No Stopping
I will not tell you about the ordeal we suffered, but I will tell you about how that did not stop me.
I will not tell you about the ordeal we suffered, but I will tell you about how that did not stop me.
Ironically, I must leave what I know as home for what I know as a battlefield: from Mindanao to Manila. Strange, how years before, my paradigm was in a complete reverse, patterned to common myths of vain consequence. And now, my permanent home will not be the mapped streets and affixed buildings of the known city that I head toward, but the roving mountains and seas, unmarked except by restless feet that follow stars and struggles. Soon enough, I shall be called back home.
At this point in our nation’s journey through time as a republic, we are thankful to President Benigno S. Aquino III for having forewarned us about the possibility of an abnormal type of governance to happen in our country. We are thankful because we are promptly reminded by his own pronouncements to be extra alert and be closely on guard lest we be caught flat-footed like what happened in 1972 when then President Ferdie Marcos declared martial rule over the entire Philippine archipelago.
The simple logic is: Since the rich mineral resource lands are ancestral domains of the Lumads, it goes without saying that the Lumads should be removed! By deceit or by death.
This is our time. The fate of the Philippines is in our hands. Let’s do this for our country. Let us redeem its dignity where it lost it—right where we are now. Let us be who we are called to be. Let us not allow anyone to enslave us further. Let’s do this not for hatred of the government, but for the love of our country, our motherland.