Friday, September 22, 2006


A friend of mine will be buried tomorrow.
Last week, he was shot dead ...
Once in the head, once in the heart – and several other times in the body.

This, in broad daylight, while he was sipping morning coffee in a convenience store in Fort Bonifacio, Global City, the Philippine showcase of urban growth and modern architecture.

Not just.
I think maybe ... even arrogant.
Arrogant enough to think that anyone has a right to take another persons’ life.
Arrogant enough to know that they would not be caught.
Arrogant enough to think that that would be the end of it.

Many theories have surfaced
I, as do many others believe it to be politics ...

The Philippines, once referred to as the “showcase of democracy in Asia” has somehow re-invented (as it has many other things), democracy itself. Democracy in the Philippines has come to mean the elimination of dissent, in order that the powers that prevail may “freely” pursue any and all directions that they wish. The “freedom” to do as one pleases ...
Freedom ... therefore democracy.

A convoluted interpretation from warped minds addicted to the hallucinogenic effect of power...
There is no room in democratic space for such convolution. Democracy is not easy but it should at the very least be clear. It is no longer democracy when the majority rules because the minority died.

Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long,
has been concerned with right or left, instead of with right or wrong.
~Richard Armour~