“My dreams when a lad, when scarcely adolescent: my dreams when a young man, now with vigor inflamed: were to behold you one day: Jewel of eastern waters: griefless the dusky eyes: lifted the upright brow: unclouded, unfurrowed, unblemished and unashamed”.
There seems to be a belief or underlying assumption that Filipinos are a corrupt and/or corruptible people and therefore the best way to govern and do business with them is to feed that tendency: be the corruptor [...]
From September 3 to 5, 2010, Knights of Rizal from all over the world converged in Las Vegas to attend the Knights of Rizal 3rd USA Regional Assembly, mainly to exchange ideas on the theme: “Proper Education: The Key To People’s Freedom From Poverty And Ignorance”. The theme leads us to ask: What is ‘proper education’ from Rizal’s perspective? [...]
Was his death at the hands of a Filipino firing squad who themselves were at the mercy of a Spanish firing squad behind them, worth all his hope: Yo muero cuando veo que el cielo se colora y al fin anuncia el dia tras lobrego capuz (I am to die when I see the heavens go vivid, announcing the day at last behind the dead night) that he could one day behold his beloved joya del Mar de Oriente secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente, sin ceno, sin arrugas, sin manchas de rubor (Jewel of eastern waters: griefless the dusky eyes: lifted the upright brow: unclouded, unfurrowed, unblemished and unashamed!)?
One hundred and eleven years have passed and still Inang Bayan’s dusky eyes are full of grief, her brows are still neither lifted nor upright – still clouded, still furrowed, still blemished, still ashamed! Paradoxically, the problems are different yet the same: nor more foreign colonizers, only the Filipino elite; no more struggle for independence, just the daily struggle for freedom from want and freedom from fear.
“Mis suenos cuando apenas muchacho adolescente, Mis suenos cuando joven ya lleno de vigor, Fueron el verte un dia, joya del Mar de Oriente Secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente, Sin ceno, sin arrugas, sin manchas de rubor. Ensueno de mi vida, mi ardiente vivo anhelo, Salud te grita el alma que pronto [...]
I submit Quezon did not wish hell upon his people. … His main point was not the ephemeral consequences of what could appear as a “heaven” or a “hell”, but rather the eternal substance of the people of the Philippines exercising their God-given power to choose their own destiny [...]