Sunday, May 30, 2004

EL DIA ES HOY
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
May 31, 2004

Climate change.

Suddenly, because of a movie, so many are now talking about the greatest threat that the planet has ever faced.

The Day after Tomorrow is science fiction but global warming is real. Will the movie end up trivializing the impacts of climate change and thus increase indifference? Or will it spur more people to take action? Too early to tell.

Is reality more frightening than Hollywood? With nature there are no special effects; only consequences.

In China, up to 64 percent of glaciers are projected to disappear by 2050, putting at risk up to a quarter of China's population who are dependent on the water released from the glaciers.

Today in the Arctic, ice thickness has declined by over 40 percent and "an area larger than the Netherlands is disappearing every year." According to scientists, Arctic sea ice could melt entirely by the end of the century.

Ice cores from Svalbard glaciers in the Arctic region show that the 1900s "were by far the warmest century" in the last 800 years.

Between 1998 and 2001, the Qori Kalis glacier in Peru has retreated an average of 155 meters annually - a rate three times faster than the average yearly retreat from 1995 to 1998, and 32 times faster than the averae yearly retreat from 1963 to 1978.

Just southeast of Mount Everest, in the Himalayan Khumbu Range of Eastern Nepal, the Imja Glacier has been retreating at a rate of close to 10 meters annually. It is but one among many glaciers currently in rapid retreat. According to Syed Iqbal Hasnain of the International Commission for Snow and Ice, "Glaciers in the Himalayas are receding faster than in any other part of the world. If the present rate continues, the likelihood of them disappearing by the year 2035 is very high." Over two billion people depend on the glacier-fed flow of the rivers from the Himalayan mountains.

In the region of Patagonia, icefields have lost 42 cubic kilometers of ice every year for the last seven years - the equivalent to the volume of ten thousand large football stadiums the size of Wembley stadium.

The scientific journal Nature published this year the findings of 19 eminent biological scientists - climate change will "commit to extinction" between 18 to 35 percent of all land-based animal and plant species.

According to leading reinsurance companies such as Munich Re and Swiss Re, climate change related damages will cost $150 billion annually within a decade. The companies warn that unless action is taken today, the insurance industry could go bankrupt as extreme weather events such as storms and droughts increase in severity and frequency.

Over 20,000 people died in Europe last year as a result of an extreme heat wave.

In Alaska, average annual temperatures have risen by 5 degrees since the 1960s.

The incidence of diseases such as malaria and dengue borne by insects that thrive in warm temperatures are anticipated to register manifold increases in a number of years.

An eight-year study conducted by 100 scientists showed that in the southern Chinese province of Guangdong, sea levels are projected to rise by 30 centimeters by 2030. According to another study, sea levels may rise by 30 to 70 centimeters by the end of this century. The long coastline of China forms the base for about 70 percent of its large cities, where nearly 60 percent of the national economy is located. Some studies suggest that a 30-centimeter rise in sea levels will typically result in a 30-meter retreat in shoreline. How serious will the effect be on archipelagic countries such as the Philippines?

"Climate change," said Sir David King, Chief Scientific Adviser to UK Prime Minister Tony Blair, "is the most severe problem that we are facing today - more serious even than the threat of terrorism."

Great as the problem of climate change is, what is most often neglected is the fact that solutions are readily available. Solutions that, sadly, are just not being used. Solutions that can prevent climate change from taking a more deadly and unpredictable course. Solutions that are not only immediately beneficial to the environment but immensely economically advantageous as well. The global wind industry alone, for instance, has been enjoying growth rates of over 30 percent per year for the last five years.

We all know what the problem is - burning fossil fuels such as coal and oil. And we know what we have to do - generate our energy from clean, safe renewable energy.

The time for indifference is over.

We should no longer tolerate the lie that the Philippine government is doing its part in fighting climate change because, it says, compared to other countries, the Philippines today supposedly has one of the highest shares of renewable energy in its total energy mix. Our government will not volunteer the fact that this is so only because the Department of Energy continues to count twigs and charcoal as "new and renewable energy."

We must demand real change, beginning with the displacement of polluting coal with clean energy.

Measurable, time-bound development of renewable energy with real and ambitious targets are needed today if we are to contribute to saving the global commons and if we wish to avoid the devastating impacts of climate change. We must demand nothing less than an energy revolution.

Taking action the day after tomorrow may well be too late. Actua ya. Act now. El dia es hoy.

The day for action is today.


NOTES:
1. "Scientists probe fall of Yulong glacier," Tang Min, China Daily, May 13, 2004. According to the report, the Chinese Academy of Sciences "concluded in a research report that the [glacial] shrinkage is a direct result of global warming ... There are 8,600-odd glaciers of various scales in the country's temperate zones, of which the one on the Yulong Snow Mountain is of the smallest scale and the lowest latitude, and therefore, should be the most sensitive to temperature changes. If the shrinkage of the Yulong glacier speeds up, so will a number of Chinese glaciers in the near future."
2. "Rising Sea Level Threatens Pearl River Delta," Shenzhen Daily, July 29, 2003.
3. "Global Warming Accelerates China's Sea Level Rise," Xinhua News Agency, April 12, 2002.
4. For a good introduction to glacier-related impacts, go to the impacts page of the Greenpeace climate campaign at the Greenpeace International website. Click on Svalbard and Patagonia URLs concerning recent Greenpeace expeditions.
5. For references to the Philippine Department of Energy's (DOE) laughable "renewable energy" twigs and charcoal, see the Philippine Energy Plans issued by the DOE in 2001, 2002, 2003 and 2004. A minor Philippine irony is that Vince Perez, the man sitting today at the helm of the DOE and who is at present the most aggressive coal peddler in the country, once upon a time fashioned himself as an environmental supporter. On the other hand, beneath Perez is DOE Undersecretary Ed Manalac, a former oilman who worked as an executive of the U.S. oil industry for a number of years and who is now the biggest supporter of renewable energy in the Philippine government.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

THE TWENTY FOURTH OF MAY
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
May 24, 2004

Competing legacies of a single day. Infamous and immaculate: the bequests of the twenty fourth of May.

On the 24th of May 2004 issue of The Weekly Standard, the neocon wellspring of imperial wet dreams, chicken hawk editor general William Kristol asks a Bush administration reeling from the Abu Ghraib Prison body blow: "Are you a man or a mouse? Squeak up." At the White House, officials tuned in to Kristol's crystal clear prose stiffen their spines and respond: "We will not be cowed. We're staying the course!" Along with Richard Cheney, Paul Wolfowitz and other Bush administration stalwarts, Kristol was a signatory to the Project New American Century document issued in 1998 calling for America to invade Iraq.

"[S]end 50,000 more troops to Iraq to win the war," huffs Kristol. Declare that "any site where Americans are attacked will be regarded as a combat zone, and anyone who chooses to go there to celebrate will be subject to attack." Vrrrrmmm! said the toy tanks in the White House sandbox.

On May 24 many years ago, the death of Shoichi James Okamoto was recorded. Okamoto was "driving Truck #100-41 at the order of the construction supervisor ... to get lumber piled across the highway from the old main gate, which is called Gate #4." At the gate, Okamoto was refused permission to pass by Private Bernard Goe, who did not like Asians. Goe takes a few steps back, lifts his shotgun and, "at approximately 2:20 p.m.," fires it at Okamoto, who died at the age of 30 years old. Goe is charged and fined a dollar for "unauthorized use of government property" - a bullet. The year is 1944, and the site is Tule Lake, America's concentration camp for Japanese-Americans. Okamoto is one of the camp's 'prisoners.' Okamoto was born in Garden Grove, California and had never been abroad.

In 1968, on May 24, while American-made gunships were vigorously spilling blood in Southeast Asia, four American protesters, including peace icon Philip Berrigan, were jailed six years each "for pouring blood on draft cards" in Baltimore, Maryland.

At Fort Bragg, North Carolina, on May 24, 1971, an antiwar newspaper advertisement signed by 29 US soldiers supporting the Concerned Officers Movement is published. The movement had been formed in 1970 in Washington, D.C. by a group of naval officers opposed to the war.

Republican presidential candidate Barry Goldwater proposed the use of nuclear weapons in Vietnam in an interview on May 24, 1964. According to The Daily Bleed, Goldwater "sees a brighter light at the end of the tunnel." Lyndon Johnson destroys Goldwater at the polls thanks largely, according to some pundits, to Goldwater's publicly professed nukie solution. After his win, Johnson goes ahead and destroys Vietnam conventionally.

In his 1964 interview, Goldwater discusses "the use of low-yield atomic bombs in North Vietnam to defoliate forests and destroy bridges, roads, and railroad lines." Four decades later, the US Congress ends restrictions on programs which will likely lead to the production of new "low-yield" nuclear weapons - mini-nukes. The lifting of the restrictions is tantamount to an order to weapons labs to proceed with dispatch in nuclear weapons research that include enhanced "agent defeat" capacity (killing soldiers) and "reduced collateral damage" (not killing too many civilians). In fact, the Bush administration plans to hold this year a "subcritical nuclear experiment" which US officials acknowledge will be a "full-blown nuclear explosion." This, despite a global treaty which commits nations of the world to forego nuclear weapons test explosions and despite the 1992 US moratorium on nuclear weapons testing. Poor Barry Goldwater, he lived ahead of his time.

The United Kingdom celebrated its first Empire Day on May 24, 1902. Years later, on May 24, 1959, Empire Day is renamed Commonwealth Day. On May 24, 2004, a Filipino proposes to rename July 4 as Empire Day.

May 24: a day of distinction. On this day in 1980, hundreds are arrested as protesters occupy a nuclear power plant construction site in Seabrook, New Hampshire. On the same day, in 1981, the First International Women's Day for Disarmament is launched. A year later, in 1982, over 200,000 people participate in a massive anti-nuclear demonstration in Tokyo.

May 24, a day of infamy. On this day in 1951: the US performs an atmospheric nuclear test at Enwetak. On the same day in 1972: the US performs a nuclear test at a Nevada Test Site. On May 24, 1979: the USSR performs a nuclear test at Eastern Kazakh/Semipalitinsk.

On May 24, 2003, CommonDreams.org, an online news center, reported the eagerness of the Bush administration to expand America's nuclear arsenal even as it orders other nations to disarm. The same article reported US Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld's moving defense of the Bush administration's pristine intentions to develop new nuclear weapons: "It's not 'pursuing.' And it's not 'developing,'" said Rumsfeld. "It is not 'building.' It is not 'manufacturing.' And it's not 'deploying.' And it is not 'using,.'" Yup. We believe you Donald.

On May 24 in 1844, the first Morse Code message inaugurating America's telegraph industry was transmitted by Samuel F.B. Morse from Washington D.C. to Baltimore, Maryland. Curiously, the message was the Biblical quotation "What hath God wrought?"

Not God but man. Mini-nukes, more war, increasing imperial ambitions. The world today asks the same question asked by the first telegraph message. And sends its response through the most famous Morse Code signal of all time.

... --- ...

SOS.

World in distress. Save our world.


NOTES:

1. "Of Mice and Men," William Kristol, Volume 009, Issue 35, The Weekly Standard, May 24, 2004.
2. See http://www.geocities.com/Athens/8420/shootings.html
3. From chronologist Robert Braunwart, in The Daily Bleed, http://www.eskimo.com/~recall/bleed/. See also http://www.safran-arts.com/42day/history/h4may/h4may24.html
4. "Remembering Barry Goldwater," Howard Gleckman Business Week Online, June 1, 1998. http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/june1998/nf80601d.htm
5. "U.S. rearms while telling others to disarm," Helen Thomas, May 24, 2004. http://www.commondreams.org/views03/0524-04.htm.

Monday, May 03, 2004

THE POVERTY OF MEMORY
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
May 3, 2004

The poverty of memory - this is our collective quagmire, its alleviation our common hope.

In a photograph taken "for historical purposes," ten US soldiers dressed in camouflage are handling coffins covered with the American flag. The coffins are in the Dover airbase in Delaware. They contain the remains of US soldiers - new casualties of America's occupation of Iraq.

The photo - along with 300 others - was released in April after a website called the Memory Hole filed a Freedom of Information Act request for pictures of coffins arriving from Iraq at the Dover base. A small veil is lifted and Americans react with shock, anger and sadness.

Releasing the photos is wrong, the Bush administration huffs, even as it tries to stamp out sparks of public reaction. "We must pay attention," hectors the White House spokesman, "to the privacy and to the sensitivity of the families of the fallen." A ban on the coverage of the arrival of remains at Dover, an airbase which houses the US military's largest mortuary, has been in force since 1991.

And yet ironically, as recent as last November, the US Defense Department itself released a photo of a casket containing an American casualty of the Korean War being carried off an aircraft by an honor guard at Hickam Air Force Base in Hawaii, "an image almost identical to what takes place at Dover."

The difference? Slight but terribly significant.

Past American presidents "have never attended memorial services for US troops killed during a war and the ban on pictures from Dover and other military facilities does not extend to recovering the remains of troops killed in previous wars."

"Photographs and film footage of coffins coming home from battlefields have been a stark reminder for Americans of the toll of war," wrote Gregg Zoroya of USA Today. "During the Vietnam War, the image of caskets arriving at Dover became a staple of the nightly news."

"They don't want the public to see what the great difficulties are," said Robert Dallek, a historian of Boston University. "They're fearful that the public [may turn] against the war because it's frustrated by the losses of blood and treasure, in this case Iraq and earlier in Vietnam."

This should all sound familiar to Americans as well as Filipinos. Unfortunately, it is not and therein lies the problem.

We have forgotten so much.

"Why is it that the American outlook is blacker now than it has been since the beginning of the war?," wrote John Bass of Harper's Weekly in June 1899 regarding America's annexation of the Philippines. "First the whole population of the islands sympathizes with the insurgents; only those natives whose immediate self-interest requires it are friendly to us ... The sooner the people of the United States find out that the people of the Philippines do not wish to be governed by us the better."

John Bass' dispatch almost doesn't make it to the US. There is an active US military censorship in place in the Philippines to prevent all too accurate coverage concerning US atrocities and Filipino resistance from reaching America's shores.

"We all know that we are in a terrible mess out here, but we don't want the people to get excited about it. If you fellows will only keep quiet now we will pull through in time without any fuss at home ... My instructions are to shut off everything that could hurt McKinley's administration," said the censorship regime presided over by the over-all military commander of the US invasion army in the Philippines, Gen. Elwell Otis, who did not deny suppressing facts in his meeting with members of the media.

A joint letter of protest led by Robert Collins of the Associated Press is drawn up by American reporters concerning US military censorship of the US invasion: "We believe that, owing to official dispatches from Manila made public in Washington, the people of the United States have not received a correct impression of the situation in the Philippines, but that these dispatches have presented an ultra-optimistic view that is not shared by the general officers in the field ... We believe the dispatches err in the declaration that 'the situation is well in hand,' and in the assumption that the insurrection can be speedily ended without a greatly increased force. We think the tenacity of the Filipino purpose has been under-estimated."

A tenacity to resist the invasion that snuffed out the nascent Philippine republic, the product of a national revolution that had just thrown off the yoke of Spanish colonial rule. An invasion that met with such fierce Filipino resistance that, by the time the last armed group opposing US rule had been put down, the war had already claimed the lives of at least 250,000 Filipinos. So brutal was America's annexation of the Philippines that, according to a US War Department official, just around the first year after the US invasion, "14,643 Filipinos had been killed and 3,297 wounded." Meaning, for every five Filipinos killed, one was wounded.

The reporters led by Collins delivered their letter in person to Gen. Otis and explained to him that it was their intention to publish their protest in the US. Gen. Otis lashed out at the reporters: "You have served a paper on me-a most extraordinary document. Are you aware that this constitutes a conspiracy against the government?" I should have you all summoned to "a general court martial and have you tried for conspiracy."

Fall in line. Toe the line. Ten-hut!

"The US record is not one of imperialism," said US Secretary of State Colin Powell in February last year. "It is one of doing the job, bringing the peace, restoring order and helping a responsible government take its place in leading the country ... We are going to Iraq not to destroy the place but to make it better."

US record? Before Afghanistan, before Nicaragua, Indonesia, and Vietnam; before all these and much more - it was the Philippines. And what a start it was.

"We will not renounce our part in the mission of our race, trustees under God, of the civilization of the world," said US Senator Albert Beveridge, an articulate luminary of America's imperial ambitions who called for the annexation of the Philippines over a hundred years ago. "God has not been preparing the English-speaking and Teutonic peoples for a thousand years for nothing but vain and idle self-admiration. No! He has made us the master organizers of the world to establish system where chaos reigns."

Our collective deliverance we will find in our common past. And the task to begin this search must begin today. "To look always for an answer," said Stuart T. Hess, "a solution to the ever-puzzling riddles that confront us: that is our responsibility, our curse and our blessing."

NOTES:
1. AP photo, TODAY, April 25, 2004.
2. "Bush criticizes release of photos of soldier coffins," Thom Shanker and Bill Carter, TODAY, April 25, 2004.
3. "Return of U.S. war dead kept solemn, secret," Gregg Zoroya, USA TODAY, December 31, 2003.
4. Leon Wolff, Little Brown Brother: How the United States purchased and pacified the Philippines, Doubleday & Company, Inc., New York, 1961.
5. "Powell: We'll make Iraq a good neighbour," Bangkok Post, February 22, 2003.
6. Joseph L. Schott, The ordeal of Samar, Bobbs-Merrill, 1964.

Sunday, April 25, 2004

WHAT IS REQUIRED OF ISRAEL
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY, abs-cbnnews.com
April 26, 2004

After spending 18 years in prison - 12 in solitary confinement - Mordechai Vanunu walked out a free man. He is warned by those who imprisoned him that he has been given his freedom and that he must be thankful he has been freed. That even though he has been freed he is not allowed to leave Israel. That he is forbidden to talk to any foreigners, is not allowed to talk to the press, is not allowed to talk about his past work in Dimona, a deadly nuclear facility that his conscience caused him 18 years ago to expose as Israel's dirty deadly secret.

Vanunu's first act - after he takes his first step out of prison - causes people the world over to cry. Vanunu is a new man. The same new man who decided to follow his conscience 18 years ago. Vanunu approaches the local press; he approaches the foreign press. He makes the victory sign with his fingers and speaks directly to microphones and cameras. "You have not broken me," Vanunu tells the Israeli government. Call me a traitor, he taunts his abductors; "I have a greater responsibility."

"I am proud, I am happy, you have not made me crazy. I still believe Israel is wrong to develop nuclear weapons, and I still believe the abolition of nuclear weapons is possible in our lifetime," Vanunu tells the media. "I call on Mohammed ElBaradei, on the international nuclear inspectors of the UN. Come to Israel. Inspect Dimona. Dimona must be shut down."

Outside, a gang of Israelis chant "Kill Vanunu!" Israeli Justice minister - a misplaced term - Joseph Lapid advises the media: "Since Vanunu is surrounded by a throng of activists who worship him, they can very well take care of him. We are not providing him security." Israeli newspapers publish with malice Vanunu's home address. Another paper called Maariv International publishes a poll where readers are asked to choose whether Vanunu should be kept in jail or allowed to leave Israel. Or killed. A day later, after receiving howls of protest, Maariv backs down, takes out its poll, and explains the word kill was improper and should have been replaced instead with the more "appropriate" word "executed."

Israeli officials take turns lambasting Vanunu, accusing Vanunu that he is a traitor, that he wants Israel defenseless. Noone is supposed to question Israel's intentions, duty and obligation to "protect" Israel.

"I visited Auschwitz this morning!" Lapid hectors the host of BBC's program Hard Talk, Tim Sebastian, who merely asked the Israeli minister (who kept insisting that Vanunu caused serious damage to Israel) to give examples of the damage Israel suffered because of Vanunu's revelations. Lapid wields the horror suffered by the Jewish peoples like a bludgeon: anytime the Israeli government is pressed to account for its duplicity, for its malevolent intentions, for its singular racism, the Holocaust is waved around to shut up its critics; Israel has suffered; Israel can do no wrong. Sebastian does the right thing. He tells Lapid to his face: "Excuse me, how can Auschwitz be relevant? I am asking about Vanunu."

Maybe Sebastian should have also asked whether Israel's nuclear weapons are supposed to stop suicide bombers.

"What exactly is a country surrounded by hundreds of millions of people each one of whom have sworn to destroy her supposed to do?" some Israelis ask, as if the mere question is supposed to still the opposition demanding the dismantling of Israel's nuclear facilities.

The question ignores the fact that Arab governments have recognized Israel's right to exist for over 20 years. That polls taken among Arab nations confirms what most people already know - the outrage over the brutal treatment of Palestinians under Israel's occupation is increasing not diminishing - and yet at the same time acknowledges what is all too often ignored - the continued legitimacy among most Arabs of a solution to the Middle East peace problem that includes Israel.

Those who bring up the matter of Israel's supposed "impending annihilation" by its "sworn enemies" do not always realize that the reasoning used to justify Israel's possession of nuclear weapons is in reality a way of thinking framed by a familiar narrative - the small civilized community in a wasteland versus the hundreds of millions of murderous savages intent on annihilating their way of life. Racist.

To prevent "another Holocaust" from being inflicted on them, Israel threatens everyone - in particular the non-Jew - that it will unleash its own Holocaust on them, for reasons that are not entirely as benign as "defending Israel."

Such as to increase Israel's dominance in the region. To legitimize the continuation of its inhumane occupation. To sustain the reign of a regime in the Middle East that favors Jews and Jews alone. A regime that continues to provoke a torrent of hatred - and terrorist acts - against innocent Israelis.

Anti-Semitic statements? Clumsily crafted words, probably, but anti-Semitic? Probably not:

"The wish for peace, so often assumed as the Israeli aim, is not in my view a principle of Israeli policy, while the wish to extend Israeli domination and influence is," said the late Dr. Israel Shahak, a Warsaw-born concentration camp survivor, who was a professor of chemistry at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem. Internationally acclaimed for research that contributed to cancer treatment, Dr. Shahak had lived in Israel since its creation in 1948 till the time of his death in 2001. Shahak, who spent most of his childhood trying to stay alive in Nazi-occupied ghettos and death camps, often compared the experience of Palestinians under Israeli rule to his own experience living under the Nazis. "Israel is preparing for a war, nuclear if need be, for the sake of averting domestic change not to its liking, if it occurs in some or any Middle Eastern states ... Israel clearly prepares itself to seek overt hegemony over the entire Middle East ... without any hesitation to use for the purpose all means available, including nuclear ones."

"Israel is still a democracy for Jews alone. The problems of Israel, in every walk of life, can be traced to the all-pervasive racism, whether generalized anti-Gentile racism or particularized anti-Arab racism, both of which dominate its society," said Shahak who did not tire reminding Jews who called him "a self-hating Jew" that the slur was originally "a Nazi expression. The Nazis called Germans who defended Jewish rights self-hating Germans."

According to Amira Hass, the distinguished writer and journalist of the Israeli newspaper Haaretz, "Every Jew, man or woman, citizen of any country in the world, has potential more rights in Israel than any Arab citizen in the state. The Jew will have more chances to find a job, respectable housing, financial aid for higher education, personal advancement. Every foreign Jew has, de facto, more rights in the West Bank and Gaza than Palestinians."

Israel wants to see itself as "the light unto nations." But until Israel realizes what it has become, there will only be darkness.

The truth of the matter is that, according to Yaakov Perry, former chief of Shin Bet, Israel's domestic security service, "Israel is heading downhill towards near-catastrophe. If Israel goes on living by the sword, Israel will continue to wallow in the mud and destroy itself."

Listen to Avraham Burg, former chairman of the Jewish Agency and the World Zionist Organization:

"Israel, having ceased to care about the children of the Palestinians, should not be surprised when they come washed in hatred and blow themselves up in the centers of Israeli escapism. They consign themselves to Allah in our places of recreation, because their own lives are torture. They spill their own blood in our restaurants in order to ruin our appetites, because they have children and parents at home who are hungry and humiliated.

"Israel could kill a thousand ringleaders and engineers a day and nothing will be solved, because the leaders come up from below - from the wells of hatred and anger, from the "infrastructures" of injustice and moral corruption ...

"Israel cannot keep a Palestinian majority under an Israeli boot and at the same time think itself the only democracy in the Middle East. There cannot be democracy without equal rights for all who live in Israel, Arab as well as Jew. Israel cannot keep the territories and preserve a Jewish majority in the world's only Jewish state - not by means that are humane and moral and Jewish."

Here is Major Ishai Menuhin, IDF and chairman of Yesh Gvul, the soldiers movement for selective refusal: "Daily funerals and thoughts of revenge among Israelis tend to blur the fact that we, the Israelis, are the occupiers. And as much as we live in fear of terrorism and war, it is the Palestinians who suffer more deaths hourly and live with greater fear because they are the occupied. Israel's military occupation of Palestine has over the decades made Israel less secure and less humane ... I and others who serve in the [Israeli] defense forces cannot by our actions alone change government policies or make peace negotiations more likely. But we can show our fellow citizens that occupation of the territories is not just a political or strategic matter. It is also a moral matter. We can show them an alternative: they can say no to occupation."

And here is the respected writer and founding member of Gush Shalom (Peace Bloc) Uri Avnery, a three-term member of the Israeli Parliament: "Violence is a symptom; occupation is the disease ... Israel is in the middle of a war in which three and a half million Palestinians are oppressed by Israel's occupation. The world is shocked that yesterday's victims are today's victimizers. A higher moral standard is required from Israel than from other peoples. And rightly so."

Rightly so.

NOTES:
1. "Anniversary of a whistle blower," Renato Redentor Constantino, TODAY, October 6, 2003.
2. There have been numerous polls conducted among Arab states indicating such sentiment. In the Palestinian territories in particular, a small example among many others: the results of a recent poll released in March 28, 2004 conducted by the Palestinian Center for Policy and Survey Research in the West Bank and the Gaza Strip between March 14 to 17, 2004 (before the Israeli assassination of Ahmad Yasin). In the poll, 84% support mutual cessation of violence and 70% support a Hudna. "After reaching a peace agreement and the establishment of a Palestinian state, 74% would support reconciliation between the two peoples."
3. "Israeli weapons of mass destruction: a threat to peace," John Steinbach, Center for Research on Globalisation (CRG), March 3, 2002.
4. "The Israeli Myth of Omniscience: Nuclear Deterrence and Intelligence," Israel Shahak, The Middle East Policy Council Journal, Spring 1991, Number 36,
5. "Breaking an iron rule," Amira Hass, Haaretz, April 21, 2004.
6. "Israel on the road to ruin warn former Shin Bet chiefs," Chris McGreal, The Guardian-UK, November 15, 2003.
7. "A failed Israeli society is collapsing," Avraham Burg, International Herald Tribune, September 6, 2003.
8. "Saying no to Israel's Occupation," Ishai Menuhin, March 9, 2002. See http://www.yesh-gvul.org
9. Quotes are from a variety of sources: "Violence is a symptom," Jon Elmer interview of Uri Avnery, September 15, 2003 . "The cost of Zionism," Uri Avnery and Jon Elmer, From Occupied Palestine, February 23, 2004. "Anti-Semitism vs. Anti-Zionism: A Practical Manual," Uri Avnery, Counterpunch, January 19, 2004.

Monday, April 19, 2004

A WHISTLE BLOWER MIGHTIER THAN ISRAEL
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
April 19, 2004

Mightier than the government of Israel. One man.

He has been incarcerated for almost 18 years, 12 spent in solitary confinement, yet he remains freer than his tormentors could ever hope to be - the government of Israel, which continues to languish in the prison of its singular cowardice.

His name is Mordechai Vanunu, whistleblower extraordinaire and the world's first independent nuclear inspector. On April 21 - the day before Earth Day, a fitting occasion - Vanunu will walk out of Israel's Ashkelon Prison with his conscience intact and his motive no less urgent.

The prisoner of conscience is a family hero, an icon of the global peace movement, a candidate for the Nobel Peace Prize and a citizen of the world. If only for the message that Vanunu continues to carry and the example of his sacrifice, the Philippine government should be sending a peace keeping force not to Iraq but to Israel. To receive Vanunu. To embrace him. To provide palpable support to a man who best embodies what is presumed to be a collective aspiration of the world - the abolition of all nuclear weapons.

From 1976 to 1985, Vanunu had been a technician at Dimona, Israel's nuclear installation in the Negrev desert. It was at Dimona where he learned of and documented Israel's secret production of plutonium for nuclear weapons.

The world learned of Israel's clandestine armory when the London Sunday Times published Vanunu's interviews and photographs as its banner story on October 5, 1986. Photographs that revealed nuclear weapons devices, neutron bombs, deliverable warheads and "the underground plutonium separation facility where Israel was producing 40 kilograms annually." In 1986. When America was still in bed with Saddam.

Vanunu's only crime was to warn the world of the madness that had caused the leadership of his country, Israel, to stockpile up to 200 nuclear weapons. An act of conscience for which Vanunu would be kidnapped and drugged - five days after the Sunday Times published his interview - and shipped to Israel to be sentenced in a secret trial to 18 years' imprisonment

Israel started the nuclear arms race in the Middle East yet today it remains the only country in the Middle East that is not party to the treaty on the non-proliferation of nuclear weapons. Israel is the world's sixth largest nuclear power yet the Dimona nuclear weapons factory, which Vanunu exposed, and Israel's biological and chemical weapons factory in Nes Zion remain closed to international inspection.

Vanunu. The man who diagnosed what was wrong with the world in a poem he wrote in prison: "I am the clerk, the technician, the mechanic, the driver. They said, Do this, do that, don't look left or right, don't read the text. Don't look at the whole machine. You are only responsible for this one bolt, this one rubber stamp."

"What we should be most concerned about is not some natural tendency toward violent uprising, but rather the inclination of people faced with an overwhelming environment of injustice to submit to it," said the historian Howard Zinn. "Historically, the most terrible things - war, genocide, and slavery - have resulted not from disobedience, but from obedience."

Vanunu chose disobedience, chose to obey his conscience instead, and was forced to spend the next 18 years of his life behind bars. Was it worth it? For this giant of a man, the answer is an emphatic yes.

"We've succeeded in overcoming this long time of silence ... You were my voice, my conscience - you kept all these issues of secret nuclear weapons in the center and followed my path, " wrote Vanunu recently to his supporters in the US. "We'll not rest until we see a new international agreement to ban, abolish all kinds of nuclear weapons ... We believe it is possible and we can witness it in our lifetime ... The end of nuclear weapons is possible."

"The dreams men dream in sleep are mist and shadow," said Barrows Dunham. "The dreams men dream while waking can become the substance of a world." True.

"I won. I'll be free. The gates and the locks will be opened. They didn't succeed in breaking me," wrote Vanunu, to his brother Meir last February.

Giant, how do we repay you?

We are all caught up in the thousand and one things that life imposes daily, but we will try. For starters, this Wednesday, on April 21, at the Embassy of Israel in Makati City, a small Filipino family will bring a garland of flowers to welcome you.

And all of you who are free - especially this Wednesday - come and join and break bread. Tell Israel that it must get rid of its nuclear weapons and that it must sign the non-proliferation of nuclear weapons treaty. Send your letters and flowers to Israel's embassy at Trafalgar Plaza, H.V. dela Costa Street, Salcedo Village.

Each flower stem will serve to welcome Vanunu and each petal will symbolize the abolition of a nuclear missile.

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Dr. Mordechai Vanunu was kidnapped nearly 18 years ago in a terrorist act of the Israeli government and he should not have spent even one day behind bars and yet, as if all these were not enough, the Israeli government still intends to enforce barbaric restrictions on the Nobel Peace Prize nominee after his release from prison on April 21. Another display of the moral bankruptcy of a government all too often erroneously called "the only democracy in the Middle East."

Vanunu will be forbidden to leave city limits unless he reports his intentions to the local police force; he will not be allowed to approach any border terminal, including Ben-Gurion International Airport, the country's ports, or borders with the Palestinian Authority; he is forbidden to be in contact with foreigners - whether in face-to-face meetings or by telephone, fax, or email - including foreign citizens residing in Israel; he is not allowed to approach foreign embassies and divulge details to anyone regarding the Dimona plant where he worked or the circumstances of his being kidnapped and transported to Israel; and he will not have passport privileges, and therefore, cannot leave the country.

Vanunu has formally asked to renounce his Israeli citizenship as a way to prevent the government from confining him to the country after his release from prison.

Send your messages of concern regarding the inhumane restrictions on Vanunu to H.E. Yehoshua Sagi, Ambassador of Israel, at fax number 894-1027 and via email at pressil@info.com.ph.

Monday, April 12, 2004

BEIJING TAXI RIDE
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
April 12, 2004

It took about 40 minutes by taxi to get to Beijing International Airport from the Dongcheng District apartment. Enough time for breakfast on the go. Fresh sweet yoghurt in a small clay jar sipped through a straw, Dido singing on the MP3 player, and thoughts of the family waiting back home.

The short trip was somehow like a long train ride minus the clacking of the rails. It was dreamy and yet indifferent, the pining for home fertilizing the blur of urban vistas and the uncertain climate of the present.

Only weeks ago, the trees of Beijing were barren as temperatures hovered between below-7 and 12 degrees. And yet that morning, as I was making my way to the airport, peach, cherry and pear trees were in full bloom, a riot of unruly pastel colors quarreling with infantries of greenery. It was quite jarring.

According to the Beijing Meteorological Observatory, last Thursday was actually the second-warmest April day in Beijing since the foundation of the New China in 1949. Over the next week, "more dry and warm weather is expected."

The sharp shift of the capital's climate was as if spring had somehow hurled and impaled itself on Beijing, expiring as quickly as it arrived, "giving residents the impression that spring simply did not happen."

Warmest weather. Sounds familiar. The ten hottest years in recorded history all occurred around the last ten years.

I think of the photo a friend had given last month, a snapshot of camel owner Baoyin Culu kneeling in prayer at the very place where his last camel died. The camel's bleached bones are scattered in front of Baoyin, like sentries confronting the camel owner's shadow. In the photo, the desert dunes of Inner Mongolia surrounding Baoyin appear as desolate as his plight; once upon a time, he owned 80 camels. But each one has died due to disappearing grasslands and accelerating desertification.

I think of Peter Timeon who, as foreign secretary of the tiny Pacific island nation of Kiribati, said in 1990 in Sweden at a United Nations plenary session on Climate Change: "Mr. Chairman, distinguished delegates, I wonder how many people in this hall know where my country is? ... Without wishing to take up so much of this meeting's precious time, it suffices to say briefly that ... no place among our 33 tiny atolls rises higher than two meters above sea leve ... [In the absence of] concerted international action ... commensurate with the dire warnings of ... scientists ... long before the sea rises that far, my country and others like it will have been condemned to annihilation."

I remember the warning issued last March by Swiss Re, the world's second largest reinsurer, that if the world did not curb the burning of fossil fuels such as oil and coal, the economic costs of global warming may double to $150 billion a year in 10 years and hit insurers with $30-40 billion in claims - "the equivalent of one World Trade Center attack annually."

The impacts of climate change are not trivial, after all. In fact, consequences of humankind's addiction to fossil fuels are the reason why climate change is considered by many as the greatest threat the planet is facing today. The increase in frequency of extreme weather events such as droughts, flooding and storms. Retreating glaciers. Rising sea levels.

I think of the words of Lord Peter Levene, board chair of Lloyd's of London, who said recently that terrorism is not the insurance industry's biggest worry, despite the fact that his company was the largest single insurer of the World Trade Center. According to Levene, "Like other large international insurance companies, [Lloyd's] is bracing for an increase in weather disasters related to global warming." In the business sector, the insurance industry is the canary in the coal mine, and right now the canary is nervously tottering on its perch.

I think of Sir John Houghton, a co-chair of the UN-formed Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, who said that "Global warming is already upon us ... The impacts of global warming are such that that I have no hesitation in describing it as a weapon of mass destruction."

And I think of Hans Blix who said that he too was "more worried about global warming than [he was] of any major military conflict."

In the volley of my worries, I think of my son and daughter and I collide once more with a familiar impasse: that I have not contributed enough to make the world that they will inherit a better one. And that I have not spent enough time with them eating ice cream, reading books and romping around the bedroom.

It is a good dilemma, one that I am in no hurry to resolve. "We worry too much," someone once said, "about something to live on and too little about something to live for." Another good dilemma.

I smile as a gust of cold wind enters the vehicle. I take out a photo of my wife and kids, my mind shifting to dreams of kite-flying.

Monday, March 22, 2004

THE TWENTIETH OF MARCH
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
March 22, 2004


Solidarity and indifference. Relevance and inconsequence.

The truth is, like each day of the year, the twentieth of March is in a mortal struggle with itself.

On this day in 1345, "the planets Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn were in conjunction in Aquarius. Some astrologers saw this as an omen, bringing on the bubonic plague that killed a third of Europeans before it was over."

Ahem.

On March 20, 1896, US Marines invade Nicaragua for the first time. "To protect American interests."

Yes sir.

Just over a month after the United States' annexed the Philippines - A.A. Barnes of Battery G of the 3rd U.S. Artillery wrote to his family on March 20, 1899 about America's mission to liberate the Filipino:

"Last night one of our boys was found shot, and his stomach cut open. Immediately orders were received from General Wheaton to burn the town and kill every native in sight, which was done to a finish. About one thousand men, women, and children were reported killed. I am probably growing hard-hearted, for I am in my glory when I can sight my gun on some dark skin and pull the trigger."

On the same day in America, the San Francisco Call reported a story concerning a US senator's proposal "to increase the regular army to the number of 35,000 additional men if it would be recruited largely from the Negro ranks" because the task of garrisoning America's new possession and of pacifying Filipino "savages" who refused to accept the American yoke were best left to Negroes.

"It has been pointed out," wrote The Call, "that the Negro regiments are not only very efficient, but the Negro, whose progenitors were accustomed to the rays of a fierce African sun, will not be afraid of spoiling their complexion in the Philippines, Cuba, or Puerto Rico."

Impeccable logic.

On the twentieth of March in 1933 in Germany, the Nazis opened their first concentration camp in Dachau.

On March 20, 1946 the Tule Lake relocation center was closed. Located just south of the Oregon border, Tule Lake was a US concentration camp for Japanese-Americans.

On March 20, 1969, John Lennon and Yoko Ono flew on a private plane to Gibraltar. Upon arrival they proceed directly to the British Consulate and get married in a ten-minute ceremony. Hours later, they arrive in Amsterdam where they have reserved a hotel suite for their honeymoon and for the famous "lie-in" where, "from the comfort of their own bed, John and Yoko talked peace to anyone who would listen. Not surprisingly, the whole world did."

Remember The Ballad of John and Yoko?

"Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton talking in our beds for a week / The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed / I said we're only trying to get us some peace."

Bed peace; hair peace, said John. It was a restless time. On the same day of their wedding - on March 20, 1969 - US President Nixon "stated flatly that the war will be over by next year."

Yup.

Thirty four years later in Iraq, on March 20, 2003, another purported cake walk - an act of aggression "of a force and scope and scale that has been beyond what has been seen before" - is initiated again by the US. Exactly a year later, over 10,000 Iraqi civilians are dead and not one weapon of mass destruction has been found.

On the twentieth of March in 2004, a pair of Greenpeace anti-war activists in London scale the Big Ben and unfurl a banner which read "Time for Truth" while millions marched across the globe in a 24-hour protest against America's occupation of Iraq.

It is the global day of action and in Manila a five year-old boy is holding the hand of his father as he walks with 500 other people demonstrating against war. The little boy's name is Rio; he is my son and it his first march. He wonders why there are so many colorful flags and why people are shouting and why people sound angry even though many of them are smiling.

I tell him a story about bullies and braggarts and small people banding together. Rio recognizes the story and proceeds to re-tell the story in a shorter and simpler way. I smile and squint, embarrassed at my clumsiness. I am about to open my mouth to try another story when Rio grips my hand and gives it a tug. "They're moving Tatay. Let's go."



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Comments welcome at xioi@excite.com

References:

1. Dr. Mac's Cultural Calendar. See http://www.nortexinfo.net/McDaniel/0320.htm
2. "Negroes to Fight the Filipinos," San Francisco Call, March 20, 1899, http://www.boondocksnet.com/centennial/sctexts/sfcall990320.html
3. "Nixon Redivivus" Theodore H. Draper, New York Review of Books, Volume 41, Number 13, July 14, 1994, http://www.nybooks.com/articles/2173
4. Interview by Jim Lehrer with US Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld. See http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/middle_east/jan-june03/rumsfeld_3-20.html
5. "Anti-War Protesters Climb London's Big Ben," March 20, 2004, http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=topNews&storyID=4611542
6. I flew in from Guangzhou in time to join the rally. My wife and one-year old daughter both had a mild cold; they showed up at the assembly point of the demonstration to see us off.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

FASHION IN HONGKONG
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
March 1, 2004

It is nighttime in Hong Kong and the drizzle which began early in the morning has not stopped. Buildings wink with moisture while the shadows of early vening blend with the fluorescent glow of Hong Kong's billboards and the general glimmer of wetness.

It is winter and in a shopping center in Hong Kong Central, a lanky woman is wearing an elegant warm-looking beige coat with soft amber piping. The woman is a model of femininity fronting the display of chic designer, Salvatore Ferragamo. She is wearing brown gloves that look equally elegant and which bears a hue that matches her well-pressed trousers. Her back is straight and a shoulder is slightly dipped; her head is tilted faintly and her eyes seem to be fixed on a far away unseen object while a muted pearl grey handbag hangs loosely from one of her hands.

The woman is a pageant by herself but she is not your usual Ferragamo model. In truth, despite the fact that she is more striking than the mannequins clothed with modish wear lining the shopping center's walls, the woman is sitting outside the designer's display window, her head leaning on the glass and her shoes - sneakers, really - far from her feet and far from the elan of Ferragamo's designs.

The woman is a Filipina domestic worker in Hong Kong and she is sitting with other Filipinas outside the mall on translucent plastic sheets that keep away the dampness of the sidewalk. Many are eating, some are playing cards and talking animatedly, and a few are looking through concrete walls, temporarily dissociated from the moment.

It is a Sunday, the day off from work for most of Hong Kong's foreign migrant workers.

I approach the woman in the beige coat and ask her for directions to the Tsim Sha Tsui-bound ferry, which I knew was just a few minutes away, and I ask her for her name and where she's from. "Elena," she said. "From Bulacan. The ferry is over there so you turn right at that corner and walk a few feet and you'll see the ferry sign which you just need to follow." I nod and she smiles and looks away once more. "Kain?" [Join us for a bite?] a woman in Elena's cluster asks me almost immediately in typical Filipino fashion, the question genuine. I decline politely, saying I had to be in Kowloon very soon.

I walk on and in seconds I pass by more clusters of Filipinas sitting on similar plastic sheets along covered sections of pavement. Many are also eating and playing cards. At the edge of one group a young woman in a black sweater is hugging her knees and swaying and kissing her ring. Or is she biting her knuckles? She is blinking slowly, repetitively, and she looks ad and her head is bowed and the pendant on her necklace is dangling gently. As she sways, her ornaments catch the sharp gleam of the tiny halogen lamps above her illuminating the small window display of Bulgari fine jewelry.

One set glitters radiantly, and another radiates melancholy.

Ferragamo and Bulgari.

Two classy names synonymous with timeless fashion, if the followers of today's fashion world are to be believed. Who knows? Maybe the late Blas Ople was a secret student of the two icons while he headed the Ministry of Labor and Employment during the martial law years.

Ople who, in a move to arrest the disintegrating Philippine economy which was threatening to disrupt the rule of Ferdinand Marcos, designed a class-based policy of such panache it would remain the fabric of choice of the Philippine government decades after the collapse of the dictatorship: the export of people, not products, to unfamiliar shores.

The export of Filipinos is still the rage today.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

HISTORY LESIONS, LANGUAGE OF EMPIRE
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
February 23, 2004

And so here we are, at the crossroads of another day, speechless and troubled by what is before us, so anxious to engage in a conversation with what ought to be, and yet so unaware of or indifferent to a past waiting to explain itself, to be heard, to be remembered.

"You have to understand the Arab mind," said Captain Todd Brown, a US company commander with the 4th Infantry Division in Iraq, who had led his troops in encasing Abu Hishma in a razor-wire fence to contain the resistance suspected to be coming from the village. "The only thing they understand is force."

Over a century ago, in a period of history that few Americans today can recall, another US general uttered similar words.

It would take at least "ten years of bayonet treatment" to make Filipinos accept American rule, said Gen. Arthur MacArthur, even as, to deprive the "enemy" of popular support, US troops herded whole Filipino villages into concentration camps -- precursors of the strategic hamlet used by the United States during the Vietnam War and the razor-wire fences now employed by the troops commanded by Captain Brown to enclose defiant Iraqi villages.

And what about Lt. Col. Allen West, an officer of the US occupation army in Iraq, who was charged last year of "using improper methods to force information out of an Iraqi detainee," Yahya Jhrodi Hamoody, an Iraqi policeman? In his testimony at the US military's version of a grand jury, West admitted that in the interrogation, after watching his soldiers beat the detainee on the head and body, he threatened to kill the policeman. West stated that he took Hamoody outside, pulled him to the ground and threatened to follow through his threat by firing his 9 mm pistol near the detainee's head.

"I couldn't remember how many shots were fired," said West, who has since been called by members of the US military Establishment as "an American who should be commended rather than court-martialed."

For his act of torture, West was ... fined $5,000, to be paid over two months, and reassigned to the rear detachment of the 4th Infantry division. The "punishment" does not even affect West's eligibility to receive retirement benefits and his pension.

"I want no prisoners, I wish you to kill and burn: the more you kill and burn the better you will please me," said US Gen. Jacob Smith over a century ago while his troops slaughtered civilians and Filipino revolutionaries defending the first republic in Asia and the freedom they had just wrested from Spain. When asked by a soldier to define the age limit for killing, Smith replied, "Everything over ten." The troops under Smith, of course, followed the exhortations of their general to the letter.

Foreshadowing the "punishment" of Colonel West and the fate of Lt. William Calley, who was found guilty of leading US soldiers in perpetrating horrors in the Vietnamese hamlet of My Lai and who served only four and a half months of his life sentence behind bars after which he was pardoned by Richard Nixon, General Smith was court-martialed for "conduct to the prejudice of good order and military discipline" and sentenced to -- an admonition.

The language of empire is often difficult to decipher but memory can be a good translator.

"The boys go for the enemy as if they were chasing jackrabbits, said Colonel Funston of the 20th Kansas Volunteers over a hundred years ago as his men massacred Filipinos resisting the American invasion. "I, for one, hope that Uncle Sam will apply the chastening rod, good, hard and plenty, and lay it on until [the Filipinos] come into the reservation and promise to be good 'Injuns.'

And here is an American pilot talking about the joys of napalm while America was attempting to "liberate" Vietnam: "We sure are pleased with those backroom boys at Dow. The original product wasn't so hot -- if the gooks were quick they could scrape it off. So the boys started adding polystyrene --now it sticks like shit to a blanket. But then if the gooks jumped under water it stopped burning, so they added Willie Peter [white phosphorus] so's to make it burn better. It'll even burn under water now. And just one drop is enough, it'll keep on burning right down to the bone so they die anyway from phosphorus poisoning."

And here is US Gen. John Kelly articulating his desire to improve the plight of wretched Iraqis in America's invasion of Iraq in April 2003: "They stand, they fight, sometimes they run when we engage them. But often they run into our machine guns and we shoot them down like the morons they are ... They appear willing to die. We are trying our best to help them out in that endeavor."

Why do Americans keep asking "Why do they hate us so?"

In the origins of the relationship between the Philippines and the United States, a chapter known as the Philippine-American War, a chapter that began on February 4, 1899, and lasted an endless decade, Americans (and Filipinos) today may yet find what they have lost: the key to understanding the depravities of the present and, perhaps, their collective deliverance.

History does not always have to be a cruel teacher. The past preaches humility but it also teaches a certain kind of greatness. When Americans are ready to ask the question, "Why have we learned so little?" they will see hands extended to them waiting to be grasped; people elsewhere eager to tell them, in Arundhati Roy's words, "how beautiful it is to be gentle instead of brutal, safe instead of scared. Befriended instead of isolated. Loved instead of hated." Folks waiting to whisper in their ears, "Yours is by no means a great nation, but you could be a great people."


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The article above was written for an American audience and is based on the piece bearing the same title published last week by tomdispatch.com, the wildly popular online site of Manhattan-based Tom Engelhardt, a fellow at the Nation Institute and author of the celebrated book The End of Victory Culture, a history of American triumphalism in the Cold War era.

Friday, February 20, 2004

HISTORY LESIONS
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
With an introduction by Tom Engelhardt
tomdispatch.com
February 19, 2004


Tomgram: Constantino, our historical multiplication tables

Let's remember, when we do our historical multiplication tables, that everything happening now began somewhere, some time. Take the construction and engineering company Kellogg, Brown & Root, now serving (and feeding) our troops in Iraq in so many overpriced ways. It was founded as Brown & Root in Texas in 1919; sponsored the political career of, and was then sponsored in its search for government contracts by Senator Lyndon Baines Johnson; after being swallowed up by Halliburton, a burgeoning oil-services firm, in 1962, it followed vice president, then president LBJ into Vietnam where it was deeply involved in constructing "infrastructure" - bases and the like - for the U.S. military. As Jane Mayer reminds us in her recent New Yorker article on Halliburton and its former CEO, our present vice president, in those rebellious and sardonic days Brown & Root was known to many American soldiers by the familiar nickname, "Burn and Loot."

And so it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut might say. And so it continues to go, as KBR, still part of Halliburton, supports the American effort in Iraq to the tune of multi-billions in support of another vice president with an even closer relationship to the company. What pet names our soldiers in Iraq have bestowed on KBR this time around I don't know, nor do I know who built the "infrastructure" for our first great offshore imperial venture, our annexation and conquest of the Philippines over a century ago, though Filipino columnist Renato Redentor Constantino might well.

The war in Vietnam we're re-imagining and arguing over in this presidential season is but a pale shadow of the grisly event itself, and our no less grisly military years in the Philippines, which paved the way for Vietnam, are long gone from American memory, though, as Constantino wants to remind us below, they shouldn't be.

And yet it would be incorrect to say that no one remembers this ancient history. Perhaps it's just that the wrong people remember it the wrong way. Take the following recent remarks by former general and would-be viceroy of Iraq Jay Garner, who was quickly replaced by L. Paul Bremer in the early days of our Iraqi debacle:


"'I think one of the most important things we can do right now is start getting basing rights' in both northern and southern Iraq, Garner said, adding that such bases could provide large areas for military training. 'I think we'd want to keep at least a brigade in the north, a self-sustaining brigade, which is larger than a regular brigade,' he added.

"Noting how establishing U.S. naval bases in the Philippines in the early 1900s allowed the United States to maintain a 'great presence in the Pacific,' Garner said, 'To me that's what Iraq is for the next few decades. We ought to have something there ... that gives us great presence in the Middle East. I think that's going to be necessary.'"


Back in the years between the conquest of the Philippines and the war in Vietnam, the Pacific was sometimes spoken of here as "America's lake" and in the World War II years there was even a tin-pan alley tune with the pop title, "To be specific, it's our Pacific." Somehow, "America's desert" doesn't have quite the same ring to it, and I don't think the title, "To be specific, they're our oil reserves" would fly.

History's wounds, as columnist Renato Redentor Constantino tells us below, tend to bleed endlessly and sometimes for centuries. It's always good to hear from a voice who remembers in a way that matters. Tom


HISTORY LESIONS
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
February 19, 2004
tomdispatch.com

And so here we are, at the crossroads of another day, speechless and troubled by what is before us, so anxious to engage in a conversation with what ought to be, and yet so unaware of or indifferent to a past waiting to explain itself, to be heard, to be remembered.

"You have to understand the Arab mind," said Capt. Todd Brown, a U.S. company commander with the 4th Infantry Division in Iraq, who had led his troops in encasing Abu Hishma in a razor-wire fence to contain the resistance suspected to be coming from the village. "The only thing they understand is force."

Over a century ago, during a period of history that few Americans today can recall, another U.S. general uttered similar words. It would take at least "ten years of bayonet treatment" to make Filipinos accept American rule, said Gen. Arthur MacArthur, even as, to deprive the "enemy" of popular support, U.S. troops herded whole Filipino villages into concentration camps -- precursors of the strategic hamlets used by the United States during the Vietnam War and the razor-wire fences now employed by the troops commanded by Capt. Brown to enclose defiant Iraqi villages.

History. How much better off we would all be today if only we remembered more -- beginning with the origins of the relationship between the Philippines and the United States, a chapter which in our history is called the Philippine-American War; a chapter that began on February 4, 1899 and lasted an endless decade, which largely defined not only the pathways Filipinos were forced to take over the next century but the imperial directions that have framed recent U.S. history as well.

By returning to this vast and incredibly brutal conflict, Americans (and Filipinos) today may yet find what they have lost: the key to understanding the depravities of the present and, perhaps, their collective deliverance.

The triggers for war

For an empire perennially weighed down by the necessity of justifying aggression, triggers for war are providentially everywhere, to be pulled expediently whether real or not. In the spring of 2003, it was weapons of mass destruction in Never-Never Land or al-Qaeda connections. In 1964 in Vietnam, it was an attack by North Vietnamese gunboats. In 1899, it was "savages attacking our boys." Anything will do.

When Lyndon Johnson's administration launched its long-planned full-scale bombing campaign in Vietnam, it did so using the authority granted by Congress under the Tonkin Gulf Resolution, named after the site where North Vietnamese torpedo boats allegedly attacked U.S. destroyers on August 2 and 4, 1964. With domestic concern growing over an escalating U.S. military intervention, the Tonkin Gulf incidents gave the Johnson government the leverage it needed to pressure Congress to authorize an open assault on Vietnam. Reports of the alleged attacks caused such a rumpus that, by August 7, 1964, within three days of the second incident, Congress had passed the Tonkin Gulf Resolution by a vote of 416 to 0 in the House of Representatives and with just two dissenting votes in the Senate.

Only later was it revealed that a draft version of the resolution had been prepared prior to the alleged attacks; that the provocation on August 2 actually came from the U.S. side -- an American destroyer deliberately entered North Vietnam's territorial waters escorting South Vietnamese boats -- and that the August 4 attack did not take place at all. By the time the Johnson administration's manipulation of the incidents was exposed, however, the US was already deeply "committed" to a full-scale American-led war in Vietnam.

As we cycle backwards in history, we find a similar and no less bloody tale of cold-blooded imperial calculation and script-writing.

To kill a republic

The last decade of 1890 was an invigorating time for Filipino revolutionaries. After four centuries of largely inchoate revolts, Filipinos had united in 1892 under the banner of an organization whose goal was to overthrow Spanish colonial rule and create a democratic Filipino republic. By 1896, born out of well-articulated aspirations for national economic and political independence, open revolutionary war had commenced. By the first few days of 1899, the revolutionary movement had not only defeated Spain, but assembled a government ready to administer to the needs of a victorious if war-weary populace.

Such a dream of an emergent republic was not to be, however, for an expansive America had different ideas about how the islands should be ruled. Behind the backs of the Filipinos, the government of President William McKinley ended its brief war with Spain by signing the Treaty of Paris on December 10, 1898. Under it, the Philippines was conveniently ceded to the United States. The constitution, however, prevented the implementation of a treaty annexing Asia's first republic without ratification by two-thirds of the Senate.

McKinley knew he lacked that required two-thirds vote, but this did little to stop him from pushing through the treaty. If the US took possession of the islands, Philippine cane sugar would be allowed to enter the country with no tariffs placed on it, thus reducing costs for sugar refiners, the biggest of which was the American Sugar Refining Company, a backer of the president. This was at a time when some in Congress were arguing that Americans could enjoy all the economic opportunities the Philippines had to offer without bothering with annexation. But as Admiral George Dewey -- who would soon play a major role in the occupation -- put it, "Capital would not feel safe to invest in the Philippines unless the United States annexed the islands."

Cold-blooded calculus

In the end, outright bribery -- the 19th century version of present-day PACs, hordes of lobbyists, and "revolving doors" -- did the trick for McKinley, delivering a large portion of the needed votes into his hands. In order to tip the balance, however, the president needed one more thing, a trigger for war that would drive the rest of the votes his way.

Weeks before war broke out, the War Department began to issue announcements meant to prepare the public for the fact that "U.S. forces would have to defend themselves" if attacked by "natives" -- even as American troops were deployed to Manila itself. On February 2, the Navy dismissed all Filipinos employed on its ships in Manila harbor, while Army regimental commanders were given orders to provoke a conflict with the Filipino forces. On the same day, a U.S. regiment deliberately occupied an area called Santol where Filipino republican troops were already positioned. The Filipinos protested but, not wishing to ignite hostilities, eventually withdrew.

On the evening of February 4, 1899, US soldiers in Santol were instructed to venture yet further into territory held by Filipino troops, with the order "to shoot if the need arose." The Americans soon encountered Filipino sentries whom they immediately fired upon. The private who first opened fire reportedly shouted to his companions, "Line up, fellows, the niggers are in here all through these yards." Hours later, McKinley announced to the press "that the insurgents had attacked Manila." The next day he dispatched instructions to crush the Filipino army.

An emissary from the Filipino side was dispatched to the American commanders to request "a cessation of hostilities" and explain that the provocation actually came from their own troops. He was rebuffed by the Army commander, who told him that the fighting "having begun, must go on to the grim end." News of "savages" and "barbarians" who had "fired on the flag" soon filled American newspapers. On February 6, the Senate ratified the treaty by exactly one vote more than the needed two-thirds and the Philippines formally became a colony of the United States amid soaring promises of better lives for Filipinos. Yet it would take the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of those same Filipinos in a decade-long orgy of pacification before armed resistance to U.S. rule was finally crushed.

Liberating souls

"You never hear of any disturbances," said a U.S. congressman just back from Manila at a moment when McKinley had launched a campaign of "Benevolent Assimilation" in the Philippines, "… because there isn't anybody left to rebel… The good Lord in Heaven only knows the number of Filipinos that were put under the ground. Our soldiers took no prisoners, they kept no records; they simply swept the country, and wherever and whenever they could get hold of a Filipino they killed him."

Before he took command of the Army during the war, Gen. J. Franklin Bell announced: "All consideration and regard for the inhabitants of this place cease from the day I become commander. I have the force and authority to do whatever seems to me good and especially to humiliate all those … who have any pride."

"I want no prisoners, I wish you to kill and burn: the more you kill and burn the better you will please me," was the order Gen. Jacob Smith issued a century ago as his troops slaughtered civilians and Filipino revolutionaries alike defending the first republic in Asia and the freedom they had just wrested from Spain. Smith had ordered his troops to turn the island of Samar into a "howling wilderness" so that "even birds could not live there." When asked by a soldier to define the age limit for killing, Smith replied, "Everything over ten." Foreshadowing the fate of Lt. William Calley, who was found guilty of leading U.S. soldiers in perpetrating horrors in the Vietnamese hamlet of My Lai and who served only four and a half months of his life sentence behind bars after which he was pardoned by Richard Nixon, Gen. Smith was court-martialed for issuing his barbaric orders, found guilty, and sentenced to - an admonition.

Explaining the brutality meted out by American soldiers to Filipinos, a Boston Herald correspondent covering the war commented, "Our troops in the Philippines … look upon all Filipinos as of one race and condition, and being dark men, they are therefore 'niggers,' and entitled to all the contempt and harsh treatment administered by white overlords to the most inferior races." As early as April 1899, a US commander was already predicting, "It may be necessary to kill half the Filipinos in order that the remaining half of the population may be advanced to a higher place of life than their present semi-barbarous state affords."

As it turned out, however, not that many died. As early as 1901, the number of Filipinos who had been killed or had died of disease as a result of America's vile occupation was pegged by a U.S. general at a "mere" 600,000 -- a horrific figure considering that it took the United States another decade to literally wipe out Filipino resistance.

And America keeps asking itself, "Why do they hate us so?"

"We're going to become guilty, in my judgment, of being the greatest threat to the peace of world," said Senator Wayne Morse, who voted against the Tonkin Gulf Resolution in the U.S. Senate. "It's an ugly reality, and we Americans don't like to face up to it. I hate to think of the chapter of American history that's going to be written in the future in connection with our outlawry in Southeast Asia."

When Americans are ready to ask the question, "Why have we learned so little?" they will see hands extended to them waiting to be grasped; people elsewhere eager to tell them, in Arundhati Roy's words, "how beautiful it is to be gentle instead of brutal, safe instead of scared. Befriended instead of isolated. Loved instead of hated." Folks waiting to whisper in their ears, "Yours is by no means a great nation, but you could be a great people."

Renato Redentor Constantino is a writer and painter based in the Philippines. He writes a weekly column for the Philippine national daily, TODAY (whose online partner is abs-cbnnews.com). He lives in Quezon City with his wife, Kalayaan Pulido, and their two kids, Rio Renato and Yla Luna.

References: Leon Wolff, Little Brown Brother, 1991; Saul Landau, "The Iraq ploy and Resemblances to the Start of the Cold War," November 28, 2002; Gabriel Kolko, Anatomy of a War: Vietnam, The United States and the Modern Historical Experience, 1985; Daniel Boone Schirmer, Republic or Empire: American Resistance to the Philippine War, 1972; Jonathan Shephard Fast and Luzviminda Bartolome Fransisco, Conspiracy for Empire: Big business, Corruption and the Politics of Imperialism in America, 1876-1907, 1985; Dexter Filkins, "US tightens grip on Iraq with tough new tactics," TODAY, December 8, 2003; Kim Petersen, Dissident Voice, July 29, 2003; Arundhati Roy, "Instant-Mix Imperial Democracy, Buy One Get One Free," transcript of audio address in New York, May 13, 2003.


Copyright C2004 Renato Redentor Constantino

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

THE SECOND OF FEBRUARY
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
February 2, 2004


The second day of the second month of 2004. What lessons will the day harbor and reveal 20, 50, 100 years from now? Who knows what the day will bring?

Today, there are other stories to tell. Stories of loss and celebration and terrible things.

Forty five years ago on the evening of February 2, Richard Valenzuela, stocky Jiles P. Richardson and Charles Hardin Holley boarded a small chartered plane bound for eternity. They had just played at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa and, like most of the people lucky enough to have attended a gig of "The Winter Dance Party Tour," a magical traveling concert that intended to cover 24 cities in three weeks, the crowd went wild with the performance despite the freezing cold.

Valenzuela wasn't supposed to be on the chartered plane but won a seat on the aircraft after betting that night on heads at the toss of a coin. Richardson, who was running a fever after the Surf Ballroom concert, was given a seat on the plane by a friend who took pity on his condition. Holley was just dying to fly after spending too much time riding a cold bus hired for the tour. The year was 1959. The plane carrying the performers would crash minutes after take-off, killing the performers and the pilot and immortalizing rock 'n roll greats Ritchie Valens, Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper.

February 2 means many things to different people. On this day in 1933, Adolf Hitler ordered the dissolution of the German Parliament just two days after he was elected Chancellor. On February 2, 1848, the US-Mexican war ended with the signing of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo where Mexico ceded a humongous portion of its territory to the US, including what is now California and all lands north of the Rio Grande. The US 'agrees' to pay a measly $15 million in claims.

The mathematician and philosopher Bertrand Russell, who once said "War does not determine who is right - only who is left," died on February 2 in 1970 at the age of 98. Propaganda plaything G.I. Joe also debuted as a popular toy on Feb. 2, 1964 and helped immensely to erase the insight behind the counsel of Russell, who also famously said "Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so."

In 1862, on the second day of February, the journalist Samuel Clemens published his first report in the Virginia City Enterprise. Eight years later to the day, Clemens would marry Olivia Langdon. The world would come to know Clemens more by his pseudonym, Mark Twain, author of novels such as Huckleberry Finn. Twain: a fierce anti-imperialist who was among the staunchest opponents of America's annexation in 1899 of the fledgling Philippine Republic - the first republic in Asia.

Twain, who ages ago wrote with acute wit and prescience, "Sphere of Influence: a courteous modern phrase which means robbing your neighbor -- for your neighbor's benefit."

On February 2, 1899, US Colonel Frederick Funston gave secret orders to the 20th Kansas Volunteer Infantry stationed in the Philippines to bring about a conflict with Filipino revolutionaries. Several regimental commanders gave similar instructions on the same day to their officers and soldiers. Two days later, the American commanding general gave the order to "open fire."

Filipinos, defending the freedom they had just wrested from Spain, fell like flies before the firepower of the US Army and Navy, prompting a leader of the revolutionaries to call the next day for a "cessation of hostilities and the establishment of a neutral area between the troops." To the Filipino leader's request, however, the American commander replied, the fighting having begun "must be carried on to the grim end."

Why is not such a hard question. In a testimony to the US Congress on the Filipino-American War, no less than Gen. Arthur MacArthur revealed that "We had a pre-arranged plan. Our tactical arrangements there were very perfect, indeed ... I simply wired all commanders to carry out pre-arranged plans, and the whole division was placed on the firing line." Presaging close to a century the scorn heaped by Washington today on an ignorant and craven US public, a shrewd American senator projected "As soon as one American soldier fell in an attack by the Filipinos, sentiment would vanish, and the American people would stand behind the Army as they had always done."

Through shrewd cold-blooded plotting by the McKinley administration and its US sugar interest patrons, America had "bought" the Philippines from Spain weeks earlier for $20 million through the infamous Treaty of Paris. A treaty which would be useless unless it was ratified by the US Senate, which was then generally against America's occupation of the Philippines.

Until, of course, the "pre-arranged plan" that MacArthur had spoken of went into play.

By February 5, a day after the order to open fire was issued, American papers were already screaming 'They fired on the flag!' 'America has been attacked,' and 'Savages are killing our boys!' And by February 6, just four days after US commanders in the Philippines received instructions to provoke hostilities with Filipino revolutionaries, the US Senate passed the Treaty of Paris by a vote of two-thirds plus one and the Philippines formally became a colony of the United States.

Lies, plunder and hideous valor nailed to the mast of imperial warships. Machinations over a hundred years old and yet all too familiar.

"The past is never dead," William Faulkner once said. "It's not even past."


Notes:
1. Lies my teacher told me: Everything your American history teacher got wrong, James Loewen, Touchstone, 1996.
2. Republic or Empire, Daniel Boone Schirmer, Schenkman Publishing Company, 1972, reprinted in the Philippines. See the chapter "The treaty passes" in the said book in http://www.boondocksnet.com/ai/dbs/re09b.html

Monday, January 26, 2004

WINTER IN HONGKONG
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
January 26, 2004


Close to midnight, the crowd became noticeably thicker after Tin Hau station and the pace of walking slowed considerably until, once inside Victoria Park, the mass of people morphed into a river I had somehow melded with and walking became an involuntary reflex.

Inside Victoria Park that night was a churning multitude guided by huge signs pleading "One Way!" and "No entry!" and propelled by gaiety and shouting, the jostling an annual expedition in search of all things lucky. It was the eve of the Chinese New Year and Victoria Park was Lucky Charms Central, a gathering place of residents and goodwill and wishes for a bountiful new Lunar Year. It was the eve of the Year of Monkey, when Hong Kong fortunetellers work overtime and temples swell with huge crowds and anything red sells like hotcakes, including underwear. No matter how tacky, observed the Agence France-Presse, "if it's red it's hot!"

Hours later, after a short and fitful sleep, I found myself strolling past Victoria Park on my way to Hong Kong Central and saw the empty stalls and other skeletal remains of the previous night's party. First day of the Lunar New Year. The human river had emptied, and in place of the throng were hundreds of Indonesian domestic help seated in small huddles, nibbling on packed meals and chatting away around benches and trees and the stone floor of the park. Half an hour away by foot, communes of Filipina domestic workers occupied the peripheries of pedestrian lanes surrounding the Admiralty Centre.

It was windy, the sky was overcast and the temperature hovered around 10 degrees.

Man has set foot on the moon and Mars, I thought, as I walked towards the Star Ferry terminal. Trillions of dollars pass through the global casino economy daily and a dizzying array of technological devices are created each year that allow people to traverse with the blink of an eye boundaries once upon a time restricted by geography. The bold new world of a new global order for some. And for the rest, an old world segregated by familiar borders.

During holidays such as the Lunar New Year and on Sundays, many walkways leading to Hong Kong Central are lined with cluster upon cluster of Filipina domestic help literally living a slice of life on the margins.

This is their momentary domicile - perimeters demarcated by corrugated cardboards and lain along the sides of footpaths and walkways - the space between destinations constituting neither starting point nor ending and largely emblematic of their condition.

Here, when they take the day off, between Chater Garden and the majestic Jardine House, Filipina domestic help colonize tiny two-meter cardboard squares fenced with bags and plastic and marked frequently by a terrace of shoes. Few dare to step on the cardboard with their footwear on; it is a geometric space that is kept free from dirt where they are free to be languid and carefree with their limited free time.

They share food and newspapers and stories here, plenty of stories, among clusters where resignation exists side by side with resolve and where stories are as much a domain as the margins that for a few hours will be their temporary autonomous dwelling. With their stories they trespass each other's domains freely and make them often into their own.

Here, South Asian and Chinese peddlers flock around a group squatting underneath a large Banyan tree. The vendors are selling blouses, phone cards and fake perfume, their wares in small suitcases and packets that are easy to carry in case a policeman suddenly turns up. Foreign domestic helpers are a huge market here; disposable income is often spent on gifts for the family back home, Sunday wear, lunch in a decent restaurant, or the ubiquitous mobile phone.

Here, in her corrugated abode, a Filipina plays tong-its, a Filipino version of poker, and other card games except solitaire, which is played rarely. Here, she opens a container of steaming soup that she passes around till there is nothing left but smiles all around. Drinks are shared and a few oranges are soon peeled eaten, pieces of the fruit making its way to a cluster sitting beside them.

Here, five women are caught in a heated argument, and they argue all at once so that only the surrounding clusters are aware of the points each one is making. Those within earshot already know the troubles of the five women and some are already chuckling; others, however, have turned their eyes away and ignore the noise, embarrassed for the women.

In another cardboard square, a young Filipina is in tears and three older women surround her and try to comfort her; the young one' sobs are gentle but her face bears a grief that appears inconsolable.

Here a shout goes up and a woman stands up and wild cheer bursts from her group; the woman has won the pot in a poker game and she does a silly jig around a pile of Hong Kong coins. It is a trivial amount but they are having a good time.

Here a young woman leans on the shoulders of another who has dozed off; one arm is wrapped around the sleeping woman's waist and their hands are clasped and their faces are tranquil.

The cardboard squares are of no use against the cold of Hong Kong's winter, but somehow they provide vital warmth. They are precincts of both malady and joy, for in the modern Filipino experience that is migrant work, despondency has fused with the delight of companionship.



Notes:
1. Plenty of thanks to Mike Davis for "Bush and the Great Wall" and to tomdispatch.com for publishing the Davis article.
2. "Plenty of Monkey business promised in spending spree" Georgina Lee, The Standard-HK, January 21, 2004.
3. "Superstition makes new year comeback!" Cindy Sul, The Standard-HK, January 20, 2004.

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

THE VITAMINS OF ERMA GEOLAMIN
Renato Redentor Constantino
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
January 19, 2004

She is the mother of all our children and she represents both the core character of the Filipino -- selflessness and resilience -- and the fate that millions of other Filipinos have had little choice but to accept. There are eight million Filipinos working abroad today; 130,000 of them are in Hong Kong. Erma Geolamin, a foreign domestic help for 14 years, is one of them.

Erma left the country in 1990, the year the great earthquake shook Baguio and Cabanatuan. "I remember very little about what happened in the year I left," Erma said, "except that it was a painful parting. Oh, I think Rino Arcones died that year too."

"Who's Arcones?" I asked. "He was with Bombo Radyo. I've always dreamt of being a reporter," Erma said, suddenly spry. "Arcones was an idol of mine. He's very brave; I think I'm foolishly brave like him also. I always listened to Rino's broadcasts then. He was always exposing some scandal. When he died that year, it made me really sad. But that was a long time ago," Erma said dismissively.

Erma, a college graduate, first worked in Malaysia for four years; later on she moved to Hong Kong where the pay was a little higher, which meant that her children would all have a better chance to finish school.

Many things had happened since she left the country. In 1999, Erma left her husband when she found out that he had squandered the savings she had been sending home and that he had been sleeping with another woman, whose occupation she found severely unnerving. "All the while I toiled, he was sleeping with an embalmer," Erma exclaimed closing her eyes as if to shake off the thought. Erma is like many Filipinos; she can be solemn and feisty in the span of a second, capable of finding something oddlyamusing even in the most dire of situations, and she does not fear death but is deathly afraid of the dead.

There have been three new administrations since Erma left the Philippines in 1990, and possibly a fourth one unless Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo gets reelected. So much has changed and so much has remained the same, particularly the nastier ones. Year after year, Filipinos working overseas continue to remit to the Philippines the dollars that keep the country's economy afloat. And year after year, too, the Philippine government automatically re-exports the dollars earned by Filipino migrant workers to pay or debts many of which were ill-gotten. According to the Freedom from Debt Coalition, from 1980 to 2002, the Philippine government automatically allocated a mind-boggling P2.5 trillion for debtpayments.

What does she say to all this, I asked Erma one cold January morning in Hong Kong. Was she aware at all of this policy?

Yes, she said, but only recently. "It is cruelty. They have no right to throw out what we have earned. They should all go to jail, especially the officials who allow this to continue."

Who will you vote for this coming elections, I asked Erma, who has devoted the little spare time she has to helping address, among other things, the electoral needs of Filipinos in Hong Kong, a highly organized work force which had the highest turn-out of registered voters among all the countries that participated in the recent overseas voter registration process. Perhaps because 94 percent of the Filipinos working in Hong Kong are women?

"President Arroyo and Roco are both very arrogant and I don't like them," Erma said "And their intelligence has meant nothing." "And Fernando Poe, Jr.?" I asked. "FPJ?" Erma replied as she laughed. "What about Pimentel?" I asked. "Pimentel is very good but he won't win. Even so I would have voted for him but he's no longer running [for president] he said. Sayang." "Ping Lacson?" I asked. "I think I will only vote for senators," said Erma.

Bitter years have not corroded her spirit. Erma continues to feed herself the vitamins of survival and meaning. Such as regular texting with her youngest child, who is now in high school; challenging, along with nine others, the legality and constitutionality of the Hong Kong government's recent decision drastically reducing the minimum wage of foreign domestic help in Hong Kong; Sunday church and lunches at Hong Kong City Hall with her fellow Ilonggos; and the fulfillment of one of her dreams. Since 2002, Erma has been sending regular articles to a Hong Kong-based Filipino newspaper, which also helps augment her income.

Her stories are all true to life and reflect a keen discriminating eye. The kleptomaniac employer who steals from his Filipina maid's wallet. A Filipina mother of three, whose love for the child of her Chinese employer was as if the child was one of her own, despite the language barrier and notwithstanding the difficulty of handling the child's frequent epileptic seizures. The comical account of a Filipina domestic help who was constantly hungry because her employer often gave her only a biscuit each day "and sometimes no biscuits at all." "One day," Erma said, "the Filipina decided to set aside HK$5 from the money she was given to buy daily groceries. The Filipina told herself that if her employer would not give her anything to eat, then part of the grocery money should be spent to buy her food. The Filipina bought only bread, which she would hide in a secret place and take out only after the owner had left. One day, however, after her employer had gone out of the apartment, she discovered that the bread was gone. Then out of nowhere, Erma recounted, "the child of the owner appeared and surprised the Filipina. 'Where did you get the bread,' the child asked. Fed up with sneaking about, the Filipina firmly told the child 'I pinch money from your father because he doesn't even give me anything to eat!' The child replied 'Well can you take some more from my dad? He doesn't give me anything to eat either.'"

"If you want friendship, gentleness and poetry to cross your path through life," said Georges Duhamel, "take them with you." Erma Geolamin continues to live Duhamel's wisdom and longs only for a few more things. To the permanent proximity of family she adds something new -- long prison terms for the officials who keep on throwing out of the country her life's honest earnings.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2004

LORETTA BRUNIO: FILIPINO
RENATO REDENTOR CONSTANTINO
Op-Ed, TODAY/abs-cbnnews.com
January 12, 2004

Frowns rarely reach her oval face, but smiles, too, do not come easily. Yet she is never expressionless; everything about her is implicit. Her eyes, the way her hands unconsciously stir as she ponders over a word, the way she nods or shakes her head as if she was just swaying. Her movements are measured like her words and her bearing emanates grace and the quiet dignity that is the reward of all honest toil.

Her name is Loretta Brunio, a tall slender woman from the Bicol region with an imposing soul. She has been working as a foreign domestic help in Hong Kong for 10 years. Though she is an eloquent speaker Loretta rarely speaks in excess; solitude can be a gifted teacher. The observant, however, will notice that facets of Loretta's spirit betray her frequently. When her brows furrow you, too, are troubled; and when she smiles, you soar with her. The rest of the time you listen.

She has been the chairperson thrice of the Coalition for Migrant Rights (CMR), a distinguished organization that she helped form in 1999 - from idea to fruition - and while she continues to work full time as a domestic help she remains a tribune of migrant workers in Hong Kong. A gentle woman whose humility and simplicity frames her very character, not because of the nature of her employment, though this may have been the case when she first arrived in Hong Kong a decade ago, but because, in her words, "there is always a foreign domestic worker here who is in greater need of succor than you are. Hindi lang Pilipino [Not just Filipinos]." Loretta represents the repudiation of stultifying Filipino regionalism. Along with her equally dedicated colleagues, she saw to it that the first composition of CMR were Filipinos, Indonesians, Sri Lankans, Thais, Nepalese and Indians.

You wonder where she finds the time to do all this. Rest should take up the remainder of the day after her work; the body needs pause and the soul needs respite in order to shore up the walls that hem in the cloister of heartaches. But she finds time.

We met on a Sunday at the Hong Kong International Trade and Exhibition Centre in Kowloon Bay, where President Arroyo, who was on her way then to Bahrain, had delivered a two-hour speech to 5,000 overseas Filipino workers, the great majority of whom were Filipina domestic help. Loretta attended the event out of curiosity while I was there to cover Mrs. Arroyo's address -- a mish mash of tired platitudes sprinkled with bizarre spiels. "When I was young, you were just a few hundred then," Mrs. Arroyo had said in a congratulatory tone as she pointed to the Filipino band which had entertained the crowd prior to her arrival. "Now," said the beaming president, "you're in the hundreds of thousands!"

Loretta Brunio. Her sister was the one who had brought her to Hong Kong, she said. "My sister's with a born-again organization in Hong Kong and she thought it was her chance to help me find steady income and get me away from my activist inclinations." Before Hong Kong, Loretta had worked for ten years with a textile industry trade union in Valenzuela. Work did not pay much, she said, but it was important work and it was enough. It seemed to be enough but it wasn't.

"I spent some time attending some of the prayer activities of my sister's group," said Loretta, "but I found neither solace nor motivation there." Within a year, without any planning, Loretta found herself organizing foreign domestic workers in Hong Kong. Loretta left the Philippines in 1993, the year Mayon Volcano erupted and the year the Ramos government insanely dismantled tariffs that protected Philippine industries in rates unheard of in the world. Loretta's departure sought to arrest the onset of an impending fact - the absence of a viable future for her children. She wanted food on the family's table and good health and education for her children. In the Philippines, these are aspirations.

For the Philippine government, over which brilliant economists have long held sway, the departure of Loretta and others like her is a boon. They are expected to bring in the dollars that alone have kept the country precariously afloat and have maintained the illusion that the Philippine economy is not sinking under the weight of corruption and the continuation of spectacularly flawed economic policies. Such as the annual automatic allocation of a third of the national budget to pay off debts incurred mostly by thieving officials, corporations and banks - a monumental barbarity that re-exports the dollars remitted by overseas Filipino workers.

And yet this is merely a portion of the madness. For behind almost every statistic of Filipino workers "deployed" by government to work abroad is a home fighting to keep the fabric of family intact.

Loretta has three kids, the youngest of whom, Ivy, was two years old when she left; Abigail, the middle child, was four and J-R was six. Of the three, Loretta said Abigail takes to her the most. "Abigail is very straightforward like me," said Loretta with a rare giggle. "She has a strong personality. She hasn't yet decided on what she wants to do, which is fine. She's enjoying herself." Loretta glowed as she described her children, her smile radiant and enchanting.

J-R, her eldest, is sixteen and about to graduate from high school. "He's the MVP in his basketball league," she said proudly. Loretta said she intended to sign one last contract, which in Hong Kong runs for two years, but "J-R wants to study nautical engineering. He's a clever young man who deserves four years of training, which is expensive. So maybe two contracts and hopefully that's it."

Loretta's eyes shined widest as she described Ivy, her youngest, who is now 12 years old. "We called her Bilog when she was a baby because she was so chubby. The name stuck; I still call her Bilog today even though she is much slimmer. She's a very sweet girl who loves to sing. She has a beautiful voice; I have tapes of Ivy singing. I often play her tapes at night. She's my antibiotic. Some nights, when sadness is overwhelming, I call up Ivy and ask her to sing for me and then I'm okay."

Then Loretta fell silent and her eyes drifted away.

Loneliness is a furtive adversary. In Hong Kong, it has a certain velocity - it loiters around conversations and at night lingers in the space between the blanket and the bed sheet where the woman -- the mother, the daughter, the sister -- curls up and dreams of home.

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