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    When, in a drinking session, someone suddenly tells you, “your naivete is what I love the most about you” it makes you stop and think. Especially when you’ve been, of late, trying to pass yourself off to those who don’t know better as a world-wise twenty-something sophisticate, right at home in a generation that thinks cynicism is chic. So I’m naïve. I believe in being part of a struggle much bigger than yourself; daring to reach for a heaven far beyond your grasp; doing your part to assuage wounds wrought by many lifetimes of strife and knowing that it will take double that number of lifetimes to completely heal. I can look every bully in the eye and I know I will not flinch. Very few things threaten me – probably more the result of the brashness of youth than the wisdom of years. I think the best kind of job is not the job that gets you a fat paycheck or gives you generous car plan. It’s the job that makes you sleep well at night and eager to get up the next day. I love knowing that I’m working with the good guys – and drinking with them later at night. I believe that the fire in my belly can quell the butterflies in my tummy, and that my phantoms are no match for my passions. I maintain that the Left is right (but also that social justice is impossible without procedural due process). I believe in love, purely and utterly: insisting on it, finding it, keeping it, allowing yourself to be swept off your feet by the violence of its current but at the same time rocked to gentle sleep in the constancy of its embrace. I believe in the certainty and constancy of my friendships. I believe I’m fabulous and beautiful, and if you don’t agree with me, that’s because you’re wrong. I would say I believe in a Higher Being that holds everything together, and allows us to find that glint of light amidst hunger and cancer and injustice and oppression —- But then, that’s not naivete anymore. That’s faith.
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Archive for March, 2008

There’s No Business Like….

Posted by Jae on March 31, 2008

One fine day, we received a letter from MOWELFUND saying that they wanted to give a posthumous award to my lolo. Apparently (and unbeknowst to me), my lolo was one of the founding directors of MOWELFUND along with Erap, when Erap was still an actor. So off we went this Saturday afternoon.

While my Lola was busy doing this….

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…my mom and I weren’t too excited at the idea of going up the stage with Erap and Mr. Metro Gwapo so instead, we had fun taking pictures of ourselves at the marquees of the artistas at the MOWELFUND compound.

my mom and her role model, Celia Rodriguez
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not one but two…
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tito, vic and joey and aiza
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walang tulugan… adik kasi.
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my Dad was busy listening to Pilita Corales sing but we pulled him away and forced him to cooperate for this ICONIC shot…
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And now for the pics with the real artistas…..
three generations of Boots Anson-Roa fans
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napilitan lang talaga ako…..
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pero eto, ako talaga ang nagpumilit
(note the manic glint in her eye and the wary twitch in his…)
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Happy Monday, everyone. Hehe. Life is good. :)

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Dean Marvic Leonen

Posted by Jae on March 29, 2008

The class was dead silent, all eyes were watching the index cards being shuffled. All thirty or so students praying that their name wouldn’t be called. It was an ordinary recitation day at the UP College of Law.

“Miss de la Cruz!” he snapped. I choked, and then stood up. I had read all twenty cases last night, put little pink post-its on them, made marginal notes and highlights to separate the issues.

And then, the question. “Could you distinguish personal service of summons and service of summons by mail?”

WTF. That was like, the easiest question in the world right?  But for some strange, crazy, hormonal reason, I couldn’t string my answer into a decent English sentence. His face was in utter disbelief, glaring and getting redder and redder by the second.  

And then…. I cried. Really cried. Shaking-shivering-uhog-releasing kind of crying. A blathering mess, that I was. Like quivering red gulaman.

Putangina. Umupo ka na nga.”  

Yes, friends, my worst recitation experience in my entire life, and the only time I cried in front of class EVER (including kindergarten), happened when I was twenty two years old, with a college degree. It was care of Marvic Leonen.

My favorite teacher of all time. Then, still and always will. And apparently, I’ve made no secret about it.

Regular readers of this blog and my circle of friends know how I view the law, my role as a lawyer and how I situate what I do in the broader social context. I think I discussed it most clearly in this blog entry inspired by a meeting with coconut farmer-leaders. I’ve always proudly said that all these I learned from my three favorite teachers in law school: Dan Gatmaytan, Teddy Te and Marvic Leonen.  It’s one thing to say to law students to go out and make a difference and whittle down structures that oppress and alienate — that’s the stuff your standard graduation speech is made of. It’s quite another to actually say that the legal system of which you (as law student) are part, is actually one such structure that oppresses and alienates. Marvic Leonen made no bones about it:  in fact, that was the premise of his elective course Law and Society.  Critical Legal Studies.

Sometimes, I feel a little pang when I go out with my law school friends and I see how much the legal profession has paid off for them. Nice restaurants, expensive things, vacations on a whim, that sort of stuff. I guess there are times when I get envious of these accoutrements, and wish for a lifestyle that resembled theirs. I get envious when they talk of their own room and own secretary when, in my teachers-village world, Golda and I fight over internet cables and the last pandesal, I xerox my own pleadings, and have on several occasions travel on motorcycle to far flung rural areas. But like Marvic told me on one of those days approaching graduation, “It’s a life-choice, Jae. There will be many reasons for you to give up, but I hope, in the course of your journey, there will be more reasons to stay.”

The person who said that is now Dean of the UP College of Law (still the best law school in the country… hehe… can’t resist. I’m elitist that way. :p ) I really hope that he can bring back Malcolm to what it should be: a PUBLIC LAW SCHOOL cognizant of its obligation to the Filipino people, and not beholden to rich law firms who sponsor classrooms and etch their names in the stained-glass classroom windows.      

Congratulations, Dean Marvic Leonen! Good luck and God bless. :)

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Wala lang

Posted by Jae on March 26, 2008

May kilala po ako, isang babae, who could have been FINALLY happy, with a guy who was wonderful and caring and perfect and earnest and sincere, and who promised to take care of her forever. But this girl, she turned down the chance.

Most probably because she’s still holding out for Carrie Bradshaw-esque “real, rock-my-boat, consuming, can’t-live-without-you-love.” And she has this ludicrous, hare-brained, delusional idea that in this imperfect world, she’ll actually find it.

May pagka-adik lang talaga. Maluwag turnilyo. Matigas ang ulo.

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Banaue

Posted by Jae on March 23, 2008

We were supposed to simply just go straight to Isabela to do the traditional pamamanhikan with my brother’s fiancee’s family but my Mom decided that we had time to swing by Banaue and stay for the night. I was feeling disappointed at not being able to go to Cebu, and couldn’t care less about where my Mom wanted to drag us to, but one look at the Banaue Rice Terraces immediately changed my mind. The view was breathtaking.
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Sure, the Banaue Rice Terraces is considered a UNESCO heritage site and we should all be proud of that distinction, but I think another thing we should be proud of is the fact that the terraces are one of the very few ancient man-made structures constructed by free men and women. The Pyramids of Egypt, the Great Wall of China, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon — all these were created by slaves devoid of free will.

Our ancestors who created the terraces were people who believed in an idea and who saw that it could benefit them. Unlike the efficiency of slave labor where control was wielded through a whip, the construction of the terraces was probably in great parts messy, chaotic and uncoordinated. I’m sure the tribe leaders sometimes wished that they were dealing with slaves as it would make the work easier. There were probably many brawls and bickerings, not to mention loud sighs and whinings.

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But they got it done. As free men and women unbridled by chains and by whips. It probably took much longer and with a lot of rough edges, but it doesn’t matter now. Thousands of years from their creation we are still held in awe by the majesty and grandeur of the terraces and we remember that they have been built by a people proud, fierce and free.

Next stop: SAGADA! Was supposed to join my friend Danny and a bunch of people who went there for the weekend, butI have a scheduled hearing on Monday so, so much for that. I’m deadset on going to Sagada this summer, though. Beaches are SO last season. :)

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Posted by Jae on March 17, 2008

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There’s a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.” – Sarah Miles.

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Endings and Beginnings

Posted by Jae on March 16, 2008

This year I have learned the graceful art of endings. Not in a blitzkrieg of rage, but in quiet ablutions, or if you like, folding away nicely, as one does heirloom napkins, with gentleness but also with resolution. Anger entails passion, and passion in any form is a dangerous province indeed.

Goodbye is not a tango that takes two, but the reckoning of one person who’s finally had enough. That closure can be achieved by “one final conversation” is a lie; closure is achieved at 2 in the morning, alone, waiting for the familiar stab of pain in your belly that usually comes when the hurtful memories pitch their tents, and feeling none. No more.

This year, truth be told, I have been hurt more by a friend than by a lover. After the vicious words are exchanged (and I say “exchanged” and not “hurled” because I admit to dishing out my share of spiteful words) and iron-hard walls are drawn, the anger subsides and all that is left is a big gaping wound whose presence is an oddity that cannot be explained. And this year I have learned that the best way to deal with those kinds of hurt – incoherent, unexplainable — is not to curl up into a tiny ball but to work. This year, I have worked hard. This past month, I have worked harder. And in the flurry of work and activity, the wound has become a little easier to ignore.

This year I have learned to look at my shortcomings in the eye. And this year I realized that spontaneity is my charm, but it is also my weakness. Planning is key. Especially when there isn’t much time left and the margin of error is slim. This year I’ve finally decided how I want my future to look like. The clutter has to go. Disposed neatly but with finality.

And because I have learned how to end, I must now remember once more how it is to begin.

I am finding that I have reasons to want to learn how to begin again….

;)

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I put the HAG in HAGGARD…

Posted by Jae on March 13, 2008

If my planner serves me right, bago ako magchweynti-eight sa lunes, dapat ay:

1. nakapagpresent ako ng Bondoc pen at Masbate sit sa Dutch embassy;

2. nakapag-reactor sa forum on China as an emerging superpower;

3. nakapagdraft ng funding proposal;

4. nakagawa ng paper on the human rights situation chenes in the countryside;

5. nakadraft ng Comment/Opposition sa Petition for Conversion;

6. nakapagfile ng Petition for Legal Separation sa isang pro-bono case;

 7.  nakapag-attend ng writeshop sa sabado. (ayoko ng write. shop nalang. :(   hehe.)

mukha na akong image model ng stresstabs bago siya nagstresstabs. mehn. ayoko na. ayoko na. ayoko na. WAIT! joke lang. gusto ko pa. ok pa ako. nag-iinarte lang. hehe. ayos lang. steady lang. happy birthday to me.  :)

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Because He Believed A Better World Is Possible

Posted by Jae on March 12, 2008

I did not want to write about it in my blog right away. When Ka Deolito “Julie” Empas, a farmer leader from Bondoc Peninsula, was reported missing on February 19, 2008, I had wanted to believe that somehow he would still be found. I hoped against hope that he would walk into their house again, perhaps a little shaken, but for the most part, alright. My mind told me it was a vain hope. I’ve been to Bondoc Peninsula countless times and it’s a wasteland up there. Lives are cheap and justice, cheaper.

Finally, yesterday, I got word that Ka Julie’s body had finally been found. His head had been smashed, there were around four stab wounds on his body, his hands and feet were bound and his mouth gagged. All fingers point to the New People’s Army.

He was a brave man, Ka Julie. He took over the presidency of their Samahan when the former President Felizardo Benitez was also killed. Under his leadership, the Samahan forged on despite threats and harassment from the goons and the NPA. Ka Julie was on the hit list for one reason: he dared to believe that he and the farmers he represented had a right to the land they were tilling. They had a right to a better life and a better world.

Below is a copy of the privilege speech Risa Hontiveros gave in Congress two days ago. I wrote it, and so indulge me please in the belief that I can dedicate it to whoever I want to dedicate it to, if only in this blog. I dedicate it to Joseph Empas, Ka Julie’s two-year-old son. May he grow up to live in the world his father had dreamed of.

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Madame Speaker, there are three stories that need to be told and need to be heard today.

The first one is the story of Salvador “Boyet” Vale, Jr., a farmer-leader from Bgy, Royroy Batuan, Masbate leading a group of farmers petitioning for agrarian reform. On November 30, 2007, he was intercepted on his way to the farm, and was made to descend from his horse with the use of an armalite. He was forcibly dragged to a nearby house where he was tied up with heavy rope. Bound and gagged, the men took turns hitting him repeatedly with their armalites and punching him in his chest, back, shoulders and ears. After three hours of repeated abuse, he was fed two spoonfuls of rice. Before he was released, he was warned that the members of his organization should not pursue their desire to own the land that they till. The perpetrators were all known in the community as members of the New People’s Army or the NPA, the armed wing of the Communist Party of the Philippines.

Just one month later, on December 22, 2007, a recently-elected Barangay Captain and farmer-leader of Samahang Magsasaka ng Hacienda Batuan in Masbate, one Mark Anthony “Butchoy” Vale, was killed by armed men and women at Sawang Batuan around 1 in the afternoon. His desecrated corpse, seen by his wife, was a mess of slivered intestines and there was a total of three gunshot wounds on his body, and one on his head. His permit to carry firearms bore a bullet hole and was found next to his body, leading to the conclusion that the piece of paper was brought close to his head and the bullet was made to pass through it in a final act of mockery. According to his wife, Shiela, Ka Butchoy had been receiving text messages from a certain Ka Ricky, known to the community as a member of the NPA, discouraging the peasant organization from pursuing their land claims, in particular, the Petition for Leasehold filed before the Department of Agrarian Reform. It is a known fact that the landlord Rafael Resurecion, has been paying revolutionary taxes to the NPA platoon in the area.

Meanwhile, in Sito Centro, Bgy. San Vicente San Narciso, Bondoc Peninsula, Quezon, on February 19 of this year, one Deolito “Julie” Empas, a farmer leader in the Uy landholding and a duly-elected Kagawad, was abducted by armed men suspected of being members of the NPA. He was inside a small videoke bar in the barangay when armed men subdued him and tied his arms behind his back. They also went forcibly dragged him to his house where he was made to surrender his things to his captors, including his licensed firearms. According to witnesses, he was trembling and looking extremely fearful.

Julie Empas is the farmer leader who replaced Felizardo Benitez as the President of Samahan ng Magsasaka sa Sitio Centro, who, it can be recalled, was also slain by armed men affiliated with the NPA. Months before his abduction, Empas had intimated to his wife that he was being sent death threats by the NPA and the goons of the Uy family. He was abducted in the very same place that Benitez was killed.

Ito po ay tatlong kwento ng tatlong magsasaka sa lalawigan ng Quezon at Bondoc Peninsula – tatlong magsasakang namumuhay ng payak at nangangarap ng payak para sa kanilang sarili. Tatlong lider na nangahas ipaglaban ang karapatan sa lupa at ipaglaban ito sa gitna ng matinding hamon ng lipunan Dahil buo pa din ang pananalig sa sistema sa kabila ng maraming pagkabigo, tumakbo sila sa halalan sa pagnanais na lalong makatulong sa kanilang mga kasama. Si Boyet Vale at si Julie Empas ay mga nahalal na kagawad sa kanilang mga barangay sa Masbate at Quezon. Si Butchoy Vale naman ay isang Barangay Captain.

Much has been said about the plight of our farmers in the countryside. This is of course due in no small part to the fact that in June of this year, the Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Program, first set in place by RA 6657, is set to expire. Debates on its extension, as well as the possibility of inclusion of several peasant-friendly reforms, have resurfaced persistent historical problems in the peasant struggle. Onerous leaseback arrangements, farmland-as-collateral, stock distribution options – all these have figured prominently in discussions concerning the rights of our country’s farmers.

And yet, there is very little that has been said about the brazen killings, torture and abductions that are taking place in the countryside at the hands of those who profess to be defenders of the masses. In a tragic irony, these landlords-traditional elites, as they are often perceived — use the revolutionaries in order to protect their landed interests.

Sadly, this is not an isolated event, but rather, it is consistent with a pattern of peasant violence attributable to the NPA. As early as 2004, Julie Empas had already reported being the subject of continuous threats and intimidation from the NPA. Two sons of identified NPA member Bobong Becamon came into his house and told him to go with them to an undisclosed location. When Empas declined, the two men left; but Becamon soon appeared and partook of Empas’ morning meal, placing his magnum .357 beside him. He then reiterated his sons’ instructions. Empas replied that he cannot leave without any of his relatives accompanying him. The guerilla agreed and Empas hurriedly left for his brother’s house. His relatives, however, advised him not to go with Becamon and he left San Narciso that same night. The following day, several NPA militants entered his home and rummaged through his things-practically turning his house upside down, inside-out.

Ganito po ang pang-araw araw na buhay nilang magsasaka – nakasadlak sa kahirapan, kagutuman at kawalan ng lupang sarili, namumuhay pa sa takot, peligro at pangamba dulot ng pagsasanib ng masasamang pwersa laban sa kanila.

In 2003, Reymundo Tejino was killed and his death was claimed by the Maria Theresa De Leon Command of the New People’s Army. This command also accused Dioscoro Tejino of maintaining a private army and explicitly justified the attack on him and his family. In its website, the Communist Party of the Philippines claimed the attack and said that the Tejino brothers are counter-revolutionaries. The Joint Monitoring Committee of the National Democratic Front and the Government of the Republic of the Philippines has to date not acted with decisiveness on the complaint lodged by Dioscoro Tejino for murder and attempted murder. Dioscoro lives in perpetual fear for his life, but continues to fearlessly assert his rights even in the face of so many threats.

Indeed, Madame. Speaker, agrarian reform cannot take place without agrarian justice and agrarian justice cannot take place without fundamental concepts of human rights. The obligations imposed by a rights-based framework are obligations not only on the state, but also on non-state actors. Even as we join our voices in solidarity when their non-combatants are being victimized by extra-judicial killings perpetrated by the State, we will not hesitate to call them on their own human rights violations – particularly when they are leveled against the weak and the vulnerable, the very same sectors they purport to represent and defend. Sadly, for the residents of Masbate and Bondoc Peninsula, the members of the NPA look virtually indistinguishable from the landlords who routinely abuse and take advantage of them.

As we continue to press for a new and reform-oriented Agrarian Reform law this year, so too does AKBAYAN seek to remove the silence cloaking an issue that remains invisible where peasant rights are spoken of. There can be no social justice in a field of dead bodies.

We fight for their right to land. We fight for their right to life.

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Micro Acts of Defiance and Why They Feel so Damn Good

Posted by Jae on March 10, 2008

Dear Mikey,

You don’t know squat about me. You probably won’t care to know squat about me. We crossed each other today at the metal detector walkway at the House of Representatives today, as we were going in opposite directions. I’m sure you’ll go to bed tonight having completely forgotten about me and get on with the rest of your life (which consists of session hall hooliganism and shoddy movie-acting) without me so much as having made a blip on your radar.

I just want to say today, for the record, that I gained immense satisfaction from the fact that upon seeing you at the other side of the metal detector machine I quickened my pace to get to it first, thus forcing you to lose balance a little as you step aside and earning me dark glares from at least one of your bodyguards.

Damn, Mikey, that felt GOOD. Kind of like… taking one for the team. (Well, not quite. But almost. :) )

You were quite the gentleman though, I must admit. Just coughing a bit and making way for me. For that I wish you one movie in your lifetime that doesn’t flop.

Love, Jae

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Bargain Tickets

Posted by Jae on March 9, 2008

For sale: two round trip tickets to Cebu on March 18-22 (Holy Week). P4,000.00 for BOTH tickets. All taxes included. You can’t get any lower than this considering how airline ticket prices get really outrageous on Holy Week.

Don’t inquire via the comment box. Email me at jae_fever@yahoo.com.

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