DEMAREE J.B. RAVAL
A day of mourning
Sunday, 02 22, 2009
The wife of Mike Arroyo has reduced February 22 to insignificance: Today does not deserve to be a national holiday. It’s like declaring that Good Friday should be celebrated on a Monday, or that New Year’s Day falls on February 1.
Today is a national holiday that we should be celebrating, to commemorate its significance to our lives, to our posterity as a nation. To remember, to revisit, to savour once more that feeling of having triumphed over adversity, of having vanquished our collective forebodings and fears, of being worth dying for. We will have none of that today.
Twenty-three years ago today, we stood our ground to defy the juggernaut of a dictatorship; today, a dictator without equal runs roughshod over our lives. We vanquished a tyranny then; today, a tyrant is doing what needs to be done to vanquish us now. We thought, then, that corruption had gone; today, corruption proudly rears its ugly head and is even amply rewarded.
So, today, instead of celebrating, we are in a state of national mourning.
Let us mourn the death of our aspirations for a good government. EDSA in 1986 promised us a good government. We have none of that today. We do not even have a government.
Let us mourn the loss of our collective national pride in being able to proclaim before the world that we assembled a multitude and invented People Power in 1986. The remnants of that national pride are now mere bragging rights — that we started it first for others elsewhere in the world to imitate — and we have not been able to sustain that power. Today the Power has been snatched from the People, and all we have are persons in power lording it over the people.
Let us mourn the departure of decency from the government. In 1986 we had the likes of Cory Aquino whose decency as a governor was enough to make us follow her to hell and back had she wished it; 2009 has left us saddled with the wife of Mike Arroyo, whose government is rife with the gross indecency that has steadily led the country to the road of national shame and perdition.
Let us be sorry for the wave of apathy that has washed over and overwhelmed many of us, rendering us insensitive to and uncaring about the endemic corruption and the lack of governance around us.
In 1986 we poured out into EDSA to denounce a stolen election and the rapacity of those who govern us. Today we allow elections to be stolen from us, billions to be filched from the national treasury and stashed away by the corrupt in the government, because we have not raised our voices in righteous anger, much less whimper in helpless denunciation.
Let us be sorry for the lack of a national direction. In 1986 we were all euphoric about the dawning of a new day toward a good life under a good government; today the wife of Mike Arroyo leads us to whatever direction that shall conveniently perpetuate her in power, while her minions, inspired by her example, feverishly make hay for themselves in preparation for the day that their glorious sun will no longer shine.
Let us be sorry for the vestigial propensity to please the colonial master we threw out in the not so distant past. The euphoria of 1986 gave us the courage to move on without hanging on to the coattails of a colonizer; today an obsequious governor’s obsession to ingratiate herself with the ever meddlesome master has resulted in the abdication of our sovereignty to that same colonizer. We cannot even jail one corporal, a native of that colonizer, who abused a woman right in our shores.
What have we to brag about 23 years after EDSA? Nothing, unless you throw in the reality that the wife of Mike Arroyo likes to brag about an Enchanted Kingdom.
An Enchanted Kingdom where corruption is tolerated. How many corruption scandals, with the fingerprints of her husband all over them, have visited her government? Has there been any conviction? Or even indictment?
An Enchanted Kingdom where inaction is tolerated. Agrarian reform was promised early on in 1986. Over the nine years she has been in power, the wife of Mike Arroyo slowly presided over the death of the agrarian reform program. Today the promised lands have remained just that: Promised lands.
An Enchanted Kingdom where abuse of power is tolerated. Where minions can set up their respective fiefdoms and engage in their preferred variety of plunder and corruption at a regularity and intensity rivalling those of the scandals identified with her husband. Where the Constitution is no longer sacrosanct, because it could be amended by mere executive order or presidential proclamation by the wife of Mike Arroyo.
EDSA was expected to be the epiphany of those who must exercise power over us. Indeed, it was, at the start. But many of those who were there at EDSA, or those who now simply mouth that they had their epiphany at EDSA, including the wife of Mike Arroyo, have undergone a second epiphany — for the worse.
At a commemoration of EDSA in the recent past, we rued the lack of verve on the part of the government to pursue the goals of EDSA, and yet clung to the hope that the wife of Mike Arroyo would undergo some enlightenment and, somehow, have faith in the Filipino’s dogged determination to make something of EDSA, no matter how belated. Alas, the wife of Mike Arroyo has chosen to be blind, deaf and mute.
And so we are stuck in the mud with the wife of Mike Arroyo on this otherwise glorious day in our history. We feel sorry for ourselves. And we mourn the death of EDSA.
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