I wrote about him in a previous post entitled “Cry the Beloved Countryside”. He was one of my farmer-clients from Bondoc Peninsula , the victims of harassment by landlords bent on making life hard for those who dare struggle for agrarian reform. They threatened him at gunpoint, they made him execute an affidavit against us. On our scheduled hearing next week, they were supposed to make him the next witness to take the stand.
“Supposed to”. It’s not going to happen anymore.
For Edong is back. In tears, shaking in fear, worried like hell about his wife and children in Bondoc Pen. But back, nonetheless. I spoke to him a few hours ago.
I pressed him for answers, struggling to make my mind understand. “Hindi ko kayang tanggapin mga kasinungalingan nila,” was all he could say. He who has a four-month old infant that could well be used to justify pragmatism, struggles in his mind with larger-than-life notions of good and evil, right and wrong. And more than that, he puts his money where his mouth is.
Mabuhay ka, Edong. You are the reason we continue doing what we are doing.