Saturday, April 14, 2007

Cry for What We Lost

Just posted among the links a video made shortly after the EDSA Revolution. Be sure to check it out because it will make you cry. I left the country a few years after those heady times when everything seemed so bright and hopeful. There had to be only good days to come. Boy, was I wrong.

This is what happens when we stray from our ideals. When we compromise on our ethics hoping to achieve ephemeral profit. Even then they sang about unity and freedom and truth and heroism and responsibility towards the poor (recall the image of the emaciated child?). How green was our Valley then.

2 comments:

Sylvia said...

The name of that child was Joel Abong, Martin, and he was dying of hunger in "tiempos muertes" in Negros Occidental.

The price of sugar was down in the world market, and the likes of Bobby Benedicto and his sugar planter friends ("gentlemen," all) were storing sugar sacks in their emptied swimming pools, waiting for prices to go up, meanwhile laying off or not hiring the desperate sakada migrant workers, who had long lost their own land to till - to feed themselves and their children, like joel.

sylvia

etsapwera said...

The way I see it, the EDSA revolution is not really a road (pun intended): it's not the means to get anywhere. The EDSA revolution only showed us a "way out." It does not tell us what to do when we've walked out that door.