Showing posts with label Freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Freedom. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 September 2016

On people blaming Ferdinand Marcos

Post below was my comment to a friend's post in Facebook last week. I thought I'd keep a copy here in my blog.

It's annoying that a lot of people are blaming former President Ferdinand Marcos for all the troubles during the Martial Law. Although I firmly believe that Marcos should still be accountable of his term and administration, it doesn't mean salo niya ang lahat.

People, and whoever has the legal means, should prove in the court of law all their accusations and not just with stories. Para matapos na. I'm not saying the killings and rape stories are not true. Ang daming pamilya ang nag-suffer dahil may kaanak silang na-torture, rape, at napatay. Legit 'yun. Pero sino ba talaga ang totoo at dapat managot?

What if hindi pala lahat ng bintang nila kay FM ay totoo? What if hindi pala talaga kasalanan ni FM 'yun? Pero si FM at ang Marcos family sinisisi nila. Nasaan ang hustisya r'on? Magdusa man ang mga Marcos kung hindi naman sila ang totoong may kasalanan, wala rin ang akala nilang hustisya. Malaya pa rin ang sino man dapat managot. Hindi 'yun makatarungan.

Kung si FM naman talaga ang dapat na managot sa lahat, tapusin na ang kaso. Isara na at ibigay na ang hustisya sa mga biktima. 'Wag na patagalin dahil ang daming tao ang nagdurusa at umaasa ng hustisya.

Now Playing: Susie Suh - Here With Me

Sunday, 15 May 2016

The 5-kilometre thoughts

Despite my 2 1/2 hours of sleep, because I was quite nervous yesterday, I'm glad to have woken up and made it to the fun run. I mean I was able to complete it.

My 5-km running time? 38 minutes, 40 seconds.

It would've been lesser had my rectus abdominis and abdominal oblique muscles, both right, not forgotten that there's a scheduled fun run this morning. I had to walk then and longer than necessary because I had to take my lateral and posterior muscles into consideration as they were also hurting these past days. I didn't want to be a casualty.

So while running, jogging, and walking... the following thoughts filled my head. Except for number one, the rest were in no particular.

1. My crush. He's got to be in this spot because it's his habit to run in my head every now and then. He's probably covered at least a kilometre of my run/walk this morning. Perhaps it's the reason, besides his other physical activities, that he'sfit.
2. Faith in humanity. I think having watched Supergirl had be changed as well. The tv series is a bunch of sunshine so it rubbed on me. I remember some staff of the organizers along the running path cheering for the runners. As they did, there would be a smile on my face and I would remember that there's still good in humanity, that it's not a bad thing to believe in people.
3. Countdown. This has been playing in my head for months now so it slipped in my thoughts during the fun run. I don't know when it shall end but I'm pretty sure it shall come down to that. Though I wish it to end soon, like very soon, there are factors that need to be considered. For one, the answer to why. So far, I only have a reason or two. It's time to go; and there's no more reason to hang around.
4. Sleep. I've been craving for sleep lately.
5. Blindspot. I want to continue watching this series. As of the time of the fun run, I've only watched 3 episodes. Got to admit that I missed Weller's voice. What's with the Aussie people's baritone voice? I'm not sure though if Sullivan's Australian.
6. Supergirl! I miss this series. I just miss it.
7. The sun. I love the sun's warmth upon my skin in the morning, especially when I'm jogging or running. It was great to have that experience during the 5-km fun run.


Friday, 21 August 2015

12 Years a Slave

I was in Power Books at Greenbelt when I thought of buying a classic work. Instead of a typical novel, I decided to go for 12 Years a Slave, an autobiography of Solomon Northup, a free but coloured man who was abducted and sold into slavery. He was born free but suffered the unfortunate fate of some of his fellows. Thankfully, and praise God for that, Northup did not die a slave. He was able to reclaim his freedom and be united with his family albeit after 12 years.

What made me buy this book was my now interest in biographies. I've already bought a few at least a year ago but I haven't really made it a personal interest to collect some, not even a few. I went for 12 Years a Slave because it's an actual account of someone who was made a slave. He was not just a slave, though only for a period of time, but he was an outsider who experienced slavery. His view of the system was obviously different because he was not born into it but was fully treated as if he was.

I remember crying hard, not just once nor twice, when I read Solomon's story. 12 Years a Slave is heart-breaking. I can only imagine what it was really like. We should thank the great men and women who did their part to put a stop into this wicked practice.

I could say Northup bore the experience of slavery "for us." In our time and generation, I believe we can't appreciate the system. We may, and will definitely, raise a brow seeing men brutally hurt by their masters nowadays. But what was it like for the masters back then? How on earth could they dare and stand to hurt a human being to the point of almost death? Why would they treat and consider another human a mere property no less than a farm animal? And for what? Because they were born black? A negro? Who started that wicked thought?

Back then, slavery was a norm. It was legal and perceived as natural as purchasing anything. But how the masters treated their slaves was another story. Having servants may have been mentioned in the Bible more than a dozen times but some seemed to have forgotten that God also cares for the slaves, basically anyone who is maltreated and oppressed by their masters and the society. We were taught or told that rampant sexual immorality caused God to fire sulfur at Sodom and Gomorrah, but only few realized that it was not the only reason. Too much wickedness abound in both cities. Cries of oppression reached the heavens. There was too much injustice in Sodom and Gomorrah.

There was a day, while I was still reading this book, when I got so upset with our driver that I wanted to call him and tell him words that were not nice. I was so upset because he did something wrong and cost me. Then I remembered 12 Years a Slave and those wicked masters mentioned by Northup. What makes me different then? Of course I couldn't and wouldn't whip our driver but my words, those I intended to lash him with, would probably have had the same effect. I grieved that such wicked intent came into me.

"A man with a particle of mercy in his soul would have not beaten even a dog so cruelly." This is my favourite quote from the book. Today, we grieve the death of an animal but back then a slave beaten to death would be justified because of the slave's disobedience. It's hard to grasp. Perhaps.

I looked into today's, our time's, society. How do we treat people with lower economic status or lower social rank than us. The latter, I dare say, is absurd. But yes, how do we treat our house helpers if we have one? How about our drivers? And those utility workers in our company?

How Solomon recalled his story was very impressive. He was obviously an educated man. His accounts also showed that he was not discriminate for he did not withhold the good characters of his master William Ford. He even understood why some people even young ones were indifferent to the slavery system. And yet, Samuel Bass was spot on when he asked, "Is everything right because the law allows it?"

I quote in chapter 18, when Solomon was referring to his master's son of ten or twelve years of age. "The child is father to the man," and with such training, whatever may be his natural disposition, it cannot well be otherwise than that, on arriving at maturity, the sufferings and miseries of the slave will be looked upon with entire indifference. The influence of the iniquitous system necessarily fosters an unfeeling and cruel spirit, even in the bosoms of those who, among their equals, are regarded as humane and generous." And I totally agree to that. They thought and believed that slavery was ok and that they could do whatever they want to their slave, whom they considered a property. And yet they have forgotten mercy. Showing none will grant them none.

We should all remember that the day will come for the prayers of the slaves to be answered. A time will come for justice and judgment. It will be "a terrible day of vengeance when the master in his turn will cry in vain for mercy."