Pedro Bautista set up public baths and renamed the place 'Los Baños' (The Baths). But it wasn't until 17 September 1615 when the overseer Luis Villa gave authority to the Franciscans to govern Los Baños as a town separate from Bay (laguna.net).

To help celebrate the day, I offer these thoughts as my birthday gift to the people of Los Baños, our town:

'Bañamos' is Spanish, easily meaning 'let's take a bath' or 'let's take a dip'. Sorry to disappoint the tourists, but Los Baños no longer has many hot spring baths – they're a few kilometers away, mostly in Pansol in Calamba City, probably the 'Hot Spring Capital of the Philippines' – I suspect that Pansol used to be part of my 2nd favorite town.

A little Web surfing and I find that 'bañar' means 'to bathe, dip, imbrue, wash, suffuse' (translate.google.com). Talk about Thesaurus.

Talk about knowledge. Today, you will find in this little town internationally recognized institutions: the University of the Philippines Los Baños (UPLB), the Southeast Asia Regional Center for Graduate Study and Research in Agriculture (SEARCA) , the Philippine Council for Agriculture, Forestry and Natural Resources Research and Development (PCARRD), and the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI). Comprising UP Los Baños are several colleges, where you can take up courses in the arts of communication and theatre, in the sciences of plants and animals, including biotechnology and computer science. UPLB, IRRI, PCARRD, SEARCA – mainly, they are the ones who have made Los Baños a University Town. Recently were added the UP Open University and the Asean Center for Biodiversity. Along with all that and on top, Mt Makiling, the town has been declared by law as a Special Science & Nature City. Talk about Science and Nature. On campus is the site of the most successful – zero casualties – POW rescue in history staged by American soldiers and Filipino guerrillas in 1945. Talk about Prestige, talk about History.

So I say, Los Baños has the evocative name, the very rich essence of a tourist spot, if not the hot baths themselves; so I suggest they develop it like this, a come-one, come-on:

'Bañamos!'

Which is an invitation, and then market it – no longer as a hot spring festival, because it never was – but as a personal day to bathe, dip, imbrue, wash, suffuse oneself with the waters of the arts, the sciences and the rich history of Los Baños. Bonus to the trip: The airwash of Mt Makiling, whose vegetation and wildlife population make up the only surviving forest within reach of Metro Manila. Talk about Packaging.

Come 17 September every year, apart from me, how can I forget not to mention first the town of Los Baños where I obtained my BS Agriculture; where I overstayed at the College of Agriculture, finishing a 4-year course in 5-1/2 years, nothing to be proud of; graduating with a weighted average of 2.36 pt, something to be proud of; where at its campus I worked for about 15 years and stayed around for another 15. I have fond memories of UP Los Baños; for one, I met a girl I fell in love with at first sight, and she became my wife.

And when this day comes around, I'm the only one who can tell this joke with a straight face:

Every year when my birthday comes around, a whole town celebrates!

In fact, 17 September is historical and memorable in many ways, in people, places and events. I want to talk about them and annotate them, you will see why, not unlike when Jose Rizal annotated Antonio Morga's Sucesos De Las Islas Filipinas – and in so doing, he tried to bring out the best in the Filipinos, and what were best for them.

Historically, there was the signing of the US Constitution on 17 September, 55 delegates attending, from 12 states. It created 3 separate, co-equal branches of government: legislative, executive, judicial. I see it as very funny, because it is the President who appoints the judges, up to the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, who is by Constitutional theory his equal! That is to say, the Yankees contradict themselves, and their Constitution makes sure that they do. Well, the Yankees aren't perfect. Legislative: Why are they still making laws after all these years; when will they stop spending billions of dollars minting laws? And we Filipinos copy their truth, justice, and their American way!

And here are 33 of the many 17 September birthday celebrants, with my notes. Alphabetically now:

(1). Anne Bancroft. American actress, she won these awards: Tony (stage), Emmy (singing), and Oscar (film). She was associated with method acting. She wrote and directed Fatso, which failed at the box office. Win some, lose some. She was 4 years old when she began taking acting and dancing lessons (Lycos Retriever). She was married to Mel Brooks for more than 40 years. A marriage made in celluloid heaven. Marriage is forever.

(2). Warren Burger. Supreme Court Chief Justice. He voted with the majority 'to recognize a broad right to privacy that prohibited states from banning abortions before the point of viability' (Wikipedia). Bad. That was the Roe vs Wade decision (1973). However, Burger abandoned Roe vs Wade in the case of Thomburgh vs American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. Good. 'He was unable to work well with his colleagues' (Wikipedia). Bad. Reminds me of somebody I've known for the last 69 years.

(3). David Dunbar Buick. A pioneer American automaker, engineer and inventor, he designed and built a car in his workshop and in 1902 founded the Buick Manufacturing Company; his overhead-valve engines were the most powerful and reliable at that time. He wanted each car to be 'perfectly crafted (and) precision-built' – he was 'a gifted designer but a poor businessman' (nndb.com). Sounds familiar.

(4). John Cartwright. 'Father of Reform' of British politics, who in 1780 started advocating reforms such as annual parliaments and universal suffrage (Marjorie Bloy, historyhome.co.uk). That's why I would like a parliamentary system in the Philippines. Annual parliaments discourage corruption and political dynasties – those who practice inbreeding, a no-no in science.

(5). Charles Tomlinson Griffes. He is the most famous American musical impressionist; 'his music reflected his eclecticism, as it revealed first German, then French and Oriental influences before becoming more abstract' (Aryeh Oron, bach-cantatas.com). If you want to be the best, first you have to borrow, to imitate, to be influenced by the masters. (See also my 'Unggoy, Ka Freddie,' americanchronicle.com).

(6). Sir Francis Charles Chichester. A myopic son of 'an unloving' Anglican clergyman, he was eventually knighted by Queen Elizabeth II for being the first to sail singlehandedly around the world by the clipper route, as well as the fastest circumnavigator (Wikipedia). He did it with his yacht Gipsy Moth IV, solo, with a solo port of call, Sydney; it was 1967, and he was 65. Years earlier, in 1958, he had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer; undaunted, his wife-to-be Sheila put him on a strict vegetarian diet, and his cancer went into remission. Plucky in life, lucky in love.

(7). Dolores Costello. A 'delicately beautiful blonde-haired actress' (mother of John Drew and grandmother of Drew Barrymore), she achieved her greatest success during the silent era of the movies, becoming 'The Goddess of the Silver Screen' (Wikipedia). She spent the last years of her life on her avocado farm, Fallbrook Ranch (imdb.com), which was outside San Diego (Tammy Stone, things-and-other-stuff.com). Stone writes, 'It is said that her face was badly damaged and wrinkly in her later years, but that almost magically transformed into her beautiful, youthful self every time she talked about John.' What had John said of her when they first met? Encyclopedia.com: 'I just laid eyes upon the most preposterously lovely creature in all the world.' Ah, love! Love makes the world go lovely. May you be in love all the days of your life.

(8). Francois De La Rochefoucauld. French writer and wit. Some quotes:

A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.
Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy those are who already possess it.
Few things are impracticable in themselves, and it is for want of application, rather than of means, that men fail to succeed.
Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.
Many people despise wealth, but few know how to give it away.
Small minds are much distressed by little things. Great minds see them all but are not upset by them.
The pleasure of love is in loving.

(9). Francisco De Quevedo. Spanish poet, satirist, novelist and wit. In his best known novel, La Vida Del Buscon, 'he sought to entertain, to ridicule, and to hold up fraud and dishonesty to scorn' (bookrags.com). With his humor, he became the scourge of doctors, judges, bankers, barbers, poets, women, bores. Sample quote: 'In short, not only are things not what they seem, they are not even what they are called!' (nutquote.com).

(10). Jennifer Dickson. Canadian photographer, artist whose 'lasting legacy is likely to be the body of work she has been producing since 1980, depicting gardens as set-aside places, as sacred places' (Maureen Korp, 1997, books.google.com). She reminds us that that is why there was a Garden of Eden.

(11). Hans Freudenthal. Dutch mathematician, the one who single-handedly prevented Netherlands from travelling the worldwide path called 'new math' (Wikipedia). The Freudenthal path to math education is 'based on problems taken from day-to-day experiences rather than on abstract math rules' that later proved to be 'unsuitable for most students' (if.uu.nl). I can appreciate that; excellent writing deals with common experiences seen with uncommon eyes expressed in extraordinary terms. Math is critical thinking or logical thinking, which of course is useful. But I myself find creative thinking extremely useful – and enjoyable and, yes, even when I'm teaching, I learn more when I'm enjoying what I'm doing.

(12). Chaim Herzog. Diplomat, soldier, scholar, politician, journalist, lawyer and legislator, became President of Israel in 1983. When he was Israel's Ambassador to the UN, 'he denounced the UN's infamous resolution equating Zionism as racism' (jafi.org.il). That was an oversimplification.

(13). Damon Graham Devereux Hill. 'One of the persistent drivers in Formula One history,' he became world champion; he is the son of 2-time World Champion Graham Hill (ndtv.f1.pulse.com). Persistent and consistent, he had 22 wins and 1 championship, 1996 (talkf1.co.uk). Quote: 'I am very much aware that if I am getting good press at the moment, I could just as easily be getting bad press. I cannot have the good and forget the bad. You have to accept it both ways.' Frank A Hilario cannot accept bad press; he has to fight it – by being good.

(14). Phil Jackson. The winningest playoff coach in NBA history, with 9 NBA titles (6 Chicago Bulls and 3 LA Lakers), with a 0.725 playoff winning percentage the highest in history (nba.com). In one coaches' meeting, Jackson shared what his own coach when he played the New York Knicks, Red Holzman, had shared: 'It wasn't about how great a star was himself. It was about how great he made the players around him' (Adam Fluck, 27 August 2009, nba.com). He earned the nickname 'Zen Master' and had unorthodox coaching techniques (nba.com):

Jackson has remained remarkably consistent – self-possessed, focused and confident. These defining qualities have been put to best use in his role as coach. Firm but not severe, Jackson neither babies nor bullies his players. Instead, he gives them the opportunity to learn for themselves how to succeed, and a structure in which they can win as a team.

Without a team, it's a lonely battle all the time. Ask me about it!

(15). Samuel Johnson. Lexicographer. He loved making love and drinking. But, writes Christopher Howse (12 September 2009, telegraph.co.uk):

Johnson chose to spend long periods without drinking because he tended to drink too much. Modern audiences are disappointed by his parallel abstinence from sexual relations outside of marriage. What to him was hard-won virtue commanded by Christianity is, in a Hollywood view of life, a fault.

Thank God, I'm not one of the modern audiences!

Samuel Johnson is the most quoted English writer, next to William Shakespeare; the latter part of the 18th century is often referred to as the Age of Johnson (James E Kiefer, justus.anglican.com). In his youth, 'he developed a fondness for disputation, and often, as he admits, chose the wrong side of the debate because it would be more challenging.'

Take it from me: If you challenge yourself all the time, you'll never be bored – and you'll never be boring! When I write, I challenge myself searching for other ways to say it, or come up with an entirely different view of it. That is why you will be hard put to put two essays of mine side by side and say they are written with exactly the same formula or format.

Samuel Johnson entered but left Oxford when his family ran out of money. Then:

He wrote a short poem, 'The Young Author,' dealing with the dreams of greatness of someone just starting to write, and the almost certain destruction of those dreams. The moral is: 'Do not let yourself hope for much, and you will be the less disappointed.'

That was true in the era of the Dictatorship of the Press, in the in/human form of the Editor in Chief. With the invention of the free website, the blog, the unpublished writers have their revenge – they can now publish themselves. I wrote about this in 2006, in 'The Messiah Phenomenon' (americanchronicle.com).

Out of Oxford, with no hope of the academic career for which his native talents suited him, Johnson sank for 2 years into a deep depression, a despair and inability to act, wherein, as he later told a friend, he could stare at the town clock and not be able to tell what time it was. He feared that he was falling into insanity, and considered suicide.

I know how that feels, except that part about considering suicide. I went into depression myself for many years, more than 40 years ago; at one point I almost lost my mind – Dr Vitug saved me from myself. On my birthday, I begged God to remove this thorn from my flesh as a birthday gift, but he said No. Years later, I acknowledged my weaknesses, and that was when God took good care of me. I had an epiphany. Now I have learned how to count my blessings – what I can see, and what I can't.

About trust in God, should a man try to deceive himself into thinking that he feels it, to feel trust by sheer will power? Johnson said that a man 'ought to behave as if he did trust God, and that means obeying God.' He said:

This constant and devout practice is both the effect, and cause, of confidence in God. Trust in God is to be obtained only by repentance, obedience, and supplication, not by nourishing in our hearts a confused idea of the goodness of God, or a firm persuasion that we are in a state of grace.

The Bible says: 'Faith without works is dead!'

(16). Edward William Lane. English scholar. The Edward William Lane Arabic-English Lexicon is regarded as the best in the world (studyquran.co.uk). 'His personal character was elevated and pure, his strong sense of religious and moral duty being of the type that characterized the best circles of English evangelicalism in the early part of the 19th century.' Maybe so, but I don't like what he did with the original of the story of 'Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves' – he translated the magic words not as 'Open, Sesame!' but as 'Open, Simsim!' I grew up with 'Open, Sesame!' and I can't just let go of that. 'Simsim' is the Arabic word; Lane should have given us the English word 'Sesame' – the 'magic' sound is important. The sound of 'Simsim' is without power. So much for translations.

(17). Jeffrey Kenneth MacNelly. Political cartoonist, 3-time Pulitzer-prize winner. Dave Barry says of him, 'He could see what was funny, and he could draw it so that you could see it too. I doubt there has ever been a cartoonist who combined so much artistic talent ... with such a wonderful sense of humor' (suite101.com). As a writer, I often try to see what is funny, and tell the story so that you can see it too. Failure to be funny should not be for want of trying.

(18). Marquis De Condorcet. French enlightenment philosopher. According to George Dvorsky (sentientdevelopments.com):

Condorcet advocated for a liberal economy, free and equal public education and constitutionalism. He also advocated for the primary of reason as the way to liberate humanity from the church, authoritarianism, and nature. ¶ He was a brilliant mathematician and political scientist; he forged the two disciplines together and became the first person in history to effectively use mathematical principles to study social science.

I say: A liberal economy is only for the liberals! I say No to free education as it encourages the job mentality: Go get an education, then go look for a job. Employment education is at the expense of entrepreneurship, of self-reliance. And: Liberating humanity from the church is the height of man's conceit.

Right now, they're using mathematics to study society – in the Philippines, they call it Pulse Asia or Social Weather Stations. So why doesn't the President simply eliminate the entire presidential cabinet and put on call Pulse Asia and/or Social Weather Stations before GMA makes a decision to get on with the affairs of the State? That goes with Congress; that goes with the Supreme Court. Society can be measured in statistical terms – if you want to limit the measurement.

(19). John Willard Marriott. Highly successful hotel magnate, who considered his associates 'the secret of his company's success' (marriott.com). He constantly reminded his managers: 'Take care of your employees and they'll take care of your customers.' Francis Laurel of YKK Philippines told me his grandfather, President Jose P Laurel had only one advice to his son, Francis' father, when he went into business years ago: 'Take good care of your people.'

(20). Roddy McDowall. British actor and photographer, he was 'much loved by old and new stars alike' in Hollywood; he was famous 'for his kindness, generosity and loyalty' so that 'friends could tell McDowall any secret and be sure of its safety' (Hal Erickson, amctv.com). Would you like to try me with your secrets?

(21). Cardinal Joseph Caspar Mezzofanti. He was master of 50 languages. He is the one who told a traveler from Holland (how-to-learn-any-language.com):

Sir, when first the day my eyes were cast upon your beautiful address, I was quite enraptured by your great kindness. It so raised up my mind and heart, that, although master of fifty languages, my tongue remained speechless – But lest I should seem an ingrate, I beg you just to read my heart.

The language of the tongue is not as important as the language of the heart.

(22). Stirling Moss. He is considered 'the greatest driver never to win the title' (Formula 1) (Alan Baldwin, published in stirlingmoss.com). He lost the 1958 title to Mike Hawthorn after he asked that his rival be reinstated and 'gave evidence on Mike's behalf and said no way should he have been disqualified.' Winning is everything – to the real winner.

(23). Frank O'Connor. Irish-American short-story writer who wrote differently – that is, creatively – he wanted his individual expression within a traditional sense of his community. He lamented that 'the short story remains by its very nature remote from the community – romantic, individualistic' (frankoconnor.ucc.ie). Most short story writers write for their friends, or for themselves only.

(24). Samuel Prout, English water-color painter. When he went to London in 1803 (1911encyclopedia.org):

A new scene of activity opened up before Prout. He now endeavored to correct and improve his style by the study of the works of the rising school of landscape. To gain a living he painted marine species for Paiser the printseller, received pupils, and published many drawing books for learners.

To gain a living – the artist must eat. To gain respect – the artist himself must study to become better.

(25). John Ritter. Actor and comic, he landed the role of Jack Tripper in the comedy series Three's Company and made it a hit. This was about 3 attractive girls who shared an apartment and 'fell in love with the goofy and accident-prone boy next door' (biography.com). Andy Meisler said of John's secret (nytimes.com):

Fred Astaire had it. Cary Grant had it. It is that rarest of on-screen attributes: the ability to break new ground, to grow artistically, while appearing to the public as effortlessly entertaining.

'To break new ground, to grow artistically' is to explore, to experiment, to be creative. I always do that; anybody can do that. 'While appearing to the public as effortlessly entertaining' is the tricky part, as the best writing is the hardest thing to do: you have to review, revise, reconsider, reorganize, restructure 5 times or more. I always do.

(26). Rita Rudner. Stand-up comic, 'known for her hilarious wit and clever, quotable one-liners (pbs.org): 'I know I want to have children while my parents are still young enough to take care of them.' 'I love being married – it's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.' Las Vegas Online Entertainment Guide says, 'Rita Rudner has a secret weapon – a lethal wit wrapped up in a soft-spoken delivery – and she knows how to use it' (lvol.com). I do a Rita Rudner once in a while, so watch out.

(27). Albertine Sarrazin. Born in Algiers, adopted by French parents, a novelist; her troubled early life 'led her into teenage rebellion and delinquency' (answers.com). She spent 9 years in prison and had 2 years of literary celebrity before her early death. Her first novel is about flight from prison; her second is about life in prison and planned escapes. Her 3rd novel is about 'not being in prison, a subject she found harder to handle.' She can't handle freedom; she's confined to rules. Rules are made for managers, not artists.

(28). Owen Seaman. Poet and Editor, Punch. Here are 2 stanzas from his poem, 'Pro Patria' (english.emory.edu):

And we, whose burden is to watch and wait –
High-hearted ever, strong in faith and prayer,
We ask what offering we may consecrate,
What humble service share.


I say: If it's not humble, it's not service, it's not shared.

To steel our souls against the lust of ease;
To find our welfare in the common good;
To hold together, merging all degrees
In one wide brotherhood.


'To find our welfare in the common good' – unfortunately, we always try 'to find our welfare' and stop short of 'the common good.' Our brotherhood is indeed wide – as wide as our mouth. :)

(29). Bryan Singer. American 'sci-fi mega-director' who so loves his sci-fi genre he is starting his own sci-fi web series (Meredith Woerner, io9.com). He 'has built his reputation on making films that are essentially lengthy, verbally dexterous flirtations with the darker side of human nature' (Rebecca Flint Marx, moviefone.com).

Frank A Hilario: 'For I so love the word that I give my begotten blog, so that all who may believe in it shall have a lasting laugh or two.'

I also write lengthily; sometimes I also verbally and dexterously flirt with human nature, but never the darker side. I always wear rose-colored glasses, that's why.

Otherwise, let me just say I'm both a sentimental and an experimental fool. And I won't stop – I enjoy what I'm doing.

(30). Ben Turpin. American comic, was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. Curiously, his birthdate given is usually 17 September, 'but various years ranging from 1869 to 1874 are listed in various sources and claimed by Turpin himself at various times' (knowledgerush.com). Kindred spirits, I say. I have 2 birthdays myself, 11 November 1939 and 17 September 1940, and I claim one or the other depending on who wants to know? The first one my father Lakay Disiong gave me officially; the second one my mother Baket Satur gave me truly. My father delivered an affidavit to Mrs Bautista that I was older than I was so that I would qualify to enter her Grade 1 class. My mother delivered me.

(31). Virgilio Barco Vargas. As President of Colombia, he tried to reason with the guerrillas. 'For 3 decades, rebels of various left-wing hues have contributed richly to Colombia's chaos' (encyclopedia.com). He was 'The President with the biggest war on drugs' (Joseph B Treaster, nytimes.com). He was fighting war with war. That is no way to peace. You can't defeat the drugs menace by eliminating the pushers; you can only do that by eliminating the drug users, all of them. I like the slogan of the old World Wildlife Fund: 'When the buying stops, the killing will too.' When the drug buying stops, the drug selling will too.

I was searching for info on Barco when the pop-up ad for me to 'Join Philippine's largest online survey community' came into view – Planet Pulse. That set me to thinking about Pulse Asia and Social Weather Stations, those who think they can get to know what 57 million adult Filipinos are thinking by canvassing the opinion of 5789 respondents, using the telephone and now, maybe the cellphone.

Now, Planet Pulse will 'make it count' – and maybe make Pulse Asia and Social Weather Stations look like the Flintstones – by asking people online, and that would be, say, 1,234,567 mouse clicks received in 15 minutes and not only 5789 mouths listened to in 15 days. May I remind Pulse Asia and Social Weather Stations that the Age of Information has been right here right now for the last 20 years? Those two talk about bringing information to the public; now, talk about being left behind 20 years by information technology! PA and SWS are already extinct as dinosaurs and they don't realize it yet.

No, I didn't join Planet Pulse – I don't believe in such surveys. I am the one whose article the magazine
Mr & Ms published years ago with the title (mine), 'Pollstergeists don't scare me, I'm afraid.' I'm afraid I have forgotten the date.

(32). William Carlos Williams. Poet, novelist, essayist, playwright, doctor. Experimenting with techniques of meter and line, 'Williams sought to invent an entirely fresh – and singularly American – poetic, whose subject matter was centered on the everyday circumstances of life and the lives of the common people' (poets.org). That's what I have been trying to do with my writing since 2006 at least. My problem is that of all people I know, I'm not common!

(33). Hank Williams Sr. American songwriter and singer, 'he brought country music into the modern era, and his influence spilled over into the folk and rock arenas as well,' including and 'especially the aura of emotional forthrightness and bruised idealism' (rockhall.com). I write like that myself, if not in songs. I am forthright, I am idealistic, and I do get bruised.

Among other compositions, Hank Williams Sr wrote and sang 'Your Cheatin' Heart' and 'Cold, Cold Heart.' And what do they say? 'New fans of his music have asked why could he put so much of his life into his songs?' (voanews.cn). Then the fans in Voice of America answer their own question: 'There is no easy answer to that question.'

Ah, but there is: Hank Williams Sr was true to himself. He made himself transparent in his songs. He wrote as he thought; he composed as he discerned; he sang as he felt. His songs were all Hank Williams Sr, nobody else.

So, my advice to writers: Yes, an excellent way to creative writing is to be true to oneself first.

And my advice to birthday celebrants: Be yourself and, along with that, be sure to count your blessings, party with your blessings. Careful now; if you can count your blessings on the fingers of only one hand, you don't know how to count!

09 September 2009

Noynoy's intent. Aquino's declaration, my translation

MANILA (09-09-09) - What follows is the transcript of Sen Benigno 'Noynoy' Aquino III's statement in Tagalog at Club Filipino 9 September 2009 (from philstar.com), edited and with a free translation in English by Frank A Hilario, 9 September 2009. Note that what Noynoy speaks of as 'our mother' is Corazon 'Tita Cory' Aquino, beloved President of the Philippines who died 40 days ago. The use of the editorial 'we' – such as in 'ating ina' and 'ating isipan' – is an attempt by Noynoy to acknowledge what he perceives is the people's identification with Tita Cory (Aunt Cory) as the 'Mother of Democracy.' (I did not translate the polite 'po' expression of one's respect for another in the Tagalog language.)
My brethren, my countrymen:
It has been 40 days since our mother died. That day, many questions shrouded our mind.
First of all, we lost the pillar of our family, the leader. We can say, we lost the guidelight that shows us the road to take. The question becomes, 'How do we carry on the fight?' With that another question emerges, 'Do the people still want to carry on the fight?' The answer we got from the people themselves.
During her wake, during her funeral, we showed clearly that our people want to restore once again full democracy and true freedom.
We saw the return of love for each other and the readiness to sacrifice for the good of the majority. Many voices were heard in the days following the burial of our mother.
When I was walking toward the graves of my parents, someone walked along with me and said, 'Noy, let's go President.' (Or, 'We're President now.')
I looked at his face and I saw he looked serious.
I replied jokingly, 'You know, it's probably difficult to follow Mrs Arroyo.'
He said, 'If we have 1 million signatures, will you say Yes?'
To avoid answering his question, again I replied jokingly, '50 million was the population during the EDSA Revolution. Now it's 95 million.'
He replied, 'Eh, if 2 million, will that suffice?'
But I didn't take him seriously.
Someone texted me, a writer, and he said it was like déjà vu and he had seen it in 1986. I only thanked him and maybe that's all there was to it.
But the voices multiplied and multiplied. Some were pleading, some were angry and saying, 'May the ghosts of your Mother and Father visit you if you let this chance go by!'
With the myriad of voices, I went to the Carmelite convent in Zamboanga, they who seek peace, and when I arrived, the peace seemed to disappear – and I am asking their forgiveness.
The advice of my sister Pinky was right, she asked that I go there and have a religious retreat.
Once I was inside that convent, all those voices seemed to disappear (from those who were urging me to run). I confess that at that point, I didn't feel like leaving the convent ever. And there began to clear what we should be thinking about.
Someone told me that if my decision is right, the path to travel will be easy. One of those, we have a president of our Liberal Party, who has already declared his intention of becoming the leader of our country. And then they called us to a meeting. And for that meeting, I prepared myself for whatever debate or recommendation we would be hearing.
But what I saw was one man who was a true servant of the people. One man who put the good of the country before his own.
What Mar Roxas did was truly unusual, especially if we compare it with the leaders of our country who put themselves first before their country.
Once I came back, after the valuable visit to the Carmelite convent, we talked with many others. I will give you three examples of whom I talked with. Two of them were young ones. In fact, Grade 5. One of them was a boy whom I met in a CD store. He approached me and asked, 'Aren't you Noynoy Aquino?'
I said, 'Yes.'
In turn, he said, 'Where is Kris?'
My reply, 'At The Buzz, working. Don't you watch that show?'
He followed after me, interviewing me. Asking questions, 'Where do you stay?' 'Do you have a car?'
The most important thing about our dialogue, I asked him, 'What is your ambition in life?'
His answer was, 'I want to be a singer.' And I said, 'So that's why you're in this store.'
So I asked, 'Who is your favorite singer?'
He pointed to a new singer, singing rap-style but the song had a social dimension. The song I heard told of someone who took a jeep and saw all the rottenness of society. At the end of the song, he begged, 'Get me off this jeep!'
You have to believe in the boy. While he was just a kid, he was already aware and knows how to select relevant songs.
The other one, it so happened he was also Grade 5. This was in Tarlac in a restaurant. He pointed his parents to me and we had our pictures taken. I will go back there because he wants a solo picture with me, which was what he didn't get last time.
He asked me, 'Are you running now?'
You have to believe in the kid. Only Grade 5 and already he was aware. My reply was, 'You cannot vote for me – will you campaign for me? He said, 'I have already been campaigning for you.'
Maybe, we should just settle for the simplest.
There was one Customs staff who talked with a member of our group (the one who has long been urging us to run). He asked, 'Is he running?' Our member answered, 'He will now!' And the one from Customs said, 'Thank you!' Our member asked why he was thankful. And he said, 'Thanks to you, we can dream again.'
When I was young, one of my teachers was a Jesuit, who I believe Fr Manoling and Fr Arevalo should be talking to, and he said that the greatest sin is to lose hope. Because there is a God who loves us, when we lose hope, we are like saying God has turned his back on us. This may be the biggest sin of all.
We're free to dream. It's shocking that an adult is saying, 'At last, we can dream again.' Is to dream also impossible today?
I have long thought of it and now I feel it's necessary that I declare my intentions today.
I accept the challenge of the people.
I also accept the words, wish and will of my parents.
I accept the responsibility of carrying on the fight for the country.
I accept the challenge of leadership in this fight.
My country the Philippines, I will run for President in the coming elections.
Let us continue the fight. Long live the Philippines!
May God bless us all.
Many, many thanks to you.
Original Tagalog declaration, with editing by this Ilocano:
Mga kapatid, mga kababayan:
Apatnapung araw na ang nakakalipas mula noong namatay ang ating ina. Noong araw na iyon, maraming tanong ang bumalot sa ating isipan.
Unang-una na nga ho roon, nawala ang haligi ng aming pamilya, ang pinuno. Masasabi namin, nawala ang tanglaw sa aming dapat tahakin. Tanong nga, 'Paano natin itutuloy ang laban?' Ito ay may kaakibat na rin na isa pang tanong: 'Gusto pa ba ng tao na ituloy natin ang laban?' Ang sagot po ay nakuha na rin natin sa taong bayan.
Doon po sa kanyang burol, doon po sa kanyang libing, ipinakita natin na walang kaduda-duda na talagang nagnanais muli ang ating bayan na maibalik na ang ganap na demokrasya at tunay na kalayaan.
Nakita natin ang pagbabalik ng pagmamahal sa bawat isa at handang magsakripisyo para sa ikabubuti ng nakararami. Maraming boses ang narinig sa mga sumunod na mga araw pagkatapos ng libing ng ating ina.
Habang ako ay naglalakad papunta sa puntod ng aking mga magulang, mayroon akong nakasabay na isang tao at sinabi, 'Noy, Presidente na tayo.'
Tiningnan ko ang mukha n'ya at tila mukha nga s'yang seryoso.
Kaya’t biniro ko na lang ng sagot, at sabi ko, 'Alam mo, napakahirap yatang sumunod kay Ginang Arroyo.'
Sinabi niya, 'Kung meron ba kaming 1 million signatures, pwede ka na?'
Para maiwasang sagutin ang kanyang tanong, biniro ko na lang at sinabi ko, '50 million lang ang bilang ng tao noong panahon ng EDSA Revolution. Ngayon 95 million na.'
Sumagot s'ya, 'Eh, kung 2 million, pwede na kaya?'
Pero 'di ko siya masyadong sineryoso noon.
Mayroong nag-text sa akin na isang manunulat, at sinabi niya na parang isang deja vu at nakita na niya ito noong 1986. Ako po ay nagpasalamat na lang at baka hanggang d'yan na lang.
Ngunit dumami nang dumami ang mga boses. Mayroong nagsusumamo, mayroong nagagalit at nagsasabing, 'Sana dalawin ka ng Nanay at Tatay mo 'pag pinalampas mo ang pagkakataon na ito!'
Sa dami ng boses na iyon, ako ay nagtungo sa kumbento ng Carmelite sa Zamboanga, sila po na talagang katahimikan ang hinahanap, at sa pagdating ko, tila nawala iyon -- at ako ay humihingi ng paumanhin sa kanila.
Tama ang payo ng kapatid kong si Pinky; ang pakiusap n'ya ay pumunta ako roon para mag-retreat.
Pagpasok ko sa kumbentong iyon, tila natahimik yung mga boses (na nag-uudyok sa akin na tumakbo). Sa dami ng mga boses ay hindi ko na alam kung sino ang pakikinggan. Aaminin ko sa inyo na may bahagi ng kalooban ko na sa mga sandaling iyon, parang ayaw ko nang lumabas sa kumbentong iyon.
At doon nag-umpisa ang maraming kalinawan sa dapat nating pag-isipan.
May nagsabi sa akin na kung tama ang desisyon mo, madali na lang ang lahat ng dapat mong tahakin.
Isa ho roon, may pangulo kami sa aming Partido Liberal, na nakapaglahad na at nakapagmungkahi na siya ang manguna sa ating bansa. At tayo po ay tinawag sa isang pagpupulong. At sa pagpupulong iyon, inihanda ko ang sarili ko sa kung anong debate o mungkahi na ating maririnig.
Ngunit ang nakita ko po roon ay isang tao na tunay na naglilingkod sa bayan. Ang isang tao na inuuna ang kapakanan ng bansa bago ang kanyang sarili.
Talagang kakaiba ang ginawa ni Mar Roxas, lalo na kung ikukumpara natin sa mga pinuno ng ating bansa na sarili nila ang kanilang inuuna.
Noong tayo po ay nakabalik na, pagkatapos ng makabuluhang pagpunta sa Carmelite, marami pa rin tayong nakausap.
Bibigyan ko ho kayo ng tatlong halimbawa ng aking mga nakausap.
Dalawa po dito ay kabataan. Sa katunayan po ay Grade 5.
Isa po sa kanila ay isang batang lalaki na nakilala ko po sa tindahan ng mga CD. Nilapitan ako at tinanong, 'Hindi po ba kayo si Noynoy Aquino?'
Ang sabi ko ay, 'Oo.'
Ang sabi naman niya ay, 'Nasaan po si Kris?'
Ang sagot ko, 'Nasa The Buzz, nagtatrabaho. Di ka ba nanonood noon?'
Sinundan niya ako nang sinundan sa tindahan, ini-interview ako. Mga tanong n'ya, 'Saan ako nakatira?' 'May sasakyan ba ako?'
Pinaka-importante doon sa aming dialogo, tinanong ko siya, 'Ano ba ang ambisyon mo sa buhay?'
Ang sinagot niya ay, 'Gusto ko maging singer.' At ang sinabi ko, 'Kaya pala nandito ka sa tindahang ito.'
Kaya’t tinanong ko, 'Sino ang paborito mong singer?'
Tinuro po niya ang isang bagong mang-aawit, kumakanta sa istilong rap ang mga awitin pero mayroong social dimension. Ang kanta na napakinggan ko ay mayroong isang tao na sumakay ng isang jeep at nakita lahat ng kabulukan sa lipunan. Sa dulo ng kanta, ang pakiusap noong tao ay 'Ibaba nyo ako sa jeep na ito!'
Bilib ka nga naman sa batang ito. Kahit bata pa lamang siya, mulat na at marunong pumili ng maka-buluhang tugtugin.
Yung isa naman, nagkataon ay Grade 5 din. Ito naman sa Tarlac sa isang restaurant. Itinuro niya ako sa kanyang mga magulang at kami ay nagkaroon ng picture-taking session. Babalikan ko nga kasi gusto niya ng solo picture, dahil siya lang po ang hindi naka-solo picture.
Tinanong niya ako, 'Tatakbo na ho ba kayo?'
Bilib talaga ako sa batang ito, Grade 5 pa lang ngunit mulat na. Ang sinagot ko naman ay, 'Hindi mo naman ako iboboto – ikakampanya mo ba ako?' Sabi niya, 'Ikinakampanya ko na po kayo.'
Siguro ho, dito tayo sa pinakasimple.
Mayroong isang tauhan ng Customs na nakausap ang ating isang kasamahan (Na matagal na tayong inuudyok tumakbo.) Tinanong niya, 'Tatakbo na ba?' Ang sagot naman ng ating kasamahan ay, 'Tatakbo na nga!' At ang sinabi ng taga-customs ay, 'Salamat!' Tinanong siya kung bakit siya nagpapasalamat. At ang kanyang sinabi ay, 'Salamat naman at pwede na po muling mangarap.'
Noong ako’y bata pa, itinuro sa akin ng aming guro, isang Heswita na tila kailangang makausap ni Fr. Manoling at Fr. Arevalo, sinabi po nila na ang pinaka-malaking kasalanan ay ang pagkawala ng pag-asa. Dahil mayroong Diyos na nagmamahal sa atin, at parang sinasabi natin na tina-talikuran tayo ng Diyos kung mawalan ng pag-asa. Tila ito ang pinakamalaking kasalanan.
Libre ang mangarap. Nakakagimbal na nasa wastong isip na at sinasabi, 'Sa wakas, pwede na muling mangarap.' Pati ba mangarap, di na pwede sa kasalukuyan?
Matagal ko nang napag-isipan at tila kailangan na nga ho magdeklara sa araw na ito.
Tinatanggap ko ang hiling ng sambayanan.
Tinatanggap ko na rin po ang bilin, habilin at tagubilin ng aking mga magulang.
Tinatanggap ko ang responsibilidad na ituloy ang laban para sa bayan.
Tinatanggap ko ang hamong mamuno sa labang ito.
Bayang Pilipinas, tatakbo po ako sa pagka-Pangulo sa darating na halalan.
Itutuloy po natin ang laban. Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!
Nawa'y pagpalain tayo ng Poong Maykapal.
Maraming, maraming salamat po.

14 August 2009

Bien, Hernandez! Celebrate life, cerebrate death

Revised 16 August at 0826 hours, names changed to protect the innocent
MANILA – We have yet to make an art out of mourning the death of a loved one. I remember when my mother died at almost 100 years, we had a party. We celebrated. My brother paid for a band with some pretty young girls to sing and dance for us the whole night through. This was in Asingan, Pangasinan, Central Luzon, the Philippines. And the Hilarios were not the first to hire entertainment on death night. And the girls sang pop songs, and ballads, and rock and what have you, in English, Tagalog, Ilocano. Did we feel remorse? We did feel relieved. Music speaks your language. Music hath charm that soothes the savaged breast.

Bien Hernandez died 27 July 2009 and Cory Aquino died 01 August 2009 (see my 'Cory Aquino's Legacy,' 01 August, americanchronicle.com). A thousand mourned his death; a million mourned hers, and I don't think it's fair. 'Every man's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind,' writes poet and preacher John Donne, and he is absolutely right.
We should celebrate a life, not a person. I tell you, the celebrities have already had their reward. In death, what we should celebrate is the life lived, the lives touched, the recollections, the happy little endings.
What is it in death that we hate? The finality of it. It is a door that closes on us and we cannot open it from the inside or from the outside. But we have to learn to accept it – and then make the most of it as much as those of us left behind can.
But it is better if we make the most of the life we have, while we have it. Surely, we the living can lead a life worth remembering so that when we cross the river of no return we can smile. And indeed, in this case, we can smile at last as we learn from the life of Bien Hernandez of the Philippines and New Jersey. Join me as we catch a glimpse of that remarkable life, first from some unremarkable emails:
09 October 2008: Benjamin 'Bien' Hernandez is going to be operated on at Cooper Hospital in Philadelphia 'for a supposedly simple procedure of cleaning his blocked left (carotid artery),' but something happens before that, while the nurse is working on his left arm to start another IV. Bien goes into convulsion; his wife Nenita goes into hysterics.
12 October 2008: At Jefferson Hospital, Nenita watches over Bien like a good wife should. 'She has the TV on 24 hours for brain stimulation,' writes Imelda. (Would nagging help?)
19 October 2008: The doctors ask Nenita her 'position on resuscitation and further life support' and she replies, 'I want to give him enough time to heal.' (She is praying for the impossible. Of course. What else to pray for earnestly if not a miracle?)
20 October 2008: To Imelda, I send a few scanned pages of the book I just edited, Healing Hands, written by Sam Martin, published in Los Baños, Laguna. Those pages speak of healing lessons from the New Testament and of natural healing. (I believe in God's healing and natural healing, which ultimately is from God; I am hoping Nenita does.)
30 October 2008: 'Bien is hanging in there,' writes Nenita. 'He started opening his eyes and blinking, but no sign of awareness of his surrounding! It breaks my heart every time I see him in his hospital bed.' (It breaks the heart even of friends who don't see him.)
06 November 2008: Morinda writes that at the Cooper Hospital last October, what Bien had was another stroke. It might have been triggered by the nurse who was finding it difficult to locate a vein for the IV. (Medical procedures aren't perfect.)
28 November 2008: With the therapist in a facility near their house in Cherry Hill, Bien is showing progress as he can now 'pick up a face towel and wipe his chin!' Nenita writes. (You rejoice at every little triumph.)
30 April 2009: What about a miracle? 'He made the sign of the cross!' Nenita writes. This is the second time he has done it. (Thy will be done?)
15 May 2009: Nenita writes: 'This morning while cleaning his mouth with a swab which I always do, he shook his head, held my hand with swab and said, 'Stop' with a facial expression of 'Enough!' His personality is back. Thank you for the prayers. Hugs and kisses to all.' (Too much too soon?)
02 June 2009: Bien is being evaluated to be admitted as an in-patient. 'It will mean a more intensive rehabilitation that will help him to eventually get much better and be more functional,' writes Nenita. (Here's hoping for the best.)
16 June 2009: Bien is admitted to the Good Shepherd Rehabilitation Hospital. (The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want?)
24 July 2009, from Nenita: Bien has gallstones. (My good Lord!)
27 July 2009, from Imelda:
It is with a great sense of sadness and loss that we mourn the death of Benjamin ' Bien' Hernandez, beloved husband of 1958 QPHS Classmate & Co-batch, Nenita Candelario Hernandez, and adored father of Ambrosio, Amado and Lynda. He was a devoted consultant of New Jersey Credit Union Teachers Association who carved a long, distinguished service until he got sick.
QPHS is the Quezon Provincial High School in Lucena City, Quezon Province, about 200 km away from Manila. I knew Lucena City; I came to know Nenita in that memorable suburban town. I never knew her husband Bien Hernandez; I never even saw him – he had been living in the United States; while I have lived all my life in the Philippines. But from the sharings of people who eulogized him, I feel I have known him, and much. (Old photo sent by Imelda that I have deliberately faded 'shows' Bien with yellow shirt, wife Nenita behind him, Virgin Mary to his left, with friends. Some memories must fade, some memories must stay.)
The wife, Nenita, I knew almost 50 years ago. I was studying at the University of the PhilippinesCollege of Agriculture, UPCA, on my 3rd year I think, and I was 1 of 4 guys, gangmates, who fell in love with 4 girls, gangmates. Amelito Llamas, Rodrigo Tolentino, Frank Hilario, Noynoy Paderanga, Nenita Candelario, Imelda Lagrimas, Morinda Savellano, Ramona Lagrimas. Inseparables. We boys all stayed at dorms near the campus at Los Baños, Laguna and the girls all lived in Lucena City, more than 100 km away (Ramona in nearby Pagbilao). But once in a while, the girls would attend some course or training at the Girls Scout Headquarters located in the town proper of Los Baños, and the birds in Mt Makiling would sing. Or we boys would visit in Lucena City, all for one, one for all, and the church bells would ring, if only in my imagination. Love does that to you. Or I would visit the University of Santo Tomas and wait for my girl to come out of her last class so we could talk. I was always well-behaved in those days, if weird, unpredictable, and funny.
Only Nenita and Amelito tied the knot on themselves, and then years later untied it. Then we went on with the rest of our lives, and got married to other people.
Years later, I heard that Imelda migrated to the US, and so did Nenita; Morinda chose Australia; and Ramona stayed in the Philippines. Rodrigo worked with UPCA and then ADB; he retired from there as consultant or something. He and wife Kats now live in a nice house too big now that the children have their own lives to live. Amelito I haven't heard of or seen for ages. Noynoy worked for First Lady Imelda Marcos before (Project Compassion), then with FAO; he is now with Habitat for Humanity.
And I? I wrote an open letter against the celebration of 10 October every year as Loyalty Day by UPCA, arguing that it was loyalty to the Americans and not the Philippines to volunteer to fight in Europe in World War 1 when the Philippines wasn't directly involved – and I became persona non grata to most persons in and out of Los Baños. That was in 1967. You can be logical and wrong. Consequently, I was dismissed from my job as Substitute Instructor; that was the easy part. Feeling aggrieved, I said goodbye to my first love and broke her heart – and mine. Mostly mine. Depression followed, and it looked like it would follow me all the rest of my life. I got married and raised a family of 12 – even as a writer, I had always been prolific.
A good writer but only half as good as a husband and father, my married life was difficult, extremely difficult. My depression would not leave me alone, and my marriage was deteriorating to the point of no return. A return to the fold of the Catholic faith saved my marriage – and sanity. That was New Year's Day in 1991. Today, I'm happy to report that I am with my family, blogs and books. Mostly blogs.
So our Nenita married Benjamin Hernandez and had 3 children: Ambrosio, Amado, Lynda. I am surprised that Bien's life was mostly with family and friends – and foes. Reading the eulogies on Bien that Imelda emailed me, I am struck by the intensity, earnestness and directness of the messages. Straight from the heart, not from the head. These are not handcrafted (like mine would be), but they are exquisite reflections on a life (like each of ours should be). So I had to write this. With my titles and minimal editing, I want to share them with you.
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John Fariñas lost a friend he greatly admired.
He tells us Bien was a brave and kind soul everyone he met would have been blessed. When he became Union President, he worked hard for the benefits of the team members. He was fair; he would try and save your job whether you were an administrator, teacher or a lowly bus aide. 'He never talked about making more money.' He wanted to help everyone, including his enemies. 'If he was told that it couldn't be done, he just worked harder.'
'To Celebrate His Life' by John Fariñas, friend and brother
Sometimes in life, if you are lucky, you meet a person who due to his courage, wisdom and kindness, makes a huge difference in your life. Bien was that person.
In all the years that I knew and spoke with Bien, he never once talked about making more money, or getting a better position, or being recognized for his accomplishments. Bien always wanted to help someone. Whether a person was an administrator, a teacher or a bus aide, he would work just as hard to try and save their job. As a negotiation team member, or as Union President, he worked to improve benefits, to increase wages, and to better working conditions.
If he was told that it couldn’t be done, he just worked harder. He was not afraid to put himself on the line or be ridiculed if it meant righting a wrong. Bien was always concerned that the union had a poor written history and that present members would not know of all the hard work past members did to obtain their benefits and wages. And that members could become complacent.
Bien always wanted to be of help to his family, friends and even foes. We are here to celebrate his life, to mourn our loss, and, just say ‘Thanks.’
Bien was my friend. He was my brother. I will always miss him.
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Amado Hernandez lost a father he loved despite himself.
Can the anguish of losing a friend be as much as losing a father? I think that depends on how much you valued that friendship or that kinship, how much your life had been accidentally touched by someone you didn't know before, or how much your life had been incidentally influenced by fate. We cannot choose our parents, but we can choose our friends. Relationships are important. Bien Hernandez was one of the best friends we never had; how was he as a father to his sons Amado and Ambrosio and daughter Lynda? In his sharing, son Amado shows a loving if lecturing, patient, stubborn father. I can see myself in there somewhere. And yes, Amado's message of celebration shows he can be a good writer if he puts his heart and mind to it. Examples: 'His lectures were legendary.' 'He loved my Mom so much.' (Read and be pleasantly surprised.) 'My Pop was the wealthiest man I have ever known.' (A last great surprise)
'The Celebration Of My Father's Life' by Amado Hernandez, son
Good morning. My name is Amado Hernandez. I am Benjamin's middle child. On behalf of my brother Ambrosio Hernandez, one of the most talented and charismatic salesmen I have ever known; on behalf of my sister Lynda Hernandez-Dorinda, arguably one of the most skilled and knowledgeable pediatric physicians I have ever known; on behalf of our Mom, Nenita Hernandez, definitely the Best Mom in the world, I would like to thank all of you for attending the celebration of my father’s life.
Steven Covey, a well known author, once wrote, the worth of a man’s life can be measured by the legacy he leaves behind. We are Benjamin's legacy. I’d have to say, he's ranked right up there with the very best.
My father, or Pop, as we affectionately called him, leaves an unrivaled and heroic legacy. And it doesn’t stop with us. He was many things to people outside our family circle. He was a loving and caring surrogate father for some, a kind and helpful work associate for others, and a dedicated and knowledgeable business associate to many.
But what I would like to share with you today is a part of Benjaminthat you would not and could not have possibly known about. A glimpse of Benjamin Hernandez, through the eyes of his family.
When my brother, sister and I were young, my Pop tried to teach us lessons about life sometimes through his actions, but most times through long and overdrawn lessons that took the form of lectures. And if you knew my Pop really well, his lectures were legendary. Even as we were already adults, my Pop often used holiday get-togethers and birthdays to teach us something about life and the importance of relationships. I was so happy when my sister and my brother finally had kids. Pop had a new and captive audience other than us.
Two of life lessons that I learned from him was how to persevere during difficult times. The other was how to be truly selfless. I’m still working on both of those. My Pop perfected them.
I’d like to share with you two real life examples of these characteristics in action. I’d like to call the first one the 'Midnight Shift.' The second, 'The Procrastinator Unmasked.'
Perseverance is defined as 'Persisting in or remaining constant to a purpose, idea or task in spite of obstacles.' My father epitomized a person that persevered despite obstacles.
Pop loved to fix things. Sometimes out of necessity, and oftentimes because he loved seeing how things worked. He’d tear things apart then put them back together and more often than not, they’d work better than before. He loved fixing things so much we needed to move to bigger homes so he had more space to store all the tools he kept gathering.
When we were young, we only had one family car at a time. That car was used to take Mom and Pop to work and us to school and practices and everything else in between. Those cars were driven hard. Unfortunately, the cars my parents had when we were young broke down more times than a ’77 Ford Pinto. But since my Pop believed in always saving for a rainy day, he refused to buy a newer car until the current car became unfixable. And believe me, there wasn’t a car he didn’t think was fixable. My 1986 Toyota MR2 still sits on their driveway waiting for the timing chain to be replaced.
When our cars broke down, it would always be in winter, most times before Christmas when money was tight, and always when the temperature outside was below freezing.
One particular night sticks out from the rest. It sticks out because my father never really had the right tools to fix things back then. On this particular night, the problem with the car was a difficult job that really required a mechanic, a hoist and a warm garage.
But with the help of a few of our friends, Andrew and myself, we set out to fix old Tom Jones once again. (Mom named our cars after her favorite singers.) We started right after school with 4 or 5 guys and didn’t end till dawn with just my Pop and I. I forgot exactly what we fixed but the night that I spent with my Pop under that car, frozen like a popsicle and exhausted beyond belief, was one of the most memorable nights I would spend with him.
It was memorable because he refused to give up on fixing that car. He used whatever he could find in the house because he didn’t have tools he needed. One time he brought out a 6-foot metal pipe to loosen a bolt deep within the car’s engine compartment. I held that frozen metal pipe for hours until my hands were numb. We worked hard and long on that car but in the end, after almost 12 hours of arduous work, he finally got the car to work! So despite not having the tools that would make the job easier or the hoist that would lift the car safely above us, or a garage to keep us warm, he persevered and succeeded. He had to – he had to take Mom to work the next day. I’ll never forget the smile he had on his face as the sun shone on it and the engine roared when he turned the key. He just smiled his beautiful smile.
Like the first, the second lesson I learned from him did not come from one of his renowned lectures, but from the way he lived and did things.
My pop loved my Mom so much. I know this to be so because what man in his right frame of mind would put up with a lifetime of nagging, urgings, proddings, and constant reminders about things that needed to be done around the house? My Mom and even some of his closest friends always joked that my Pop was a procrastinator. And that whatever was asked of him would be done – eventually. That was the running joke about my Pop. We joked about how just suddenly and seemingly out of thin air I’d come home and there would be new cabinets on the kitchen walls, a new kitchen island so expertly crafted it looked like Bob the Builder did it himself. There would be a tree house and slides in the backyard for my nieces and nephews. There were statues erected, gardens grown, walls painted, outdoor shower stall installed, and a list of things that would suddenly pop up. Well now I realize why. It was my Mom adding to his list.
But what my Mom and his closest friends probably didn’t realize was that my Pop loved my Mom so much that he kept a mental note or maybe he even kept a journal, of all the things she wanted him to do for her. I’m confident he did the same for his close friends and for us kids. It took him so long to build that island because on his list, that island was probably number 895. He loved my Mom and his kids so much that he listed everything that we asked him to do. And he made sure they were going to be done. So you see, he wasn’t a procrastinator…. No… he was just following that long list. He didn’t want to miss a single thing even if it took him weeks and months and sometimes years. That was his lesson to me.
Loving someone means being selfless and keeping your promises.
Dr Wayne Dyer also wrote about a man’s legacy. He said that a man's legacy cannot be measured by the number of things he owned or the amount of money he had in his pockets. His legacy can be measured by the number of people his life has touched. And how many people love and care for him. Judging by the number of people here, and the number of people that I know love him and will miss him, my Pop was the wealthiest man I have ever known.
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Leroy Hills 
lost a brother he couldn't have.
'Ben' he called him. They became good friends as members of the Camden Education Association. 'Ben was the ever-working member advocate,' Len says. 'He ate, slept, and dreamed about what he could do to improve member rights and benefits.' Oh, 'Ben loved his family,' Len says. 'Ben was a giving person.' He also loved to remodel any old home. 'It was our dream that when Ben retired, we would form a corporation to buy, fix and sell old homes.' Then Ben retired to that Perfect Home in the Sky.
'He Loved Almost Everyone' by Leroy Hills, friend and brother
My friend is gone but not forgotten.
Ben, as I and so many others call him, was like a brother to me. I never had a brother but if I did I would hope that he had the qualities that Ben Hernandez, my brother, not in blood but in spirit, had.
I cannot put a time on when we became friends but we just grew together as we worked for the Camden Education Association. From this association we became good friends.
Ben was the type of person that you could depend on no matter what the problem was. We worked together for over 20 years and never had a problem getting along. We had an understanding that we could disagree without being disagreeable. We talked about our work for the United Associations (Local, County, State and National). We always talked about not taking the work problems personally – to separate our personal feelings from the representation of the membership. Ben was the ever-working member advocate. He ate, slept, and dreamed about what he could do to improve member rights and benefits.
I remember my first term as the President of the Camden Education Association. This was during the time when the state contract settlement averages were no more than 5% and we were about to settle at 7%. The next thing I knew, Ben had talked to Superintendent of Camden City Schools, Dr Webster, and was able to get a quarter of a point more.
Some on the team were outraged because they were satisfied with less, but Ben was always trying to get more for the membership. The problem with so many of our members was they did not understand salary guides and how they were constructed. Ben did!
Ben loved almost everyone. He loved his family and talked constantly about his grandchildren. If you were to visit his office at the Camden Board of Education on the first floor you would have seen the walls surrounding his desk covered with pictures of every phase of their lives.
Ben was a giving person. I believe he would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him. Ben loved to do construction and home repair work. Nenita, his wife, kept him busy remodeling their home. I was constantly calling Ben with electrical projects of my own and if he could not instruct me over the phone he would set a time to come by my house to help me fix the problem. It was our dream that when Ben retired we would form a corporation to buy, fix and sell old homes.
So this dream will never come to reality. But dreams may live on forever. This will be a dream I will keep in my heart forever.
Goodbye Friend and Brother. I will miss you.
I know a very popular modern messiah (oh, how she suffered for her people), someone who forgave two known thieves who were crucified by the public in 1986 and 2001, and whose sins were broadcast for all the world to hear, but even at the last minute of her life, she could not forgive the supposed thief whom the people had yet to crucify. She who has no sin, let her cast the first stone. Love your enemies! commands Christ. Good Lord! Love, so easy to say, so hard to do.
I wasn't perfect either. I could not forgive the Spaniards for enslaving my ancestors for more than 300 years; I could not forgive the Japanese for wreaking havoc on my country in World War 2; I could not forgive the Los Baños loyalists for volunteering to fight in a war that did not involve the Philippines; I could not forgive those who did not treat me as the Christians they called themselves. I was whom I despised.
As I read it, the life of Benjamin Hernandez shows that to love truly is difficult but it can be done. Gracias. Muy Bien, Hernandez! A life spent in living well and loving even better is a life we can recall always in fondness and always in gratitude.
Now then, learning from Bien Hernandez, family man and friend, and John Donne, poet and preacher, if we each write our life as a love poem, we don't have to be a preacher to be one.

02 August 2009

Cory Aquino’s legacy. The Passion of Christ? Ours

MANILA – Corazon Cojuangco-Aquino dies at 0318 hours today, Saturday, 01 August 2009; she is 76 years old going on 77 (25 January 1933). Now, we only have Cory Aquino’s legacy to be thankful for. I’m assuming, of course, that we know what legacy means and are able to discern what her legacy is. I’m also assuming that we have a grateful heart.
Dennis Carcamo (01 August 2009, philstar.com) quotes Lingayen-Dagupan Archbishop Oscar Cruz as saying, ‘We have to thank God for giving her to us.’ Thank God for what?
Thank God for Cory Aquino enduring pain for her country?
As they say, no pain, no gain. AFP quotes her as saying in the 1990s, about learning a valuable lesson in governance (01 August 2009, straitstimes.com):
I realized that I could have made things easier for myself if I had done the popular things, rather than the painful but better ones in the long run. After all, in the long run, I wouldn’t be around to be blamed.
Sunday, 12 July 2009, during the mass he celebrates at the Chapel of the Eucharistic Lord inside SM Megamall in Mandaluyong City, Fr Mario Sobrejuanite says that Cory Aquino ‘continues to suffer for her country’ (quoted by Fil C Sionil & Kris Bayos, mb.com.ph). Fr Mario alludes to corruption and political shenanigans in high offices in the Philippine government.
Sheila Coronel says (05 July 2009, blogs.gmanews.tv):
Her political vocabulary is firmly Catholic: she speaks of suffering, sacrifice, good and evil, right and wrong. Her analysis of contemporary problems is couched in religious parable. To Cory Aquino, life – and politics – is a morality play, and our lives are nothing but pale versions of the Passion of Jesus Christ.
‘You know,’ she says, ‘when Ninoy was in prison, I used to think all of us have a quota for suffering and when Ninoy was assassinated, I supposed I’d filled up my quota of suffering. But that isn’t so, and when we think of Jesus Christ who did not do anybody any wrong, He was goodness Himself, and yet He was prepared to make all of these sacrifices and His suffering did not end until he died. So I suppose, each of us, while we are in this world, while we are in the Philippines, must think of what it is that we can still offer to make life better for our fellow Filipinos.
‘Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?’ Aeschylus
Thank God for Cory Aquino’s last good fight?
The mass at the De La Salle Greenhills gym in Mandaluyong on 17 February 2008 is attended by Cory Aquino and Jun Lozada (Non Alquitran & Edu Punay, 18 February 2008). The mass is organized by the Black and White Movement, BnW with the theme, ‘Do what is right. Walk in the light.’ Jun Lozada, squealer non-pareil; Cory Aquino is supporting ‘Lozada’s Crusade’ to tell the truth and nothing but the truth as part of the BnW’s overall effort to pull GMA’s hair and bring her down from the presidential chair because of alleged corruption as well as cheating in the last presidential election. On the same occasion, Archbishop Oscar Cruz says, with conviction, ‘The court of public opinion has already formed a judgment. The general public appreciates credible individuals and simply uses common sense in firmly deciding who are truthful and who are liars, who are upright and who are corrupt.’ Truth will set you free, if you are not misled.
Thank God for Cory Aquino’s political will?
President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo recognizes that and says on hearing of Cory Aquino’s death (01 August 2009, gmanews.tv):
Today, the Philippines lost a national treasure. Cory Aquino helped lead the revolution that restored democracy and rule of law to our nation at a time of great peril.
Karina Constantino-David describes People Power 1: ‘It was really an outpouring of the political will of (the) people’ (ffon.org). Cory Aquino became President because of People Power 1, but she failed to nurture People Power, the political will of the people. She was the most popular leader of her country, and she failed to capitalize on that. She had not properly understood political will.
Was it only Cory Aquino who failed her country? We all failed our country by not picking up from where People Power 1 left off. We have not properly understood political will either. What we have so far done is exercise the power to accuse others for the failure not of Cory Aquino’s democracy but our democracy, sparing ourselves from the blame.
Political will is like this: ‘A mutiny of 300 junior officers and soldiers of the Philippine Armed Forces rapidly came to an end on Sunday after failing to attract broader support either within the military or the population as a whole’ (John Roberts, 31 July 2003, wsws.org). There must be a follow-up political will, and it must come from the people themselves. Follow-up political will resides in the people.
Thank God for Cory Aquino’s last wish?
Senator Benigno ‘Noynoy’ Aquino Jr reads the family statement upon the death of his mother (Maila Ager, 01 August 2009, newsinfo.inquirer.net):
Our mother peacefully passed away at 3:18 AM August 1, 2009, of cardio-respiratory arrest. She would have wanted to thank each and every one of you for all the prayers and your continued love and support. It was her wish for all of us to pray for one another and for our country.
I have to correct Noynoy. She didn’t die of cardio-respiratory arrest; rather, Cory Aquino died of colon cancer. The distinction is important and necessary. It was the cancer that led ultimately to the cardiac arrest – and cancer is a disease that develops over time.
And cancer, my dear friends, is a metaphor for what ails the Filipino nation. Remember Jose Rizal’s satiric diatribe called Noli Me Tangere? Not very intelligent of us, but we often translate the title as The Social Cancer. We might as well. As it was in 1887 when our hero came out with this book that denounced all of Philippine society – not only the masters (friars) but also the slaves (Filipinos) – ‘There are no masters where there are no slaves’ was how he put it. There is no corruption of the body politic leading to cancer if there are no corrupters. If the masters are corrupt, it is not enough to point to them and accuse them; with 1 finger we point to others, and at the same time with 3 fingers we point to ourselves. We have to do something about our corrupting influence. It all starts with you; it all starts with me.
Thank God for Cory Aquino’s faith?
Long ago, during her presidency, Cory Aquino tells Time, ‘If the country needs me, God will spare me’ (quoted by Howard Chua- Eoan, 31 July 2009, time.com). And God says yes.
Manila Mayor Alfredo Lim says on Friday, 31 July 2009 (quoted by Tina Santos & Co, newsinfo.inquirer.net), ‘We’ll wait for a miracle.’ And God says no.
We have to do more than pray for a miracle and fall on our knees. Cory Aquino’s last wish is to ‘Pray for one another and for our country.’ Pray for those whom you do not love even more. We have to keep the faith, but we also have to keep up the good works.
US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton says (quoted by Ging Reyes, 01 August 2009, abs-cbnnews.com):
I wrote her a note just a few weeks ago when I heard that she was so sick. I admired her greatly. She was a woman of courage who loved her country. She and her family sacrificed so much to try to give the people, the Philippines a better future and I think she is an inspiration not only to the Philippines but to people everywhere who believe in the right values and positive future.
Has Cory Aquino inspired you to believe in the right values and positive future?
Are you willing to learn from Cory Aquino? Phil Bronstein, San Francisco Chronicle Editor at Large says (sfgate.com), ‘Aquino kept the faith.’ She had told Bronstein once:
My philosophy of life is not to worry about things I have no control over. I just do what I can and leave the rest to God.
Thank God for Cory Aquino’s legacy!
In 2007, ‘People used to compare me to the ideal President,’ she says, ‘but he doesn’t exist and never existed. He has never lived’ (quoted by Damien Pearse, 01 August 2009, guardian.co.uk). Ah.
Clarence Henderson says eventually she established the Presidential Committee on Public Ethics and Accountability, ‘a less corrupt body but one plagued by insufficient staff, funds, and political will to adequately address the problems’ (apmforum.com). Honest intentions are not good enough.
Cory Aquino wasn’t perfect, and neither are you and neither am I. Karen Percy, South East Asia correspondent of the Australian ABC News Online says that ‘she was not altogether successful in making the changes she promised during her presidency.’ Personally, I take that to mean that she failed herself – and we failed her too. She can’t do it all alone. That’s the reason for the battlecry: Hindi ka nag-iisa! You’re not alone! Unless of course your own people abandon you.
Now then, what is Cory Aquino’s legacy? It’s time to define the word. Legacy, says the American Heritage Dictionary, refers to (a) ‘documents or data that existed prior to a certain time’ and (b) ‘a change in process or technique that requires translating old data files to a new system.’ That computes. Didn’t she know her legacy? In 2000, she tells Fidel Valdez Ramos, her comrade in arms during the EDSA Revolution of 1986 (not to mention Juan Ponce Enrile): ‘We both know that the real saviors of this country are the people, not any one of us’ (quoted by Juan L Mercado, 04 July 2009, sunstar.com.ph). Now therefore, one part of Cory Aquino’s legacy is what she did right. Keeping her faith, she did what she could, and left the rest to God. What about us? The other part is a requirement for the people, for us to change from the old to the new – while everyone is praying, nobody is exempt from doing what is right. We all have to walk in the light, do what is right.
She receives the Ramon Magsaysay Award for International Understanding on 31 August 1998. The citation reads in part: ‘Cory Aquino could not possibly fulfill all the expectations she awakened. No one knew this better than she.’
We all should thank her. Now we all should know better. We all should do better!

10 July 2009

Ako Mismo! Ang kikilos para sa bayan ko

Revised 12 July 2009 at 0824 Manila time

MANILAAko Mismo. If it’s about commitment, I believe I’ve come to the right place: akomismo.org. I Myself, Siak Mismo (Ilocano). I registered with my commitment, ‘Ako mismo will blog creatively’ at about 1600 hours Wednesday, 10 July 2009, with the number of commitments showing 237,279. After about 30 minutes, the total is 237,468. As I am about to finish working on this at 1920 hours, the total is 237,783, or about 30 registering every 10 minutes. (On 12 July at 0905 hours, it's 238,701.)

What about the scientists and scholars of the University of the Philippines, where I happen to graduate from? Will they commit, or will they stay rooted where they are, on their ivory towers, on top of their protestations of love of country?
In the website, on the Wall of Commitments, here are some that I think are representative enough for this little essay:
Ako mismo panatiliin ang kaugaliang Pilipino – I myself will work to preserve Filipino customs & traditions.
Ako mismo ang gagawa at tatapos – I myself will finish what I begin.
Ako mismo tutulong sa mga Pilipino – I myself will help the Filipinos.
Ako mismo magiging malinis ang kapaligiran – I myself will clean my surroundings.
Ako mismo kikilos laban sa kahirapan – I myself will fight poverty.
Ako mismo tutulong sa kapwa ko – I myself will help my fellowmen.
Ako mismo ang susuporta sa musikang Pilipino – I myself will support Filipino music.
Ako mismo ang kikilos – I myself will do it.
Ako mismo ang magra-rally – I myself will rally.
Ako mismo magtratrabaho – I myself will work.
Ako mismo magtataguyod sa pamilya ko – I myself will support my family.
Ako mismo magiging tapat sa pagboto – I myself will be true to my vote.
AKO MISMO
ANG KIKILOS
Para sa bayan ko.
I MYSELF
WILL DO IT
For my country.
Don’t just stand there – do something! Anything!
Simulan mo ang pagkilos tungo sa muling pagbangon ng Pilipinas. Maliit man o malaki, ikaw mismo ang magsasabi kung ano ang gagawin mo. (Start doing it for the rise of a new Philippines. Big or small, you yourself decide what to do.)
Ang pinakamalaking problema ng Pilipinas ay hindi kahirapan o katiwalian o kawalan ng kapayapaan kundi ang pagwawalang bahala ng mga mamamayan. (The biggest problem of the Philippines is not poverty, or corruption, or lack of peace and order, but the apathy of the citizens.)
What the hell!? Is Ako Mismo a brilliant, sinister plot of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo?!
Calling to arms by calling attention to apathy. Certainly, that’s a huge wake-upper. Ask Jun Lozada and the Sisters who keep him company, as well Randy David, and they will tell you that corruption is the biggest problem of the country. You know whom they mean. Ask the activists in Congress like Satur Ocampo and Teddy Casiño, and Manny Villar and even Mar Roxas and they will tell you the biggest problem is poverty. You know who they are. Ask those in Mindanao and they will tell you that the biggest problem in the country is the lack of peace and order. You know the extremists. Ako Mismo does not absolve the corrupt and the mendicants and the traitors, but that’s missing the point of Ako Mismo as a movement. A force for good.
Jaime Garchitorena writes to his gang (forwarded mail, 04 May 2009, gangbadoy.multiply.com), very much worried about privacy and being taken for a ride:
To all those that signed up with AKO MISMO! You are now part of SMART telecoms network for potential campaigns in 2010. ¶ The amount of information they have asked is so detailed that they can track you down to your zip code and contact you any time. In all my years of signing up for information, I have never had a site require so much information AS REQUIRED FIELDS. ¶ This makes for a perfect voter mapping database and campaign tool for anyone that wants to pay SMART for the information. Did you think SMART would pay MILLIONS in production and advertising and talent costs for nothing?
Jaime, if you doubt Ako Mismo's intentions, so do I yours. It is not true that Ako Mismo is the only one requiring so much data & information from someone registering. I agree that it is a Smart database that can be used to launch a campaign, any campaign, and that means Smart is really Smart. If you begrudge Smart spending millions and getting back millions more, you must ask the same question regarding your laptop, the hardware and software. Did you think that, for instance, for its Windows Vista and Office 2007 Suite, Microsoft paid millions of US$ in production and advertising and talent costs for nothing?
Ako Mismo is the genius of Smart, I must say. Or, more accurately, it’s the genius of DDB Cares, who created this project. DDB is Doyle Dane Bernbach, the world’s #3 in advertising. I want to give credit to whom credit is due. I worked as copywriter myself for Pacifica Publicity Bureau in 1974, and I remember DDB created the little ads that made the tiny car a big seller: ‘Think small.’ That was the Volkwagen. Understandably, DDB claims that its founder Bill Bernbach started ‘the creative revolution’ 60 years ago. Maybe, but DDB kept that creativity to itself. It was David Ogilvy (Ogilvy & Mather) who unselfishly made advertising a distributed creativity, to borrow from the idea of distributed computing, by writing the Bible of Creative Advertising, his Confessions Of An Advertising Man, where he laid down guidelines for creativity that copywriters follow to this day. Michael C Gray calls it ‘The Little Red Book of Advertising’ in reference to the helpful, incendiary Maoist Bible Quotations From Chairman Mao. Ako Mismo, I might say, is distributed committing.
Of all the bloggers writing on AKO MISMO, what caught most my attention was Martin Perez whose blog happens to have the title AKO MISMO (martinperez.asia). One of his posts is, ‘AKO MISMO: WEB ACTIVISM OR SUGAR HIGH?’ (ALLCAPS – I don’t like allcaps but that’s how he writes it.) He writes:
Is this something truly wonderful, or just an elaborate, high-budget phishing scam? ¶ This may be the cynic in me talking, but I’d like to think it’s also the concerned citizen speaking. For I agree with the likes of Bikoy who worry that this is nothing but a feel-good website masquerading as a social movement. … And this is the dangerous game being played by Ako Mismo. By promising a movement of change and what not, they play on the hopes and dreams of many. Now they will have to follow through on that. For making good on promises is what they should do. We should do. I should do. ¶ Ako mismo, pero paano sila? (I myself, but what about them?)
Martin Perez completely misses the whole archipelagic point of Ako Mismo. Apparently, he hasn’t browsed the website. Martin, it is not the citizen speaking – it is the citizen committing. He is not concerned if he is worried that others are not doing their part. He is not doing his part if he is not committed. He is not committed if he doesn’t begin. What he begins is useless if he doesn’t follow through. What he follows through is nothing if it is not for country. Got that?
You know, all you Martin Perezes out there, I cannot help it but this Filipino in Manila must now quote here my favorite President, and he is John F Kennedy in Boston, saying: ‘Ask not what your country can do for you; rather, ask what you can do for your country.’ If each of us commits to do what is right, that is our distributed committing. Committing to caring.
If you ask me, Ako Mismo is about:
Caring. Ako Mismo in 1 word.
Caring enough.
Ako Mismo in 2 words
Caring enough doing.
Ako Mismo in 3 words
Caring enough doing right.
Ako Mismo in 4 words
Caring enough doing right, Philippines.
Ako Mismo in 5 words

No, you don't just commit to caring; otherwise, you're only good for 1 word. Only those 5 words are good enough!

06 July 2009

Loving Julius Fortuna. He redefined himself, taught us moderation

MANILA - ASIDE FROM Neal Cruz, did anybody else notice that Julius Fortuna forgave his enemies? Pag-puti ng uwak, pag-itim ng tagak. A Filipino sarcasm I translate thus: Wait till crows turn white and herons turn black. That will be the day.
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Impossible! Julius was from the Left. How could Julius Fortuna have forgiven his enemies when he was a UP product, if not graduate? If you are a product of the University of the Philippines, you must be outspoken, fearless, highly theoretical, stubborn, intelligent, unforgiving. In UP, you learn to confront the enemy, not forgive him. I’m from UP; having overstayed 2 semesters more, I should know more. Been there, done that. (I know someone who famously forgave his enemies, but he was from the Ateneo: Jose Rizal, National Hero of the Philippines.)
Ridiculous! After all, Julius Fortuna had been a member of the national council of the radical Kabataang Makabayan (Young Nationalists) and Secretary General of the Movement for a Democratic Philippines, which coordinated and organized ‘the massive demonstrations now collectively known as the First Quarter Storm of 1970,’ and had gone underground in August 1971 when he learned he was ‘in the order of battle of the military’ according to ANN (author not named, 24 June 2009, businessmirror.com.ph). ‘Can Ethiopians change their skin, or leopards their spots?’ (Jeremiah 13: 23 NRSV).
Aboveground, out in another battlefield, Julius Fortuna died on 23 June from a massive heart attack, dead on arrival at the Capitol Medical Center in Quezon City. He was 61 going on 62 (30 July), a native of Odiongan, Romblon. He left his wife Sabina, son Amilkar and daughter Jillian (philstar.com). Among other things, he had been writing a regular column ‘East and West’ at the Manila Times (manilatimes.net) and hosting the news forum Kapihan sa Sulo (Hotel) in Quezon City. He was also Vice President of Samahang Plaridel. By the time he died, Julius had long turned from Radicalism to Moderation and, from all indications, he had loved this new role. He had redefined himself. An Ethiopian can change his skin; a leopard can change his spots. ‘Be transformed by the renewing of your mind’ (Romans 12: 2 NRSV).
We too have to redefine ourselves. Thank you, Julius Fortuna, for showing us that we can redefine ourselves, that we can renew our mind.
He had other lessons for other people. Ducky Paredes thanks Julius ‘for having been a friend’ (duckyparedes.com):
I will miss Julius Fortuna. We had plans – about looking up old friends when we had the time and so on. What I learned from Julius was the importance of not letting go of old friends and acquaintances. Julius cared about just anyone that he met in this life. Now that he is gone, I can only add: Thank you, Julius Fortuna, for having been a friend.
Fernando Gagelonia writes of Julius Fortuna and ‘his calm demeanor, his depth of knowledge of Philippine and world affairs, his commitment to freedom’ (24 June 2009, midfield.wordpress.com).
Samahang Plaridel (Plaridel Society), where he was an officer, writes of him (26 June 2009, philippinereporter.com):
Regarded as a commentator of high repute, he wrote on a variety of raging nationalist, geo-political and diplomatic issues affecting the Philippines, the peace talks with the National Democratic Front (NDF), the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) and the internal squabbles in Malacañang, the Senate and the Lower House.
Known far and wide for his insights into the events of the day and the political possibilities in the future, Fortuna also became an officer of the National Press Club of the Philippines for several years and assisted other organizations of journalists in pursuing welfare issues.
Jonathan De La Cruz says ‘he was selfless to a fault’ and writes of him (28 June 2009, tribune.net.ph):
Julius Fortuna, beloved son of Odiongan, Romblon, a friend and mentor to thousands, a brother to a whole generation of Filipinos and a dear friend to a growing circle of katotos (close friends), is gone. Pareng Jules to his closest pals or Komisar to friends and foes alike, he is now resting in the bosom of the Lord. He will be truly missed.
Paul M Gutierrez writes (30 June 2009, journal.com.ph) that ‘he was never quick in judging people and was always there for valuable advice.’
Nicon Fameronag (30 June 2009, manilatimes.net) mourns ‘the loss of a Romblon icon in journalism whose voice has been heard and listened to around the country’ and reports that Awe Eranes of the Romblon Sun mourns the loss of ‘a mentor and godfather.’ He writes:
I was also thinking of Manong Jules’ good fortune to have lived in an era that recognized – was grateful for – his transition from a life of revolutionary activism to a life of battling society’s iniquities through a more powerful weapon – the Word.
Manong Jules lived a full life regardless of his early death. That fullness he achieved when he chose to become what he became: a revolutionary, a thinker and a journalist who engaged the world when many others in his era opt to be co-opted and, therefore, are in danger of losing their souls while still alive.
That’s all news to me. I forgive them all for their ardent views on Julius and Odiongan, whether they are from Romblon or not; I am glad I am not from Romblon and I have never visited that island, so I can write about Julius from a distance.
I never even heard (or don’t remember hearing) of Julius Fortuna until my good friend Jerry Quibilan began attaching to his emails columns of Julius, the first one sent to me 14 September 2008; it was Julius’ column dated 06 November 2007, ‘No ouster for GMA and JdV.’ He was right. In that same column, Julius said Jerry Quibilan had predicted that General Alexander Yano would become the next Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces of the Philippines. He too was right.
Still and all, the most poignant of all the tributes to Julius Fortuna was written by Neal Cruz, another journalist I also don’t know from Adam; this is what he said (29 June 2009, opinion.inquirer.net):
During those eight years (under Martial Law), he was tortured repeatedly by the military, but Julius gritted his teeth and bore the pain patiently and silently without ratting on his colleagues.¶ Years later, after he was released, he bore no grudge, no ill-will, no hatred, no anger and no desire for revenge against his torturers. On the contrary, when he became a journalist, he helped many military officers, colonels and generals who could have been among his jailers and torturers. Often, Julius would arrange interviews for journalists over lunch or dinner with news sources who were military officers. Such was the forgiving nature of Julius.
I was awestruck when I read that last line. Forgive your enemies? That’s not a difficult act to follow – it’s just not practical, not doable at all. It’s so much easier to just say, ‘Lord, I love my family, my friends. I love my neighbors. It’s those other people I hate. They have made my life miserable.’
And so, learning from Julius Fortuna, I challenge those in high (and low) places in any church or group to achieve the unachievable, to love the unlovable. Faith is not enough. The Bible is all theory until you put it into practice.
‘Bear with one another and, if anyone has a complaint against another, forgive each other; just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive’ (Colossians 3: 13 NRSV). Even those who cling to the Bible as the only source of wisdom know that there is more where that came from; here is Matthew 5: 43-48 NRSV:
You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers and sisters, what more are you doing than others? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.
I like to call Jesus Christ a sadist because, of all commandments he gave, it was this impossible one: Love your enemies! How many Catholic – and Protestant – preachers can do that, have done that? It’s so much easier to damn your enemies, to blame those whom you hate, to point your fingers at those who are corrupt (a few people) and never point at those who corrupt them (countless other people).
Oh, of course, I’ve heard this refrain many times: ‘I can forgive, but I cannot forget.’ I don’t think the Good Lord will forgive and forget you for behaving like that!
It’s impossible until we try. Thank you, Julius Fortuna, for showing us Christians how to be obedient to God’s Law of Love.
From the news, I learn that professors of the University of the Philippines support the Reproductive Health Bill being considered in Congress (Domini Torrevillas, 27 June 2009, cited in tucp.org.ph). Do they know and subscribe only to the theory of Thomas Malthus that the growth of population will always overtake the growing of food? I thought UP professors were more intelligent than that.
The Malthusian theory has long been debunked (see also my ‘The Yankee Dawdle,’ 04 February 2007, americanchronicle.com). Thank you, Julius Fortuna, for showing us UP graduates the need to stop running naked and to sit down, to listen, to know more, and to protest less.
Julius Fortuna was an intellectual model, in part because he read and absorbed. Nicon tells us (as cited):
With Manong Jules, you always get quality minutes of intellectual discovery. The book I saw last in his hands was Thomas Friedman’s bestseller, The World Is Flat. He spent money on books and foreign newspapers, in the same manner that he was generous to struggling friends in the media. ¶ As a thinker and journalist, Manong Jules can slice through a conversation and insert a gem of wisdom, usually his take or view on a topic enriched by reading and distilled by years of experience in observing events and human nature, and of course, by regular interaction with the powers-that-be. ¶ All the years, however, he retained his wit and firm anchor on his Asi (Romblon) roots.
‘The world is flat’ means globalization is here and it’s an irresistible beast – you might as well tame it to your advantage. You have to think outside the beast.
And when I read more about Jules from other sources, I learned more. Here’s part of a long and fervent tribute from Fel Maragay (27 June 2009, manilastandardtoday.com):
He became a columnist for the People’s Journal and the Manila Times, creating a reputation for himself for his sharp and in-depth analysis of every unfolding significant national event.
He wasn’t a run-of-the-mill journalist. His mind was sharp, his reading was wide, his grasp therefore had length, breadth and depth. Still from Fel Maragay (as cited):
Jules’ versatility as a media man was used to the full when he explored another field, that of hosting and moderating media fora like the Kapihan sa Manila (Hotel) and Ciudad Fernandina. But it was his brainchild, the Kapihan sa Sulo (Hotel) every Saturday morning where he excelled as a forum moderator. He had the natural ability to shoot straightforward and intelligent questions that make the guests and resource persons think deeply and come out with sensible, enlightening and newsworthy answers. … Truth to tell, Jules is one of the few media practitioners who have mastered the art of interviewing newsmakers. This explains why the Kapihan sa Sulo has become the premier coffee shop press forum in the country, and that is no exaggeration.
I can imagine that to be a good host and moderator at the same time, you have to know the subject at heart, so you can moderate the exchanges and ask provocative questions, because you may have to; and you have to know Robert’s Rules of Order, so you can mediate any dispute, because you always have to.
Jules will be remembered as a crafty journalist who showed the way in raising the standards of his chosen profession, a generous person with a soft heart for distressed colleagues and who never lost his humility and virtues while he rubbed elbows with the powerful and mighty and reaped the fruits of his labors.
I asked Fel Maragay by email for more on Julius on his being a model moderator, and in today’s (05 July) email he writes, and I shall quote it in full (in italics) because it is a comprehensive lesson in moderation courtesy of the Man from Romblon:
Journalist Julius Fortuna might not have been another Ric Puno Jr, the virtuoso television talk show host. But as a moderator of media fora, he was a class on his own. ¶ In the last few years before his untimely death on June 23, I witnessed how skilled he was in his role as Moderator of the Newsmakers Forum at the Sulo Hotel in Quezon City every Saturday. ¶ He always had the right questions to ask of the forum guests and resource persons. He was equipped with this talent because of his intellectual caliber, his organized mind and his firm grasp of unfolding events or burning issues.
It’s easy to see that as a moderator you have to be better-informed. Even then, when you ask the right question at the right time, you may or may not know the right answer. You just try to stir up more life into the discussion, or steer someone away from a dead end, or a dangerous one.
Whether the resource person was a Senator, a Cabinet member, a military general, a spokesman of a political party, a top executive of an ill-starred inter-island ship, a survivor of a disaster, a leader of exploited farmers or a promising sportsman, Julius knew how to make them talk spontaneously and squeeze the juiciest and accurate information from them.
I never had the privilege of attending any of the Kapihan sa Sulo sessions, but I can imagine it all in my mind. I have been conducting interviews myself for a book I’m writing. Actually, what I do is not a proper interview – I ask the first question that comes to mind, or take the cue from the first things I see or hear. And so my interview usually lasts 4 hours – imagine that! That’s not an interview, that’s a conversation. I want the fellow relaxed so he can talk spontaneously and so that I can ‘squeeze the juiciest and accurate information’ from him. I have to be an interested listener, an active asker of questions. I even get to the point where I get some excellent, unexpected answers to some questions I didn’t anticipate I would ask! You have to be alert all the time.
Although we never bothered to ask him about his secret for steering a fruitful discussion, we had the impression that he always saw to it that he had enough background information about his guest or guests for the day and about the topic at hand. But oftentimes, he need not exert so much effort in getting the information he needed because most of these things were already stored in his brain. That is the advantage of being a voracious reader, a walking encyclopedia and a journalist who had a nose for news that Julius was known to be.
I’m a voracious reader myself, and for all of those 34 years of writing, while listening to someone, I have developed a feel for something new or improved or different. When I’m interviewing, I listen more than I ask questions. If you listen, it puts the other fellow at ease. Everybody loves a listener.
I believe the best moderating is not unlike the best interviewing – it doesn’t show. The other fellow doesn’t feel being moderated; it doesn’t look like he’s being interviewed. If you don’t know the answer, you ask the question. Even if you think you know, you should still ask – you can be wrong, or he may have some other things in mind that no one has ever thought of, and it may turn out to be a gem.
When a resource person tackled the hot issue of the day, Julius had the uncanny ability to raise a series of questions to make us understand its implications and significance from a wider perspective or from the viewpoint of national interest.
If you cannot escape the confines of your group’s ideology, if you cannot think outside the box, you cannot be a superb moderator. Sometimes you have to think without thinking of a box at all.
He would throw difficult, provocative and intriguing questions without sounding offensive or inquisitorial. When a person gets nervous, he loses his concentration. But Julius knew how to put the resource person at ease and in command of his thoughts. He would make the guest feel that he was doing great in his response and explanation. But that was only when the guest was saying sensible things. He also made it a point not to interrupt the guest when it was the latter’s turn to speak. That is a common fault of many a talk show or forum moderator that turns off the guest.
This is the point where you really need to know much more than the other fellow. If you want to ask intelligent questions, there is no substitute for knowledge beforehand. I can imagine Julius Fortuna thinking holistically, that is, thinking of the parts while thinking that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. With what he already knew, I can imagine he would be thinking vertically (as Tony Buzan with his mind map would) and thinking horizontally (as Edward de Bono with his lateral thinking technique would). I can also imagine the constant temptation to show off what he knew. The best moderator has the widest open mind, and Julius Fortuna must have been the best. I wish I had met him.
The task of the host-moderator is to break the ice, build up interest in the subject and keep the discussion flowing smoothly. He should know when to pause and let the panel of moderators and the audience have their turn to raise questions. That is a basic rule that Julius knew by heart and faithfully observed. In the same manner, he never hesitated to rule out any kibitzer asking nonsensical questions even it meant causing him embarrassment. Otherwise precious time would just be wasted and the forum would be taken for a ride by pseudo or hao-shiao newsmen.
That is to say, whoever the Kapihan guests were, they had met their match in Julius Fortuna, Moderator to the Max. Thank you, Julius Fortuna, for teaching us mortals the Virtue of Moderation.
Finally, I’m intrigued with the note that his friends Ding Gagelonia and Richard Rivera had cajoled him into blogging. So he uploaded on 12 January 2009 to his blog ‘East West Online’ (eastwestonline.blogspot.com) a post of 119 words in all, the first 2 sentences being:
It is my pleasure to join the new force in the field of information known as the blogging community. I must confess that I am not that familiar with computers and blogs, hence, I am glad to be inducted into this group, courtesy of my friends Ding Gagelonia and Richard Rivera.
He never followed up that small note in his blog. Julius Fortuna had met his match.