The discussion is loud, so very loud. That is whether Former President Ferdinand Marcos be buried in the Libingan Ng Mga Bayani or somewhere else. The noise is attempting to sway President Rodrigo Duterte to reconsider his decision in allowing the burial at the LNMB. Actually, I feel for both of those who are for and who are against. They both have strong positions, I am not saying that either one is right, though.
The president has made his decision. Whether he changes his position remains to be seen, well, nothing is definite until September 18.
Anyway, I don’t want to add to the noise. I don’t want to add convincing positions why the former president should be buried where. At the end of the day, it is up to President Duterte to stand by his earlier decision, unless of course, the Supreme Court steps in and render a decision contrary to the stand of the President. And then we will see if the President defies the SC or again, stands by his earlier decision. In the meantime, the unfolding we will wait.
I said I don’t want to add to the noise, now, you are wondering why I am writing this piece in the first place. He he. I love conversations like these but since I am not in the Philippines, then, for me this is the closest thing to be an active participant in the conversations.
The President has decided. In Siquijor, where I come from, in reaction to the decision, we would either say “pastilan, unsaon pod laman” if we are against, and if we agree, the discussion becomes longer, with friends, with colleagues, with neighbors, and with RH (Red Horse). RH, too, is almost always, part of the conversation. We live simply and we are happy with RH.
Anyway, for me, it doesn’t really make much difference. Of course, it is an affront to the people who have been victims of the cruelty of Martial Law and continue to be victims because until now they have not attained justice. It is an affront to the people who believe in the rule of law, who continue to believe in the rule of law. It is an affront to people who pinned their hopes in the new president because the previous administrations failed them. It is an affront to us all who believe that as a nation, we have learned from the lessons of the past.
For me, it doesn’t make much difference where the former president will be buried – in the LNMB, in Ilocos Norte or anywhere. I was 10 years old when Martial Law was declared, I was 24 when he was ousted and went on excile to Hawaii. My experience of always going home early because of the curfew (although at that time, I really don’t understand what curfew was, we were only told to go home early otherwise the police will get us) and the very personal story my Mama would tell us that she wrote to Imelda, the First Lady at that time, to give my Manong a job, and which Imelda did. At Amon Trading in Manila, if my memory serves me right. I was pregnant with my eldest daughter at that time when Marcos and his family were picked up by the Americans and brought to Hawaii against their will. By then, I knew enough. Enough, so that no amount of propaganda and twisting of the history can change the Marcos I knew. He can be buried at the Libingan ng Mga Bayani, for all I care, but it will never, NEVER, make him a hero.