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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Untimely

Sabi ng Facebook, "write something about yourself". Nanghihingi rin ng biography. Yung dalawang yun, hanggang ngayon hindi ko masagutan.

Sino nga ba kasi ako?


Ako? Tingin ko....tao naman ako. Pinipilit ko rin namang maging makatao at magpakatao. Hindi naman ako masyadong high-profile na tao. Simple lang. Anak. Estudyante. Aktibista. May mga konting payak na pangarap lang at isang malaking malaking pangarap.


Simple lang. Wala naman akong super powers. Nakalapat pa naman ang paa ko sa lupa. Kumakain ng kanin. Nag-iisip din ng konti. Nagsasalita. Multi-cellular organism naman ako. Normal lang. Super tipikal.

May nanay at tatay naman ako. Normal din naman sila. Yung nanay ko, may sariling hanap-buhay. Ganun din naman yung tatay ko.

Estudyante ako sa Philippine Normal University. 2007 nung pumasok ako dito. Wala sa balak kong mag-extend hanggang limang taon kaya I presumed na magmamartsa at gagraduate na ako ng March 2011. Ayoko din ng school ko. Gusto ko kasi sa De La Salle University-Manila. Pero habang lumalapit yung taon na ako ay pa-college na, lumalapit na din ako sa kalinawan ng buhay. Ang laki ng tuition sa La Salle Taft. Pero nung mga panahong yun, kaya pa naman ng bulsa ni ina na mag-aral ako sa La Salle, yun nga lang, hindi sa Taft. La Salle Araneta lang. Kinukuha na nga nya ako ng form dun e kaso ayoko. I want La Salle and I want DLSU Manila. Ayun. Sa huli, PNU ang bagsak ko. Nag-BS Biology ako sa PNU. Nung mga panahon kasi na yun, pera lang ang gusto kong makuha pagkatapos kong mag-aral.

Nag-iba ang pananaw ko sa buhay. I came up to the realization that money has no worth. Inattempt kong magshift ng course papuntang BSE Social Science. Ang daming reactions ng tao sa ginawa ko. Even the Biology department head doesn't want to let go of me pero pagkatapos ng mahabang usapin, pumayag din sya. So ang mind-setting ko na ay gagraduate ako ng 2012. Pero hindi ako nakapag-shift. Mahabang kwento but still, 2012 pa rin ako gagraduate.

Isang malaking salik bakit ko gustong mag-Soc Sci ay dahil ito lang (sa paningin ko) ang progresibong kurso na meron sa PNU. Isa pa, dahil na rin sa impluwensya ng kilusan sakin. Ayoko ng pag-aralan yung mismong tao at mga bagay-bagay na nag-cicirculate sa pisikal nyang sistema. Mas gusto ko na lang pag-aralan ang lipunan at kung anong magagawa ko para dito.

Mas masarap kasing kumilos kung alam mo ang dahilan kung bakit ka kumikilos. Ilang beses ko na ding sinubukang magpahinga. Pero bumamalik ako sa thought na pag tumigil ako, marami akong hindi magagawa. Sayang. 

Masarap makipagdramahan sa lansangan. Sa piling ng masa mo makikita ang tunay na laban. Wala sa Palasyo ng MalacaƱang. Believe me. Hindi pa ganun kadami ang naranasan ko sa pagkilos pero hindi naman sarado ang utak ko sa pag-explore ng mga ganung klaseng bagay.

Ang mass movement ang nagmulat sakin sa maraming bagay. Na hindi masamang maging aktibista. Hindi masama ang kaliwa. Hindi masamang magnakaw. Hindi masamang mangialam at makialam. Katangahang maituturing na nakatitig ka lang sa mga maling nangyayari. Dapat kumikilos.

Pangarap kong makapag-aral sa La Salle kahit napaka-elite ng school na yun. Basta gusto ko dun. Pangarap ko lang na makatapos ng pag-aaral. Pangrap ko lang maging GK ng BY. Pangarap kong makapag-liberate pa ng maraming kamalayan lalo na ng mga estudyante.

I never wanted to study in UP. Mula bata pa ako, ayoko na sa UP. Hanggang ngayon, mas lalo ko yung inaayawan. Ayoko ng aura ng UP. Nag-test ako dun pero wala akong balak mag-aral.

Gusto kong mag-aral ng political science o public administration. Pangarap kong mabili ang mga pangangailangan ng nanay kong mag-isang nagbuhos ng lakas para buhayin at pag-aralin ako.

Ang malaking panarap ko ay ang sosyalistang Pilipinas. Yun lang naman.

Tamad akong tao. Ayoko kasing masyadong gumalaw. Pero ayoko ding mag-isip ng masyado. Hindi ako matalino. Hindi ako mahilig mag-aral.

Madami na akong unpublished writings. Isang tao lang ang gusto kong makabasa nun pero I doubt kung mapapabasa ko yun (isang malaking GOOD LUCK!).

Naiinis ako sa mga kikay. Mahabang kwento din kung bakit.

Hindi ako straight na babae at wala akong balak maging straight. Out na kung out! hehehe Remember: gender is fluid. At walang karapatan ang sinuman na husgahan ako dahil lang sa gender preference ko.

Wala namang masama dun. Well, nagiging masama lang un sa mata ng mga dogmatic na moralista.

Ayun. Pwede na siguro 'to.

=)

Political to something.....romantic?

well, the title's just defining my mood. wala ng iba.


I don't know why. These past few days, I am starting to feel weary sa pag-iisip ng mga bagay na pulitikal at medyo problematic. Tired of thinking about my problems, the movement, the country, etc.


Napasilip kasi ako sa profile ng isang kaibigan. Ung profile nya, puro "love" keme... Pero magaan sa pakiramdam. Kasi naman ung laman ng profile ko, puro mga bagay na GD. So I tried to sensationalize the things written on her wall. Ayun. Eto ako ngayon. =)


Ang labo ng tuloy. Masyado kong na-romanticize ang pagiging romantic. Feeling ko tuloy ang baduy ko na. Ubos na nga ang mga pahina ng aking notebook at paubos na rin ang tinta ng ballpen ko. Pano ba naman, gabi-gabi, sulat ako ng sulat ng kung ano-anong bagay na maisipan ko lang.


Hindi naman ako in-love ngayon. Natutuwa lang talaga ako sa mga circulating random thoughts about loving, romance, etc. Hindi rin ito ka-kikayan (utang na loob!). Fresh lang talaga.


Tama na nga. Pinagtatanggol ko ba ang sarili ko? Pag nagpo-post kasi ako sa FB ng status na fresh lang, nagrereact sila. Pero deadma na nga.




=)

Monday, June 21, 2010

Sa totoo lang...

(Bakit ganun ung title? Parang ung kay GMA lang...eew.)

Hindi naman kasi talaga ako writer. Ewan ko kung bakit nila sinasabing okay akong magsulat...pero hindi ko naman masyadong ma-feel. Sinusulat ko lang ung maisipan ko. Ni hindi nga perfect ung grammar ko e (mapa-English o Tagalog). Ang lame kaya ng mga sinusulat ko. Sinubukan ko na rin ung blogging pero hindi dahil nagagalingan ako sa sarili ko. Natutuwa lang ako sa idea na para kang may on-line diary. hehehe

Naiinis ako pag may mga ungrammatical sa sentence/s ng ibang tao pero ung sarili ko, hindi ko masyadong mapuna lalo na pag sobrang haba na ng nasusulat ko. Ang epal nga e.

Sabi ng teacher ko nung highschool (na adviser namin nun sa SG), parehas daw kami. Sabi ko sa kanya, hindi ako matalino. Sabi nya, hindi rin daw sya matalino pero mahilig lang daw talaga syang mag-aral. E pano un? Hindi din naman ako mahilig mag-aral? So, ano ako? hahaha

May na-create akong isang theory (na magiging law din eventually. I swear! hahaha) My theory states that: All good-looking people are not intelligent and all intelligent people are not good-looking. The rationale behind that theory is that "You cannot have the best of both worlds!"At kung gaano ka ka-good-looking, ganun din ka-extreme ang pagiging hindi mo matalino and vice versa. Lagi itong proportional.

Pero kung ikaw ay:
-both; or
-neither

isa lang ang ibig sabihin nyan...hindi ka tao.

hehehehe lumilipad na naman ang topic ko.

tama na nga.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Aktibismo, Kapitalismo, Sosyalismo, Anarkismo, ismo ismo

May isa akong kasamahan sa kilusan. Matalino sya, nag-iisip at kahit papano’y may dedikasyon sa ginagawa. Parehas kaming nag-aaral sa isang state university. Kaso yung tatay nya, ayaw ng aktibismo. Kaya daw sya nag-aaral ay hindi para sumali sa mga kung ano-anong klaseng grupong tulad ng meron kami. Wala daw mararating ang mga ganitong klaseng gawain. Alam daw nya dahil naging college student din daw sya. Sukdulang umabot sa pagpapalayas sa kasama ko sa bahay nila ang parusa sa kanya ng tatay nya dahil pinipilit nitong layuan na ng kasama ko ang kilusan. Madaming klaseng pananakit ang ginawa sa kanya. Ang payat pa naman ng katawan nya pero kahit ganun ang sitwasyon, bilib ako dahil hindi nya hinayaang maging sagabal iyon sa kanyang pinaniniwalaan at ipinaglalaban.



Ang isa ko namang kasama, pastor ang tatay. Isa lang syang brat na spoiled (in other words, spoiled brat) na walang ibang alam kundi lalake at pagpapaganda. Pero napasok sya sa kilusan at nag-improve sya ng malaki. Student council ang pinagsimulan nya pero na-integrate din sa mass movement. Hanggang sa naging bahagi ng isang cadre formation. Natuwa ako sa kanya ng sobra nang magbahagi sya ng kwento sa isang discussion. Nagkaroon kasi ng ED tungkol sa capitalism and patriarchy. Kasama na din ang state apparatus tulad ng church, school at media. Naging partikular ako sa linya nyang “Parang ayoko na nung religion ko.” at “Pa’no yan, pa? Eh sosyalista ako?” Hindi ako natutuwa sa pagtatakwil nya sa religion nya (dahil for sure, hindi pagtatakwil ang tawag dun) kundi nakikita ko ang unti-unti paglago nya bilang isang sosyalista. Kung ibang tao ang magkaroon ng ganung klaseng discussion, marahil na hindi magiging ganun ang pagtanggap. Masaya ako para sa kanya. Pero mahabang paglalakbay pa rin para organisahin nya ang kanyang sariling pamilya lalo na at ito’y nabubuhay sa isang “konserbatibong” kalikasan.



Nag-usap kami ng tatay ko...ang sabi nya, masama daw ang adbokasiyang meron ako. Sabi nya, dapat ang focus ko lang ay ang pag-aaral at ang goal kong yumaman. Nag-iisip naman daw ako kaya dapat alam ko yung mga ganung bagay. Yung nanay ko naman, ang sabi nya, hindi ka pwedeng mabuhay ng walang pera. Kaya daw ako nag-aaral para yumaman. Kaya daw ako nag-aaral para kumita...





Bakit ganun ang mga magulang? Parang nagiging magkakamukha na sila. Nagiging mukhang pera. Totoong hindi tayo nag-aaral lang para sumali sa kung ano-anong organisasyon ngunit kung ikaw ay natututo na, marahil may mga pagkakataong dapat mong isabuhay ang mga nalalaman mo. Kung alam mong may mali, bakit mo ito ipagpapatuloy? Kung totoong matalino ka, dapat tumulong kang basagin ang mali at tumulong upang ito ay hindi na magpatuloy.



Hindi natin masisisi ang mga magulang kung bakit sila masyadong nag-iisip na ang kinabukasan=pera. Ang mundong ito ay nakubkob na ng mapanupil na kapitalistang sistema. Ang mga magulang, sa isang banda, ay nagiging kapitalista na din. Sa mata ng isang kapitalista, lahat ng bagay ay nkikita nyang kapital. Ang nanay ko, pinag-aaral ako para pag nakatapos ako, makapagtrabaho ako at yumaman. Ganun din marahil ang tingin ng marami pang magulang.



Habang sinasabi sakin ng tatay kong “matalino ka naman kaya dapat alam mong walang patutunguhan ang ganyang klaseng gawain.” Gusto ko syang sagutin ng “alam kong may talino ako kaya alam kong hindi ito basta walang patutunguhan.” Syempre, sa halip na sabihin ko iyon, “opo” na lang ang naisagot ko. Gusto nya pa (nakakatawa) iangat ang aming pangalan. Nakakirita sa pandinig ung mga naririnig ko sa kanya dahil sobrang taliwas kami ng gustong mangyari. Ano bang sense ng mga gusto nyang mangyari? Hindi ko kasi Makita. Yung nanay ko naman, sabi nya “tanga ka ba?! Kaya ka nag-aaral para magkapera.” Pero sinagot ko sya ng “nag-aaral ako para matuto higit sa kung ano pa man.” Hindi ko daw kayang mabuhay ng walang pera at hinamon pa ako “sige nga, subukan mo ang isang araw na walang pera...hindi mo yun kaya.” Sagot ko, “siguro nga sa ngayon, hindi ka talaga mabubuhay ng walang pera. Bakit? Kung lahat ng bagay sa mundong ito ay pinapaandar ng kapitalismo, magiging ganyan nga ang buhay. Kung lahat ng tao ay iisiping pera ang nagpapagalaw ng mundo, marahil magiging ganun nga. Pero hangga’t hindi natatapos ang siklo ng baluktot na pag-iisip kung saan pera ang bida, walang bagong mangyayari. Hindi ko kailangang yumaman. At bakit ko yun gugustuhin? Dahil all these times, mahirap ako kaya kailangan yumaman din ako? Para saan? Para makapang-abuso?”



Gusto kong mabago ang pag-iisip ng mga tao. Mahirap gawin yun dahil sa sarili ko ngang mga magulang, hirap na akong gawin. Pero isang malaking salik ang mga magulang bakit din umiinog ang ganitong klaseng sistema. Itinutulak nila ang kanilang sariling mga anak upang maging bahagi ng proletarianisasyon. Ibinibenta sa mga kapitalista ang mga anak upang payamanin ang mga kapitalista at para kahit papano’y maging kabahagi ng kita nito. Hindi nila naiisip na lalo nilang pinapapanalo ang kapitalismo.



Hindi natin sila masisisi. Mahaba pa ang landas na tatahakin ng mga sosyalista lalo na ng mga sosyalistang kabataan upang maipanalo ang ibinabandilang “Sosyalismo alternatibo!”. Isa itong malaking hamon para sating lahat na sana’y maging inspirasyon pa upang ipagpatuloy ang ating tinatahak na daan.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Battle for Thailand (by Walden Bello)

Nearly a week after the event, Thailand is still stunned by the military assault on the Red-shirt encampment in the tourist center of the capital city of Bangkok on May 19. Captured Red-shirt leaders and militants are treated like POWs and the lower class Red-shirt mass base like an occupied country. No doubt about it, a state of civil war exists in this country, and civil wars are never pretty.
The last few weeks have hardened the Bangkok middle class in their view that the Red Shirts are “terrorists” in the pocket of ousted Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra, at the same time convincing the lower classes that their electoral majority counts for nothing. ”Pro-Thaksin” versus “Anti-Thaksin”: this simplified discourse actually veils what is--to borrow Mao's words--a class war with Thai characteristics.

Epic Tragedy

No doubt there will be stories told about the eight weeks of the 'Bangkok Commune.' As in all epic tragedies, truth will be entangled with myth. But of one thing there will be no doubt: that the government’s decision to order the Thai military against civilian protesters can never be justified.
The casualties of the last week are still being counted. Government sources say some 52 people were killed in the week of clashes that climaxed on May 19. Bodies are, however, still turning up, including about nine that rescue workers discovered on Friday at the massive Central World shopping mall at the Rajprasong Intersection, which was torched by protesters. The final count is likely to be much higher. One soldier, for instance, claims to have counted 25 dead bodies on May 20 as he went with his unit on a room-to-room operation to flush out suspected Red-shirt protesters in the Siam Square area.
Red-shirt sympathizers accuse the military of indiscriminate shooting, pointing to six medical personnel who were shot by high-powered rifles outside the temple Wat Pathum Wanaram, where thousands of Red-shirt supporters took refuge. A report by Thai academic Pipob Udomittipong documented in painstaking detail a military unit’s unprovoked firing at a medic’s van near the Red-shirt stronghold at Lumpini Park a few days before the May 19 assault.
While the Red Shirts count their dead, the Bangkok middle classes dwell on the 39 establishments and buildings that were burned down on May 19. The anti-Red Shirt Bangkok Post editorialized: “City residents will rebuild and prove that the collective good is a force greater than the terrorists who laid waste to our homes and businesses.”

Class War

The local and domestic media have portrayed the Red Shirts as a lower class peasant rabble from the country’s impoverished Northeast invading Bangkok . This is a distortion, claim many Red Shirts. Some estimate that the masses that made up the Red- shirt demonstrators and sympathizers during the two-month long mobilization were 70 per cent from Bangkok and its surrounding provinces, and 30 per cent from the Northeast. Those who resisted the armed assaults at the key Red-shirt fortifications and refused the Red-shirt leadership’s advice to disperse peacefully before the military operation were mainly young people from Bangkok ’s lower class districts such as Klong Toey. One cannot deny that while it may not be the classic class war that is probably only found in Marxist theoretical writings, there is a strong class element in the struggle between the Red Shirts and the Yellow Shirts that are the government’s mass base.
Taxi drivers are mainly a Red-shirt lot, and in the aftermath of May 19, they are eager to blast the government and the Bangkok rich and middle classes to anyone willing to listen. Given the way that the Red Shirts and hundreds of their lower-class sympathizers not only in Bangkok but throughout Thailand have been attacked, arrested, and imprisoned in the last week, there is no reason to doubt the words of one driver that, “When the curfew is lifted, Thailand will witness deeds that have not been seen before in this country.”
Who Ordered Whom?
Prime Minister Abhisit Vejajeva ordered the assault, but the question for many is who gave Abhisit, whom they see as responding to powerful figures within the Thai elite, the green light? The army command apparently did not favor an assault on civilians, and neither did the police, who largely favored the Red Shirts. “Prem,” say many Red Shirt partisans, referring to Gen. Prem Tinsulanonda, the most influential figure in the Royal Privy Council. Some Red Shirts may well believe that Prem, whom they see as a master of intrigue, is the villain of the piece. Some Red Shirts may well believe that Prem, whom they see as a master of intrigue, is the villain of the piece, but, according to some Thai analysts, what other Red Shirts mean by “Prem” is actually the aging King, who has been largely invisible during the two-month crisis and is said to be ailing. The monarch, whose role cannot be discussed openly in public given the country’s strict lese majeste laws, is said to be deeply against Thaksin, whom he views as having upset Thailand ’s traditional order centered on reverence for the monarchy.
This is a view that would be vehemently disputed by Anand Panyarachun, a highly respected political figure. Anand said that in his experience as prime minister twice, the King always observed the constitutional rules of the game. He only provided advice “on request” and left it up to the political players to decide what to do. 'This is what happened in May 1992, when he brought Chamlong and Suchinda [the warring leaders] together and said it would be desirable for them to do what was in the best interest of the people. He never specifies what is to be done."
Despite their differences with Anand, academics favorable to the Red Shirts share with him the impression that the King speaks in very general terms, indeed in enigmatic sentences. Said one academic: “He did not say to Abhisit: crush them. He most likely simply said, ‘You know what needs to be done.’”
Whatever was the role of the King in the recent tragedy--if indeed he had any role at all—there is now more explicit discussion on the role of the monarchy, something that used to be shrouded with vague allusions. One taxi driver, for instance, said that the Queen was “simply stupid.” He continued: “Frankly, if you ask me, the royals have become more or less irrelevant to us and our needs.” But what about the King’s 3000 rural projects, a friend asked. Did they not benefit the poor? His answer: “They have only served the interests of the cronies of the royalty.”
How did it all come to this?

Democracy and its Discontents

Perhaps a good starting point is May 1992, when the dictatorship of General Suchinda Kraprayoon gave way to a new era of democratic governance. Between 1992 and 1997, elections produced three coalitions, but these were parliamentary formations dominated by traditional party bosses and elites who delivered command votes, particularly in the rural areas, owing to their control of economic and bureaucratic sources of wealth. Little was done to addresses the social grievances of the urban and rural poor.
As parliamentary democracy lost its luster, the economy barreled along, with the Bangkok metropolitan area rapidly integrated into the global economy via financial and production networks. The 10 per cent GDP growth rate between 1985 and 1995—the highest in the world, according to the World Bank-- seemed impressive, until one discovered that it masked deepening inequalities, between Bangkok and the rest of the country, between the city and the countryside, among social classes. Between 1988 and 1994—the height of the boom that made Thailand Asia’s “fifth tiger”---the portion of household income going to the top 20 per cent of the population rose from 54 per cent to 57.5 per cent while that going to the lowest 20 per cent fell from 4.6 per cent to 4 per cent. Whereas in the 1960’s, the income of the agricultural worker was one sixth that of workers in other sectors, by the early 1990’s, it was down to one twelfth. Poverty became, as one economist said, “almost entirely a rural phenomenon.”

The IMF and the Democratic Crisis

However, the rural poor were suddenly joined in the ranks of the marginalized by almost one million Thais, a great many of them members of the urban working classes, when the bottom fell off the Thai economy during the Asian financial crisis of 1997-98. And as globalization went awry, parliamentary democracy fell into severe disrepute as Thai governments seemed powerless to protect the people they were elected to serve from the International Monetary Fund (IMF). In return for providing a $72 billion fund to pay off the country’s foreign creditors, the IMF imposed a very severe “reform” program that consisted of radically cutting expenditures, decreeing many corporations bankrupt, liberalizing foreign investment laws, and privatizing state enterprises.
When the government of Chaovalit Yongchaiyudh hesitated to adopt these measures, the IMF pressed for a change in government. The second Chuan Leekpai government complied fully with the Fund, and for the next three years Thailand had a government accountable not to the people but to a foreign institution. Not surprisingly, the government lost much of its credibility as the IMF demand-reducing measures plunged the country into recession and stagnation.

The Two Faces of Thaksin

It was at in these circumstances that Thaksin Shinawatra, a talented manager, adept political entrepreneur and an extremely effective communicator, achieved ascendancy. Though Thaksin as a businessman had benefited from globalization owing to his firm’s monopolistic position in private telecommunications, one of the economy’s most globalized sectors, he sensed that the financial crisis catalyzed popular fears about free-market globalization, smoldering resentment at the urban and rural elites that seemed to be cornering the country’s wealth, and anger at the international financial institutions. Upon becoming prime minister in 2001, Thaksin made a number of dazzling moves. He paid off the country’s IMF loan and kicked the Fund out of Thailand , initiated a universal health care system that allowed people to be treated for the equivalent of a dollar, imposed a moratorium on the payment of farmers’ debts, and created a one-million baht fund for each village that villagers could invest in whichever way they wanted.

That was the side of Thaksin that won him a mass following among the country’s poor, marginalized, and economically precarious sectors. But there was another side to Thaksin, the side that most of his urban and rural poor followers chose to ignore. A billionaire, Thaksin literally bought his political allies, constructing in the process a potent but subservient parliamentary coalition. He used his office to enhance his wealth and that of his cronies, seeming to lack an ability to distinguish the public interest from private gain.
Just as Thaksin appeared to have created the formula for a long stay in power supported by an electoral majority, he overreached. In January 2006, his family sold their controlling stake in telecoms conglomerate Shin Corporation for $1.87 billion to a Singapore government front called Temasek Holdings. Before the sale, Thaksin had made sure the Revenue Department would interpret or modify the rules to exempt him from paying taxes. This brought the enraged Bangkok middle class to the streets to demand his ouster. Feeling mortally threatened by Thaksin’s effort to redraw the landscape of Thai politics, the Thai establishment jumped onto the anti-corruption bandwagon. Unable to break Thaksin’s parliamentary majority or to achieve a critical mass on the streets to sweep him from power, the establishment, apparently with the blessing of the Palace, pushed the military to oust Thaksin in September 2006.

Coup and Continuing Crisis

Thaksin’s recalcitrant mass base, along with its own mistakes, prevented the military from restabilizing the country, causing it to sour on direct rule. When the post-coup military-sponsored regime exited, elections brought two pro-Thaksin parliamentary coalitions to power. Frustrated at the polls, the elite-middle class alliance resorted to direct action, the most infamous of which was the anti-Thaksin’s Yellow Shirts’ seizure of the new Suvarnabhumi International Airport in December 2008. At the same time, judicial measures were used to dissolve the dominant pro-Thaksin party and a combination of bribery and coercion was used to detach some of its members and get them to join a new coalition centered around the minority Democrats headed by Abhisit.
At that point Thaksin’s followers realized that only by mounting a show of force on the streets like the Yellow Shirts did could they restore their political position as the country’s majority force. Street warfare in the spring of 2009, which resulted in the embarrassing cancellation of the ASEAN Summit in Pattaya, during which some heads of state had to be evacuated by helicopter, failed to dislodge Abhisit, but it proved to be a valuable dress rehearsal of the massive Red-shirt push that began the middle of March this year.

Within an Inch of Victory?

To many observers, the Red Shirts were within an inch of victory two weeks ago, when they managed to elicit a five-point reconciliation plan from Abhisit that included the promise of a dissolution of Parliament in September and elections in November. The government says hardliners among the Reds sabotaged the agreement by demanding new conditions aimed at making key government leaders accountable for 20 plus deaths in an earlier clash that took place on April 10. The Red-shirt leadership, on the other hand, claimed that the haste with which the government took back its offer and ended negotiations showed it had been merely using the negotiations to buy time for the military crackdown, which came on May 19.
What is certain is that the surrender of the Red-shirt leadership and the repatriation of thousands of rural folk to their provinces will not end the Red-shirt challenge. According to one pro-Red-shirt academic, the disaffected military, police, and government personnel that played a prominent role in the recent mobilizations will create a potent underground network that will provide the leadership for the next phase of the struggle.
But the main push will come from the people themselves. Thailand , it is clear, will never be the same. A taxi driver summed up where things stand at this point: “The Bangkok rich think we are stupid people, who can’t be trusted with democratic choice. We know what we’re doing. So yes, they say Thaksin is corrupt. But he’s for us and he’s proven it. The Bangkok rich and middle classes see us as their enemy. If they think we’re finished, they should think again. This is not the end but the end of the beginning.”
*FPIF Columnist Walden Bello, who has just returned from Thailand , is a member of the House of Representatives of the Philippines (Akbayan! Citizens' Action Party) and author of A Siamese Tragedy: Development and Disintegration in Modern Thailand (London: Zed, 1998). He can be reached at waldenbello@yahoo.com.

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I decided to change the mood of my blogsite from being that GD to a fresh (slight) one. kahit kasi ako, nung binuksan ko, natakot din akong tingnan ng matagal. Mapang-away na naman kasi ang laman. Ayoko na kasing makipag-away. Diplomatic na ko ngayon. Cool lang. I wanted this blog to be like some sort of "fresh but still political". Ang hirap nyang gawin. Mukhang kailangan pa ng improvement dito. Pero dahil hindi ako creative at artistic, mukhang wala na syang pag-asa. hehehe

Nandito ako ngayon sa ibang lugar. I'm planning to write down my experiences here pero baka next time na lang. :)

Ayun. Nainspire lang akong mag-ayos ng blog dahil sa mga natututunan ko dito. Sana ma-maintain.

Monday, May 24, 2010

An ‘Understatement’ to the Underground Tale

The story of U.G. written by Benjamin Pimentel is just awesome. I was just on the first part of the book but I just can’t stop myself from reading it. It is mainly about the story of a legendary student leader named Edgar “Edjop” Jopson and the First Quarter Storm Generation. He was from a middle class family, an Atenista, a moderate, some sort of a rightist and the number one competitor of the radicals KM and SDK. Before he entered the ‘vanguard party’ [CPP], he was the main debater of NUSP (which was then a moderate youth group)…the counterpart of the radicals’ Gary Olivar.
His journey is not ordinary. What made his life interesting is that, you can see how he and his family exerted their greatest efforts to build the first ever self-service supermarket in the Philippines and how he crashed this down just because of his realization and the feeling that he is one with the masses.
His father, Hernan Jopson, a native from Iloilo, was a survivor of the 2nd World War. He moved to Manila practically penniless. But because of hardwork, he was able to establish a small store. That was not just an ordinary store. It surpassed all the threats of bankruptcy. The store expanded and became a supermarket because of great efforts of Hernan and his wife, Josefa. The Jopson family was then well-compensated by the supermarket. From the starting capital of 870 pesos, it boomed to half a million pesos. Because of the increasing compensation, the Jopson’s way of living started to improve, as well. They moved to an exclusive subdivison, young Jopsons [Edgar Gil and Zenaida] went to exclusive schools [Ed in Ateneo grade school and Inday in Holy Ghost College (College of Holy Spirit)], Hernan plays golf, their house with maids already, family car was a Mercedes Benz and another supermarket branch near the subdivision was built.
After three years of luxurious life, everything gradually fell down. From 870 to 500, 000. Half a million to 90, 000 pesos. First time in the store’s history, it experienced bankruptcy. The Jopson couple realized that they cannot manage to own two supermarkets at the same time. Neighbors in the subdivision were also great contributors to the bankruptcy. Neighbors always buy on credit. Because they wanted to fit in, they gave most of them credit. Jopsons had a hard time getting the neighbors’ payment. Because of this, they sold almost everything–the house, the car, etc, however, the young Jopsons continue their schooling at exclusive schools.
They had no choice. They went back to Sampaloc and managed the original store which was their sole source of income. Because the family could no longer afford to pay employees, the whole Jopson family had to work as employees to save the business. Ed and Inday helped in opening the store. After school, they worked in the store as all-around employees. At very young ages of 11 and 10, they had already experienced how to lift the whole family from the ground.
In not more than 3 years, their hardwork was paid back. The family recovered from the bankruptcy. They bought a building, new house, hired new maids, etc. However, the Jopsons couple required Ed and Inday to still work in the supermarket so they will learn the value of hardwork and perseverance.
Evidently, Edjop was part of the store-turned-supermarket ups and downs. An ordinary person who experienced what he had experienced would never give the fruit of his perseverance and hardwork up easily. But Edjop, though it was not an easy decision and to think that he was even a hands-on ‘employee’ of the store, spearheaded the formation of the labor union inside it and even lead the protest against the management which happened to be his father’s management.
I’m not yet done reading the book. But whenever I have free time, I make it a point to, at least, take a glimpse on it. The book is just so irresistable. It ignites the leftist on you. It is impossible but I still wish that all the young Filipinos will be given a chance to read this wonderful masterpice of Pimentel.
Be inspired with Edjop’s journey!


Continuing the socialist struggle!