
A license to play kulintang music
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
With the way things are going, the answer could very well be yes.
I came to this realization in Berkeley where we own a restaurant. Along University Ave, it serves Indonesian food, has copies of Philippine News but something that we’ve been offering to patrons for a limited time is live kulintang music played by yours truly.
Now, I know what you are thinking. Kulintang music is an orchestral-type of music and shouldn’t be played solo but let me say this, being the only restaurant that has a kulintang in the States is pretty special. For our customers, many of them non-Filipinos, exposure to Filipino culture is something totally new and exciting.
Recently though our special offering of live music has attracted the attention of performance rights organizations such as Broadcast Music Incorporated (BMI). BMI called the restaurant informing us that in order to play live music, we needed a license from them.
According to BMI, all businesses that have live music are required to pay license fees to ensure that the songwriters and publishers they represent would get their compensation for income made from the playing of their music.
Now, I could understand that if our live music involved Western songs created by and performed by, for example the Beatles, who’d deserve their fair share of royalties from those who’d profit from their songs. However, in this case, this involves traditional music from the Philippines.
For background, this is a very ancient Filipino tradition, passed down orally from one generation to another. Copyright issues in this case should therefore be handled differently.
BMI didn’t think so of course. BMI was insistent that basically all music had some form of copyright and no matter what, to make sure we didn’t violate any of their copyrights, we had to purchase a license from them for $295. However insistent I was that this is ubiquitous form of music in some parts of the Philippines, BMI representatives would bring up the “Happy Birthday defense,” which basically states that even the “Happy Birthday” song -- ubiquitous in America -- is copyrighted and someone receives royalties for it.
Good for “Happy Birthday” but I’ll provide an argument why kulintang music doesn’t fit that paradigm.
First, as previously argued, kulintang music is an ancient tradition. Unlike “Happy Birthday,” there is no name to the exact originator of this music or its piece. This was a form of music created over centuries to become what it is today and no single person is entitled to be the soul creator of such and such a piece. BMI insisted that it doesn’t matter: as long as someone copyrights it first it’s basically finder’s keepers and loser’s weepers for those who didn’t copyright it first.
Secondly, unlike “Happy Birthday,” there isn’t just one version of kulintang pieces. For instance, for the kulintang composition, Duyug, there could be hundreds of different versions because what makes this music so special is the improvisations involved. Players, especially expert ones, could play different renditions every time and indeed they may never play the exact piece twice. For “Happy Birthday,” there may be new versions of it but everyone needs to sing the original song in order to be in unison. The fact that kulintang pieces are like an ever-evolving palette makes copyrighting such pieces next to impossible.
Thirdly, for the communities that play this music, it is seen as a public music, something to be shared with others, meaning close neighbors or musicians from other provinces. Who owned what copyright to what piece was a non-issue for them; being able to play competitively was the most important factor they were interested in.
Copyright laws have their purpose in music that has a legitimate songwriter/publisher, to protect songs he/she created from others using it without their permission. However, in this case of traditional Filipino music, copyrights seem almost absurd. What kulintang artist, who has been playing this traditional form of music for ages, must now pay royalties to someone who decides to copyright it? Add to that is the fact that there are so many versions of one piece with new ones created everyday, how would an artist know which version is copyrighted with BMI and which isn’t? BMI told me this situation is a Catch-22 -- but to be safe, we should purchase a license from them anyway.
Kulintang music knows no boundaries and artists freely went where they needed to go to create the music we know today. Copyrights however create boundaries, fencing in areas allowed for artist to roam. If indeed this is what its come down to, the essence of what made kulintang music great - the ability to improvise - could soon be dead.
And by the way if you think this is over, think again. On Thursday, Feb. 8, Sony called. They also want us to buy a license. - PDM
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Learning about the RP with Google in the Sky (UNEDITED VERSION)
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Here’s a program you should download: Google earth.
My Uncle Henry suggested it a while back. I initially didn’t download it when I first learned about it but when I did - Wow.
Incredible. What can I say - It’s like having the globe at your fingertips.
The features are amazing. Just like your desktop globe, you could turn it anyway you please but unlike it, on this globe you could zoom into a particular region of your choosing coming in like a freak asteroid straight for you destination or like the space shuttle coming in for a more angled landing. Checkmark the “terrain” box and the topography becomes three dimensional. The mountain ranges from Himalayas in Nepal to the Andes that straddle Chile and Argentina immediately come to life, showing their dramatic slopes and valleys. The same could be said by checking the “3D buildings” box where the skylines of major American cities are revealed with correct proportions. It’s still in its primitive stages, with the buildings appearing pretty boxy and colorless, but it gives you a great perspective of how the city’s landscape would appear from a certain location on the map.
The feature that has intrigued me the most though is the detailed satellite images they’ve done, in particular for populated areas. Some of them are so detailed, you could basically pick out you house and even better, a tree or bush in your front or backyard if you knew where to look. More importantly - to me at least - using such images gave me a great way to learn about the Philippines.
I know - nothing beats the real thing but since I’ve haven’t been to the Philippines yet, Google Earth was the best way to go about it. And since I love maps, even when I was a kid, the program gave me a great way to learn the road network in Metro Manila - however convoluted it is - so I won’t get lost when I get there. As the expression goes - hit the ground running if you know what I mean.
At first though, the program was pretty disappointing. Last year, much of the Philippines was basically a big blur. From afar the image of the islands and the surrounding seas were ok but zooming in more closely into cities like Caloocan and Taguig, only blurry images of building and roads could be picked up. Nothing very helpful. While places like Singapore and Hong Kong had detailed images of their cities, the Philippines’ largest metropolis was still a fuzzy blur. There were exceptions surprisingly - like Angeles City and Cavite, both of whom had detailed pictures but places like Metro Cebu, Davao and Manila were still unrecognizable.
The breakthrough came this year just around Philippine Independence Day. A major update of satellite images took place and the entire Metro Manila could be seen clearly using the program. There were still some technically difficulties, such as clouds taken during shots of the ground, darkening some parts of the city and at worst literally covering it - like the central business district of Mataki - but further updates removed those flaws.
Frankly, it’s been great. My parents were able to show me where they lived. My dad was able to find the location of their family home near the intersection of Vito Cruz and President Sergio Osmena in the Manila’s San Andreas Bukid. My mom was able to find her house, albeit after three or so hours, on Supnet in Quezon City’s Project 7. Mind you the last time they were in the Philippines was in the late seventies so I’m sure even their directions were a bit rusty but at least, finally those places they’d always tell me about actually have a location on the world map I could refer to.
As excited I was seeing the district where my grandma went shopping with my dad (Divisadora), the universities where my parents went to (FEATI and UE), and some of the buildings my grandpa reconstructed following World War II (i.e. the Post Office at the end of Taft Ave), there was something disturbing about the images as well. A couple of houses away from where my Dad lived, just down the street from La Paz Elementary School were houses that ceased to follow the block format, had roofs that were smaller and grayish, and had streets that seemed unplanned my first sight of what they call, “informal settlements.”
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Well, Philip. Even you who’ve never been there should know the Philippines is a developing country and as such, downtrodden neighborhoods are bound to exist.”
Well. I realize that - however what I hadn’t expected was the magnitude of the situation. It’s one thing looking at such areas from a picture at street level - it’s a whole other thing to see these areas from the sky.
The informal neighborhood which exist east of where my dad’s house is, is pretty extensive - over hundred houses and even worst, this neighborhood was only the tip of the iceberg. You could find hundreds of these places squeezed between warehouses adjacent to the SLEX, craved out of the banks of the Pasig River and along and on what seems to be the Chinese-government’s-promised North Rail Project. Basically, all one needs to do is follow the line of houses up to Bulacan to figure out where the rail line formerly was and is now going to be built.
And it wasn’t the poverty that threw me off but the depth, the very enormity of it all. For instance, the entrance road to the North Harbor is flanked with scores of informal residences making it one of the larger communities I’ve seen, with some settlements that were 20 or so roofs away from the main thoroughfare. I wonder if those truck drivers passing that place everyday realize how deep those places really go. Even my dad was surprised because when he was growing, the walls outside Intramurous where filled with settlers (now replaced by a golf course) but still even he doesn’t remember such residences extending from the mouth of the Pasig all the way into the bay itself.
By far, my biggest disappointment was using Google Earth to compare our metropolis with our neighbors. The only one that comes close to resembling our situation is Bangkok. Of course, even their squatters seemed to exist in communities of only 10 or 20 houses, scattered sporadically through their metro - their impact not nearly as imposing as the ones in Metro Manila.
Even my girlfriend, who has gotten lost when entering similar informal communities before in North Jakarta, was stunned by some of the locations our government has allowed informal settlers to occupy: A street across from some glistening skyscrapers in Makati; bordering fences near the NAIA runway; propped-up against property opposite of Malacanang Palace. She told me the Indonesian government back home would never allow such structures to even come near such high-profile areas.
In fact, in Jakarta, such communities are the target of crackdowns from the government. With little notice, the government would evacuate such places, bulldozing them within hours of informing them, forcing many of the evicted into the street. A look using Google Earth shows how drastic their place is compared to ours. Much of their city, especially the interior, is slumless.
It’s highly unlikely that would happen in the Philippines. We actually have compassion for our people when evicting them - compassion enough to compensate for their loss homes by building them another one someplace else, usually at the fringes of the city. Some swindlers even took advantage of this kindness, selling the materials from their homes and moving back to their original spots to get another one to the ire of Noli De Castro, but hey - at least we tried. Unfortunately, unlike Jakarta, Manila takes such steps usually when building big projects, like NorthRail - not just because they see another potential big eyesore. I think that policy should be changed.
Now, I’m not saying we should go full throttle like Indonesia and demolish everything we don’t like. That would be inhumane. We’re better than that.
Instead, the least the government should do is mandate places of interest - especially those with importance in business or tourism affairs - off limits, so foreigners would be spared the first impression of interpreting us as a poverty-stricken country with an ineffective government. We always wonder why foreign investors pass us by for our neighbors but think about it - who in their right mind would want to invest their millions in our country when the first thing they see across the tarmac are “homes along the airport.”
It may be funny to us, noting we even made it into a television show, but I don’t think they’re laughing. - PDM
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Try Wikipedia
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Have you ever heard of Wikipedia? Well if you haven’t, I implore you to check it out.
Wikipedia is the web’s solution to the encyclopedia. This online encyclopedia is free, made from the collaborative efforts of hundreds of volunteers willing to spend their precious time, contributing and editing hundreds of articles in an effort to make the world’s most comprehensive resource. It’s an amazing achievement. With the help of only amateurs, this online reference source was able to approach one and a half million articles.
Now, what really has made Wikipedia so interesting it that anyone can edit it. Really, anyone. For instance, using my knowledge of musical instruments, I’ve contributed about 14 or so articles to Wikipedia extensively dealing with Philippine instruments like the dabakan to the kutiyapi, a Philippine boat-lute.
Articles relating to the Philippines don’t just stop there. All kinds of Philippine-related topics have been contributed already. From extensive articles relating to the history of the Philippines to detailed articles about topics like eskrima and even recent-events like the Hello Garci-scandal, many Philippine-related articles have already been written or are in the process of being written.
Some of these articles, like those about Metro Manila’s LRT and MRT to Mount Pinatubo, have even been rated as featured articles - the highest ranking an article on Wikipedia could achieve.
And you could also find Filipino or Philippine-related topics on Wikipedia in other languages such as German, Italian, Espanol - and (would you believe) even Filipino languages. There are now hundreds of topics written in Tagalog, Ilokano, Cebuano, Waray, and Kapampangan just to name a few.
Because the “anyone can edit” policy could leave Wikipedia and its topics open to vandalism, Wikipedia has created a unique solution to combat the problem. Users could “watch” articles literally (like a neighborhood watch group), given them an up-to-the-minute view of any changes anyone makes to articles on their watch list. Anything that doesn’t fit into their protocol or is considered off-topic could be quickly removed and reverted back to its previous state.
Now this doesn’t mean that all of the information that ends up as part of Wikipedia is considered correct. Questionable information in the articles is usually the subject of debate. When dealing with such unverifiable information, Wikipedians would have discussions on talk pages attached the articles in question, debating whether or not certain points should be included or removed.
Even I’ve been involved in the act.
For instance, one statement on the Philippine page stated that, “The Philippines is the third-largest Christian nation, after the United States and Brazil.” I argued that it was a “highly suspicious” claim since the United States and Brazil weren’t the only populated countries in the world with large Christian populations. Researching other stats on more populated countries on Wikipedia itself, Mexico, the 11th largest country was 95% Christian making it have a Christian population of 101.65 million people. Even Russia had a 58% of its population that were Christian, given them a total of 83 million people adhering to Christianity. Since, only 92% of the Philippines is Christian (that would be 76.4 million people (out of 83 million) that are Christian), it make us only the fifth largest Christian country.
Another instance where I found something incorrect was a statement on the “Filipino American” page, where it was stated under the subtitle, “Settlements and little Manilas”, that “San Francisco also has a large Filipino American community, mostly concentrated in the Pacific Heights section as an estimated 65,000 Filipinos live in that city.” I argued, just from experience, that Filipinos definitely weren’t concentrated in the neighborhood of Pacific Heights but in substantial numbers in places like Excelsior, Oceanview, SOMA, Mission and Sunset Districts.
As of the writing of this piece, the former has been addressed while the latter suggestion has not.
Indeed, there are things in need of change and considerable editing but that’s part of the growing process of producing an online encyclopedia that hundreds and hundreds of folks could participate it.
At this point, it stands as an incredible resource for Filipinos trying to learn about themselves, their own culture, their own heritage and I encourage anyone, especially Filipinos, to help out.
And who knows? You may have some valuable to contribute. - PDM
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Interesting Asian American business stats
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I think it was a few months ago when I was listening to the car radio and a report came out that stated the number of Asian American businesses have increased in number by 25 percent, a stat said to have surpassed the national average by nearly fifty percent.
Those stats, taken by the U.S. Census Bureau, were just another confirmation of the model minority status that Asian Americans have garnered. The Census Bureau’s director Louis Kincannon is quoted online as saying, “The robust revenues of Asian-owned firms and the growth in the number of businesses provide yet another indicator that minority entrepreneurs are at the forefront as engines for growth in our economy.”
And the numbers – they’re pretty impressive if you ask me. For instance, the Chinese, a community slated as having upwards of 2.7 million people in America, had whopping 290,197 businesses, an incredible number making more than 10% of their population entrepreneurs. Alone, their businesses generated $106.3 billions dollars in 2002. Not bad.
Now, as impressed I was by those numbers on paper, I was wondering, were Filipino Americans also participating in this Asian American business “growth”?
Remember, we always brag we are the second largest Asian American group (and maybe even the largest by some officials, if you account for the undocumented) so, it would be logical that if we were as large in population in this country as the Chinese or Indians, we would have a similar number of businesses as they do.
Well, however logical we think about this, that logic doesn’t always follow thru though. Instead, we find the bureau reporting Filipino Americans operate only 128,223 businesses, a far cry from the almost 300,000 businesses the Chinese own. In fact, the U.S. census bureau records that Filipinos aren’t the second largest group of Asian American entrepreneurs. Not even the third or even fourth. We’re the only the fifth largest Asian group of entrepreneurs, with Vietnamese Americans having more businesses than us with 147,081 businesses. Statistically, therefore for every Filipino American entrepreneur, there are three Chinese and two Indian entrepreneurs.
And that’s not even the most interesting statistic I’ve found. Crunching the numbers, you could calculate the receipts an average Chinese American firm received annually to get the average revenue per Chinese business: $366,302.
Not bad. Indian, Korean and Japanese business also made an average of $384,983, $296,777 and $352,278 per business, respectively.
And how have Filipinos fared you ask? Simple calculation of our 128,223 businesses making cumulative revenue of $14.6 billion dollars (in 2002) comes out to an average of $114,062 per Filipino business. Yup. For every dollar the average Filipino American business makes, a Chinese American business would make three dollars.
Now, the reasons for the discrepancies – well, the U.S. Census doesn’t go into that. Could it be because many Filipino American businesses that are listed are not running, dragging down the average revenues of all our businesses? Or maybe because there happens to be a small portion of highly successful Chinese and Indian American businesses with revenues in the tens of millions, leading to much higher average revenues than us? Who really knows?
Indeed, if one was to ignore the extrapolations set forth by me above and take the numbers as there are, it paints a different picture – one that is not as rosy for our business community as the headline the U.S. Census Bureau entitled the press release to be. Indeed, compared to our other Asian American counterparts with robust growth, our stint with entrepreneurship has been relatively tame.
And that doesn’t seem to be a surprising result. Remember, for Filipinos in this regard, our emphasis is placed on achieving an education, where the end result would be a good paying job enabling us the ability to live carefree lives. Setting up a business, with all the hassles of all the licenses to get, the regulations to follow and most importantly the risk involved would seem folly for the average Filipino who would rather attain immediate stability by being hired by someone else permanently.
But hey – there may also be a bright side to this. Perhaps, these statistics also suggest that since there is still a lot of territory to cover within our own community that we have yet to tap, we may have a whole lot of growth to fill in the future. There is bound to be much more business opportunities within our community we have yet to dig for since the ratio of our own businesses to our population is really low in comparison to other Asian Americans.
So let’s start exploring. - PDM
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Don’t ruin our nurses’ reputation
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Last week I was watching TV Patrol when the nursing board exam scandal came up. I initially thought, “Not a big deal. Just another one of those stories. Chatter over here; a resignation over there. All blown out of proportion.” This is commonplace when watching our news programming.
Until… Bam! As I was on the plane over to Nashville, this headline made it to page four of Monday’s New York Times: “Scandal Over Nurses’ Exam Stirs Unease in Philippines.” O Jesus!
You know, in this age of frightening times, why on earth are we adding to the flames. Do those in the Philippines know how scary such news reads to Americans? Look what the paper had in bold print: “A credibility crisis for the top supplier of nurses to Americans.”
Just a few months ago, local news in the Bay Area kept tabs on nurses working in the San Francisco Bay Area hospitals due to a number of deaths at some of the local hospitals, specifically those under Kaiser Permanente. Reputations were on the line as the news went on about each death that occurred during that month.
It was scary. Who wants to go to a hospital where there is more harm than good?
Yes, some incidents were caused by the incompetence of those staff at the time but Jesus Christ, don’t let them find some other excuse – like the hiring of foreign nurses as a reason. We’ll be an easy scapegoat.
Now, what I still don’t comprehend from this fiasco in Manila is the logic behind it? If what some of the students said is true, that someone high up at the Philippine Nursing Association leaked the answers of the exams. I really don’t see the purpose behind doing so? So you let a few others cheat to pass the exam so now the turnover rate at nursing schools could increase? Yea! A few more nurses.
Really? Wouldn’t a leak cause more damage to not just the nurses’ reputation aboard but the institutions themselves who would be seeing numbers of nursing enrollees plummet. You only need one whistleblower and the whole system goes kaput.
Of course, if the Philippine Nurses Association was right all along and this was caused by a few disgruntled students, the question is: why? Turning your back and saying, “We’ll screw you all” while holding up two middle fingers in the air, that isn’t the way to go. Instead of retaking the exam again another time, you’d rather take down the whole system with you. Not only have you ruined the chances for your fellow classmates to find satisfying jobs around the country, you also ruined your own chance of even being able to get a good job if you ever retake the test again.
But whoever the culprit/s, I hope they realize the implications they have set into motion. Our economy basically rests on the caring shoulders of our nurses and now it’s our own nurses who have been stricken with a potentially damaging disease.
We can only hope that this just blows over and doesn’t spread to other professional schools in the country. The best we Filipinos could do now to prove our credibility. The many decades of experience our foreign nurses have caring for the sick around the world should bear this out. - PDM
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Where do you stand on the war?
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I don’t like stating my stance about issues concerning war. I’d like to, especially in these days of conflict, but I don’t because in this country, you’ll likely end up either at the end of one of two extremes: the “for war” crowd or the “against war” bunch.
Haven’t you ever noticed? Either you’re portrayed as a war hawk, stomping the pulpit for blood or you’re seen as someone siding with the enemy; weak and unpatriotic.
To place such a debate about something as engaging as war in such a context is ridiculous and it’s no wonder why when you listen to radio or the cable networks, much of the conversation consists of rambling personal attacks upon the other side instead of intelligent debate about the issues. Such talk is not only damaging to society but for most Americans; it’s terrifying. Who wants to be seen as a “warmonger” or a “coward”? I surely wouldn’t.
Since we are Filipinos, we should easily understand why a debate on the grounds of “pro or anti” war fails miserably at the historical level. For instance, the Philippine-American War -- that nearly forgotten war. Here was a people at the cusp of winning their freedom from their own colonizers subjected to the authority of another colonial power in a brutal and uncompromising way.
For those of you who are pro-war all the time, you would be hard-pressed to prove that their drive to war was in the best interest of the civilian population a good portion of whom -- one-hundred thousand or more -- were killed as a result of the ensuring hardship caused by the American push across the country. You may try to say, “Well, we were able to build a successful and sustaining colony after that war making our intervention via the Philippine-American War beneficial for the Philippines and Filipinos as a whole,” but I’d likely counter by asking, “Why did America need to follow such a treacherous and deceitful road for their own personal gain? Couldn’t there have been better way?”
On the other hand, World War II presents the other side of the coin for us Filipinos. It was a war with unfortunate civilian causalities, but there was the imperative to win. Here was a people, again on the cusp of having the freedom to run their own government, suddenly incorporated into a newly forming Asian Empire. The oppressive Japanese forces ruled us with an iron fist, implementing a puppet government, only to be run out of the Philippines thanks to the valiant efforts of the American and Filipino liberating forces.
For those of you who are pro-peace, you would be hard-pressed to prove that we should have just submitted to the Japanese without a fight. Research has concluded that the Japanese had in fact wanted to have the Americans submit to peace instead of wage war against them. Their tactic was to claim as much territory as possible, hopefully keeping that territory by breaking America’s will to fight via the swift destruction of America’s Pacific Fleet. Thank goodness Americans were able to rev up their war machine to start the liberation process, thus effectively saving the Philippines.
In Manila, tens of thousands of Filipinos were killed in the ensuing firebombing of the city to rid us of the remaining Japanese soldiers. But wasn’t it worth it? Could you imagine the Americans having to stop the war at every step of the way to account for the vulnerable civilian population? Perhaps the Battle of Manila wouldn’t have been finished like it had. It may have extended for many months, even years, noting how tough the Japanese will was.
Instead of thinking about the war in those terms, I think a more logical way of debating the war would be asking whether or not it was a just one or an unjust one. Such a system would allow one the leeway to support good wars and denounce bad ones. People could choose to say for example that the Philippine-American War was unjust and another war, World War II was just.
Chances are if the debate was focused along these two parameters, more Americans would be able to voice their opinion and not be afraid of being placed on one of two extremes that exist now. - PDM
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Say something or nothing at all
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I’m very concerned these days. A sense of unease has come upon me, and the reasons cannot be clearly written in stone.
I was attempting to publish a column piece last week called “Five Years Later,” commenting on the terror of September 11 and why the extremists had targeted America. It was tough going as my editors here at Philippine News and I debated on whether to publish it or not. My material basically got so watered down with editing that we reached a decision not to run the piece.
Of course, this won’t stop me from trying to resurrect and revise it, and see it through publication. I strongly believe my views on this subject should be heard.
That incident made me realize how disturbing the problem was: there are limitations as to what can be expressed in our society today. It’s not due to censorship, but to the times that we all live in. We weren’t worried about the government clamping down on our expressiveness. Instead, it’s the way some people would have reacted to what we wanted to say -- however truthful the subject matter is, no matter how sensitively and sensibly we phrase our thoughts.
It’s very hard to express your views about the horrors of 9/11 without being able to name your foe. It’s like aiming a gun with only blanks in it … no purpose, no spunk. An image of Teddy Roosevelt walking softly with no stick comes to mind.
I wonder if in our hesitation to criticize and vilify our enemies, in print at least, we are actually providing them some protection, an immunity of sorts. In stark contrast, those who have done us wrong are enjoying the freedom to say all they want against us while we cower in silence – toe the line, sit back, and feign insensitivity.
Don’t we all live by the golden tenet, “Do unto others as you have them do unto you?” If we are concerned about the welfare and sensitivities of others, I believe everyone else should. No exceptions. Why should there be people who can get away with ignoring the golden rule?
I think we have come to a point where we should decide once and for all whether to say everything, or nothing. Either we choose the freedom to express all our opinions unabated, or withhold everything in undue deference to other people’s sensitivities. This is something we should debate about. Seeing a network like Viacom restrict an image of Mohammed and an adult-cartoon show, South Park, allow Jesus Christ to be trampled upon, clearly illustrates the problem we are facing. Why the double standard?
You may wonder why I speak in such vague terms.
Here is a limit on who and what we could speak of here in America. It may seem logical for some, but it sets a dangerous precedent for all of us in the long run.
- PDM
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Common Sense Driving
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
This really amazes me sometimes.
I was driving down 101 in a region of the highway where traffic starts to decongest right after the 101-280 split. Traffic normally starts speeding up past the 65 mph speed limit after the junction but I happened to be a few cars behind a container truck.
As we started climbing the hill, the truck started slowing down, really slowing down. At first I thought we were approaching a traffic jam but from two lanes out I saw that truck was signaling his intention to turn right and amazing he did so at a whopping 5 mph. This truck veered off slowly in a 60 degree angle towards the exit, blocking traffic. You’d expect all the cars affected would be blaring their horns but seeing how audacious the act was, it wasn’t even worth it. This act went beyond regular traffic mishap into the realm of the unthinkable.
As the interstate system celebrates its 50th anniversary of connecting sea to shining sea, the country has come to the point of how to alleviate this overburdened system. Some roadways are deteriorating; L.A.-like congestions are now affecting all parts of the country and generally speaking, the amount of freeways have remained constants for many decades while the amount of automobiles have risen considerably. Governments have met this challenge head on by expanding mass transit systems, with an army of buses, trolleys and trains but even with the millions spent on alternative means of getting around, the public is still basically stuck -- in traffic.
Recently, for California at least, Governor Schwarzenegger has announced an enormous bond measure of $200 billion directed for transportation, specifically for our highways. Roadways will be wider, carpool lanes will be longer, on-ramps and off-ramps in need of major redesign will be overhauled and perhaps even a whole slew of new interstates within the state will be created.
Now, wait. As much as I like the sound of the new initiative, I think that solves only half the problem. The other half of the problem has nothing to do with the ailment of concrete on the road but with those sitting in the driver’s seat. What’s the use of increasing the number of lanes on the highways from 8 to 10 if a tractor-trailer whips around and blocks two lanes of the highway to get to an exit? No matter how many lanes you put up, people would still have to stop for this recklessness.
I suggest that if they really want to decrease traffic congestion, don’t just overhaul the roadway system -- overhaul the way driver’s licenses are dispensed as well. Knowing where the hazard light is in the car is great but I believe that our DMV instructors should place more emphasis on real world situations than what they’ve been testing now. How drivers merge onto freeways, change lanes at high speeds and read signs along the highway -- these are the qualities drivers must have in the 21st century.
Perhaps the most important quality an instructor should be looking for though is simply common sense. I have witnessed (and I’m sure some of you drivers have too) so many drivers at the last instant, would cut many cars in order to reach an exit or a splitting junction. Where’s the common sense in that? Driver’s handbooks and exams should emphasize that in situations where it’s too dangerous to get to a destination, one should continue in their present path until they find a route to return in the opposite direction to safely reach their destination. Not doing so may not only lead to accidents but would more likely, especially in situations where there is high traffic flow, lead to a surge of break lights turning into a traffic jam.
Having a society with drivers well-educated in driving protocol and with a firm grasp of common sense would greatly reduce the amount of congestion across the United States. Much of the infrastructure already in place on our interstate system should be able to handle the amount of traffic already on them but because of situations like the one explained above, they are unable to do so. All you need is one reckless move from one driver and the rush hour is screwed.
We could think throwing more concrete and asphalt at the problem would solve our congestion woes but as long as I end up stopped in the carpool lane of the tollbooth because a car doesn’t understand that people don’t have to pay during rush hour, I’m sure there will continue to be traffic for silly reasons for years to come.
- PDM
See this article,"Common Sense Driving" in Philippine News. Click here.
My Two Cents on Global Warming
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I’m sure you’ve heard the rhetoric already. Global warming has caused havoc upon our fragile environment. Stories in the media abound about the loss of polar ice caps, the rise in sea levels and the escalating frequency of powerful hurricanes all due to the increase in greenhouse gas emissions into our atmosphere. Stirring warnings have been given from the likes of Stephen Hawking, the famed theoretical scientist, who recently believed the world would end up like Venus with storms of sulfuric acid raining down upon us.
I don’t think many would dispute the impact global warming is having upon the world. Even Governor Schwarzenegger and President Bush have admitted its existence to some degree. I also understand the impact global warming is having but I have issues when it comes to some of the responses we have taken to lessen its impact because it goes against the theory of evolution.
Here’s my understanding. According to Evolution, organisms change over time in order to increase their chances for survival. Only those that have adapted to their changing surroundings will come out on top while those that haven’t adapted, would die off, becoming extinct. Our influence on the environment has increased recently the rate of extinctions vastly with hundreds of species on the brink whether from the destruction of the rainforests or the changing directions of the world’s ocean currents. In response, environmentalists have placed endangered species in captivity, releasing them back into the wild only when suitable conditions have returned.
In a way it’s a good idea but in a way it’s not. As much as I would like to save every species on earth, I believe that saving every species upsets the evolutionary setup based on extinctions that have been running for millions of years.
Those who try to save every species on Earth fail to realize that species are rarely stagnant. Had we locked the world during a certain period of the time, say 20 million years ago and saved all the species without letting them evolve, we would never have the elephants, giraffes and whales that we have today. We would have fauna of 20 million years ago, which would now be obsolete for our present-day environment. The earth continually throws disasters after disaster, from asteroids to massive volcanic eruptions, testing which organisms would succeed and those that will ultimately fail. This makes species more dynamic in nature and extinctions of species help that process along.
If one could see from the organism’s perceptive human activity as another stress on the environment (as opposed to a strange anomaly in earth’s history that is here inevitably to destroy life), one would understand that we are just another test to see who could survive the effects of burning fossil fuels and those who will not.
This doesn’t mean it’s ok to go out and kill all the species you find because it’s “survival of the fittest” anyways. Instead, what I’m suggesting is that it’s illogical to save every species of the world from the effects of our presence. For instance, warming of the ocean waters may leave the present coral reefs susceptible to disease but that same warming may make other places which were formerly averse to cold to have sustained coral reefs, areas where corals could now grow and thrive -- again, another example of evolution in action.
On a species standpoint, there exists only one species that will be impacted by global warming -- it’s us. Whereas other species adapt and evolve to suit the environment they live in, we attempt to keep the environment stagnant for our own benefit. We build sand bars to provide protection for our homes along the Jersey Shore and the Outer Banks; we make levies to provide flood protection from our sprawling cities; we build fire lines to stop wildfires from spreading into our neighborhoods. We cannot accept the fact that the boundaries of the beaches change year to year, that those rivers could flood and change course all the time and that wildfires are a normal process of rebirth for the land. When our fail safe ventures give up, we wonder why they didn’t work, not understanding that they weren’t meant to work because it upsets the natural processes of life.
Humans may be threatened by the effects of global warming but for the environment, it sees it (and human activity in general) as a normal part of the evolutionary process. In the unlikely event, Hawking’s predictions come true; we’ll be the ones running to the moon. The ecosystem on the other hand, will adapt -- to the point, millions of years later, whole kingdoms would use sulfur and not carbon as their main building block.
Anything is possible. - PDM
See this article,"My Two Cents on Global Warming" in Philippine News. Click here.
The Most Important Code
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Maybe I missed something.
Recently, I went to watch that controversial film the Da Vinci Code, two days after its premiere.
Now, I’m not really sure why there was so much controversy behind this film. The movie was O.K. lang. Although, it wasn’t the best produced movie this year and was lacking some pizzazz in the suspense category, overall the movie came out as a cool classic, a nice detective story about a conspiracy behind the origins of the Christianity.
Catholics and other Christian groups came out strongly against the novel/movie because of that. But if they did it to stop me from watching, it didn’t help. Actually, to tell you the truth, the fact archbishops denounced it as “gross and absurd” and full of “cheap lies,” made others, like me, even more interested in what the fuss was about. If you really didn’t want me to watch the film, please don’t make a big deal about it. Keep it off my radar screen. Don’t come out with comments about “excessive self-flagellation” and “fleeting sexual rituals” like Filipino Catholics did. Even the satirical show, The Daily Show, made it clear such comments from back home could actually be perceived as encouraging and not the other way around.
But, what really raised my eyebrows about the criticism coming out about the Da Vinci Code was the sense that questioning the Bible was wrong. I’m not saying that being able to criticize movies like the Passions or the Da Vinci Code shouldn’t be allowed. That’s not the country we live in. But making things, even as sacred as the Bible, out of the reach of those who may question its validity is unfathomable.
At the high school I attended, we questioned the Bible all the time. The Jesuits who ran the school had such a reputation that it was feared they would go totally against Catholic ideals before the 8th graders graduated.
Just look at their curriculum. The first semester of freshman year started off with an in-depth look into the Old Testament. Stories in Genesis like Adam and Eve and the Tower of Babel were explained as stories created just to help explain to early followers how language and humans came into being. Other stories such as Noah’s Ark were explained scientifically: The great flood Noah encountered for 40 days was really just a local flood occurring in some portion of the Middle East.
In sophomore year, we examined the New Testament. Discrepancies in the Gospels were solved by seeing if stories matched up in two or more books which made them more likely to be true than if it were found in only one gospel. Jesus’ miracles, such as walking on water or multiplying loaves of bread and fish, were seen as exaggerations by writers to emphasize that Jesus was the Son of God. Only miracles involving helping and curing others were seen as true and in line with Jesus’ real message. Basically, since the Bible was just like any ‘oral’ tradition, it was likely to have been passed on with major modifications and some exaggerations. We were basically asked to look through all those changes and filter them out to find the true messages in those books.
Now, should you be totally convinced just because the Jesuits teach these to their students? Of course not. We are all entitled to our own opinion. The same kind of thinking should apply to the Da Vinci Code. Believe what you will but there should be nothing wrong with presenting them either.
Who cares if Jesus was celibate or had a lasting bloodline stemming from his relationship with Mary Magdalene. The most important part of being a Christian are the values that we share with others. - PDM
See this article,"The Most Important Code," in Philippine News. Click here.
The Nursing Conundrum
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Should the United States lift the cap on the number of nurses allowed into the country to address the limited supply of nurses in America?
Those against it are fuming that the provision places the very health of the Philippines in jeopardy, leaving a crumbling health system in its wake. Vacancies for nursing jobs in the Philippines hover in the tens of thousands. In his Philstar column, Max Soliven argues that hundreds of hospitals have closed due to this. It has become a national tragedy.
The New York Times article seemed bizarrely angled toward concern over the loss of the African nurses and compensation for their loss although I must say that seeing the chart of nurses immigrating to the U.S., the 80 and 60 nurses immigrating from the African nations of Nigeria and Kenya in 2005 barely make as much as an impact to their countries than the massive influx of nurses form the Philippines: 4,594 nurses. Dear Goodness -- if there should be one country in need of some compensation it should be ours.
But here’s the thing that bugs me about going against the provision. What’s the use of having a nurse in our country when they could barely provide for their own family making less than $200 a month? They spent all that time being educated and they’re barely making it by. If they were given the opportunity to make $36,000 a year starting in the United States, shouldn’t we give them a chance? With that amount of money, they would not only be able to provide for their immediate family but even their extended family as well.
Think about it for a minute. Let’s see the possibilities.
Allowing a large number of nurses into the United States would increase the remittances back into the country. That’s obvious. Now, with such a large influx of nurses entering the United States, Filipinos back home would be encouraged even more to enter nursing school as they see is as “loophole” around the already long line into this country. Demand for nursing courses would increase the amount of nursing programs, allowing nurses to uplift their own family’s living conditions back home, and providing for them to get an education and hopefully also become nurses.
Now, you’re thinking this doesn’t seem to help solve the problem of no healthcare in the country. Well, I’m coming to that.
As you raise the living conditions, more likely than not, more and more families in the Philippines would be wealthy enough to afford some kind of healthcare and therefore demand for it should likely rise. If the Philippines can couple that with interest in the medical tourism so patients from America and Japan looking for affordable healthcare can come to the Philippines, perhaps you would be able to raise the wages for doctors and nurses in our country enough that they will find no need to leave anymore.
Is this an easy fix? Of course not. Something like this needs time to develop.
So let’s not waste an opportunity to raise our living conditions. Look by 2020, the United States would be in deficit of 800,000 nurses needed to serve its ever aging population, more than enough spots to get our country on its feet.
We need nurses yes. But what’s the use if millions of Filipinos, including the nurses themselves, are starving and could barely afford the medical services provided? - PDM
See this article,"The Nursing Conundrum," in Philippine News. Click here.
Dear cousins,
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I recovered all the e-mails you sent me and pasted it onto Notepad and printed it out at work. 33 pages. It reads like a literary novel – a diary of correspondence.
Very interesting -- humbling even -- the stories. Some of them troubling, but you were able to pull through and that indeed is amazing. I don’t think I would have been able to pull through if I were in your position. Your issues make our problems trivial, even stupid. Basic needs are issues in your lives and though we don’t have such issues, it’s sad we still have problems in our lives. I’m happy that with all that you guys have gone through and are still going through you’ve never lost hope and were led in the right direction.
Now, in relation to the balikbayan boxes, I am happy that you enjoyed the contents. Personally, I didn’t think it was impressive and that’s why, hiya ako when hauling it off to the Philippines. The fact that you were happy with them though made me pleasantly surprised.
Of course, seeing your reaction to the box makes me wonder what your impression about the United States of America is. Based on the box, it really does seem like some magical place where angels bring boxes of goodies to the lowland like Santa does every 25th of December. You guys consider the Philippines as an abysmal, desolate place of political carnage, a train filled with desperate and unfortunate people on a break-less path straight into the rock-hard fist of an enormous mountain. And knowing your position, as of now, you’re right to believe that’s so.
Here in America, though the basic needs of most people are met. There are no brownouts on a regular basis - the water system is fantastic - highways lead you to all parts of the country - and jobs are relatively plentiful all around. For basic sustenance - America is fine.
However, not everything that glitters in America is gold. Beautiful postcards of San Francisco show a picturesque scene of cable cars but a block away from the cable car turnabout people beg in the street, folks line up along soup kitchens and those in raggedy clothes push shopping carts filled with plastic bags. In Tennessee, where your Auntie lives, Wal-Mart may have low, low prices but just down a couple of streets, trailer parks exist where clothes hang outside to dry, trash is strewn on neglected lawns and the road not only has potholes but isn’t even paved. And in the city of Brotherly Love, known for the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall, places just north of there look like Afghanistan. Vacant lots piled with trash and abandoned cars abound while the row houses that are still up are either boarded up or have only half or a third of their original structures remaining.
Britney Spears and Jennifer Simpson are those who we export to the world but believe it or not, most of the people living in their hometowns do not look anything like them. Two-thirds of the country is overweight and even worst one-third of them are considered obese. Sometimes whole families from the grandparents to the grandchildren could be seen overweight in your local store. If it’s not hunger that’s killing Americans, it’s all the other aliments caused by obesity like diabetes to heart diseases. However advanced the United States is in freeway infrastructure from Los Angeles’ multiple highways to Atlanta’s multilane freeways, it hasn’t cured us from hours of disabling traffic. And understanding your impression of America, maybe you think malls in America would be 10 times more impressive than yours. I wish. We’d all be lying if we told you that much of the stuff filling those balikbayan boxes came not from warehouse-like complexes but from impressive glittering mega-malls better than those in the Philippines. If they are, let me tell you - they’re lying.
This is the America that those on in the outside world may not see. Of course, there are some parts of the United States that are indeed wealthy and even a few which are healthy but the fact that parts of Detroit and Washington D.C. resemble Third World countries and one-eight of the people in New York City have diabetes may surprise you. These are usually hidden secrets only exposed when mortifying catastrophes occurs like in New Orleans when even development starts showing signs of the undeveloped.
Now, I’m not trying to discourage you from coming here. Even with all that, relatively speaking, America is in much better shape than the Philippines or a good chuck of the rest of the world. But at least we haven’t given you false hopes about America. - PDM
See this article,"Dear Cousins," in Philippine News. Click here.
Is there a preference for ‘white’ immigrants?
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
When it comes to race relations in this country, I’m always reminded of the attitudes professed by my high school comrades. They were of the belief that by then (the late nineties) we had come to the point where the civil rights movement and its underpinnings weren’t necessary anymore. Those who continued believing that minorities weren’t equal either had to be kidding themselves or were just plain taking advantage of the situation. Discrimination was -- for the most part -- over.
Now, I understood where they were coming from. Attitudes people had in the late nineties have primarily changed for the better than those in the early sixties. But I don’t think discrimination -- even racism -- completely went away.
In my years living in California, Pennsylvania and Tennessee, it was the Northeast (not the West or the even the South), where I found that racial tensions ran the deepest. For eight years, I lived in South Philadelphia and you’d have to be blind not to realize much of the city of Philadelphia was a darker shade of color than much of the surrounding suburbia. Kids from the projects would be yelled racial epithets after walking across the street into a well-do-to Italian neighborhood and Italian kids, some even with mafia ties, would be terrified of taking the subway (SEPTA). Listen to KYW News Radio or read the Inquirer and they’d report about a black family who moved into a section of Northeast Philadelphia of mainly Eastern European descent and find a dead fish outside their door. I believe that family actually moved out in the end.
Even in this environment, where the school system was purely segregated (black kids went to public schools while the white kids went to Catholic schools), I believed preferences for one race over another was something everyone was desensitized to.
Everyone knows it happens at some level but in terms of it appearing publicly -- especially coming from those in the limelight -- it was highly unlikely.
But a month ago, I cut out a story related to illegal immigration, concerning Irish illegals in this country that had a profound effect on my views. Maybe some of you know about the issue, but here’s the scope:
Apparently, there exists a large population of undocumented Irish immigrants residing in this county - a good 25,000 to 50,000 of them. As the immigration battle heated up last month, the Irish were also voicing their intent of working to become legal (under the McCain-Kennedy bill) just like other coalitions supporting illegals for other countries but there was one big difference: The small Irish Lobby was able to get Senators Kennedy, Clinton and McCain to speak at their event. The largest coalitions, mainly representative of Latin American countries, didn’t get any. Hmm.
The article, “An Irish Face On the Cause of Citizenship,” in the Times says that the senators had scheduling issues and therefore couldn’t attend the larger immigrant rallies.
Now, when it comes to illegal immigration, I’ve already expressed my views in my last piece (“To the Back of the Line”) basically stating that they should get legal status after those who applied legally decades ago go through the process first.
But on this issue though, I’m looking at the face value of the message the senators on the hill are saying, perhaps by accident on their part. The fact that four of them could attend a 2,400 manned rally for the Irish Lobby and not the 40,000 manned mainly-Hispanic march the previous day is disturbing. Illegal or not, it sets a bad precedent when there are tens to hundreds of thousands of a different race with whom you claim to support but you happen to privy the smaller group of two thousand European illegals. Something’s not right.
Knowing they received that much attention, it’s no wonder why the Irish Lobby felt comfortable striking out on their own, making “Legalize Irish” t-shirts and having the Prime Minister of Ireland publicly lobby for their legalization to our President on St. Patty’s Day. According to the article, this wasn’t even the first time they’ve accomplished this. They were given special visas in the eighties and nineties with some historians calling it, the “affirmation action for white Europeans.”
Is there really a preference for those of European descent?
Decades ago it sure seemed so and thanks to the actions of those senators, it continues to seem so.
If illegals are allowed the path to citizenship by law, then all should be allowed in. If not, then none should be given preferential treatment, especially on the basis of race. Doing so in public would substantiate claims that those against a quick ‘path to citizenship’ are racist. And that is a completely wrong message to send. - PDM
See this article,"Is there a preference for ‘white’ immigrants?" in Philippine News. Click here.
‘To the back of the line’
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
You know if you’re a regular-- driving in and out of the City from across the bay-- let me tell you that I am humbled by you’re patience.
The infamous onramps to the glorious Bay Bridge function like the isthmus in an hourglass, rushing an enormous amount of sand grains though the smallest of openings. Out of the five lanes going outbound, three are devoted to dispensing freeway traffic, reserving two measly lanes for cars leaving downtown San Francisco. Maneuvering though city streets to the bridge therefore is just like being in an hourglass. It requires calm, tenacity and a helluva lot of patience.
On Wednesday, I started my journey as one of those grains heading toward that onramp from the corner of Bush and Montgomery at 5:30 p.m. Here’s where the line starts and for all intents and purposes stops. For every three changes of the light, your car could move forward only about a car‘s length -- if you’re lucky.
It’s sad really. Reach an intersection and you’re bound to be in limbo. ‘To cross or not to cross?’ Cars the next block over haven’t moved but your light is green. What to do?
Well you should wait until that car had moved enough for you to fit behind. That’s how things should be done -- orderly and nicely without creating havoc.
If only that were true.
Along Bush and First Streets, the left lane is reserved for public transportation, so buses can move faster though city streets. But lo and behold, much of that lane has been highjacked by a hoard of rash drivers trying to find an easy way out. They use the lane, illegally, as a way to get closer to the on-ramp as they can. When the light turns green, they jump at the chance using these jammed intersections to cut from that lane to the legal lane.
That’s exactly what happened to me -- twice. At the intersection of Mission and First, I couldn’t move up but a car from that lane sneakily crossed the street, cut into my lane; his tail sticking out of the intersection. Afterwards, another green light appeared and another car cut me off from that same lane again but this time, his whole car blocked the intersection. By that time, I had enough and went for it, bringing my car close to the right side of the last car that had cut me off. I wasn’t going to be cut off again. And I let my presence known.
Once I reached the entrance to the freeway, it was 7:20 -- crossing the 5 blocks took a whopping two hours.
Was I thrilled about it? No.
But was I happy that I made it to my destination following others in the correct lane? Yes.
When I see the immigration debate on television, this is what I conjure up in my head-- horrible memories like Wednesday’s. Watching others scramble along the bus lanes illegally (since it’s not really ‘enforced’), then cutting off everyone else in line ‘politely’ near the onramp (causing more headaches for those who were in line by the way), really got me going. It made me feel bad for the millions around the world in the dreaded immigration line willing to wait their turn legally to be processed until they reached the onramp known as the American dream.
Can we blame those who are here illegally for taking advantage of the situation? Well, the opportunity was there and they ‘veni, vidi, vici’ it. America has a glut of jobs that most Americans claim they wouldn’t do and they filled the gap that our current legal immigration process couldn’t provide for by crossing the border. It was a boon for American businesses in need of them and the immigrants and their families back home. Kicking them out now, without providing some means of having other workers replace them quickly enough, would ruin these vital sectors immensely.
But amnesty -- (or to be politically-correct) allowing illegals to earn citizenship -- the same people who cut in front of other potential Americans in the immigration line- just because they are here doesn’t make sense. They, like the reckless drivers on the bridge, shouldn’t be given a slap on the wrist and fined for their impolite behavior. Someone should be like Carlos Mencia and say, “To the back of the line!”
If they want to stay here fine… but if they want citizen status, the government should create another preference category in immigration law… that will be reserved for them but this particular category would be the lowest priority of them all. Therefore, they will get their chance once those at higher preferences who applied earlier than them have gotten their crack at the American dream.
Though this process, illegals here would be able to have some recognition in the system (paying taxes so they could cover their own expenses in relation to education, health care, etc.) and businesses that need them could continue to rely on them without fear of penalties. But most of all, it will be fair to those who arrived here or are still waiting to get here legally, some of whom (like in my own family) have been waiting decades just for the chance. It’s only fair. - PDM
See this article,"To the back of the line" in Philippine News. Click here.
When ‘brain drain’ can be a good thing
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
My girlfriend is Indonesian and it’s quite natural for me to compare our two nations.
I’d boast about our 7,100 islands but they have 11,000. Roughly 50 million souls are stacked onto Luzon but they’ve sacked 115 million onto Java, an island of similar size. We had Pinatubo, the biggest eruption last century but they have Toba, the largest ever recorded. We had Marcos and they had Soeharto. According to Transparency International, the former stole $10 billion but the latter took $35 billion.
Technically, in terms of everything from demographics, terrain, natural disasters to corrupt dictators, it’s like comparing 10 bananas with 15 bananas; we’re all the same except they just do it better.
But if there was one thing that stood out like a sore thumb between us it was this: She told me if an Indonesian was educated in America as a professional (let’s say a doctor for instance), that person would likely leave the U.S. and return to their homeland where they are assured of a better life.
That’s right. Leave, not because of immigration concerns, but because economically, it was easier to set up a practice back home.
I know what you’re thinking. That’s crazy.
Ask any Filipino professional ─ doctor, nurse or teacher — who either just received their education here or just arrived, if they would like to go back home to pursue their career in a more comfortable environment and they would have thought you were joking. Leaving our country for a better life in the United States has always been the goal just like the rest of the nations sucked into the phenomena known as the “brain drain.”
For us, this is our way of life — resulting in our large diaspora here in the States. For other Asian ethnicities though, that same way of life and their diasporas are about to change.
Recently, a trend not even noticeable just a few years ago has begun to emerge. Countries once like us, with folks who were regulated to going aboard to better their careers, such as India, have begun seeing their growing diaspora return home — by the thousands.
The New York Times discussed this in detail in a recent piece called, “Indians find they can, indeed, go home again.” Amazingly, professionals, mostly in the technology sector, were moving from places in the United States and Europe and settling into gated communities in India. From executives to engineers, many of whom have lived in places such as Forest City to Cupertino, Calif. for over 20 years, were packing up not only themselves but also their families to live in the growing communities of Hyderabad and Bangalore causing real estate in those areas to triple in value. In fact, the article noted that in just the last 18 months, a whopping 30,000 professionals have returned to India.
What impressed me was that not only were they going home in droves but what they were sacrificing in return. Indians are among the top earning ethnic groups in the States with engineers whose starting salaries topped $60,000 and even so, they were still willing to return to India making only $12,000, a much smaller paycheck by comparison. Not only were these expatriates first-generation Indians but second-generation as well returning home hoping to “build their home country to a greater power than the country had ever hoped to achieve.” Amazing indeed.
What we are witnessing in India is how the brain drain could actually benefit the country considered at the shorter end of the stick. The middle class, whose disappearance has led to the deterioration of their country, now has reappeared bringing with them the knowledge and ingenuity acquired in America. They are applying it in rebuilding their country.
So now the question is: What happened to us? Are our middle class expatriates ready to return home to face the task of rebuilding our country?
Well, generally, we’ve stayed here. We’ve made strides as a diaspora community continually throwing our lifesaver of remittances and boxes worth billions of dollars back to our families back home. No one does it better than us. But I think other ethnic groups have already passed us in taking that next step toward making the brain drain work to their and their country’s advantage.
I believe that the coming Charter Change should address this issue, determining how our community in America can, not only help our country from afar but also lay the foundation for a growing middle class that can help our country from within it as well. Then, statements such as this one from Ajay Kela, president of the outsourcing firm, Symphony Services -- “When I left India 25 years ago, everybody was headed to the United States, but now they all want to get on the plane here” -- can become commonplace in the Philippines. - PDM
See this article,"When ‘brain drain’ can be a good thing" in Philippine News. Click here.
Understanding the complex dynamics of our community
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
There we were in the 5th floor Social Hall of the Philippines Consulate, me, Oliver, Lance and Elton — all from Philippine News — sitting and listening as the American and Philippine anthems were sung. Apparently, oblivious to yours truly (until I arrived there), this event was to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Edsa. Photos lined the walls as photographers from that era were honored.
But I wasn’t here to remember Edsa. This was also the launch of the Global Forum on the Constitution, a forum of global Filipinos interested in discussing the impact the new constitutional charter would have on all Filipinos, including us who are in the U.S. There is a multitude of issues on the table but even before we begin to discuss them we first need to get our foot in the door.
Apparently, according to the Chair of the Global Filipinos Vic Barrios, the global Filipino community was locked out of the negotiations and was never consulted about what our feelings were on the matter.
I’m not going to get involved in the reasoning behind why those in the Philippines elected not to involve us in the Consultative Commission (ConCom). But I do question our resolve here in the States.
I mean think about it.
Even if Global Filipinos were given representation in the ConCom, would a majority of us jump at the chance? I don’t think so.
Just look at our record in politics in America where many Filipino Americans are entitled to vote. We’ve had some victories in mayoral races here and there but overall our performance is modest at best abysmal at worst. And now we expect those who are reluctant to involve themselves in American politics to go headstrong into our politics back home?
I’m sure there are those who could come out and give a plethora of negative reasons (mostly concerning our attitudes) why we have failed in the political front. But personally, I don’t think the Filipino American community was built to be politically influential since even positive factors that have made us successful as an immigrant community, have handicapped us politically.
Case in point. Take our fluency in English for instance. Knowledge of the English language has given us a commanding lead over some immigrant groups entering the workforce, giving us the freedom to access any prospective job in any region, in any state; not hemming us into areas only where other Filipinos are. But because English proficiency releases us from the language barriers that impede other immigrant groups, it also has given us the freedom to confront issues, not as a community, but individually like any other American, hindering us from voting as a block and making us less politically viable. That independence also makes us less likely to group together into densely packed areas where we could be a political threat.
The Bay Area for instance has relatively large numbers of Chinese and Filipino Americans but a good portion of the Chinese are concentrated in San Francisco, while we are spread over several counties. The number of us to them in office speaks for itself. Density speaks volumes, folks.
Then there’s our education. Education has played a hefty role in liberating many in the Philippines from the shackles of poverty. Those who have made it here score thousands of service jobs with high salaries, making it a windfall for both those with jobs here who are living the middle class life and their folks who receive their remittances back home. But because our educational system focuses its attention on the creation of employees, giving no initiative to becoming employers, we lack an important tool politically: an ample amount of small business owners. Not only are they the façade of a growing and economically powerful ethnic community, they are also the ones keenly watching what propositions are being passed understanding very well how much those laws can impact their overall ‘take home’. These owners would likely form associations, lobbying city officials and council members for a friendlier business environment and along with it, other laws favorable towards their community. But since our community is mainly made up of employees, we are less likely to involve ourselves in politics, ultimately reducing what visibility we have on the community level. The fact that it still surprises some living in San Francisco that Daly City is a Filipino Mecca should be a grave indicator of how invisible we really are.
What we have is a community not only structurally deficient in its setup but politically void of any motivation whatsoever. Our community, as a minority group, does not posses the numbers politicians would to take notice of, nor does a majority of us depend enough on social programs or have enough businesses so that we’d be interested on issues in the ballot. Our economic success doesn’t readily translate into a political machine ready to tackle issues here or back home for that matter.
Now it’s not like I don’t want the Global Forum to succeed. On the contrary, if the Global Forum succeeds in accomplishing its mission by gathering Filipino Americans to its cause, I hope they can use the momentum they’ve gained to accomplish other poignant undertakings such as peaking our interest in venture capitalism, giving us the motive to be politically active and finally receive the recognition we rightly deserve.
Understanding the complex dynamics of our community is going to be a challenge indeed but if the Global Forum is able to realize its goal our community would have gained valuable tools for the future.- PDM
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Sliding from One Disaster to Another
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
It’s deja vu all over again. When it comes down to our islands against the elements, in this case heavy downpours, we always seem to get knocked out.
On network news, the Guinsaugon mudslide looked like a big muddy hand had come down from the mountainside, slamming into the lust farmland below, grabbing everything and everyone into its fold. Boulders - the size of small cars - were strewn about, mixed with a layer of mud a few stories high. Soldiers in gear toiled about in the muck picking off lifeless bodies from the desolate earth. It was one of those sights you wanted to turn your eyes away from but couldn’t since this is our country. Those are our people.
Now, you’d think our country had enough already. Eruptions, earthquakes and tsunamis - as part of the “Ring of Fire,” our country is ripe with disasters galore. On top of that, the Philippines sits at the edge of the Western Pacific, the most prolific region in the world for cyclone formation. So, the last thing we should be worried about would be a rainstorm.
The last time something similar to this happened, I was already wondering when the next slide will strike. I was praying that it wouldn’t of course but I wasn’t alone in my ugly suspicion. After that disaster, editorials back home complained how the campaign for reforestation would begin in earnest but usually ended with a whimper. Another landside occurring apparently wasn’t a matter of if -- but when.
Now, here we are - faced with another disaster on the world stage and eerie signs point that this catastrophe may have been helped along by man’s doing. It’s sad really - for it likely means that it could have been prevented. Millions of dollars of funds weren’t necessary to build an expensive levee system like it was for New Orleans. Nor was this a totally instantaneous disaster that nobody really could have predicted or get ready for like the 2005 tsunami (According to the New York Times, the government had known about the dangers posed at Guinsaugon since last May). Perhaps all that was needed was preserving much of the hillside like it was before the logging and coconut plantations had destabilized the area.
But I think, as recent events in the barangay of Guinsaugon have shown, the Philippines has passed the point of no return. Whether or not this was the ramifications of years of illegal logging back then, reforestation with trees with inadequate root systems or just a number of unfortunate events accumulating at the same time, the fact reminds: the danger is present now in many parts of the country and therefore, there must be someway to address it.
Long term measures such as studies investigating ways to reduce the number of landsides, what trees would hold saturated hills more sufficiently in such unstable volcanic areas would be great. But better yet, to save more lives in the now, it is better we be realistic and assume the present trend will continue and that these killer landslides are here to stay.
Therefore, the network in place monitoring the conditions of all the hills close to populated vicinities must be improved drastically. Such a system should resemble the way volcanic activity is monitored or earthquakes are continuously observed. Landslide watches and warnings should be created akin to those handed out by NOAA for floods and flash floods, in order to sufficiently warn high-risk communities while evacuation routes must be clearly marked on roads and highways to execute such warning swiftly and orderly. Such warnings should be firmly heeded and governments must issue them and then enforce them to the fullest of their ability.
If not enough vigilance is used to enforce such warnings, people would become wary of them and catastrophe would likely be just around the bend. This is exactly what happened this time around. Those safeguards failed and the results were disastrous.
And now, with the country’s population skyrocketing, the increasing population density would squeeze even more people into small land areas already densely populated. This would force even more people to look for more habitable space and likely much of it along these condemned uphill regions increasing the likelihood such landslides would become perilous.
So the time is now to get those safeguards in place - for unlike tsunamis, earthquakes or volcanoes, these events don’t just happen once in a blue moon. They could happen every time it rains – which can be a seasonal occurrence in the Philippines. - PDM
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Those Country Filipinos
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
When one thinks of the Filipino diaspora in America, a few designated regions usually come to mind. Cities from Daly to Jersey City are always mentioned. Then there are the beltways around DC and Houston. One could find them listening to the Tagalog choir at late masses at the Church of the Epiphany in the Excelsior district or congregating after mass at St. Augustine’s in Philadelphia. Whether in ships along the coast of Alaska to the inner valleys of California, it’s always been the same… either they’re found in major cities along either coast or in regions spanning where the manongs first began their lives many years ago.
Logically then, the last place one would mention would be the countryside of Tennessee.
Like, why would anyone go there? Hasn’t their history and shows like Jerry Springer told us anything about places we should avoid?
Well - let me tell you - just like the Filipinos found around the world, not only could they be found here - but believe it or not, they’re thriving here as well.
Located in the Tennessee Valley, this region, known as the Cumberland Plateau, is home to a sizable Filipino community with perhaps 150 to 200 Filipinos (including my own parents) living mainly in the small city, which anchors this entire region known as Cookeville - population about 25,000. Many have come here either in association with someone from the military or because of their profession. In fact, a host of physical therapists and a growing number of doctors have started living here with some of them creating successful private practices.
And thanks to the affordability of this area (not in food, since Tennessee is considered to have the “highest average tax on food” according to last month’s New York Times, but in everything else), not only have Filipinos started living here, many have begun living the good life. Gasoline prices here are relatively low (thanks to its closeness to the Atlanta oil pipeline) and state income taxes are nonexistent. Average home prices range in the 125K range allowing Filipinos to add extensions, buy second homes, or for those doing really well, purchase homes with thousands of square feet tacked on (believe it or not, a three story house with roughly 5000 sq. ft. of living space on a half an acre would only cost you about 500K. Yes, California - affordable housing does exist - even now.)
Now, surely things are different here than what most Filipinos in the U.S. are used to. The major supermarket/department store is Wal-Mart. One out of every three buildings along the major roads is a church. Fresh seafood is rare and store parking lots look like mosaics of the American flag (I noticed people here like buying their F-150s and Chevys either in the colors red, white or blue. Very nationalistic).
Despite those differences, these Filipinos remain unfazed. They enjoy the country life where everything is ‘down to earth’ so to speak. Traffic here is pretty much nonexistent and people at the cash register extend their ‘Southern Hospitality,’ to all their customers, sometimes to the point of annoying the city folk.
But perhaps their greatest reason for living here is their community’s closeness. Here, Filipinos know each other by name. Everyone gathers at parties at various Filipino homes during the season, letting the community foster even stronger ties, either to old friends or to new arrivals straight off the plane. Filipinos like Teresa would go out of their way to plant ampalaya perennially mainly for other to gather (that’s the fruit as well and the leaves). It’s a kababayan spirit in its purest form talaga.
Places like Daly City used to be like Cookeville. Folks at Tito Rey’s have told me stories about how Filipinos in Daly City used to be just like that. Filipinos drivers would wave at each other on the road or greet each other in stores. The community was very tight knit then. But today, you could barely get a wink out of another Filipino driver on the road unless they know you. Filipinos are so numerous here - being one doesn’t matter that much since it’s basically the norm.
Indeed, Filipino communities have grown in leaps and bounds throughout the States. Cookeville is just one of numerous unrepresented Filipino communities across the country. The rural population of American remains at about 70% so it’s likely there are many more Cookevilles out there -- their communities just as tight knit. But as these communities grow bigger there is a great tendency to lose our cohesiveness. The more of us around, the less likely we see the need to know who the next Filipino around the corner is.
I guess this is what makes communities like the one in Cookeville stand out from the major Pinoydoms.
It’s their cohesiveness - not their annoying Southern twang.
- PDM
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Cha-Cha: Finding the shoe that fits
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
It’s my understanding that since a good chunk of the Philippine workforce resides outside of the Philippines, it’s pertinent that those OFWs play an integral part in the coming charter change. OFWs represent a sizable portion of the overall GDP of the country. Why shouldn’t they?
But here’s a pickle. How about native Filipino Americans, meaning those born in the States. Shouldn’t we also be involved?
It’s a long shot of course. Folks like me have citizenship only in the States. Our affiliation to that country a journey away is either though our interaction with our own families like during the packaging of balikbayan boxes or whatever interactions we have within the community here in America. We may be ethnically Filipino but because we are generations away from our supposed ‘homeland,’ answering yes to such a question simply becomes implausible.
But can one really say that American Filipinos here shouldn’t even have a little say in the whole process?
For one, we’re routinely exposed to things back home. From our programming to our newspapers, American Filipinos are deluged with issues from the Philippines. Go to your local Filipino supermarket and see. We may be here in America but generally speaking, much of our headlines are still reserved for news back home. This goes in line with what Professor Daniel Gonzales suggested where it’s pretty much impossible to discuss the diaspora of Filipinos here in America without discussing their country of origin as well. They pretty much go hand in hand.
Then consider the fact that many Filipinos here in America are so involved in the process of promoting our cultural roots for the betterment of our people back home. One of my former classmates at San Francisco State University, Llayda Punsal, couldn’t help but point out the irony that back in the Philippines, Filipinos try their hardest to become Americans while Filipinos here in America try desperately to do the opposite - find their Filipino heritage to become Filipino.
San Francisco State alone personifies this concept. The university simmers with countless Filipino cultural groups, all inspiring to lift Filipino spirit here and aboard. The school alone is the caretaker to one of the largest collections of Philippine artifacts in the world.
On a personal note, I myself am involved with promoting Southern Philippine culture with Master Kalanduyan from Mindanao. He came to America to promote our culture by (ironically enough) teaching students here in America. His music heritage in Mindanao may be on the decline but thanks to globalization, when those in Mindanao watch Filipinos in America learn these traditions it becomes inspirational to the newer generation back in Mindanao. So, though we may be oceans apart, Filipinos in America continue to play a crucial part in the preservation and the dispersal of our culture and heritage back home.
So -- considering all this -- shouldn’t we be given the chance to participate in this so-called charter change?
I truly believe so. But speaking realistically, I’m sure it’s unlikely that officials back home would even consider such a request, especially from folks like me who never even set foot on Philippine soil.
Since my views are likely to be overlooked, I’ll get straight to the point. Although I’m happy that Filipinos are trying to figure out a way to make things right, I’m disappointed that those in the Philippines decided such a drastic change is necessary to try to achieve that end. I just don’t understand how newcomers to democracy such as Indonesia could go through an electoral process without a coup attempt and where much of their country is proud to vote (80% of their voters voted - this coming from a country bigger and supposedly more corrupt than ours - and believe it or not - they were able to figure out their presidential results in one day!). I really want to know why they were able to pull it off while we see the need for a complete overhaul instead.
With all this cha-cha going on, I’m beginning to imagine the Philippines as a shopper in a shoe store constantly changing shoes trying to see which one fits.
Will the shopper ever find her true fit?
I really do hope so.
I just hope she finally settles on one so the country can finally move on. - PDM
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All Wrapped Up
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Ever been to one of your relative’s houses, perhaps located in one of those ‘Pinoydoms’ along the Peninsula or the East Bay, hoping for some downtime?
You knock. They open the door, ask you if you had eaten but all you want to do is rest and logically eye their couch. You sit and sink slowly into the cushions. You try to relax but soon realize something odd - the couch begins enveloping your jeans akin to how a Venus flytrap slowly devours its prey. Once you realize your situation, it’s too late. Your thighs, your arms, already sweaty have merged with the couch’s outer coverings creating a sticky, if not unpleasant situation. You cringe in dismay but what can you do? They’ve covered the couches in, what else, but plastic.
Yes. That hideously thick layer of wondrous clearness that becomes uncomfortable the second you realize it isn’t leather. I encounter it every time I go to my Uncle Cristobal’s house. They saran wrap every piece of furnishing they have, not exactly the most comfortable situation for guests. But it accomplishes what they set out to do - keeping their décor from the retro 80’s looking like new - 25 freaking years later.
Now, if you’re Filipino, obviously you realized that it doesn’t stop with the plastic. Any type of material - old bed sheets, timeless draperies - as long as its surface area could manifest itself around something weighing over a ton and has yet to be tossed into the next box across the Pacific, is likely to be gingerly placed around any parcel of furnishing in the house. Couches, bookshelves, stuffed animals - you name it. Nothing is off limits.
Pianos are prime targets. My Ate Winnie used pure white covers for her old piano; my Ate Aileen donned hers with more tropical designs with hints of seagreen and teal while my mother covered hers with a nice thick pink bed sheet. My Aunty Gene went further wrapping her piano in a fuzzy material akin to Little Red Riding Hood’s coat. Just watch out if you’re wearing any Velcro though since you’ll likely to get stuck onto her cover like a fly on a spider web.
Electronics, just like furniture, are just as well covered. In my house, we cover anything and everything from televisions, VCRs, computer towers - even each of my gaming systems like my classic Nintendo 8-bit had their own, be it smaller covers. I’ve got to hand it to my Dad for resourcefulness though. Old t-shirts already filled with holes make for useful computer covers. And why buy expensive plastic see-through covers when your old underwear would suffice as a great cover for your fax machine. Just make sure you don’t accidentally step on it like I did - underwear becomes good camouflage on the floor.
I’ve become very anti-cover growing up this way. I couldn’t stand that after the ‘extra decorating’, the house looked as if someone is about to paint inside - or if you turn off the lights, there happens to be a host of ghosts in your living room - which is ironic considering how terrified my relatives are of ghosts.
But I’ll admit though, as much as you try to steer away from it, you get so used to it. My mother wrapped our piano in that pink bed sheet for 14 years now but taking the bed sheet off one day, the piano just didn’t look right. It needs the cover somewhat. It’s become a part of the instrument. I’ve become desensitized to the covers!
Some would say such deeds are done in part since we’re lazy and in effect, covering stuff detaches ourselves from the responsibilities of cleaning. But perhaps it’s more likely such folk, accustomed to having maids back home, desire for that life again where things looked like new, however many years after their date of purchase. We’ve evolved in response to our new environment, a maid-less culture if you will, by finding easier ways through life via the support of layers of cloth and plastic. In a way, the plastic has become our new maid - so to speak.
I tried using conventional methods like using Armor All to keep my things new and uncovered. But following in the footsteps of my ancestors is inevitable - below the rear window of my chading, I covered the back using the white casings given for coats and suits from Banana Republic to protect it from fading. O well.
I guess Sharika was right.
Underneath your clothes there is an endless story - or maybe just your fax machine. - PDM
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Disturbing Comic Books
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
We’ve all heard it before. The prime minister of Japan, Junichiro Koizumi goes to visit the Yasukuni Shrine to honor and pray for the 2.5 million Japanese who died during the war, including the war criminals. Insulted Korean and Chinese officials condemn the visit, canceling diplomatic engagements and threatening Japan with isolation. Japanese officials have removed references to colonialism and invasion during the war anniversaries as well as references to comfort women from high school textbooks, causing not only mass protests from Korea to Australia but increased anti-Japanese sentiments, like the building of war museums in countries such as China. It’s like a never-ending saga just like relations between Taiwan and China or Cuba and United States, where battles are played out not militarily but symbolically. Antagonistic feelings run high but never cross a certain boundary.
Recently though, something in the New York Times hinted to me that that boundary has started to give way. In an article entitled, ‘Ugly Images of Asian Rivals Become Best Sellers in Japan’, Norimitsu Onishi wrote about the rise, albeit quietly, of a new set of comic books in Japan.
For the untrained eye, one would have glanced over such books, believing they were just another series in the growing manga phenomena. That would have been true until one came upon the striking title, ‘Hating the Korean Wave’. Inside its pages are statements made by the characters such as, “There is nothing at all in Korean culture to be proud of.”
In another book, ‘Introduction to China,’ the Chinese are portrayed as cannibals and prostitutes whose principles, thoughts, literature, art, science and institutions were, according to a character in the book, “not attractive.” The books are deliberately hateful, cruel and historically dismissive. On the topic of war atrocities in Nanking, which its characters consider as Chinese fabrications there were insinuations that the infamous Imperial Army’s Unit 731 were “formed to defend the Japanese soldiers against the Chinese.”
Onishi says sales of ‘Hating the Korean Wave’ were astronomical, shocking even the publishers: 360,000 copies sold, apparently making these books bestsellers in the last four months.
It’s disturbing to see such a blatantly offensive book do so well in sales. Such feelings between Japan and their former colony were always there, long before the 20th century but were instigated particularly by recent events such as Korea’s advance during the World Cup 2002 and the “Korean Wave,” which had hit the shores of Japan at full force displacing much of Japanese pop culture in many sectors of Asia. Not surprisingly, its sales seem to reflect the growing envy the Japanese have upon the rise of Korea and China on the world stage.
Now, it’s one thing to defend one’s ideals and institutions from another’s accusations, which is generally what the government of Japan has been doing. But a direct attack – almost hatred – against other nationalities? What is the Japanese government doing about this open display of animosity from a certain segment of its media?
Accordingly to Onishi, nothing. There was little criticism leveled by any public officials, intellectuals or news media on those involved. Amazing!
Well, actually Onishi says there was one comment about the comics by a leading Japanese conservative group who suggested the books expressed issues, “extremely rationally, without losing its balance.” I’m guessing they believe a book in which China is portrayed as the “world’s prostitution power,” accounting for 10 percent of the GDP, all of this without evidence, is completely inoffensive. Again, I’m speechless.
As Filipinos, though we aren’t – yet— the direct target of these discriminatory remarks, we must be keenly aware of these disturbing events to our north. It was exactly these kinds of feelings of superiority to their fellow Asians during the late 19th and early-mid 20th that led the Japanese to their quest for an empire with our lowly archipelago ending up as part of their master plan. And unlike the apologetic Germans who after World War II became vehement advocates of peace (even firmly fighting against Bush during the Iraqi invasion), the Japanese continued to stay in relative isolation, denying much of the atrocities they carried out during World War II, believing the war wasn’t aggression on their part but was purely defensive.
Unfortunately, even with all this going on, the Philippines, like Hong Kong, generally has been mum about commenting on Japan’s hostilities during the war, neglecting to mention even their former invader’s name during their 60th anniversary ceremonies of WWII. This was done for purely economic reasons of course (can’t anger a country that produces our favorite SUV’s: the Montero and 4-runner), but what would it take for us to finally realize the seriousness of this situation?
Military buildups? Invasion? A comic book about us? I hope it doesn’t come to that.
- PDM
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Why We Are The Weakest Link
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I met one of my girlfriend’s relatives a couple of weeks back and the first reaction they said to me on learning I am Filipino was, “O, Abu Sayyaf.”
It was a joke of course but it gives a horrible first impression of the Philippines: Abu Sayyaf and stories about the kidnappings of businessmen.
Of course, we’re not alone in the negative department. Mention Indonesia and even now most people would associate the country with tsunami devastation. Bali, after the bombings, will forever be haunted by images of romantic couples blown to smithereens.
But I’m still aghast over the fact the Philippines has been associated with the Abu Sayyaf even among our closest neighbors in Asia. It just goes to show you how dreaded a reputation we seem to be gaining even in our own backyard.
But what really roils me is the fact that many of these terrorists who are ruining our reputation are foreigners. That’s right -- foreigner-fighters like the ones the Americans are finding in Iraq.
Those of you who have kept close tabs on the news would realize not all of these terrorists are associated with the bandit breakaway group of the MNLF, known as the Abu Sayyaf group. Some of the terrorists running around in our south are non-Filipino radicals belonging to such extremist groups as Jemaah Islamiyah (JI) to train in clandestine jungle camps in our homeland.
What the hell are they doing in our backyard, you might ask. Well, according to three captured Indonesian militants held by Malaysian security officials who caught them in Sabah on their merry way to Mindanao, they intended to the die as suicide bombers in the Southern Philippines. In fact, radical splinter groups from the JI have been recruiting thousands of new followers from militant groups in Indonesia or those fighting other Christian groups, most of them already been indoctrinated with hatred of the West.
Terrorist masterminds have found the Southern Philippines as a safe haven for their training camps after being halted in neighboring Kalimantan and in Afghanistan by America’s presence. Though much of the camps are mobile to avoid detection, that doesn’t mean they’re not sophisticated. Would you believe even on the run, these camps are still efficient enough to have facilities training in the use of biological and chemical agents? That’s both amazing and terrifying.
Knowing all this, it’s no wonder why we happened to be called the “weakest link on terror.” We may not be anything like Afghanistan but in terms of the presence of foreign terrorists in our midst, we’re one and the same. The Bali suspects, their decapitated heads plastered in newspapers worldwide, were believed to have trained in Mindanao.
The impact of these foreign fighters on our country is huge. The presence on our soil is already souring the fragile relationship that exists between the present government and our Muslim minority, creating more resentment. And not only are these terrorists ruining our reputation before the world community, implicating us as a terrorist country, they are scaring off tourists and investors. Imagine these terrorists using our playgrounds, our bus stops, shopping malls and trains to test how effective their equipment.
We must confront these foreigners, who, according to American sources, are entering with number about 100 or so a year. We must seal the border, Ate Glo. Create an impenetrable blockade, a wall if you will, along our southern border like the United States is building or the Chinese has done in their north.
President Bush was correct when he suggested the security of the nation was being threatened due to a largely unprotected border, although his theory, technically, is much more relevant in terms of our own country for unlike those from Mexico, terrorists have walked in and out of our territory whenever they felt it necessary.
Use whatever is at our disposal in our defunct navy - lifesavers or life preserves linked to floating buoys - to create a floating wall. Use our fearsome fighting chickens to man the shoreline, defending every inch of our beaches with their razor sharp claws. With the border in check, get rid of the remaining terrorist using our aging fleet of Huey helicopters, equipping them with balikbayan boxes (preferably the ones over 70 pounds) to crush these ingrates. Trust me, we may not have the ammo and the bombs, but don’t mess with the Philippines unlimited supply of corned beef and spam.
Who knows what suggestions above are actually feasible but the point is this: Do something. Our reputation, our security and above all our citizens demand it. - PDM
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The Talking Gongs
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
If you’ve ever seen a kulintang ensemble, perhaps at a Pilipino cultural event, you would have witnessed the incredible majesty and splendor that kulintang music has to offer. Unfortunately, you would have also missed all the functionality kulintang music has to offer as well.
Besides its entertainment value during community gathering, such as festivals or milestones, such as weddings, one of the major “responsibilities” of kulintang music – at least in Maguindanao society -- was in sending messages between parties. This is known as apad.
Now, how could that be possible using an instrument? Apparently, according to Master Kalanduyan, the Maguindanaons have been able to fit their spoken language into their own music in much the same way that Samuel Morse created a code of clicks and pauses to represent letters in the alphabet. Each syllable has a note, so a word may have a beat, turning sentences into whole stanzas. In essence, the Maguindanao could use their songs to transmit whole sentence without having to use the vocal cord. That’s pretty impressive considering that they have been using this for centuries even before Mr. Morse was born.
For instance, Maguindanaons have used the gandingan to warn other of eminent danger. Master Kalanduyan tells of how villagers escaped arrest by playing their gandingans on rooftops to forewarn the presence of Marcos troops on the horizon. A similar story told of a brother of a thief who stole a carabao who would ring his gandingan in order for the thief to escape by the time the police arrived.
Perhaps the most fascinating aspect of kulintang music is simply its application to everyday life. For instance, Master Kalanduyan told us if a man were practicing alone on the kulintang when his wife was at home and he wanted to have cooked rice when he got back from work, the man could simply send her a message using the kulintang, cutting off the song he was playing and play something that said, “Please cook rice because I am ready to work in the farm.” No vocal cords necessary. Just two beaters and a preference for the kulintang.
In informal settings of apad, the kulintang players are expected to include spoken words or phrases in their songs. Master Kalanduyan mentioned that kulintang players will mimic squatters on the street, playing a tune, begging for “20 cents, 25 cents.” Obviously, for those with a knack for the music they would know it was a joke but others would never know what really was going on.
Kulintang music also was their way of revealing their feelings without saying a word. Among the Maguindanao, messages using the gandingan played a major role in relationships where interaction among those of the opposite sex was prohibited. With the help of kulintang music, interested parties were allowed to interact and express their feelings to one other which sometimes led up to some couples eloping.
Of course, not all relationships lead to positive results. For instance, if friends were telling a boy that a girl liked him but the boy didn’t like her back, the boy wouldn’t resort to telling his friends literally that he didn’t like her. Instead, he’d only have to play the kulintang to express his reasons and his friends would be able to pick it up by translating his song.
Actually, when families are not spending time playing kulintang music together, much of the younger generation is using the gongs for ulterior purposes. For instance, when a few young men have access to a gandingan, it’s not uncommon for them to gossip about people they dislike. In fact, solo gandingan players would regularly end up “chatting” with other gandingan players further away, most of the time not knowing who they are talking to, even if it’s a man or a woman. Such talk has a resemblance of today’s chat rooms where users rarely know the identity behind the other person behind the screen.
During the night, the gossip would permeate the night air so much Master Kalanduyan told us that you could here all kinds of dirty words. This type of X-rated gandingan was usually a result of young men on their “guy’s night out.” Instead of going out drinking or gallivanting, they’d “talk.”
Usually this is done in the absence of women. Then again, when Master Kalanduyan was younger, he’d take the risk of playing these dirty phrases in the presence of women, which often disgusted them and encourage them to squeeze his ear. His usual reply to their action would be, “Good. You understood it. I was just trying to check whether you knew what I was saying or not.” What a smart aleck, my teacher was.
But by golly, these people have been literally “texting” each other for centuries?
- PDM
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Government says ‘sorry’
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Admitting something, especially something wrong, is always hard.
Upon hearing Ate Glo's admission a few months ago, I thought she dealt herself a deathblow. Most leaders would have instead stuck by some story denying the facts, especially in the Philippines where admitting one's guilt instantly throws you into the lion's den.
My thoughts were that she should have emulated her ally across the ocean, President George W. Bush who never admits to any wrongdoing. No matter what the facts presented, the news portrayed or the polls suggested, he continued steadfast on staying course at all cost. And if he had trouble defending his cause, he had a strong, unwavering cabinet to fight for him at every turn. Unlike the course taken by our madam presidente, his stance had given his government stability and above all, outright leadership.
Then came last Wednesday. President Bush came out and admitted he held some responsibility at the federal level for the failures to respond to Hurricane Katrina.
It was an amazing admission of sorts. I'm sure not even Las Vegas odds makers had this one on the books.
Now rarely do I go out on a limb and try to defend this administration in any way since I happen to be highly against many of their actions (or inactions). But I'd like to give them a pinch of leeway here.
First of all, let me say as someone who was very involved with meteorology before, it is impossible to predict the exact location a hurricane will strike even with the technologies of today. Many factors -- from water temperature, wind shear to the jet stream -- all play a part in influencing the path of a hurricane. Not only that but many tropical storms enter the Gulf of Mexico every year and no one really knows where they will go and what they will do next. So deciding where to position the National Guard days before impact is nearly impossible. And believe it or not, there are times where the final destination of these storms ultimately rests squarely on luck.
Parts of the gulf from Mobile, Alabama to the panhandle of Florida are much more prone to hurricanes than some parts of Louisiana and western peninsula of Florida. Those parts rarely get hit by hurricanes, and even when one seems headed straight for them, these storms magically change course. Take for instance a year ago when Hurricane Ivan was making landfall. Everyone thought it was going for a direct hit on New Orleans and people fled by the thousands via automobile. Same thing happened with Hurricane Georges in 1998. But the storms veered off into the "more prone" areas of Mississippi saving New Orleans for another day.
This incidentally leads to another problem. It's hard to call for mandatory evacuations. Yes, they are necessary to save lives but calling evacuations too many times would make the public wary of them. Some will start believing that they could ride out the storm the next time it's called since they weren't affected by the last one. Obviously, there's truth behind that short fable of the boy who cried wolf.
But perhaps the thing that may have taken many off guard was the news coverage while the storm was over New Orleans. Prior to impact, forecasters laid out the worst-case scenario where a 20-foot storm surge would rise from three sides of the city leveling much of the low-lying structures to the ground. Calamity seemed eminent.
But as the storm rolled through, it was downgraded to a Category 4 right before its impact. Reporters were standing on Canal Street in the middle of the 100 mph wind telling viewers not about the 20-foot wall of water but some of the falling debris. Our 24-hour news channels had their tickertape roll that New Orleans was spared the brunt of the storm. The city was "saved."
It was at that moment, when many of those involved, including the federal government took their eyes off the ball. For them, this was just going to be like the hurricane relief efforts of old, which have happened hundreds of times before. No one at that moment realized the impact the levy breaks would have upon the city.
So, I'm assuming this is why the government, from the local to federal screwed up. They assumed the worst was over and hadn't realized the disaster was still under way. They came in a relief effort mode, not in search-and-rescue mode. Now, I would have given them credit if they had realized in a day their mistake and switched their priorities by the next morning. But it took them many days. That's completely inexcusable. - PDM
See this article,"Government says 'sorry'" in Philippine News. Click here.
Housing Bubble and Hapless Immigrant
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Frenzied. Bubble.
All these words have now become synonymous with the frantic US housing market.
Looking at all the media reports, there isn’t any consensus, either from those in the real estate business to the government itself, where any of this is going.
Some claim that a collapse is eminent, perhaps within a year or two, citing studies that suggest incomes and job growth have not kept up with the housing demand. Handwriting on the wall points to weaker condo prices in Chicago, growing inventories in Washington and San Diego, and lower rents in Phoenix.
Then, there are others who suggest the housing market is fine and would slow down to a reasonable level but not totally collapse. They point to continued strong demand for homes as well as the low interest rates, which have led to another record of 7.3 million units sold over the last three months.
Then there are still others who suggest that there isn’t any bubble at all because the higher prices are simply the result of inflation and that added to maintenance fees and property taxes, the return on one’s property is actually vastly smaller than what the price of the house entails.
Newspaper reports reference similarities between now and housing bubbles of yesteryears to prove either case.
They resurrected memories of the Northeast and California housing market collapse 15 years ago where condo prices in Boston plummeted as much as 50% along with the Texas market.
And who can forget 1920’s Florida where people where are said to have chained themselves to their doors so they wouldn’t lose their property, some of which were actually under water.
Then there’s the case of Australia, where prices have reached astronomical levels for the last five years but dipped recently due to higher interest rates and imposition of special taxes on mortgages to discourage speculation. But unlike much of the other cases, there was no impact on the economy. As of now, it has remained sound.
Who knows whether the chorus of a housing bubble is meant to scare potential buyers so that speculators can cash in on the resulting housing glut, or those trumpeting the soundness of the market are actually dumping their houses. Only time will tell.
But one thing does bother me. Around Phoenix, my girlfriend’s parents noticed many For Rent signs, an indication that there was a demand for rentals. They concluded that the influx of undocumented workers, streaming in from the southern deserts, provided a new market.
It suddenly became like instant, free money. Once you get a property and rent it, not only will your property appreciate every month but your mortgage would be paid off and if you charged higher than your monthly mortgage payments, you’d even get extra money on the side. It’s a landlord’s paradise.
Along with the housing boom, came the creation of jobs and in fact, over the past two years 40% of the jobs created in the U.S. was due to construction alone.
With the Pew Hispanic Center claiming that 25% of the entire construction workforce is undocumented many of whom are finding more stable incomes at a mere $400 a week, only a few of them would be needed to pool their money together to rent a nice house. So indeed, this has been a windfall for investors who realize these workers can’t buy a house with no legal documentation but they need a roof over their heads.
But I think what these investors have forgotten is that, these are migrant workers who are constantly on the move.
Some are newcomers, but others were once agricultural workers who found the construction business provided a more consistent and better paying job. Their employers appreciate the skills and hard work they bring to the industry.
All is not well, however, in the construction front with reports that some foremen are corrupt and physically abusing their workers.
Police in certain cities have been known to harass day laborers, charging them with jaywalking and littering in places where they gather after work.
This is all on top of the militarization of the border and the so-called minuteman who act as vigilantes out to round up foreigners crossing the borders illegally.
Such a love-and-hate relationship parallels what Mexican and Filipino farm workers went through a century ago.
Strangely, Americans appreciated these workers for their cheap labor, creating affordable houses we could buy and then rent out to these same workers to create more affordable houses, which we again buy. But we still want them out, accusing them of taking jobs and bringing drugs and gangs to our towns. Are Americans hypocrites?
At any rate, we better hope the market sustains its construction whirl because if it does stop spinning, that workforce will move on -- and so will the renters -- and maybe even those low-interest mortgages. - PDM
See this article,"The Housing Bubble and the Hapless Immigrant" in Philippine News. Click here
Fading Away
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Whew, am I tired. Just took the MCAT, also known as the Medical College Admission Test. Composed of four different tests ranging from genetics to phase-matter equilibriums compressed into eight hours of strategic mayhem, the MCAT attempts to wrangle one’s mind in every conceivable way possible.
The science problems were numerous, and we were given a small amount time to answer them. The essays in the reading comprehension section were as boring as they were long. The writing topics involved were vague and the dealings included issues such as whether great leaders are necessary for positive social reforms to how the massive amounts of information on the Internet could reduce its benefits.
When it came to these tests having rhythm is essential. When you lose that rhythm or get distracted, all hell breaks lose. Even I was thrown off on my Physical Science section. The proctor accidentally called out 45 minutes remaining when there were actually still more time. My rhythm soon went awry; my head worrying why my watch was absurdly slow.
It’s funny. After preparing for five to six months for a one-day examination, only the end result of the test (which should be admission to medical school) is of sole importance. Whatever details were discussed in the passages or whatever value the readings had is trivial if not completely meaningless to the test-taker. In fact, prep courses such as Kaplan, deemphasized the enjoyment of reading and learning these passages altogether, emphasizing only the bare skeleton on the passage to get the A-B-C-Ds correct.
Now, not all tactics require weak and non-substantial means to a decisive end.
Last April, the decision by San Francisco State to cut a class of Traditional Music of the Southern Philippines was met with stiff resistance. Some students gathered sympathizers to the cause, writing up petitions, inquiring with various teachers of influence for advice, submitting proposals to media outlets and literally got word out throughout the university and the community about the upcoming decision.
With pressures from various sectors accumulating within a matter of weeks, the current dean abdicated, caving in to the simple demands of the students: the reinstatement of Master Kalanduyan and his class. It seemed very much like an example of where hard work and unrelenting determination could surpass what many phrased in the beginning of our campaign as, “a done deal.”
Unfortunately for us, a minor glitch in our overall strategy may have left the class in peril this coming week. Since the reinstatement was processed at the end of last semester, the class was left off the bulletin, leaving students unable to know of its existence. Nor did we demand, as Professor Gonzales suggested, that ETHS 545 be part of a regular music program in which students could use it for upper division credits, which would have in all likelihood prolonged the class’s life (definitely longer than simply next semester). These unfortunate events have left the class vulnerable to cancellation with only two students (as of Thursday, 8/25) signed up for the class.
Over the summer, Master Kalanduyan expressed that this may be his last semester at SFSU. During our jams, we joked that maybe there would be more teacher assistants than students this semester. And upon looking at the current roster, that prediction remains with the class regrettably headed for elimination even before December rears its ugly head.
So in the spirit of our final campaign to save this last for one last time, I encourage you to come and see what this music is all about. If you have seen Master Kalanduyan or his derivatives playing at some Filipino events, this is your chance to see how this “music of resistance” is played out. If you have never seen or hear of a kulintang before (and I ran into many who have), this is perhaps the best opportunity to see one in action.
The class starts everyday on Friday at 3 p.m. in the Creative Arts building.
Indeed, we’ve gone through hell and back to save this class from the grasp of the budget-reaper.
But unlike the MCAT, our valiant efforts may have not been enough to fight off an inevitable fate for a class ready to fade into SFSU history. - PDM
See this article,"Fading Away" in Philippine News. Click here
Corruption? No… It’s stability silly.
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
I was dropping off Master Danongan Kalanduyan after one of our practices a few weeks ago. We were discussing his third trip to Alaska but as we entered the I-380 over crossing, we couldn’t help but stumble upon the wonderful world of Philippine politics. He had much to say, particularly about recent events and how La Presidente should resign.
I was trying to distance myself from the fiasco but it’s hard to avoid. Steve Angeles of Balitang Amerika was joking with me about how we should stake out the Arroyos, perhaps getting the chance to question them. Well… if I catch them playing mahjong, I’ll definitely let you know.
What really amazed me though was not what happened but how fast things unraveled.
Perhaps some of you have forgotten but just a few months ago, things were on the up and up. The economy reportedly grew by 6.1% (its fastest in 15 years) spurred on by the passage of taxes aimed at alcohol and tobacco. The Supreme Court opened foreign investment into the fledgling mining sector allowing fellows such as President Jintao to visit trouncing billion dollar investments for the industry. And even with continued political bickering over the stalled VAT tax dragging down the market, some investors remained optimistic finding opportunities in our blue-chip stocks believing they could ride out the political storm.
Now, we all know what happened next.
But here’s the thing. When things happen like this, we naturally cast blame on our country’s chronic corruption.
This makes sense until one realizes corruption is pervasive not only in the Philippines, but in every nook and cranny of Asian society. Rioting on the Chinese mainland has increased by the tens of thousands from just a decade ago due to the insensitivities of corrupt officials to the well-being and health of much of the rural populace. Corruption scandals have plagued Thailand’s Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra’s administration leading to his decreasing popularity. Sentences for six years were handed down to a cabinet minister and an aide from Malaysia’s ruling party, UNMO, both of whom were accused of bribing delegates during internal party elections. And investigations into Indonesia largest bank, Bank Mandiri, have produced lending irregularities, much of them connected to many powerful businesses, totaling upwards of 12 trillion rupiah. Corruption in fact in so endemic thorough Indonesia’s system, Singaporean officials decided to aid tsunami survivors themselves, literally using their military to bring in supplies and build homes with not a dime falling into the hands of Indonesian authorities.
Countries such as Indonesia in fact have been ranked regularly as one of the world’s most corrupt countries by Transparency International and therefore, if our belief in corruption is true, should logically be mired in economic slump like the Philippines.
That’s been true… until recently.
Some of the lowest interest rates ever are spurring construction of an amazing array of office buildings, apartment complexes and shopping malls in Indonesia’s metros. Malaysian and Singaporean investment firms and banks along with others from London and Frankfurt have sought out controlling stakes in some of Indonesia’s biggest banks. Philip Morris, the largest cigarette maker, planned their own takeover, this time of Indonesia’s third largest cigarette maker, PT Hanjaya Mandala Sampoerna, using an initial investment of $5 billion dollars to enter the world’s 5th largest cigarette market.
Now, it’s not like Indonesia suddenly ceased being corrupt. The increased consumer spending and economic expansion of 6.3% have all been on the heels of the election of President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, a general who earned his MBA in St. Louis and earned a doctorate in economics in Indonesia (sounds familiar?). His promise to improve the business climate has yielded results and lead investment firms such as Fitch to upgrade the country’s creditworthiness. If there is a lesson to be learned from this… it’s that even in a world of crooked politics, economies could survive… even thrive.
And so coming back to the Philippines, perhaps corruption isn’t the biggest culprit driving down our country but the political haggling at the top. Some could pointedly cite the $70 billion deficit, the mired and often evaded tax collection system that has been cited as one of the worst in the world and the trickle of foreign investment (so small that even Cambodia had twice our amount last year, though they are 8 times smaller than us) as other major culprits in this unending downward spiral.
But unfortunately those problems are a part of the growing pains of up-and-coming nations. Malaysia’s economic weaknesses are beginning to surface after an economic over-dependence on heavy infrastructure spending that’s burdening their growing foreign debt. Thailand also is facing the harsh realities of ending their $2.2 billion fuel subsidies to the displeasure of the populace, 40% of whom polled giving a vote of no-confidence to the government’s future handling of the economic situation. But even with those problems, they are unlikely to cause a total meltdown of a government’s stability.
What it all boils down to then is the complete incompetence of those at our highest levels. Their bickering, often destructive, has leveled any hope that a sustainable economic recovery could be reached. I fully believe if everyone just shut-up, go about their business but keep on the down low, outside investors and foreign capital would start flooding in, even if not all the problems have been fixed yet. A country as corrupt as ours has the ability to improve but if its political climate doesn’t change; all the gains the country has made will evaporate.
It unfortunately has already. – PDM
Defining Filipino II
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Recently, I got back from Atlanta and was pleased to find that my hotmail account was flooded with e-mail concerning the last column piece I wrote entitled “Defining Filipino.”
Some were in support of the column and the issue I wrote about. Others weren’t so enthusiastic.
Many chastised my conduct as irresponsible, careless, and others characterized the piece as “thoughtless, presumptuous and weak.” My two examples of others who I deemed were worthy for joining our rankings, failed to qualify in the eyes of some, prompting one to say they were “overbearingly irrelevant.” Some people believed the decision by the Filgrad was misguided, with one reader saying that their decision “reduced the history of the Third World Liberation Front at SFSU, the history of PACE and the militancy of self-determination.”
With respect to the girl in question, many questioned her right, her motive, her reasoning, with another reader telling me that “her efforts in our community were minimal,” and the only reason she joined was “to be with her friends.” From those I know and respect, they gave me a different view on the matter.
In retrospect, it’s understandable that such an issue would be met with such strong resistance. The Philippines and its people have been fighting for years from oppression from colonization so any “invasion” of that territory, whether from militaristic exercises to this action from those considered outsiders would have been dealt with an immediate and critical assessment.
Now, I’m sure it wasn’t the intention of the girl in question or the committee that decided to include her to demean the history and sacrifices of our forefathers by allowing her to participate as one of their members. Nor was it my intention when defending their stance.
When alluding to my examples of non-blooded Filipinos who I believe should be included among us, let me say that, I’m sure I’d have been able to write a whole essay about their individual contributions to our community, much more than sentence or two about pancit and kulintang that my column would allow. Perhaps the examples of what I wrote were not sufficient to some, but I would reiterate that they’ve done much more and removal of their contributions would have been a great lost to our community within their respective constructs of influence.
Now, there was something about some of the responses that disturbed me much of which went way beyond the scope of Filgrad. What I did fear was the sense that no matter what non-Filipinos do, they should never be accepted as one of us. One reader said, “Why is it that Filipinos must accommodate a white woman’s choices? Do we receive the same respect in the same way as white people? Obviously not.”
Another made the poignant argument, “You cannot become a Filipino through theory, extra-curricular activities, participation in community events or even denouncing your own culture.” According to both, only when we are accepted as Americans whose voices are equally heard and without racist comments placed against us can we place the whole concept of race behind us.
Now, no one denies the continuing saga which is the Filipino’s struggle for equality and respect around the world. Filipinos to this day struggle for religious freedoms in the heart of Saudi Arabia, are labeled terrorist for disparately looking for a better life by a freedom-loving America and receive no help from the Japanese or Korean governments who turn a blind eye from an entertainment industry which enslaves our kin in shady syndicates.
But if we decide to isolate our community only to ourselves and no one else in response to this unfair and unjust world, this ugly cycle will continue indefinitely. OFWs who continue to work in all corners of the world will never receive a hint of respect and dignity because those who treat us a second-tier beings could always reference instances where we’ve decided that no matter how closely others have decided to engage in our own community, we would not dare place them on a pedestal along side us. So, you think they will lift a finger to change reality to do the same for us in other parts of the world? Not a chance.
Now, our forefathers faced this same hostile reality, which belittled their role and value in the world. But what made their struggle awe-inspiring and inspirational… was not just their ability to stand up against their oppressors but it was the fact that Filipinos were able to organize, not just themselves but all workers of all ethnicities to come together and set forth on a common goal. Whether staged on the plantations of Hawaii, the fields of California, to the financial district in San Francisco, we were all reminded that Filipinos were continually and aggressively braking down ethnic, racial and cultural barriers to fight for a living wage, for freedom and equality not just for themselves but for all people, whether Chinese, Puerto Rican or Hispanic.
What the wealthier class of landowners feared about Filipinos … was not just their protesting-will but also their ability to unite with others for a common cause (of course in defiance of the owners who encouraged infighting among the races as their tool of control). So had it not been for their ability to organize and see past differences, Filipinos could not have achieved the success they did.
Yes, many of you were right.
Let us learn from the struggles of Filipinos and Filipino Americans who came before us. In spite of all the s**t they received from other peoples and other governments, they rose above and beyond the oppression, the racism and the colonialism and still came out with a sense of dignity and respect in their blood. Those colonizers may have played around with our language, destroyed our culture, imposed their own religion, institutionalized educational brainwashing, treated us like their little brown brothers, but we endured their torturous splat.
They came, saw and conquered even before we welcomed them with open arms, naively believing they had friendly intentions (in both instances). They sapped our resources for the growth of their countries halfway around the world but we were still willing to fight and die alongside those who have oppressed us. In every way possible, they tried their hardest to make us into their image but they forgot one thing: We will never see others or treat others as unequals like they have.
That perhaps is the beauty of the Filipino: our very humanity to all.
So in a way, those at Filgrad who decided to be inclusive could very well make the argument that they were making another step, be a small one in the direction of our forefathers.
I’m sure some of you perhaps are willing to include your own candidates (perhaps not the girl in question) while the rest of you will remain steadfast, citing that many of us have not received (or even worst) were denied the awards or respect from the rest of the world that we rightly deserve.
But by continuing to open the door to other respectable people who understand our experience into our community we would have denied our colonizers the power to destroy that one enduring quality that has remained with us for eons. And even better, by doing so, we would give our Overseas Foreign Workers and immigrants around the world the hope and chance that perhaps one day, those who oppress us would see that we have continued our goodwill through all the hardship and would turn around and welcome us in places such as the Middle East, in the Far East and yes…even in America. - PDM
See this article,"Defining Filipino II" and,"Defining Filipino III" in Philippine News. Click here
Define Filipino
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Recently at Filgrad, an event for graduating Filipino students at San Francisco State University, a white girl wanted to participate in the occasion as one of 70 other Filipino graduates.
The organizers were delighted to have her participate since she was involved in many Filipino affairs as one of Professor Begonia’s students. So it seemed logical for her to top off her stay at the university by celebrating it amongst her closest peers.
Well, word got out about this around campus and some Filipinos students took offense against this action, brazenly insinuating that those representing our former colonizers should not be involved in what clearly was considered a Filipino-labeled event. In fact, it became such an issue Professor Begonia threatened to boycott the event if she wasn’t allowed to participate. The organizers of Filgrad weren’t deterred by such audacious accusations from a few meddling students, but apparently strong feelings were being displayed about the very meaning of the word Filipino.
What exactly is the definition of a Filipino? Professor Benito Vergara asked such a question to students at his Philippine Literature class, but they were unable to come up with any definitive response.
It seems like a simple question with a long list of answers.
What makes a Filipino? Is it his/her comprehension and understanding of the language? Or how much lumpia one has consumed in one’s lifetime? Is he a baluthead? Or has the specific angle of the nose something to do with being Filipino?
Of course, some of those criteria have been used to a certain degree but the most common criteria that props up usually is based on one’s own lineage- basically, whether or not the person in question has Filipino blood in them.
But even this criterion seems overtly flawed.
Consider Ava Tong for instance. She takes time off to apply her skills next to the great Master Kalanduyan every Friday to learn the Traditional Music of the Southern Philippines. She has her own kulintang at home and plays it better than me or others I know.
And I bet you not all Filipinos would be willing to devote their time and effort to this wonderfully enchanting music but when she has the time, she’ll be learning Mr. Kalanduyan some of the most difficult and mind-boggling versions of sinulog or binalig he can come with. She’s always been exposed to Filipinos through many of her friends and now she’s here, reveling in our ancient heritage. And the interesting thing is, she’s not even Filipino.
Then there’s Tony Smith, a retired member of the special ops, living in a small town just outside Music City USA. Neither is he Filipino, but he and his wife are thrilled to invite many Filipinos over to their humble abode for some lumpia and pancit.
He enjoys retelling his stories about his adventures living off just insects in the backwoods of Tennessee or the jungles of Zambales, all the while as he spins a 8-foot-long bamboo stick with a fully –grown pig tacked onto it. By nightfall, you could play mahjong with him all the way until daybreak, winning or losing 10 or 20 cents while he says “bunot” and “sagasa” all night long.
Is this Southern hospitality? Perhaps.
Filipino hospitality? You bet.
In fact, these two are just a few of the examples of those who have not a drop of Filipino blood in them, but act and live as Filipino. They may not have our flat nose or fully understand our languages but they define what a Filipino is and how a Filipino should be. They are living the Filipino life and enjoying it in their own special way and therefore that makes them in an odd kind of way – more Filipino than some of us.
So we shouldn’t question whether or not one is Filipino based on ethnic dimensions.
Who we really should question are those full-blooded Filipinos who ridiculously called into question that girl’s acceptance into Filgrad. Their “I-am-a-Filipino” ID card should be revoked. – PDM
See this article,"Define Filipino" in Philippine News. Click here
(Kulintang Reinstated) - newsstory
SAN FRANCISCO - “It is official,” said Kenneth Monteiro, current Acting Dean of College of Ethnic Studies. “The course was reinstated.”
ETHS 545, a class devoted to the Tradition Music of the Southern Philippines, which had been destined to be eliminated from the curriculum of San Francisco State University, is to be funded for the upcoming fall 2005 semester.
The news was sheer joy to many of its students, some of whom broke into joyous tears over the news.
“I am so glad to hear the good news that Master Kalanduyan has been reinstated for Fall 2005,” said Jasmine Real, one of Mr. Kalanduyan many students, “because it is very important for us to know what our history is and to continue our Pilipino traditions by maintaining it. Master K is helping us in doing just that.”
“I am excited that the class is being offered again this fall,” said Kristine Cura, another one of Mr. Kalanduyan’s students. I am glad that the ETHS department is giving the students at San Francisco State University the unique opportunity to experience the beauty of the art of kulintang.”
The class, ETHS 545, taught by a great artisan and world-renowned musician, Master Danongan Sibay Kalanduyan, was slated to be axed because of California’s still constrained education budget. But because of widespread indignation throughout the community toward the administration’s decision, the university relented on their initial position to discontinue the class.
“Based on the primary budget projections upon which the first round of decisions were made, ETHS 545 did not make the cut,” Mr. Monteiro told Philippine News. “But the College received a small augmentation for the fall because of projected increases in our enrollment targets. We therefore chose to add ETHS 545 as a priority and we are happy with that choice.”
Faculty members, such as Professor Danilo T. Begonia, who held an important role in bringing kulintang music to the university, were particularly pleased with the administration’s decision. “I am glad that the College of Ethnic Studies has decided to reinstate the kulintang course. It speaks volumes about the value they place on the cultural treasures taught by Master Kalanduyan.”
“It was also very gratifying to see how quickly the students and community stepped up to support the Save the Kulintang Course movement,” said Mr. Begonia, referring to the immediate response students created in order to rescue ETHS 545. “Hopefully in the future, the course becomes a permanent offering.”
A Hollow Victory
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
Hopefully you’ve heard the news.
Kulintang music at San Francisco State is up and running for another semester this fall. Better sign you and your lola up, if you haven’t already.
Everyone involved seemed on the up and up. The university will retain a unique discipline taught by the one-and-only Master Kalanduyan and the students and the surrounding community will be on the verge of benefiting from another semester of kulintang pizzazz.
Only one problem though… Was this just a hollow victory?
Considering the class’ situation this fall, the answer would be ‘no’ but many concerns about this class have yet to be addressed — concerns which have lingered ever since the class’ very inception five semesters ago.
ETHS 545’s humble beginnings took shape when Mr. Kalanduyan was appointed SFSU’s distinguished artist in residence. Collaborating with Ating Tao, the SFSU-based drum ensemble, his presence generated a lot of exposure and attention for kulintang music.
“After his distinguished artist of residence was over,” said Professor Danilo Begonia, “We started to think ‘How could we keep him on campus because he was such a major asset to the community and to the university.’” What Mr. Begonia came up with was the creation of a Kulintang course, ETHS 545, which would be listed under Ethnic Studies.
But here’s the catch. When Mr. Begonia and the Acting Dean at the time, Tomás Almaguer went about doing this, steps were taken which strayed beyond normal university procedures. “When Professor Begonia wanted to offer that course,” said Professor Daniel Gonzales, “he should have had some communication with Asian American Studies (AAS) since it’s obviously a Filipino contact course. But there was never any consultation to my knowledge between AAS and Professor Begonia and Dean Almaguer. Basically, they did this to exclude AAS from the process of making the decision.”
Huh? Why would the previous administration want to leave out the AAS from a class that was clearly Asian-involved?
Well apparently, Mr. Almaguer held favoritism over some Ethnic courses. “Almaguer had a habit of taking resources away from different departments, shifting them over to the Ethnic Studies area and hiring whichever way he wanted,” said Mr. Gonzales. By doing so, Mr. Almaguer would have by-passed certain channels that would have gone against him, saving certain classes at his choosing from budget cuts. Such was the case for ETHS 545.
Now this arrangement would have been all honky-dory for all the classes under the Ethnics banner had it not been for the recent abdication of Mr. Almaguer. His abrupt departure caused a firestorm between the four departments with supporters of the former Dean accusing his critics of ousting him due to racially motivated agendas. Even worst, his swift departure spelled disaster for classes caught in the cross-fire such as Mr. Kalanduyan’s.
The correction to undo much of the prior damage caused by Mr. Almaguer would have eliminated many of funded courses under the imaginary Ethnic Department. Had it not been for the courage of a fearless few, Mr. Kalanduyan’s class would have been lost.
But no matter, even with his recent reinstatement, the damage to Mr. Kalanduyan had already been done. Because of the hasty way the class was introduced, the class has and will continue to remain in limbo, as a temporary class under the whims of the mythical Ethnics Department.
Mr. Kalanduyan would continue to receive more of the same: perhaps the lowest pay a lecturer could ever get under the curtain of a special contract. In fact, Mr. Gonzales said that had they in the AAS listed the course, “we would have asked that he be paid the appropriate level to his expertise, which would be much more, almost twice, what he is
actually getting paid. We couldn’t afford that... maybe only once a year, in a rotational cycle but at least he would have been paid a lecturer’s pay.”
And even worst, if ever the class is discontinued, only a very few would ever know about it.
University policy dictates that a class slated for elimination must undergo a full review by the faculty, the college, the Academic Senate, and even the president who would base the discontinuance of program according to such measures as its importance in addressing the university’s overall mission and the quality and excellence of the discipline.
ETHS 545 would surely qualify for many of those criteria but because this class never went through the proper channels on its inception, this class will never receive this luxury.
This therefore leaves ETHS 545: Traditional Music of the Southern Philippines at the mercy of the ebbs and flows of erratic monetary funding where only student intervention remains the only hope if the class does succumb to another budget axe.
It may be welcoming to hear of the class’ continuing run into the coming semester but it’s disheartening to see that nothing was done to address the class’ vulnerabilities or Mr. Kalanduyan’s own welfare. Such augmentations may insure the survival of the class in the near future but such quick fixes continue to do a great disservice to this master of all masters. – PDM
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Shortchanged
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
During class, one of Master Kalanduyan’s students, John Kenney, couldn’t comprehend why ETHS 545 was being cut.
He kept asking, “Does it really cost that much to keep Master Kalanduyan here at San Francisco State?”
Now, let’s be fair. Schools all across California are facing budget cuts so everyone within the school system is struggling. But if you think about it: Would his departure really have an impact upon the entire university budget whereby upon his exit, the school will be cushioned from the red ink?
Well, I went out and asked and according to those who are in the know… it’s pretty much a NO.
“Master Kalanduyan is here at the lowest possible rank,” said fellow Professor Danilo T. Begonia. “He’s a lecturer. He is a temporary from semester to semester. And you pay whatever ‘Mickey Mouse’ money that a lecturer gets. It’s almost embarrassing really. I’m almost ashamed to reveal what he probably gets, because he’s teaching only one course.
He gets the equivalent of only one-fifth of a full time faculty member… so he’s not getting paid a whole lot of money.
“It is an expensive course because it’s an activity course,” said Professor Daniel P. Gonzales, “but in my opinion, I agree, Professor Kalanduyan was being sorely underpaid. He was being paid by special contract about 1/3 less than a normal lecturer or an assistant professor at a lower level would get paid. And his value is much greater than that.”
So there it is. We have a prestigious master, highly regarded among his fellow Filipinos and musicians getting pennies to the dollar and whose value, according to Mr. Gonzales “is much greater than that.” And how much greater in value is Master Kalanduyan? Well, you wouldn’t believe.
If you were to assess him in terms of the recognition and stature he has as a music master, you would realize how revered he is by many educational institutions all over the United States.
“Other universities would sell their grandmothers to just to have a man of his stature on their faculty as permanent faculty, as tenured faculty, as assistant professor,” said Mr. Begonia.
Assessing him in terms of his relations to international issues, you would realize he is building bridges between religious boundaries. Being a Muslim man while teaching mostly Christian students, his works are alleviating the tensions that continue to build between these two religious worlds.
“He’s teaching Christian students, students from the United States,” said Mr. Begonia. “How do you put a price tag on something like that? Where do you see the kinds of efforts he has made of being a goodwill ambassador via music and dance, representing the Muslim traditions of the Philippines?”
In terms of revenue, his assessment would reveal that he generates a good deal of cash for the university via the performances he has. Whether for school functions or for college groups such as PACE, the university would usually get cut form the revenue made by charging what Mr. Begonia referred to as “operating and handling expenses.”
And his performances aren’t just local. Mr. Kalanduyan in fact draws large crowds whether playing for fellow Filipinos, around the Bay Area or even across the United States.
“He recently just finished a couple of places,” said Mr. Begonia, “Hawaii, Alaska, Cincinnati, New Mexico… and everywhere he goes, it reads, “Master Danongan Kalanduyan, faculty, San Francisco State University, College of Ethnic Studies.” Where can you buy that kind of propaganda, publicity that gives you the kind of positive advertising that comes with him? So if you think about it, in some ways, he’s already paid back what he’s already paid.”
“So let’s not talk about this non-sense,” said Mr. Begonia, “about, “Well this guy is costing us money. We can’t afford it.” Well, if you lose the guy, then you lose the money he represents in terms of earning potential. His presence here brings not only students but dignitaries, master artist, from the Philippines who would realize, “San Francisco State is legit.
San Francisco State is interested. San Francisco State is committed. We will go to that university because if they have a guy like Master Kalanduyan in that university, well obviously this university is culturally diverse and culturally sensitive.”
“We are basically riding on his coattails in other words, and we’re about to snip ourselves right of the coattails; take the scissors and cut us right off. We’re just going to blow him off, as if he were another piano teacher, another drum player and trumpet player.
“What he offers is very unique, very, very special, and it’s something the university will not be able to recover from.” - PDM
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Fund Cut Silences ‘kulintang’
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
SAN FRANCISCO — ETHS 545, a class that explores the art of kulintang (gong) music from the Southern Philippines, is getting the ax this coming semester.
This was a result of Calif. Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger’s moves to borrow $2 billion in funds from California’s already strained education budget. Similar culturally rich classes are also being eliminated.
Seeing no other option, San Francisco State University’s Ethnic Studies Department decided to terminate the course, leaving many students disappointed and angry.
“I’m really disappointed,” said Maribelle Navarez. “I thought this class was an opportunity for a lot Filipino American students who otherwise would not be exposed to certain cultural things to really explore subjects that you don’t get from family or from home,” she said.
Jocelyne Ampon, one of ETHS 545 teacher’s assistants, expressed a similar view. “I’m upset because now the class is finally becoming popular among students who aren’t Filipino, in Ethnic Studies or in the Music department.” she said. “These students are taking the class because they see there is something else other than classical musical taught here.”
ETHS 545 is taught by Master Danongan Sibay Kalanduyan, expert and scholar on the Maguindanao style of tribal kulintang music. He was born in the Mindanao province of Cotabato and grew up in an environment of traditional Mindanao music.
A Rockefeller grant in 1976 brought him to the U.S and he has been teaching kulintang music in universities since.
“I feel that transmitting the knowledge I possess is important for Filipino Americans everywhere, not only to preserve what may be the only authentic Filipino musical form, but also to encourage Filipino Americans to maintain contact with their cultural heritage,” he said in a published interview.
He further explained, “It is a musical tradition we’ve had in the Philippines before we were ever conquered by the Spaniards.
It’s a pre-colonial, pre-Islamic tradition of the Filipinos that most Filipinos nowadays are not familiar with. So basically, the class is here to educate our fellow Filipinos since this was their own heritage before any foreigner came to our country.”
Such was the case for Filipinos like Ampon, who learned a good deal about her own heritage from Kalanduyan’s course.
“The class is really important to me because I wanted something more involved in our music and culture. And when I found out about this class, I was like, Wow. That’s perfect, because I always wanted to learn how to play and this was a perfect chance,” she said.
SFSU has been offering the course for five semesters. About 25 students are enrolled in the class.
“Living in the United States for 12 years,” said Kristine Cura, one of Kalanduyan’s students, “I grew up exposed mostly to western or more specifically, American culture. Now that I am an adult, I yearned to learn more about Philippine culture and taking kulintang class has given me the opportunity to do so.”
Unfortunately, the series of budget cuts in education has led to the drying up of funding for smaller and highly specialized courses.
The SFSU said budget cuts are a reality the school faces every day.
“At this point, all I could say is that each of our chairs and directors are faced with difficult decisions based on limited budgets. Long-term, of course we need to restore full funding to public education,” said Ken Monteiro, Acting Dean of the College of Ethnic Studies.
“When Schwarzenegger said that fees were going to go up and education funding had to be temporary reduced, we knew we were really going to get hurt,” said Daniel Phil Gonzales, a Professor of Asian American Studies. “I mean, we’re still in the middle of budget cuts now. You’ve been seeing all the discontinuous wiping out of whole departments.”
Ultimately, Schwarzenegger restored part of the $2 billion budget cuts, but the amount did not go to Kalanduyan’s class.
Kalanduyan said he would like to continue teaching the class at San Francisco State “if the university would like me to continue.”
“What I’ll miss of course is seeing the faces of students who are very curious and interested in knowing more about the arts and culture of the Filipinos, specifically the people of Mindanao who keep and continue to strongly practice these arts.
What’s great is realizing these students are not only interested in just learning the music but also understanding the history of the music, the dance and how they can learn it and pass it on to younger Filipinos and other students interested in learning about Philippine culture heritage,” he said wistfully.
“There’s no other place to learn this but from Master Kalanduyan,” said Ava Tong, a long-time apprentice of the course. - PDM
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Filipino Pope, Anyone
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
IT’S a shame that the Philippines does not have
a front-runner contender for the papacy.
Looking at the list of potential candidates in many of the national papers, you’re not going to find a Filipino candidate in any of them.
Brazil and Mexico are the biggest Catholic nations in the world, each of them have at least one person in contention: Cardinals Claudio Hummes and Morborto Rivera Carrera from each country respectively.
America may be the fourth largest Catholic nation but they have no contenders for the papacy thanks to their recent scandals roiling over from years of sexual abuses.
Italy, the fifth largest Catholic nation has reduced influence in the College of Cardinals. Still, she has an impressive home field advantage with a plethora of contenders with every city-state along the Mediterranean to choose from.
Then there is third largest Catholic nation in the world: the Philippines.
Being one of the powerhouses of Catholicism and the biggest in the Asian block, it would be nice to see one of our own brown brothers go for the seat.
Now there is an Asian contender for the papacy but unfortunately it’s not from the Philippines but from India: Cardinal Ivan Dias.
Perhaps saying this would belittle other Christians and Muslims in the Philippines, but if one would crank out the numbers, when it all comes down to it, in terms of Catholicism, we are definitely one of its superpowers.
Unfortunately, we have nothing to show for it.
Being one of the powerhouses of Catholicism isn’t the only reason why the Philippines should place a cardinal in legions of others running for the papacy. The Filipino people are also in desperate need of a hero.
As of now, the most lasting figure from the Philippines at least on the world stage remains to be a woman with too many heels.
And with the ongoing political wrangling and government’s continued indifference to the needs of the masses, any faith the people have in their political leaders or the institutions they lead had long dried up.
Filipinos need someone like John Paul II had been to Poland in our own midst; someone who could make an impressionable inspiration for our people on the world stage for all to see.
In Poland, John Paul II was considered their savior. Upon becoming the pope, he galvanized his own people on his first visit to his homeland with millions of Poles ignoring the government’s restrictions, leaving their normal lives to greet him.
With his one visit, he brought back religion and God, steps that later lead to the unraveling of events that ultimately culminated with the downfall of Communism 10 years later.
An editor of a Polish Catholic weekly, Rev. Adam Boniecki, said to The New York Times, “This was a little country. We had the feeling that we practically didn’t exist, that we had been forgotten, and the pope told us who we are and that we were remembered. He was the presence who created the Polish identity.”
For a country generally ignored by the outside world except for being mentioned occasionally as an exporter of maids to Hong Kong or the Middle East, entertainment workers to Japan or blurted out by President George W. Bush as areas infested with terrorist cells, having a Filipino pope to create our own Filipino identity would be a God send.
Such a pope will raise our people up, make them feel good about whom they are and the country they represent.
There is no need for Filipinos to sly away and not represent themselves on the world stage when our country is very embroiled in Church theology where its pull even influences many of our domestic policies: issues such as family planning and population control.
John Paul II perhaps most enduring legacy upon the history of the world was his participation in the defeat of Communism that shielded many nations from the light of God.
His passing presents the close of that era but a new battle existing in the majority of Catholic nations endures: life-wrecking poverty that threatens the very quality of life the church is trying to protect.
Its defeat should be the mission of the new pope.
Filipinos therefore must there in the frontlines, ready to do battle. -PDM
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Annex Sabah
AS OF NOW, war perhaps is a long shot but not off the table yet.
I’m not referring to the long and arduous scuffle between some rebellions ruffians and the Philippine military in the Sulu Sea but brewing tension just a few miles due south of there between our closest Malayan neighbors: Indonesia and Malaysia.
In Jakarta, apparently, this is big news. According to the Jakarta Post, Jakarta insists that Malaysia has breached their territory invading one of their islands along the eastern coast of Kalimantan (Borneo).
The island in question, Sebatik, straddles the border between the Indonesian province of East Kalimantan and Malaysian Sabah. Perhaps this little island would have no value if it weren’t for the region just east of the island known as the Ambalat, which has been found to hold vast quantities of oil.
With claims by the Indonesian government that Malaysians have sent aircraft and warships into the area, Jakarta has countered with their own fleet of warships including four F-16 fighter jets for the protection of their own national sovereignty. At first glance, it may not be apparent how the Philippines is involved in this regional conflict until one realizes the perch the Malaysian government is using to retrieve that island: Sabah.
Many of you should remember Sabah. Sabah formerly known as British North Borneo, hugs the northeastern corner of Kalimantan, has long been disputed by the Philippines as their own territory. During the 1600’s, this territory was given as a token of gratitude to the Sultan of Sulu by the Sultan of Brunei in exchange for the former’s help during a civil war dispute by the latter.
According to historical records, two hundred years later, the Sultan of Sulu leased Sabah to an Austrian, Gustavus Overbeck and later to the British North Borneo Company for 5000 Malaysian dollars and armaments against the Spanish. So accordingly, the territory could not be transferred to another sovereignty without the express consent of the Sultan himself.
With the dawn of the 20th century, the British seemingly ignored pleas by Americans first and Filipino delegates later and consolidated Sabah with neighboring Sarawak and the peninsular Malaya to form Malaysia.
This latest controversy in the Sulawesi Sea is reviving old scars from that formation of the Malayan Federation 40 years ago which was opposed by both the Philippines and Indonesia. During that time, the Philippines broke off relations with Malaysia, insisting that Sabah was legally theirs while Indonesia saw Malaysia’s consolidation as Britain’s puppet state that threatened the very fabric of their independence.
So infuriated was Sukarno and his administration at their declaration that Indonesia went a step further, infiltrating parts of Sarawak and Sabah in 1963. Battles along the northern Borneo border and the Malayan Peninsula increased between Indonesian troops and Malaysians who were backed by regiments of British, Australian, Singaporean and even New Zealander soldiers.
Fighting only ceased with the coup d’etat of President Sukarno in 1965.
Today, even before the conflict over the island of Sebatik, relations were already heighten between Malaysia and its two neighbors thanks to Malaysia’s first crackdown on illegal foreign workers since 2002.
Malaysia is continually pressuring both nations to remove thousands of Filipinos and close to half a million Indonesians who have remained there illegally after the so-called amnesty period had ended.
As reported by Philstar, the crackdown, involving 300,000 police, immigration officials and volunteers, have sent offenders fleeing and leveled hundreds of captured detainees fines, jail time and even a caning. So with any further agitations, such as the one occurring in Eastern Kalimantan, you could be sure such acts won’t be helping mend any of the broken fences.
Now you would think Malaysians would have learned from their own history about what happens after claiming land about their neighborhood. Being the smaller country of the three, Malaysia should be treading delicately between their bigger brothers, especially Indonesia who dwarfs them by population alone. Of course, by upping the crackdowns on foreign illegal workers and awarding contracts of blocks to oil-gas rich water along questionable border areas, they apparently don’t seem to mind taking the whole cake and eating it too.
And if this isn’t just more proof of the saying, “History repeats itself,” Indonesia’s moody public has reacted to Malaysia’s actions accordingly: burning the Malaysian flag and advocating calls to war. In fact, thousands of youths from Sumatra to Sulawesi have joined youth organizations ready to do battle, hoping to “crush Malaysia,” a cry that was echoed by President Sukarno only 40 years ago. Of course years ago, that kind of rhetoric lead straight to intermittent war known by locals as the “Konfrontasi.”
Who knows what would happen this time.
With the set up as it is, Ate Glo couldn’t have been handed a better situation to take advantage of; a situation that her father was not fortunate enough to receive during his reign: a reason for the complete annexation of Sabah. Confer with Indonesian diplomats over our score with Malaysia about the region in question.
Tell them Malaysia may win the dispute over the Ambalat but if they lose the Sabah dispute, not only will they lose a chunk of North Borneo but also the claim to Sebatik and the oil that lies nearby. As of now, Malaysia is willing to go to the International Court of Justice (ICJ) over the Ambalat region, but I’m sure they wouldn’t want to bring up the Sabah dispute again there either.
The dispute has documentation in 1939, prior to the formation of the federation that undoubtedly gives ownership of Sabah to the late Dayang Dayang Piandao and his heirs. Let the Indonesians place added pressure on Malaysia on the Sabah region, insisting that if the Malaysians continue to pursue the Ambalat region, Indonesia would back the Philippines’ claim over Sabah to the ICJ.
Ate Glo should seal the deal by making consolidations with the Indonesians that by us retaining Sabah, we would not interfere with Indonesia’s sovereignty over the island of Sebatik.
If this all falls through, Ate Glo would not only be seen as a regional peace-broker but a heroine within her own borders in this win-win situation for both nations. Indonesia would peacefully retain an island they have always considered theirs and lose the nuisance of a smaller rival near their richer provinces in East Kalimantan. The Philippines would finally retain jurisdiction over Sabah, a region rich with a growing eco-tourism, the highest peak in Southeast Asia, Kinabalu, and perhaps a chance to inaugurate our first national monkey: the orangutan.
So move over Philippine tarsier. There maybe a new monkey in town. - PDM
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The First Lumpia
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
FAIRYTALES and folklore have been commonplace throughout the world and there have been quite a few in America that have been imported from the relics of the ancient world and the northern regions of Europe.
Even The Philippines has their own mythologies about the origins of the world, man, etc., but I’ve been particularly interested on where things, especially things unique to the Philippines, came from.
The year is 2020. We approached the toll plaza passing an old sign that has been mired from years of punishment by year after year of changes. The latest one simply read: Toll $20.
As we approached the incline, I looked over at the corroding “off ramp”, the result of bickering politicians who also were never able to agree on any single design whatsoever.
The supposedly “new” eastern span turned into something akin to the abandoned approaches along the Florida Keys, relics of a gone by era.
Snarling our way towards the island, my son, bored out of his mind, started staring at the abandon approach. At this time, I found the perfect opportunity to tell him a story.
“Son, I’d like to tell you a story about the first lumpia.”
My son looked back at me, a little stunned but somewhat intrigued.
“Yeah. You’d like it. It’s the best. Number one.
How the first lumpia came to be…
It all started long ago, in a far, far away archipelago.
Here, among the thousands and thousands of islands warped in the lush vegetation and filled with birds and monkeys of all kind, was kingdom of unimaginable proportion. It was a place where cultures collided, interacted and formed a labyrinth of intricate ideas and belief, which soon laid the foundation for their own enlightened and vibrant culture.
Here lived a princess of unimaginable beauty. Her name was Princess Jin that translated meant, “Golden Princess.” She was indeed the most beautiful of the entire kingdom and was blessed with an ilong most Filipinas could only dream of.
One day, the dear princess was craving for some egg rolls from a far away land. Her craving lead to a call that was made throughout the kingdom for the one who was willing enough to risk life and limb in search of this crispy roll. A week later thousands gathered in the grand auditorium to witness what figures would appear in front of the court for the princess’ request.
But no one showed. For hours, the people were gripped in silence that not a hint of courage remained in this archipelago kingdom.
Then, in the distance, trumpets blared. With dust gathering up on the road came a man wearing a bamboo hat and stateside clothing who rode on a carabao with a large and fragranced rosary wrapped around its bow. His name was Philip but many knew him by his nickname “Boy Carabao” for he always traveled atop his carabao wherever he may go.
Whence he reached the grounds of the auditorium, he got off his carabao and entered the court wearing his slippers and faced the bewildered princess.
Shouting for all to hear, he said to her, “I will take up the challenge to find this precious roll your majesty.
I will swim through the largest ocean, walk through the tangiest jungle, climb the highest hill… just for the chance to win your heart.”
With that said, an enthusiastic cry filled the grand auditorium, with people shouting their praise.
The next day thousands upon thousands lined the streets to wish the fair boy on the carabao farewell and good travels. They lined his path with coconut leaves, handed him fruits of all kind from furry rambutans to fist-sized guavas and gave him boxes of instant noodles so he may remain safe and prosperous. Then he entered the dark and ominous jungle, hopefully to return.
For three months, Boy Carabao swam through the largest ocean, walked through the tangiest jungle, and climbed the highest hill. He fought off fire-breathing komodo dragons and an army of hounding orangutans and battled with sneaky pirates and pick-pocketers of all kind but nothing would deter him.
He was indeed resolute; his goal fully set in his mind. At the end of the three month long journey, he reached the gates at dusk. Snowdrifts piled high along its red locks, the wind creating a chilling howl as it slithered along the imposing wall, which stretched for miles in each direction.
At the gate’s entrance, there was only silence, a desolate place with only a solitary gong hanging on the outside. His blistered hands reached for note attached to the hanging gong, which read: Please ring for assistance. Thank you.
With that, he took the baton that was chained to the gong (apparently, enough people have taken the baton either by accident or intentionally that it was necessary to chain it as well) and rung the golden gong.
The vibration was deep, creating low bass sound that could be felt under his skin.
Suddenly, he felt something pinching his throat. The Boy Carabao realized he was surrounded by five fighting monks. All were covered in black with even their faces concealed except only for a small shiver of skin that revealed their small eyes. They were deliciously dangerous, prepared and in no mood to talk.
“Who dares enter the kingdom of Peking,” said one of them.
“Ay, my goodness. I have come to seek out the secrets of the egg roll,” pleaded Boy Carabao, his voice trembling at the point of their swords. “Please don’t kill me.”
The one who spoke soon consulted with another monk in whispers, while the other three held their ground. After a brief conversation, the spokesman replied, “You may enter the city as you wish… but no fishy business.”
Boy Carabao let out a sigh of relief as three of the monks left, flying in mid-air, hopping over the fortified walls and out of sight. The other two remained guarding Boy Carabao from what was about to happen.
As soon as they departed, the giant gates opened. Light shimmered out of the crevasse, forming an inviting ray, which contrasted with the outside gloom.
As Philip and his carabao entered through the opening gates, they were immediately transported into a whole new world. Lining the streets were store upon store with shopkeepers selling a variety of things from ladies shoes and fine china to fireworks and pirated VCDs.
Avenues were filled with people biking, strings filled with laundry crisscrossed the sky as people of all kinds hustled and bustled below carrying all kinds of things either with poles on their shoulders on in handheld wagons. It indeed was a whole new world.
The two monks escorted Boy Carabao through side streets passing temple after temple towards the palace. Entering through another set of heavy gates, they set foot upon a stone courtyard, which was surrounded by the rest of the palace grounds. The buildings before them shimmered in a red glow, which was emitted throughout the premises.
The monks that had escorted them all the way here soon vanished, perhaps themselves flying off to levitate in another part of the city.
As both of them awkwardly waited alone in the mist of the courtyard, a woman appeared at the top of the staircase of the largest of the palace’s towers. Wearing a silk gown, she glided out with an ambiance of a floating swan with two chopsticks stuck out through the bob in her hair. She stopped a mere few feet from the wary traveler.
“So it is you that seeks out the secrets of the magical roll,” said Agnes Lau, Queen of Peking.
“Yes, your majesty. It is I who has come to seek out the precious roll,” Boy Carabao humbly said, getting off his trusted carabao and kneeling in front of her.
“Then follow me.”
She lead him pass the stone courtyard, the lush gardens, the guard room where three officers were practicing their off-key karaoke and up some stone staircases towards one of the larger towers.
Only until they reached one of the larger galleries, that were dimly lighted by the silk lanterns that surrounded the walls, did they stop.
“Wait here,” said the queen.
Boy Carabao stopped awkwardly almost losing one of his slippers in the process. While he waited, Queen Lau pulled out a golden chest from a white cabinet. She stood over it first and then opened it, revealing a golden glow, which soon reflected off her face.
“Inside this magical chest is the all-important ingredients used to make the egg roll,” Queen Lau said.
Boy Carabao looked on with earnest. Inside the golden chest, lay all kinds of ingredients from water chestnuts, crisp celery to bean sprouts and jars of sesame oil and of course stacks of egg roll wrappers. She removed a few of them and handed them to Boy Carabao. He felt the cold, moist nature of each of these on his hands, as if these ingredients had been refrigerated. Soon afterwards, the queen taught him the art of making the cherished egg roll.
After a week at the palace, he left this gated city carrying fresh bags of wrapper and chestnuts in brightly, pink ”Thank You” plastic bags that were tied to his carabao. He said farewell to the people selling cheap Justin Timberlake CDs and fake Louis Vuitton bags and headed off into the distance.
On his way back though, he and his carabao were trotting along the shore, when they heard a strange sound. The fish started bobbing along the shoreline as the water from underneath them receded. Philip and his carabao stalled, startled by the ocean sudden reclusive nature. But seconds later, the ocean rose up higher than the coconut trees and began advancing upon the shoreline.
Immediately, Philip and his carabao retreated toward the jungle but it was too late. The carabao let out a low groan as its legs were kicked out from underneath it and Philip began being swept up by the water. Soon they were sucked up into the large wave, rising many feet before being thrown back to the jungle floor below. Boy Carabao lost his grip on his carabao and soon was all alone. When he came to, he realized he was drifting along with thousands of remains of the jungle he once passed. Gasping for air, he lunged for the nearest driftwood he could find and held on tight until finally the water receded around where he floated.
Soon he was standing among the mist of utter destruction. Devastated, he scrapped up the remaining egg roll wrappers that were attached to his belt and sat along the beach. His carabao, the magical bean sprouts were all gone… swept out into the big blue ocean.
As he sat on one of the fallen tree trunks thinking, he noticed a large ship in distance, its enormous sails gyrating to the push of the western winds. As the day wore on, it drew closer to Boy Carabao until the enormous Manila galleon finally ran aground along the beach, close by to where he sat. Boy Carabao read the sign along its bow its enormous letters reading “De Flores.”
Soon, a man appeared at the top of a deceasing staircase. Wearing brand-named sunglasses and a Hawaiian T-shirt, this captain who seemed in tip-top shape for a sailor stepped off the boat along with his talking chihuahua, aptly named Quiero.
“Hola, amigo,” Commander Martin de las Flores said. “What’s happenen’.” The commander set off in front of the exhausted Boy Carabao, extending his heavy hand in a sign of respect.
“Nothing much, Martin,” Boy Carabao said, shrugging while looking across the vast ocean. “Just lost everything… my ride, my food, my mission… to a manic wave. But other than that… nothing much.”
“Are you hungry?” said Martin, his mind obviously on food. “Wanna burrito, fajita or of these stylin’ new tacos?” He held one in his hand. “Soft or hard shell. We got them in the back.”
Philip was in no mood.
Martin still looked puzzled. “Well, if you need a ride, we’re headed for a stop over in Tokyo before heading back to México.”
“No. That’s ok Martin. I still need to complete my mission. Maybe next time.”
“Mission?” Martin said surprised. “What mission?”
“Ah… I needed to find the secrets of the egg roll and bring one back to the princess of the kingdom of Yogyakarta. Unfortunately, the sudden surge of ocean washed away much of those treasured secrets, leaving only these few wrapper rolls.”
Martin looked over to the portion of ocean which Boy Carabao’s eyes seemed focus on, while his dog was wailing beside him, possibly anxious to go on and continue their journey. Martin then broke the awkward silence, saying, “Well, We must be on our way. They’re many weeks ahead of us to Acapulco.”
Martin patted Boy Carabao on the shoulders and retreated back to the galleon, following his yapping dog. As they were about to embark Boy Carabao thought of something.
“Wait… hold up,” he shouted at Martin and his crew.
“What. What is it?”
“You still have the ingredients for those tacos and burritos?”
Boy Carabao soon went over the inventory of supplies in Commander Martin de las Flores hull, picking out the various things he needed that would likely make an impressive roll.
The fresh onions and garlic, cabbage and ground beef reminded him of some of the stuff he picked out from the golden chest but he tried out new ingredients like green beans, which intrigued him.
Borrowing a small boat from Martin, he fished for shrimp in the surrounding tropical waters for days, cut them into pieces at night. Using the remaining magical wrappers he had, he cut out new rolls that were thinner than those used in the egg rolls in Peking. He soon called his roll a lumpia.
When he was ready, he lunged the two bags on his back and headed off, this time with the use of only his slippers back to the kingdom down under. Returning to whence he came, thousands again lined the streets to greet the boy of all carabaos. Though many were surprised by the lack of his own carabao below his waist, they reveled in the joy that he had returned with the magical egg roll in hand.
Soon Boy Carabao returned to the court where the princess and her family were waiting. They presented him with a large deep fryer they borrowed from the McDonald’s next door. Boy Carabao took one of the rolls and dipped it into the boiling hot oil.
A sharp sizzle was heard accompanied by a large gasp by the crowd. The oil soon transformed the roll from pale white to a darker, golden crisp. Boy Carabao removed one from the oil and offered it to the young princess.
She took a bite. Crispy on the outside but warm and soothing on the inside. As she chewed, the guards waited impatiently by her side, ready to kill Boy Carabao if he did not please the princess.
“It doesn’t taste like the egg roll I remembered,” she said.
Boy Carabao started to sweat, knowing full well the guards were ready to whist him away.
“But I like it. This is wonderful,” she said.
The crowd roared into a standing ovation as they picked Boy Carabao up and shuffled him high above their heads, celebrating him as their living hero. That day, Boy Carabao won the hearts of a whole kingdom that soon began chomping on the crunchy lumpias and the heart of a princess and both of them lived happily ever after. Up to this day, people throughout the archipelagos of
Indonesia and the Philippines enjoyed the scrumptious lumpia thanks to the adventures of Boy Carabao.
“So what do you think?” I asked my son, who continued to look out in the distance at the various break lights that illuminated our path.
“They had karaoke long ago?” he asked.
Huh? That wasn’t exactly the type of insightful question I expected but what can I say. I guess this just means another far-fetched adventurous tale about Boy Carabao in his search for the first karaoke machine.- PDM
See this article,"The First Lumpia I" and,"The First Lumpia II" in Philippine News. Click here
Lost in a Shun
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
NASHVILLE, Tenn. — Her arrival came to me through an email invitation from the Philippine Consulate General.
The email read: “The Bay Area Filipino American Community and The Philippine Consulate General of San Francisco celebrate the first visit to the United States of Her Excellency Gloria Macapagal Arroyo in her new mandate as President of the Republic of the Philippines” at the Hyatt Regency, in Burlingame.
Price tag: $30. Apparently, her first tour of duty was to receive her doctorate at the University of San Francisco (USF) then swing down to Burlingame the next day to be applauded into her second term.
At the time, I wasn’t particularly concerned about her visit. I knew by late October the League of Filipino Students from San Francisco State University was planning to rally at USF citing Glo’s record of human rights violations, but on the same day of the doctorate, I would be unavailable, receiving the Best Youth Voice Special Achievement Award from the New California Media in Sacramento.
When I found out later about the supposed barring of three professors from San Francisco State (one of them ironically receiving a Special Achievement Award for Valley Reporting herself) and their students from Her Excellency’s presence, I was surprised.
Very surprised. I mean, what a way for Ate Glo to recognize some of the most revered individuals within the Filipino American community in such an honorable way. Shunning them through other channels, silently and indirectly, just makes me wonder what kind of message she was trying to send the younger Filipino American generation who adore these professors and accompanying students for their passion and charisma.
Exactly what could these professors possibly have done that could make Ate Glo and her entourage fearful of their presence within their mist? Were they that known for their “troublesome” presence here in the San Francisco Bay Area that they’ve even been making waves thousands of miles away? For such humbled beings, I’m sure these professors would be surprised by the complement.
It was a pity I was unavailable to attend either of Ate Glo’s public… I mean, restricted appearances. The fact I was invited to one of them even though I was closely associated with a few of the barred professors, that being Daniel Begonia, being one of his former students would have placed me on the wonderful tight-rope of admission.
Would I have come in as a disruptor of the peace? Or a docile, go-with-the-flow, I-want-to-take-a-picture-with-the-president parishioner? Oh no no no.
I would have wanted to ask one question and one question only. And it would have had nothing to do with her honorary degree, her new mandate or something about human rights.
In fact, I have another pressing issue in mind.
A few weeks ago, The Wall Street Journal published a piece on the front page entitled “In Vast Archipelago Unlikely Force Gains Grip: Democracy.” In it, the story revealed the dramatic turn around about our neighbor to the south, Indonesia, in embracing the ideals of democracy.
The process of decentralization which has been gradually transferring power to the masses from a smaller elite group has caused bouts of corruption but also in an ironic twist spawned the very democracy which now is battling that same corruption.
According to Timothy Mapes, citizens have turned to their votes sweeping away corrupt officials and electing new ones who better address their needs. In fact, so widespread has democracy gripped the country that defeats of sitting officials have been felt all the way up to presidency, where incumbent Megawati was voted out by General Yudhoyono, a man whom the U.S. Ambassador to Jakarta, Ralph Boyce, sees as the one who “could restore Indonesia to its rightful place as the leader in the region.”
What interesting to note is that Indonesia has many of the same problems facing the Philippines: growing unemployment, declining foreign investment and separatist insurgencies in outlying parts of the nation.
But in terms of dealing with those problems, Indonesia seems to be doing a much better job. In terms of elections, the Philippines suffered elections plagued by strings of bombings, cries of fraud and continued speculations of anarchy and coups at ever turn.
Indonesia though seemed undeterred by bombings of their own and held what has been labeled “the world’s largest and most complex one-day election ever.” In fact, so successful was their election, it was reported that 80 percent of their 155 million registered voters participated in their election helped out by two of Indonesia’s largest Islamic organizations who helped out with 100,000 election monitors. Even the United States could only pull off a voter participation percentage of 50 percent.
With this turn of events, it’s no wonder that Asia Foundation’s Tim Meisburger was happy to tell The Wall Street Journal that, “Indonesia is today the most democratic country in Asia, including Japan.”
This shouldn’t be a surprise to Indonesia which the New York Times labeled as a country with “one of the worst-performing economies in the vibrant Asian region, rampant corruption and a homegrown terror network,” as much as to the Philippines.
For the Philippines, our true shining point was being the only true democracy in the Southeast Asian region. With the direction of the country purring along while all our neighbors are roaring, becoming the next tigers in the region, our democracy was our signature in a rift of growing poverty, overpopulation and corruption.
Now, for a country such as Indonesia which only a mere seven years ago spiraled through a dramatic upheaval filled with riots and rapes leading to the downfall of authoritarian regime of President Suharto showing signs of an enlightened democratic process reveals a complete failure in the way things are done in the Philippines.
The Philippines had two chances for turnaround democracy via two bloodless, nonviolent transitions into new administrations but it’s disheartening to note that there was nothing accomplished after those triumphant victories by the people.
Now finally, with another six years on the contract for Ate Glo, the Philippines finally loses that one last cent of respect we’ve had in the global community of being the leader of democracy in the region to Indonesia.
So with that in mind, I would like to ask Ate Glo my question: How the Philippines could lose their democratic edge on her watch to a country with a worst human-rights record and a higher corruption ranking?
It seems unfathomable but unfortunately a coming reality which could be summarized simply by a remark from Mr. Boyce who said, “It’s extremely impressive that this emerging democracy has been able to develop an Indonesian-style election system that to date has worked in free and fair and extremely peaceful fashion.”
When will we get our free, fair and extremely peaceful election Mrs. President, one that would again make us the undisputed and true leader of democracy in the region? Would I get a direct, well-reasoned answer? Or some kind of run-around or even worst the “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear the first part of the question” Rummy-style answer?
For now we may never know.
Maybe when she returns to receive her honorary degree from San Francisco State.
That will be the day. - PDM
See this article,"Lost in a Shun" in Philippine News. Click here.
Boxed In
By Philip Dominguez Mercurio
ANOTHER presidential season has come and gone, and hopefully everyone who could have voted in their own special way, did this November.
Delegates of all forms sprang into action en masse, enticing “newbies” to fill out those all too wonderful voter registration forms.
Now, I could never understand these registration forms.
They seem straight forward. Just fill out your full name, your address or describe where you live if you don‘t have a roof over your head, Social Security number and California ID. Then answer a couple of residency qu