Malaya's Gifts

In between feedings and nappy changes and planning for a baptism, some time must be spent to make the official blog entry on Motherhood. (There should have been one on Pregnancy - but too late now.) Some effort must be made, despite the feeling that there simply aren't the right words. I punch in keys, then hit backspace, in an erratic one-step-forward-two-steps-back rhythm, which only supports my belief that there are no words for this, and yet strengthens my resolve to finally just say something and take license to wax poetic about this state of grace.

So here it goes...

When I look at the world around me, the worry of bringing up a child in such a shabby and confusing place is appeased only by the deepened conviction that more must be done to make it better and that I must be a part of that change. Before, that conviction came from somewhere unknown and intangible, perhaps even a self-serving need for validation. But now, grand notions of a designated role in the betterment of the planet are gone, replaced by a grounded and more purposeful desire to do something simply because it is what needs to be done. This little human being has affirmed my right to Be, and with this comes a certain freedom that I have never felt before. Which is why I named her Malaya, for it is freedom that is her first gift to me, and it will always be my greatest wish for her.

To say that things have changed for me would be an understatement. It is certainly a new world out there, daunting and unfamiliar yet more promising and joyous than it has ever been.  At the end of it (or should I say the beginning?), I am the same, yet different. I am me, but so much more, so much "other," so much "beyond."

Already, Malaya has made me a better person. Her father, too. It is true what they say, that new life brings with it healing. Old wounds don't seem to hurt as much, and nothing gives you a new perspective better than having your own child. Also, our daughter is surrounded by so much love. Family and friends shower her with affection and provide us with unflinching support. When you find yourself amidst that much love, you just can't help but be better, if only to show your appreciation. I think that now, finally, I'm ready to forgive my own parents for whatever sins I felt they committed against me, but more importantly, I think I'm ready to forgive myself for my own sins against them and to start to rebuild our relationship. I could sense the same is true for JP. Because of Malaya, we are more forgiving, forever humbled and deeply grateful persons. This way, our daughter has saved us. See, already she has gifted her Tatay and me with more than we could ever thank her for.

Aya_tatayme2day1 I look at her lovely face and see bits of myself, her father, her lolos and lolas, and various other characters in her life... Yet I see her - just her - and can't wait to get to know the unique and beautiful human being that she will be. I watch her sleep in her Tatay's arms and I am overwhelmed by the realization that my whole world, the entire universe even, can fit into that few square feet of space. That these two people can quite literally "mean everything to me" is the cliche that I live now, and without regret. And while like most parents, I am most afraid of not doing a good job of being a parent, of not deserving the wondrous gift that is my daughter, the fear that she could mirror the worst in me is only outdone by the hope that she will become more than the best in me.

She is Jiana Malaya Jalijali Mateo, born July 5, 2008, at 6:56 AM. I look into her eyes, at barely four weeks old still searching and unfocused, and see the entire future, uncertain as it is, and know that there will always be one true thing - that she is mine, and that I am hers, forever.

                            

Randomly sentimental

It's almost 2am, and though I feel "puyat", somehow I can't sleep. I find myself coasting through this monster called Friendster, and I realize that there are so many people I am missing. Places, too. Like the beach. I wish I could go visit Puerto Princesa for a couple of weeks. I miss chilling out at Rambie's and getting wasted at Kinabuch... I miss miss miss those Vitara caravans to Nagtabon and Sabang, and celebrating Pagdidiwata at Kamarikutan. I miss Rambs and Kathy and Jay and Wally and Pido and Gener... I could go on and on and on...

I miss Bagasbas and Daet and San Jose. I hope the Surf trip this October pushes through. It would be wonderful to be back, and just be chasing the waves again. It would be so much fun to be able to introduce JP and our friends to the surf and the beach and the Shak and the CNSA boys and the fifteen-peso-laing-meals and the runway and of course, to the "stoke." They'd love it there. Anyone would, so come with if you want, everyone's welcome.

I miss my GMA friends. That year or so working at Wish was definitely some of the best times ever. I don't know if I ever said it, but it was a life-defining experience to have worked for that show, and that is no exaggeration. And we had such a great, happy team. So to Dredd, Melo, Joni, Chi, Joy, Eliza, Jing, and the boys of course including Kuya Totoy and Rogelio... I hope you're all well. I hope to see you soon.

Gosh... who knew insomnia can provoke such an outpouring of affection? I guess I'm just making reparation for not really keeping in touch with friends... I've never really been good at that... At any rate, I guess my friends can read this and know for sure that they're never really out of my mind, no matter how quiet and unresponsive I can get sometimes.  I really should make a better effort. :) There's this little known song, the theme from that movie Major League - that Charlie Sheen movie way back when none of us knew that Charlie Sheen was jerk. Anyhow, the chorus of that song goes like this:

Sometimes you get so busy running
Running round in circles
You never see you're going nowhere
Sometimes you get so busy chasing
Chasing after rainbows
You look around your life and find noone's there...

Sad no? And I will confess that this lyric sums up of my few real fears... I guess it's unfounded, since I know I have amazing friends who will always be there for me and with me. Still, there really isn't much anything more precious in life than the love of your family and friends - and I really ought to try harder to let the people in my life know just how I appreciate the simple fact that they're there. I guess this could be the first step... 

Barbarians

I do  not feel like mincing words. As many of you probably well know by now, another UP student has been killed in a hazing incident at the hands of his so-called “brothers”.

The 20-year old graduating NCPAG student, Chris Anthony Mendez, was declared dead on arrival at the Veterans Memorial Hospital just after midnight Monday, August 27. Students from the NCPAG and Chris’ friends have reportedly been told not to talk to media by the Vice-Chancellor for Student Affairs, especially about his affiliations in the University, because this would “blow the incident out of proportion.”

This makes me wonder… In times like this, what would be the  ”proportionate” response? A life has been taken - must we speak of this in hushed and careful tones? Must we contain our grief and outrage because we know that the perpetrators too are our friends and walk amongst us and we must take care not to offend them? Is there even grief? Is there even outrage? Or perhaps, our silence is due to our collective guilt? After all, aren’t we all somehow responsible by our mere acquiesence to the culture of violence and hate and elitism and patronage that goes on around us everyday, especially in the UP College of Law?

I don’t know Chris personally but I try to imagine how his family must feel about their loss and I know that the senselessness of his death can never be justified — least of all by the notion that somehow, the infliction of pain to another somehow seals the bonds of brotherhood, friendship, and loyalty. Or that it is tradition that must be respected. Or that it is worth it because it secures your future, with brods in positions of power ready to give political and economic favors. That there are those among us who, at such a young age, subscribe to these notions, somehow explains to me why the world can be such a harsh, hateful and unjust place. And that these people have the gall to call those who are non-frat members “barbarians” attests to a very demented species of arrogance…

Below is a copy of an article on frat violence written several years ago by a UP student, a frat member, once charged for the killing of another frat member. Maybe it will help some of us understand the culture of hate and violence that pervades fraternity traditions. It is high time that the university, from the administration and faculty to the students, take a long, hard look at hazing and fraternity volence in the campus, and find a way so that not another life is lost so senselessly… Please, not another life.

The following was originally posted on September 17, 2002 at the peyups.com fora by Raymund Narag:

I believe that everyone is concerned about the growing problem in the fraternity system. Much as the frat members want peace, they cannot do it themselves. One way of promoting peace in the campus is understanding the nature of frat violence. Here is my view.

Please share me your suggestions / comments / violent objections. It will enrich me in my advocacy against fraternity violence.

There is a reason why God put me in jail for almost seven years. I equally believe that there is a reason why HE plucked me out. I wish to respond to the new mission HE gave me.

You can also share this to your friends and e-groups. And advise them to send their messages at raymund.narag@up.edu.ph 

Thanks and God bless.

Raymund E. Narag

Some Thoughts About Fraternity Violence

Introduction

So many young promising men had been put to waste. So many dreams had been shattered. So many families had been broken.

The fraternity system has become a big black hole that sucks these young promising men to their graves. The fraternity as an institution, despite its noble and lofty ideals, has degenerated into becoming a barbaric gang. Internally, its organizational structure has become so hierarchically feudal, with the head becoming the law and the members losing their individuality.

Externally, it has imbibed the culture of the tribesmen and treats other tribes as an unforgivable “enemy”.

With the barbaric culture of the fraternities, school administrations have responded with iron fists. They apply more stringent measures and harsher penalties to those caught in the act of violence. Others have totally banned the formation of the fraternities in the campus and deny the fraternities’ existence. Some schools even equate frat members with criminals preying on unsuspecting students/victims.

However, the strict mechanisms did not deter frat members from the acts of violence. More so, the frat members simply evolved their instruments and methods of war to the changed terrain. From mere fistfights, there arose the cutters, lead pipes and baseball bats. To elude identification, there were the masks. With the advent of cellular phones, (it became harder to make a “hit” and so when there was a chance to maximize harm over unknowing members of the other party) came the handguns and the grenades. The war continues and continues more recklessly.

Worse, the administrative and criminal cases filed in school and judicial authorities had become, in itself, a venue of war among the frat members. It does not matter if the parties are telling the truth or committing perjury. And expulsion from schools and putting innocent men behind bars are by themselves “score” over the other party.

The frat members of UP DILIMAN had been noted to have the most number of sensationalized fraternity-related violence. The names of Dennis Venturina, Mark Martin, Miguel Icasiano, Nino Calinao and Den Daniel Reyes had once and again put the university in a bad light. And since UP students are the SCHOLARS NG BAYAN, most students look up to them and view them as models. An ugly model, however, on how to make pillboxes and how to maim a fellow student. It is not alarming therefore that there are stories of grenade throwing by university students in Metro Manila campuses. And alas, even high school students and out of school youths in the provinces and slum areas have their gory tales to tell. Fraternity violence has become a big concern that poses a considerable threat to the educational and social system.

The seeds of violence

Though cloaked with the noble and lofty visions such as academic excellence, nationalism, leadership, rule of law, intellectual integrity and other high principles, the fraternities developed strong organizational cultures that arose out of competition from other fraternities. The organizational culture, which has leanings toward violence, is what makes fraternities lost in their ideals.

Hazing

The seeds of violence are sown into the heart of a frat man the moment he enters the fraternity. The rites of passage required before an applicant can be considered a “brother” is a ritual replete with physical and psychological violence. By testing the mettle through pain and humiliation, the new members are inducted to become blood brothers. In hazing or initiations, the neophytes are made to believe that their fraternity is the one and only fraternity existing. All the rest are mere dance troupes. The “masters” would let their “neophytes” hate the “enemy” and vow for their enemy-fraternities’ destruction.

The physical violence impinged on frat member during initiations becomes the rational for the acceptability of the other forms of violence. The members accept the violence as a normal practice. Fountains of hatred.

The culture of hate is passed on from one generation to another. Stories of “war exploits” by senior and alumni members are told again and again to young members exhorting them to do their fair share in advancing the fraternity’s “glorious tradition.” They have evolved the “warrior class” to be the vanguard in the military efforts. The warrior class has the special mission of collecting information against the other parties, in plotting attacks and development of the paraphernalia of war. Members who do not adhere to the militarist tradition are considered outcasts or have low standing in the fraternity stature. The voices of those who cracked more skulls or who had proven themselves to be “the man” ring more stringently than those who wish to simply study and be an ordinary student.

Psychological Violence

The other kind of violence that is less latent but equally repressive is the psychological violence imposed on the frat men. Frat members are obliged to conform to the “high ideals” of the fraternity. They are asked to do some tasks which test their loyalty to the fraternity yet could be a humiliating personal experience. As junior members or new recruits, they cannot air their opinions and ideas in the policy making of the fraternity officers. The members should follow rules without question. In the process, the individuality of the members is subsumed by the greater “interest of the fraternity”.

This setup makes it easy to mobilize the frat members in times of war. The head of the frat can easily command the whole membership and assign them to their specific tasks. Even those who are anti-violence and peace advocates within the frat have no option but to comply. They are asked to hold a lead pipe or baseball bat even if their hearts and minds do not find any logic in it. In a frat war situation, the other party does not distinguish who are the hotheads and the cool heads. The only consideration is that they are members of the “enemy” and the target of the hit.

Members who do not want to be involved in this practice are considered pariah. They are the butt of jokes and the objects of scorn. Some frat members would simply become less visible in the tambayan because they cannot accept the norms of the frat. However, they would be called upon once in a while to perform some tasks. Also, they would be doing this at their own risks. In times of rumbles, they cannot be easily informed and updated about the status of war. They may attend their class and end up in a hospital. It then pays to become one of the boys.

Those who have inclinations to campus politics, academics, campus papers etc. are given high esteem only if they have proven themselves to the fraternity. While it brings glory to a frat to have members in the student councils and school papers, nonetheless, the higher premium is still given to those who had become the head and officers of the frat. That is why, there are members who are “picked” and “arranged” to become campus politicians. Their being in office is a manifestation of the fraternity’s flexing of the muscle.

The psychological violence is therefore cloaked in sophistication. While the frat members are obliged to surrender some of their individual rights, the promise of reward for the members come in the full enjoyment from the benefit the frat receives as a whole.

Code of Silence

The fraternities anchor their strength on secrecy. Like the Sicilian code of omerta, fraternity members are bound to keep the secrets from the non-members. They have codes and symbols the frat members alone can understand. They know if there are problems in campus by mere signs posted in conspicuous places. They have a different set of communicating, like inverting the spelling of words, so that ordinary conversations cannot be decoded by non-members.

It takes a lot of acculturation in order for frat members to imbibe the code of silence. The members have to be a mainstay of the tambayan to know the latest developments about new members and the activities of other frats. Secrets are even denied to some members who are not really in to the system. They have to earn a reputation to be part of the inner sanctum. It is a form of giving premium to become the “true blue member”.

The code of silence reinforces the feeling of elitism. The fraternities are worlds of their own. They are sovereign in their existence. They have their own myths, conceptualization of themselves and worldviews. Save perhaps to their alumni association, they do not recognize any authority aside from the head of the fraternity.

Rumbles

Rumbles are the physical manifestations of the psychological state of war among the members. Simple actions like “titigan” or “pagdaan sa tambayan ng kabilang frat” can be misunderstood as invitation for trouble. “Panliligaw sa girlfriend,” or “nakabangga sa inuman” are explosive causes of war because it directly questions the manhood or macho image of the frat member. There are also more childish reasons like “trip manghanap ng away”. This usually comes after young members are high with stories from their alumni members during their drinking spree. The young members are regaled about incidents of war during the alumni’s time. After the drinking session, the first “enemy” to be seen from nowhere is mauled and will become part of the frat’s war exploits.

There are also rumbles waged in the interest of the fraternity. This is usually in the defense of the fraternities’ name and image. Examples would be in the conduct of campus elections and when other fraternities encroached in the traditional projects of other fraternities. School debates or sports tournaments, thus, cannot be handled by another frat if there is a fraternity that had traditionally implemented such projects.

Other reasons of rumbles could be “Godfather-like” proportions. Rumbles are meant to strike fear in the heart of the “enemy”. When a frat is engaged in rumble, it must bit the “enemy” with a strong exclamation point, such that the “enemy” will no longer have the physical and psychological strength to wage a rumble.

The culture of rumble is also self-perpetuating. When a fraternity has “lost” in a particular incident of war, that fraternity would present itself as a “victim”. It would contact friends in the media, file charges in the administrative and judicial bodies and portray itself as the aggrieved. Any bad publicity against the other party, expulsions and suspensions from schools and incarceration in jails is also a way of getting back at the “enemy”. Then the fraternity buys time. It waits till the “enemy” is complacent and then unloads its vengeance and makes its score. Physical violence is still the highest premium in exacting flesh and blood. The other party now becomes the “victim”. It would file the appropriate charges and undergo the same motions. And then, the attack comes.

Rumbles are cyclical. And it excludes no one. Not even the grade-conscious, peace loving frat members. Worse, they could be the easy targets. They attend classes regularly and more visible in the campus. Thus, their schedules are easy to discern. They could be immediately plotted out in retaliation for an attack.

Cool heads and hotheads

Not all frat members however share the inclination or penchant for rumble and violence. In a fraternity there are more cool heads than hotheads. Perhaps in every ten members, there could be eight cool heads and only two hot heads. However, the cool heads are the silent majority in the fraternity. They seldom speak during meetings and are not elected during frat elections. Their opinions and views on how to run the affairs of the fraternity are not properly and openly articulated. The cool heads have no identity in the frat. They are lost in the multitude. They do not know each other. They do not even know that they exist. Their longing for peace is gobbled up by the voice of the hotheads.

The hotheads, on the other hand, are the speakers and articulators of the “glorious tradition of the fraternity”, the tradition of war and violence. They would egg the other members to always look on to their frat’s “pride and honor”. The hotheads would continually put premium on the need and necessity of putting up a fight if the interest of the fraternity so demands. They would continually search for new members who share their beliefs and pass on to them the practices and techniques of war. They are the moral vanguards of the fraternity. They applaud members who had the recent experience of proving their mettle, of gallantly fighting during rumbles. The hotheads make and determine the policy of the officers by default. If, for example, they wish to consolidate the fraternity, they could simply launch an attack against another frat. This will compel all the frat members to be united again in one cause.

The hotheads and the cool heads in a fraternity thus could not easily be distinguished. During times of rumbles, they act as if they are one. The cool heads become hotheads if after some prodding and exhortation, they eventually adhere and become a convert. The hotheads also become cool heads, if after some horrifying experiences, they rediscover that there is nothing good that comes out in fraternity violence.

Battle of two cultures

The culture of violence and the culture of peace have adherents in every fraternity. Among the fraternities themselves, there are always continuing debate on why there should and there should be no rumbles.

Most of the time, the adherents of the violent culture hold sway. It is an adventurous way of life anyway, and there seems to be no hazards at all. Since most of the members are teenagers, they are young and wild and free, then it is the fashionable thing to be engaged in. Having a rumble once in a while drives up all the adrenaline inside the body and it is a healthy way of releasing unspent energies. During and after rumbles, especially if the frat wins, the members are all high and ecstatic in sharing their little war exploits. It bonds the members together.

However, when the culture of violence reaches a certain level where the occurrence of accidents become regular, the voice of the adherents for peace can be heard again. The deaths or convictions in criminal cases of fraternity members, especially when it is reported by the media, is like a cold water splashed on the frat members. For a while, the culture for peace becomes more dominant. . After an incident that puts the entire fraternity system in a bad light, the different fraternities, either sincere or not, put a semblance of intention in maintaining peace in the campus. The fraternity members would rediscover the beauty of having friends with other fraternities again and would forge peace alliances. Different fraternities would come together to play basketball and vow to settle their disputes, if ever there would be, in a peaceful manner. The fraternities would be conscious not to add in the steering debate about fraternity violence. The fraternities are aware of having lesser recruits as a result of the bad public image.

However, when the issue in the media about frat violence boils down, or when a new set officers takes control of the affairs of the fraternity, the seeds for maintaining a culture of peace slowly fade away. The hotheads in the fraternity and the stories of the alumni members about the need to always look out for the other fraternities once again take upper control in the battle of the two cultures. There would be little misunderstandings and the mechanisms for dialogues as a way to resolve dispute are forgotten. And when there is a crack on the foundations of peace, a rush of violent confrontations sets in, as if, the fraternities had come from a long hibernation and now have rediscovered their first love.

Public Apathy

Non-frat members do not understand the mechanics of the fraternities. They do not see any logic why fraternity members engage themselves in violent activities. The non-fraternity members simply dissociate themselves from the problems that plague the fraternity system. They do not care if the frat members become maimed or killed in an incident of war. While they feel the loss and the pain of the families who have been victims of frat violence, their sympathy is extended only to sighs of utter hopelessness. They blame the depraved sense of values of the fraternities yet mock the frat member of becoming too stupid to join a frat. But when the issue dies down, the public loses all its bitterness. This happens till another person becomes a victim again.

Worse, in little fracas that does not have mortal results, the public gives its approval. They would ask the score in a rumble and applaud those who did the greater damage over the other party. This would in turn feed the frat members’ ego and give the fraternities more reasons to join a rumble.

Peace efforts

The realization that too much a toll has been passed on the shoulders of a frat man is a cry that is constantly heard yet not often listened to. There are individual alumni members who had seen the futility of waging wars with other fraternities and initiated a campaign for peace. There are resident frat members, who, after one of their own brothers had been killed, modified their procedures in the initiations of the applicants. The university administration, after a drop in the enrollment and low government budget due to the negative publicity caused by the rush of rumbles, implemented programs and activities jointly conducted by the fraternities. There are students, who after witnessing their friends had been beaten to death, declared their areas as peace zones.

These are all efforts to curb the ills that afflict the fraternity system. Yet, the efforts are not sustained. Many campaigns are launched only during the heat of the issue. They live only as long as the papers cover them. Worse, there are some campaigns launched in order to prop up the public image of the fraternities but not to make a genuine change in their system and culture.

Most efforts fail also because they come from the outside. There are efforts initiated by the alumni members that did not involve the participation of the residents. There are highly publicized peace accords signed by distinguished luminaries of the fraternities only to be ignored the following day. The residents were unaware that they are not supposed to be in rumble against a particular frat because they made an eternal peace pact.

Also there are no structures for conflict resolution and mediation among the fraternities themselves. The atmosphere is full of suspicion and the fraternities are apprehensive of the motives of each other. While the fraternities may adhere to the idea of maintaining peace, they do not have a workable guideline on how to achieve it. For example, the fraternities may have a consensus that they will police their own ranks and give disciplinary actions against erring members, there is no mechanism to ensure the penalty. They have to rely on the integrity of each other’s word, which is the word of their “enemy”.

The university administration effort to mediate conflicts is superficial. Upon learning that a rumble erupted, the administration officials would summon the heads of the fraternities and oblige them to make a truce. The head of the fraternity who fails to attend the truce in a specified time face dire consequences like suspensions and expulsions. The heads, given such conditions, would sign the truce and promise not to engage their group in any additional forms of aggressions to the other party. A formality of peace is forged.

The conflict however runs deep to the core of the fraternity. The general membership would simply change the head of the fraternity in order to absolve him of any responsibility. This will untie the fraternity of its previous commitment. Also, in order to avoid identification and the formal filing of charges, the fraternities would simply go underground. The fraternity would not present its roster of members and the set of leaders (but in order to continue with its programs and activities, it would form a new student organization, with the frat men as members and register this with the administration.) While, the administration may be able to temporarily shelve the problem, the possibility of a rumble erupting can happen anytime.

Peace efforts will fail as long as the fraternity members do not have the realization—that peace comes from within. No amount of coaxing from the alumni members, no perfect structure for conflict mediation, no joint activity, no arm twisting from the administration will ever put the violence down.

Voice of the victims

Fraternity violence has destroyed many lives. There are many students now staying in jail. There are many more who were expelled from schools. There were those who met their untimely deaths.

Yet, despite fraternity’s hotheadedness and penchant for violence, the fraternity members are all victims here. The members are drowned in a culture they themselves do not understand. The frat members are like moths playing in the fire. They never know when their wings will be smoldered.

The victims should speak now. They should not meekly accept their fate. Their experiences should not simply be sad stories in the frat lore. The thought that their doom is a simple consequence of being a frat man should be shattered. The victims are not mere accidents. They are flesh and blood who would carry the bitter experience through out their lives. They should break the code of silence and voice their concern over the growing barbarism of the institution that they belong. The victims should speak saying that all those who ever held a paddle and lead pipe are all guilty to the fate that had befallen them. The victims must initiate the voice: the enemy here is not the “other” fraternity, the enemy is ourselves. The culprit is the culture of violence that engulfs the fraternity system.

Here is the first voice.

Raymund Espinosa Narag
27 years old. Acquitted in a fraternity related case. He was under detention for nearly seven years. He was just released from jail.
Please send comments to: Email address:
raymund.narag@up.edu.ph

Unfinished

It's been a while since I've written anything. Not that I don't have anything to say, but I guess it's one of those times when the words aren't coming. Anyway, maybe this will do for now. I’ve been working on this one for some time and I don’t know if I’m done with it already… Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. We’ll see…

 

 

“Unfinished”

When all expressions of love have been spent,

What is left but the silent speaking of souls?

A look which says -

       “I see you” -

                   like bare sunlight.

A sigh that says -

        “I am here” -

                like the shore is for the sea…

Pharma and Karma

As with most of the progressive policy reform bills that we try to push in Congress, we did not expect that passing the Affordable Medicines Bill (House Bill 6035) would be easy. When deliberations on the bill actually began, we had mixed feelings about what was to come. On one hand, the bill was certified as urgent by GMA (for once she did something right), which meant that we could theoretically depend on the support of JDV and the majority bloc. It has also been passed on third reading by the Senate, which we hoped would somewhat strengthen the impetus for the Thirteenth Congress to add something important to its less-than-impressive list of laws made.

On the other hand, we heard through the grapevine that the lawyers of PHAP, the umbrella org of pharmaceutical companies operating in the Philippines (whom I personally think of as an evil bunch, subject maybe to a few exceptions), were directed “to spare no expense” in making sure that the bill would not see the light of day.

This, of course, was far from surprising. For years, multinational pharmaceutical companies have dominated the sale and distribution of medicines in the country, and they could not be expected to give up their huge profit margins without a fight. Imagine, on the anti-hypertensive drug Norvasc alone, Pfizer earns more than a billion pesos a year. That’s right. Not millions, but BILLIONS. That’s on ONE drug alone, for ONE company, in ONE country.

Here are more facts to digest: The price of medicines in the Philippines is said to be second highest (if not the highest) in Asia. The difference in prices across the region is astounding. For instance, Ponstan, a popular pain reliever produced by drug giant Pfizer, costs around P21 in the Philippines but only P2.61 in India and P1.38 in Pakistan. A 10-mg tablet of Norvasc costs about P70 in the Philippines. In India, Pfizer sells the exact same product for only P9. Ventolin, a drug for persons suffering from asthma, sells for P315 here while Glaxo sells it for P123 in India and only P62 in Pakistan. Outrageous, noh?

Big bad pharma will say that the high price of medicines in the country is due to their investments for research and development. This is simply misleading. What pharma will not admit is that the costs for R&D are considered to be “sunk costs” which are not really factored in pricing. The fact of the matter is that MNCs price drugs according to market forces or “what the market can bear.” The problem here is that the only markets they consider when they formulate prices are the A & B markets! I guess they think that the A-B crowd are the only people who matter since they are the ones who can afford to buy medicines in the first place, in effect placing often life-saving medicines further beyond the reach of the ordinary Juan and Juana dela Cruz. (Makes me angry, really. I’d buy me some Norvasc, only I couldn’t afford it.) In a country like ours, where only a tiny fraction of the population has decent access to healthcare, this is simply unacceptable. Health should not be a matter of privilege. It should be a matter of right.

MNCs are able to dictate drug prices because of the virtual monopoly that they enjoy over the sale and distribution of medicines in the country where almost 80% of the total sales of medicines belong to MNCs. This domination is caused by many factors, one of which is the prevailing laws on patents and intellectual property rights. The grant of a patent gives to the patent owner the exclusive right to exploit the patented product and control its sale, use, distribution, manufacture and so forth. In a country where up to 45% of the top 20 medicines sold are patented, reforming patent laws is therefore extremely important.

By pushing for the passage of the Affordable Medicines Bill in Congress, what we at Akbayan are trying to do is to amend existing patent laws to make them more responsive to the healthcare needs of the Filipino people. In particular, the bill proposes to:
• Allow for parallel importation of drugs as a tool for price reduction, by adopting the principle of international exhaustion of rights. What this does is enable the government to import the same brand-name medicines that the MNCs sell in other countries at much cheaper prices;
• Introduce the so-called Bolar or early working provision in the Intellectual Property Code, which would accelerate the production of generics by allowing commercial research on the production of drugs whose patents are about to expire;
• Prevent the practice of “evergreening” or the issuance of frivolous patents resorted to by pharmaceutical companies to unjustly extend the life of a patent ; and
• Widen and enhance the power of the government to use patented products.

We believe that these measures are essential if we are to begin to dismantle the monopoly that MNCs have in the pharmaceutical industry and bring down the prohibitive costs of medicines in the country. While patent rights should give the patent holder a reasonable degree of protection, they should not be used to create monopolies especially when they undermine something as fundamental and inalienable as the right to health. I mean, we’re not talking about some luxury consumer product here like cars, plasma TVs, or branded clothes. As the Akbayan platform on health asserts: “public health is not a question of market imperatives or trade, and that human development and social equity should never be made subservient to profit.” Contrary to what the MNCs seem to believe, for us, drugs and medicines which heal people and save lives should not be luxury items that only the rich can afford.

By now, most people know about the infamous note-passing incident that led to the ejection from the Plenary Hall of Congress of four pharmaceutical industry representatives who attempted to block the passage of the Affordable Medicines Bill by asking a congressman to question the quorum. As my boss Risa would say, we should thank them for “shooting themselves magnificiently in the foot.” After all, that brazen attempt led not only to the immediate passing of the bill on second reading, but also to calls by members of Congress to actually ban big pharma from Congress, and on the part of Akbayan, to call for an investigation into their lobbying practices so that House rules or national legislation on ethical and professional lobbying practices in Congress may be crafted.

For me, that was one of the best days ever. Talk about real-life drama! (It even made dropping a 5-unit subject under an excellent professor worth it!) It was especially worth it for the bill’s advocates, especially the senior citizens, NGO workers, and other advocates including supportive government agencies who were there with us keeping vigil over the proceedings for the past two weeks. (I should give due recognition to our friends from the Cut the Cost Cut the Pain Network such as Oxfam GB, Medical Action Group, and Coalition of Services for the Elderly; FTA; Third World Network; Ayos na Gamot sa Abot na Presyo; PLCPD; and DDG Bim Galicia - my hero!- and his staff from the Intellectual Property Office). The presence of those pharma lawyers in their fancy suits and the show they were making every now and then of chit-chatting with some of the congressmen like they were such buddies were understandably disheartening to the advocates. I mean, a few millions to spend on a few congressmen would just be a drop in the bucket of this billion-peso industry. We, on the other hand, could hardly come up with funds to stage a few pickets. But sometimes, arrogance and greed can be a backfiring bitch…

Besides facilitating the bill’s passage, what that incident brought to fore is the truth that the battle over the bill is simply a battle between corporate interest and the Filipino people’s right to have access to safe, effective, and affordable medicines. This battle, however, is not over yet. We await its approval on third reading and passage into law when the 13th Congress reconvenes for the last four days in June. In the next few weeks and months, we anticipate those opposing the bill to continue to do what they can to protect their own vested interests. We don’t really know what other tricks they have up their sleeves, but we shall be ready for them. We may not have the millions of pesos that big bad pharma has at its disposal, but we have something much better — that is the heartfelt conviction and sincere motives of true advocates with unwavering commitment to the cause of bringing public health back in the realm of basic rights and human dignity.

Corporate Arrogance

Am posting this at the request of Gary Granada, a friend and personal idol... Thanks for taking the time to read it! (Btw, Fr. Ben Moraleda was once my personal counsellor who really helped me get through a tough time in my life. It really pains me to know that these persons I admire can be treated so rudely by these corporate suits...)   

 

My Personal Ordeal with the Arrogant Managers of McDonald's
5 seconds


My name is Gary Granada, I am a KaalagaD volunteer, and I need 5 seconds of your time to help reduce the use of styrofoam in fast food chains.

What was meant to be a nice and simple Saint Francis Day motorcade-march to McDonald's turned out to be a nightmare. We were rudely treated by McDonald's, to put it mildly. Weeks before, we already sought a dialogue with them to reiterate our concern for their reluctance to reduce their use of styrofoam, despite their pledge to seriously attend to it during our dialogue in 2002! (Jollibee said the same thing, and while we are not satisfied with their response, at least they made some effort to shift to other packaging and serving materials.) ›We wrote to them, went to their office, made follow ups, waited for a response. The most we got from them was 'you wait for our call'. They never called, never wrote back, but verbally said they will assign representatives to receive our motorcade's representatives.

When we got there, their representatives turned out to be the

Citibank

Building

's security detail. Ill-mannered and impolite, they told us that they were told by McDonald's that they were not expecting us. One of our staff went up to their 17th floor office to find out whether they were willing to sit down and talk matters. Told to tell us to wait, we waited.  The giant that it is, the bosses of McDonald's apparently regard little children, nuns, mothers, priests and concerned consumers as their employees. We asked how long we were supposed to wait and got no straight answer. Finally they sent word for me to come up, just me, no one else. I thought these people must have seen too many spaghetti movies, perhaps they thought they had a hostage crisis. I was led to a conference room that could easily sit six or seven people and was greeted by two bright boys.

Think about it. Naglakad kami papuntang McDonald's, at pagdating namin doon, wala man lang bumaba para kausapin kami ng maayos. At pinatawag ako nitong dalawang batang managers!

It occurred to me that there were far more basic issues that plague McDonald's than styrofoam. Like common courtesy. So I explained to these rich young rulers that the courteous thing to do was to go down, greet the delegation and ask how they may be of help.  I even asked them where they were schooled, because in the public school in an obscure town where I came from, they manage to teach such things in Grade One.  Their bloated bright brains must have taken up the space that was meant for their ears. It felt like talking to an electric fan.

Meanwhile I insisted that somebody from Greenpeace, the Ecowaste Coalition, Franciscan Movement for Justice, Peace and Integrity of Creation, and the JPICC of the Association of Major Religious Superiors of the

Philippines

(our partners in the activity) be present as well. They said they can only accommodate three people at most. Fine. So I said I and our staff will go down and we will send three people up. But at the lobby, the three representatives we sent were barred by security people from proceeding, again upon McDonald's instructions we were told. It looked hopeless.

We decided to wrap up the program when out of nowhere a condescending woman materialized and introduced herself as the media relations officer of McDonalds. She said 'Why don't you go to Jollibee instead, they're number One.' To which Father Ben Moraleda replied, 'We did, and at least they are doing something.'

On the side, irked by her audacity, Fr. Ben quipped, 'And please take that hand of yours off my shoulders, I don't like you.'

And all that commotion for a very simple and very reasonable plan: that McDonald's reduce the use of styrofoam by 50% within one year. McDonald's has once again demonstrated its arrogance and bincapacity to appreciate the sincere and constructive efforts of common folks to protect our environment. Unlike them, we do not make money doing what little we can to help make things a little better for everybody.

5 seconds, that's all I ask of you to help reduce the use of styrofoam. Sa mundo ng mga mayayabang, papansinin lang nila tayo kung tayo ay maninindigan. Take 5 seconds to think twice before choosing where to dine or order food.

WHEN YOU HAVE A CHOICE, DON'T CHOOSE MCDONALD'S

I feel sad for that woman and those two young managers. So young, so successful, so ahead of their game, so privileged; so rude, so arrogant, so lacking in character, so bland. And I have since stopped wondering why their burgers taste the way they do.

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It will take a bit longer than 5 seconds, but itwill go a long way if you can email this page to friends. Thank you.

 

Soul Place


I dig my toes into the sand.

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.

I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless

And in this moment, I am happy…

 

 

Someone once told me that this song fit me perfectly. He could not have said anything more comforting. If I can choose, I mean really choose, and have complete control over all details of my life, and not think of responsibility nor consequence, I’d live my life this way: Like a nomad, with the world as my home.

 

I would climb many mountains and traverse valleys. Along the way, I would shake many hands and share countless, wordless smiles. No language will be a barrier. I will plant rice where the mud is rich and take fruit from trees. I would dance in strange streets, love strange men. Sometimes I will visit the cities, and there I will play, and leave them breathless.

 

But my favorite room would be the ocean. It is there where I will make my bed. It is there where I would keep my treasures, and build my secrets. It is there where I would rest, and let the salty breeze wash my soul clean again. It is where the healing night will meet me. It is there where my dreams will come and go with the tides, sometimes suddenly, frightfully, with a typhoon’s gale. But mostly they will ride a gently lapping current, aboard tiny paper boats and amidst floating candles. There I will bathe in the sun, and drink from the rain, and listen to music my Maker has made for me.

 

My life has thus been made by:

The tracks of pawikan across coarse, white sand.

The moon, rising over a grove of coconut trees, huge and red like the setting sun.

The hiss of sea snakes dropping from a cliff to hunt in the sea.

Black limestone cliffs towering over sparkling blue-green waters.

A comet streaking across the black sky, and my first glimpse of the galaxy.

 

This is my home - where I will lose myself, and find myself. Again and again and again.

 

 

I lay my head onto the sand.

The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.

I'm counting UFO's.

I signal them with my lighter

And in this moment

I am happy, happy.

 

The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in.

Maybe I should hold with care,but my hands are busy in the air.

 

I wish you were here…


 

Galit sa Mayaman

So I’ve been accused of being “galit sa mayaman” because of some of the stuff I’ve written or said. Worse is the accusation that I don’t believe that people should be rewarded for their hard work. Classic example is when a friend castigated me for acting really shocked when another friend of ours announced over dinner that he is considering buying an 800,000-peso TV set. This friend told me, “Excuse me, but he’s earned that money and he has a right to do with it as he pleases,” or something to that effect.

Now, I’m not really arguing with that, especially since the friend who had considered buying the TV is one of the people I admire most and does more than his fair share of community work and what people normally call “charity work.” If anyone deserves a TV that costs that much, it’s probably him. And yes, I do agree that, in general, people are entitled to spend their own money however which way they want. (Besides, in retrospect, most of my shock over my friend’s announcement over dinner that night was more from the fact that I simply didn’t know that TVs could cost that much, and not so much because I was terribly against my friend buying the TV. Or at least, not initially.)

After something I wrote kind of got circulated on the Net, another person reacted in much the same way, asking me what it was that had against rich people or people who worked hard. I’ve always thought that the person just misunderstood what I was trying to say, as with others who have similar reactions to some of my statements. But now I’m not sure if it’s just a case of misunderstanding, or that in fact, this world I’m moving in is really just drowning in this false, capitalism-generated materialistic muck.

I still think that there is something wrong with buying 800,000-TV sets. But I will not take it personally against anyone who chooses to do so. My problem with it has nothing to do with what I think people should do with their money. Neither is it because I don’t want people to have “nice things,” since I believe that we all deserve to treat ourselves whenever possible.

What I have a problem with is what 800,000 peso TV sets stand for: that great disparity between the extreme ends of our society, not just in the Philippines but on the global scale. There is nothing right with that. For me, it’s not okay that there are people who can buy 800,000 TV sets when there are people who don’t even have enough money for a decent meal. I don’t understand why for instance, we as a society spend billions on something as artificial as the advertising industry, and be such penny-pinchers when it comes to coming up with better environmental conservation practices and technologies. I don’t understand why a movie actress is paid millions when on the other hand a high school teacher is paid hardly enough for him to afford his own home. I mean, if in any way, how much we pay a person for what they do is somehow indicative of the significance or worth of that person’s work, then what does this general scheme of things say about us as a society and the value we place to what people contribute to the world?

Exagg ba? Maybe you will think I’m naïve or even ignorant to think these things. I admit, I don’t understand the principles of Economics all that much, and I guess you can try to explain to me all the market forces at work which determine people’s salary levels and all these other things. But knowing why these things are the way they are won’t really make them right or acceptable. At least not for me.

Let me make one thing clear: Hindi ako galit sa mayaman. Hindi rin ako galit sa pera. Hello?!? Marami rin naman akong kaibigang mayaman, at mahal ko silang lahat. I do enjoy having extra money whenever possible, and even wish that this would happen more often. So before you react adversely to what I’ve said above, please understand this one very important underlying thing about me --- that I believe that before we, as a society, can allow anyone to have too much of what they want, we should first make sure that everyone has enough of what they need. Everything else, for me, goes from there... So what I’m saying is not that there shouldn’t be any rich people, what I am saying is that there shouldn’t be any poor people. I’m not saying that luxury is bad. All I’m saying is that before we indulge ourselves, shouldn’t we collectively make sure that first and foremost, no one is hungry or homeless or uneducated?

Maybe you’ll say that it’s just the way things work and it’s stupid to think that things could still change. Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is all just an exercise in futility. But you know, I’d rather do things that I think will make the world just a little bit better and be called a failure, than try and do things which I do not believe in, or worse, things that I know will just perpetuate what’s wrong with the world and have people tell me I’m a screaming success. Better to fail at trying to do something decent, than succeed at doing something that isn’t.

Northern Exposure

So heto, back to reality after a tremendous Holy Week break up North. That little problem we have at the office is still waiting to be solved... and it looks more and more like there's really no way we can get the result we want. You have no clue what I'm talking about, right? Good for you! You're better off not knowing...

Anyways, so the family did do that road trip up North and my, it was incredible! Sure the drivers in the family were exhausted, but all in all, I think we all thought it was worth it. Laoag was a nice, pretty place. We didn't stay very long but at least see got to visit the Paoay Church. Vigan was fantastic and I only wish we could've stayed longer - except for that part where my new purse got mauled by one of Chavit's tigers. Wait a minute, I take that back --- getting your purse mauled by a tiger was actually kind of cool.... But i'll tell that story later.

Pagudpud is great, and I loved the rawness of the place. Discovered this very recently opened resort tucked away in one deserted corner of beach and I can't wait to go back. It was a trip too, that I saw two old friends there. It was one of those "of-all-the-places-in-the-world-to-see-you-it-should-be-out-here" moments... Anyhow, I liked that spot so much I wrote something about it, and here it goes: (See the photo album too!)

Kapuluhan Vista Resort: A Marvel In Pagudpud

Tucked away at a far corner around two coves from the more popular Blue Lagoon, Kapuluan Resort occupies a spot with a surreal and untamed sort of beauty. Imagine yourself standing on a craggy coast looking out onto a sea with an obviously treacherous surf. The sand is white and coarse beneath your feet. The wind is powerful and it whips the hair out of your face and sings in your ears. To your left, the view of the tempestuous sea is broken by two mounds of rock resembling a woman’s breasts. There is also a strange fallen tree resting where the waves break, its roots upturned to the sky.

The coastline turns a corner and disappears thereabouts, but not before a grove of tall coconut trees, bent backwards by the unforgiving wind, makes a last stand on green grass. Behind the grove, a small river runs out to the sea. Or at least it tries to, because the tide is low and it cannot quite reach. So for now, it resembles a large pond and you half expect to see flamingoes or swans in the water. Instead, a young man squats on the grass watching his carabao drink his fill. Behind you, the sun is setting behind a stretch of rice paddies and green rolling hills.

In the midst of this image sits Kapuluan. I couldn’t really decide if the place blends into or makes a stark contrast with its surroundings. The point is, it works.

The resort itself is a wonder. The architecture is minimalist and understated yet warm --- sort of Zen meets Mediterranean, or less obviously, country meets tropical. Yet, the word “eclectic” does not fit. Eclectic somehow connotes a disarray of all sorts of things. But for all its contrasts, Kapuluan’s design is coherent.

The resort also offers amenities some of which are not available elsewhere in Pagudpud. Besides piped in hot and cold water, air conditioning and satellite TV, and all that jazz, they also have a small, symmetric infinity pool. After a day of surfing and rough, salty water, it must be a trip to just soak in that pool. What tops my list though are the small huts/cabanas, with floors that could be folded so that they double as lounge chairs from where you can watch the sea the whole day long while sipping cold beer. Happiness!

I’m almost glad that I only stumbled upon Kapuluan and wasn’t actually able to stay there. For one thing, discovering the place was fun. Imagine walking along a harsh and unfamiliar shore and having this oasis sort of just pop within view. Then you walk in and you find a place that is so utterly “chill.” The best part about not having stayed there is that it gives me another reason to go back to Pagudpud. And back, I definitely will be.

Monologue 1: Creepy

You know how sometimes you feel this dull ache in your gut and you don't really know why but by God, it's real and it's there... And how sometimes, just sometimes, you feel needy but don't want to be but you know you are, oh of course you are and you want someone to turn to but you don't know who to turn to and you're scared shit that there might be noone to turn to... And at the end of it all you feel so angry at yourself and ashamed about how needy and helpless and insecure you can get sometimes, even if it is just sometimes, cause you know you're strong but you're so fucking tired of being this strong and you just want for one day, one hour, one minute, to be totally mindless about everything and just fuck it. Just fuck it. And in your head there's this voice that is laughing at you and calling you names and telling you how pathetic you are and you face it and stand up to it coz if you don't, you'll go nuts... Sure you will, honey...  You already know you're craaaaa-zeeee... Hahahaha!!!