"Subversive Lives'

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

I am sure many reviews, reflections, analyses and comments will be written about this book. It will be dissected, critiqued and deconstructed. If reading is one of your preoccupations this super hot summer, “Subversive Lives: A Family Memoir of the Marcos Years” (Anvil, 2012) should be on your list. It is, you bet, better than fiction.

A book like “Subversive Lives” comes in a rare while. Or, I should say, it is a book like no other that I have read. It is a family memoir, big on family, yes, but it is also about the lives of individuals who happen to have come from the same womb and been cradled by the same arms. But these separate lives with a common origin had an uncommon almost-common direction—the protracted communist revolution—to which they were drawn separately and for which they poured out much of the substance of their young lives. And—let me promptly add—from which they would later turn away, one by one, upon reaching the crossroads.

“Subversive Lives” is a compilation of autobiographical pieces by and about the Quimpo family mainly during—but also before and after—the martial law years under the Marcos dictatorship. The stories are packed with colorful details and drama—triumphs and tragedies, love and loss, awakenings and disillusions.

The Quimpo siblings, 10 of them, are the story weavers. Although two brothers lost their lives during those dreadful years, they come alive through their letters and the recollections of their siblings, friends and comrades. Susan and Nathan are the main authors of “Subversive Lives,” but the book also contains pieces written by the rest of the brood. Through their stories, the essence of family stands out.

Here are the Quimpos in chronological order: Elizabeth (Lys) Q. Bulatao, Norman F. Quimpo, Emilie Mae Q. Wickett, Catherine (Caren) Q. Castaneda, Lillian F. Quimpo, Nathan Gilbert (Sonny) F. Quimpo, Ronald Jan F. Quimpo (+), David Ryan F. Quimpo, Ishmael (Jun) F. Quimpo Jr. (+), and Susan F. Quimpo.

Vicente L. Rafael, professor of history at University of Washington, said in the Foreword, “Radiant Hope, Dark Despair”: “Written as a family history, ‘Subversive Lives’ furnishes us with powerful testimonies on the era of Ferdinand Marcos and Jose Maria Sison, along with narratives on the vicissitudes of the revolutionary movement. Each Quimpo sibling bears witness to the events they and others (helped) so much to shape.

“From aborted attempts to smuggle weapons for the NPA to heady times organizing ‘spontaneous uprisings’ and general strikes in Mindanao, from the cruel discovery of the cause of one brother’s death at the hands of a kasama (comrade) to the near hallucinatory tales of imprisonment and torture at the hands of the military, these stories remind us of the personal costs and the daily heroism of those who joined the movement.

“But they also bring forth its messy and unresolved legacies; of sons alienated from their father; daughters abused and victimized by the military and deluded by a religious cult; brothers lost to the war; friends betrayed, comrades purged, and revolutionary affection soured and then destroyed by intractable ideological differences. Such stories are much less about an unfinished revolution as they are about an inconclusive one.

“To read these accounts, each so rich and distinctive in its tone, is to hear the rhythm of the revolution.”

How this book came about is a story in itself, as recounted in the Preface. How the siblings pulled it off was indeed a feat.

I began reading the book from the end and by examining the pictures. I couldn’t wait to find out what had become of the Quimpos. The last chapter, “Aftermath” has each of the eight surviving siblings reflecting on the hills and valleys of their past lives and on the present landscape where they dwell. One of them, a former Opus Dei numerary, provides an interesting finis to her own rocky journey.

“One by one, the siblings dropped out of the revolution. Those who tried to see it through, despite the CPP-NDF’s continued misreading of political events in the mid-1980s, were finally forced out in bitter recrimination, in the midst of a Party split that effectively ended the revolution. In Februrary 2009, on the island of Siquijor, the Quimpo family held a reunion. The last time the family was complete was in the late 1960s prior to Lys’ leaving for the US for graduate studies.

“The Siquijor reunion brought together the surviving eight siblings, their spouses, their children and two grandchildren from four continents. For the Quimpos, the revolution was a memory that evoked mixed feelings. Each one reflected and wrote a brief account of how things unfolded in their lives, and what has remained with them of the revolution.”

Now back to the Preface: “At the Bantayog ng mga Bayani we have scrutinized the names… on the Wall of Remembrance, checking ourselves when we see familiar names and remembering what little we knew of their stories… After the failed revolution and its price in fragmented lives, here stands a Wall with the names of young heroes and martyrs who were among the best and truest of their generation…

“So we hope our family memories serve to commemorate a generation of kasama, who, out of unfettered love for the country and its people, gave all they had.”

“Subversive Lives” is more than just a page turner. The stories in the book are not mere historical vignettes, or footnotes to a revolution. They give the nationalist struggle a human face and heart—and more. Historians, social and behavioral scientists, political analysts, freedom fighters, ideologues and revolutionaries will find in the book something that would speak profoundly to them. #

Goldman prize for anti-mining priest

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

HE AND Mangyan leaders put their lives on the line and went on a hunger strike in 2009 to protest mining operations in Mindoro. I saw this for myself and wrote about their do-or-die move. Their sacrifices paid off.

Filipino Catholic priest Fr. Edwin “Edu” Gariguez, 49, was one of the six recipients of the 2012 Goldman Environmental Prize awarded last April 16 in San Francisco. These green heroes’ collective efforts are indeed crucial to the survival of our common home, Earth. In distant places out there, as well as here, individuals without much wealth and lofty positions can make crucial changes. Here are the “fearless emerging leaders working against all odds to protect the environment and their communities.”

Edwin Gariguez, Philippines. This Catholic priest is leading a grassroots movement against large-scale nickel mining to protect Mindoro island’s biodiversity and its indigenous people.

Ma Jun, China. He is working with corporations to clean up their practices with an online database and digital map that shows Chinese citizens which factories are violating environmental regulations in their country. (I had written a front-page story on him in 2009 when he came to receive the Ramon Magsaysay Award.)

Ikal Angelei, Kenya. Risking her life, she is fighting the construction of the massive Gibe 3 Dam that would block access to water for indigenous communities around Lake Turkana.

Evgenia Chirikova, Russia. Challenging rampant political corruption, Chirikova is mobilizing her fellow Russian citizens to demand the rerouting of a highway that would bisect Khimki Forest, Moscow’s “green lungs.”

Caroline Cannon, USA. She is bringing the voice and perspective of her Inupiat community in Point Hope to the battle to keep Arctic waters safe from offshore oil and gas drilling.

Sofia Gatica, Argentina. A mother whose infant child died as a result of pesticide poisoning, Gatica is organizing local women to stop indiscriminate spraying of toxic agrochemicals in neighboring soy fields.

The prize includes a whopping $150,000 for each one of them with “no strings attached.” Established by philanthropist couple Richard and Rhoda Goldman in 1990, the prize is the first and largest award in the world for grass-roots environmentalists who often work at great personal risk.

The Philippines’ own green hero is the pastor of the Catholic Church’s Mangyan Mission in Mindoro and now executive secretary of the National Secretariat for Social Action, Justice and Peace. Born in Quezon province, Gariguez has been working in Mindoro for decades. He cofounded Alliance Against Mining (Alamin), a coalition of Mindoro residents, civil society groups, church leaders and indigenous peoples who oppose mining on the island.

Uniting thousands of Mangyans, farmers and even political leaders, Gariguez and Alamin led protests that led to the island-wide moratorium that stopped Norwegian mining company Intex from operating. The company had proposed an open-pit nickel mine close to a biodiversity area and within Mangyan ancestral domain. It was within the watershed that feeds the island’s four major rivers that provide drinking water and irrigation.

The priest even went to Norway to address parliamentarians and Intex shareholders. That was a watershed moment. A Norwegian group helped Gariguez file a complaint with the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development.

Gariguez’s continuing advocacy and leadership to protect the environment and the indigenous communities are inextricably woven into the essence of his priesthood. Gariguez said: “I do this because of my faith. When I try to bring about change, I do it in fidelity to the social teachings of the Church in a way that is responsive to the challenges of the times, including poverty, mining and corruption. Through our work on Mindoro, we are not trying to impose our faith on others, but are trying to be credible witnesses on how to bring about social change.”

A long Q & A with Gariguez is in the April-May 2012 issue of World Mission Magazine (a very well-edited church magazine, I must say) whose cover story is on harmful mining. Editor Fr. Jose Rebelo writes: “The Philippines is ‘one of the world’s most highly mineralized countries,’ says a US Department of State report. Its estimated untapped mineral wealth is worth more than $840 billion—in copper, gold and chromate deposits; other available minerals include nickel, silver, coal, gypsum, sulfur, clay, limestone, marble, silica, and phosphate, according to the same report. This is one of the reasons mining has become a very hot issue.”

Gariguez and Alamin are in dialogue with government officials and in the process of finalizing the Alternative Mineral Management bill which provides for safer and more just alternatives. “The passage of the bill,” Gariguez says, “would be a landmark bill for all mining regions throughout the Philippines. We are not asking for a complete ban on mining altogether; we are making sure we do not sacrifice the rights of the indigenous people and the environment…”

In his prize acceptance speech, Gariguez paid tribute to the Mangyans: “I was taught by the Mangyans to care for the earth. For them nature is likened to a womb that sustains us with life. One of the leaders is Badang, a Mangyan woman who went on hunger strike with me. She was ready to die to save the watershed threatened by mining. For her, once the forest is destroyed, we too will perish. She helped me understand that what is at stake in the campaign is the survival of our planet, of which we are merely a part.”

To you, too, Badang, hugs and congratulations.

Boracay Ati home at last

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

Around this time last year, I spoke with Delsa Supitran Justo, Ati leader from Boracay. Her people, she told me, were being barred from occupying their ancestral land in the so-called island paradise (not anymore, if you ask me) that was their ancestors’ home since the dawn of time. I wrote a piece titled “Boracay Ati barred from ancestral domain.” She said in the language I could understand: “Panginmatyan namon ini kay amon ini.” (We will lay down our lives for this land because it is ours.)

Questions I asked then: Why are the Ati who have lived in Boracay long before the paradisiacal island became world-famous, being barred from occupying a piece of land that the government turned over to their community on Feb. 11, 2011, by virtue of a Certificate of Ancestral Domain Title made possible by the Indigenous Peoples Republic Act?

Why can’t an indigenous community of 46 families whose ancestors called the island their home long, long before the island became a tourist haven, occupy a tiny 2.1-hectare area that has been designated as their home?

Why does the area called Dead Forest, which has been declared inalienable and officially declared to be the ancestral domain of the Ati, have non-Ati claimants who do not want to let go?

Playing in my mind then were thoughts that Boracay, the party island that never sleeps, would be cursed—yes, cursed—and fall into disrepute if the Ati, who nurtured the island for generations before developers crashed in, would be barred from their homeland.

The good news is that last Tuesday, the Ati dared to occupy the two-hectare land that was meant for them. Two days before then, I received a call from Assisi Foundation president Ben Abadiano (2004 Ramon Magsaysay Awardee for the work he has done for indigenous communities) who told me that it was do or die for the Ati, and that he was flying to Boracay to accompany them. I also learned that Inquirer Visayas reporter Nestor P. Burgos Jr. would be there.

On Wednesday, the Inquirer came out with the good news (“Ati tribe occupies land in Boracay”). Burgos wrote: “Before the sun rose on Tuesday, the Ati tribe of Boracay Island occupied the land titled to their community in what they hope would be the end to decades of struggle to have a home in the world-famous resort.

“At least 60 tribe members, along with nuns and other supporters, prayed the rosary as they marched for more than a kilometer along the white beach from their community in Barangay Balabag to the 2.1-hectare lot in Barangay Manoc-Manoc awarded to them by the National Commission on Indigenous Peoples.”

With the news report was a big color photo of Boracay parish priest Fr. Magloire Placer celebrating Mass and surrounded by the Ati and their supporters. He said: “If we can open Boracay to foreign tourists and investors, why can’t we give land to the earliest settlers of the island?”

Last week, Catholic Archbishop Sergio Utleg, chair of the Episcopal Commission on Indigenous Peoples, issued a hopeful statement that the Ati of Boracay would soon occupy their ancestral domain which is a tiny 2.1 hectares of the 1,032-hectare island. Utleg called on the government to support the Ati because non-Ati claimants were continuing to harass and intimidate them.

Bishop Broderick Pabillo, national director of the National Secretariat for Social Action, Justice and Peace of the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of the Philippines, also issued a statement of support. He said: “The social doctrine of the Church reminds us that the goods of the earth were created by God to be used wisely by all. They must be shared equitably, in accordance with justice and charity. The Church stands for the rights of the weak and the marginalized.

“While there is the continuous influx of tourists in the beautiful white sand beaches of Boracay that sustains the economic initiatives of business people, let us not forget that before the onset of these enterprises were the Ati, the indigenous people of this island. It is the recognition and promotion of their uniqueness as a people that will bring forth beauty in diversity in the island.”

They are called Ati in the Visayas, while their counterparts in Luzon are called Aeta, curly-haired, shorter and slightly darker versions of our mainly Malay-Chinese-Hispanic selves. They are said to be the original aborigines of our islands; they were here when time began, so to speak, before the Malay, Chinese and Spanish arrivals. But I leave this subject to the anthropologists and historians.

President Aquino and Interior Secretary Jesse Robredo reportedly met a few days ago on the issue and the latter has been tasked to implement the writ of possession through the NCIP.

The 21st-century reality is that the Ati/Aeta and other indigenous peoples in the Philippines who, in the past, were marginalized, discriminated against, oppressed and belittled, should now be able to invoke their rights that have been written into the Constitution—among them, their right to remain in and protect their ancestral domains. Making this happen has not been easy on the part of the IPs.

I’ve visited Boracay only twice—in 1991 when it was still Robinson Crusoe country, with no electricity, and in 2007 when a cousin treated a bunch of us to a three-day stay at Fairways and Bluewater (resort and golf course), which had a quiet cove and beach at the back. One trip to the Boracay “downtown” mall was enough for me and I promptly fled back to the deserted beach where the water was clear, to be with the tiny fishes that frolicked around my feet.

To Ati brave Justa, here are assuring words from Kalinga brave Macliing Dulang: “Only the race owns the land because the race lives forever.” Kabay pa. (May it be.)

Titanic: "A night to remember"

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

When we were kids and there were good movies showing in the city, our parents would take us to watch these movies with them and they would explain to us what these were all about, after or even during the showing. We got a good dose of historical movies—World War II, gladiator and Bible movies mostly. One of the movies that still sticks in my mind is “A Night to Remember,” which was about the sinking of the Titanic while on its maiden voyage from Southampton, England to New York. The movie was in glorious black and white.

In a day or so, it will be the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. It sank on April 14-15, 1912, somewhere in the North Atlantic and it wasn’t until the 1990s that its remains were found and explored with the use of high-tech instruments. Discovery Channel will soon be showing a documentary on the Titanic’s discovery with no less than “Titanic” (1997) movie director James Cameron’s new underwater clips of the great wonder resting in the deep. A Titanic experience in Belfast (where the ship was built) is now a sold-out tourist attraction.

Some years ago, director Cameron did something similar, the “James Cameron’s Expedition: Bismarck,” a two-hour documentary on the deep-sea expedition to find the sunken dreaded World War II ship that was the “embodiment of Hitler’s huge ego.” I watched it and was so moved I later wrote a column piece on it. Yes, when I was a kid I also got to watch the war movie “Sink the Bismarck!” (Churchill’s immortal words).

What I distinctly remember of “A Night to Remember” (even before watching portions of it on YouTube) was someone playing the violin even while the luxury ship, with 2,200 on board, was sinking. And the brave captain. I remember my dad whispering with certainty in the darkened movie house that the captain will go down with the ship, that that is how it is. Well, it’s not that way anymore these days. Ship captains are sometimes the first to abandon ship.

On YouTube I searched for that violin scene that stuck to my childhood memory and I found not one violinist playing but several musicians playing different instruments—a violin, a cello, flutes-while the passengers were jumping into lifeboats or leaping straight into the icy waters. Maybe I should watch the whole thing again, because what I remember is the captain, alone in his den, playing the violin in the last moments. Or did my wild imagination create its own cinematic scene?

A book on movie reviews that I often consult gives “A Night to Remember” the highest five stars. The write-up: “Engrossing, brilliantly directed docudrama detailing the sinking of the luxury liner Titanic. Distinguished British cast underplays admirably, creating tight suspense even though the outcome is never in doubt. Based on the best-seller by Walter Lord.” The cast includes Kenneth More, David MacCallum, Laurence Naismith, Honor Blackman, Jill Dixon and Alec McCowen. It was directed by Roy Ward Baker.

So you see, before the 1997 blockbuster “Titanic” starring Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet and with the Celine Dion soundtrack, there was “A Night to Remember.”

Without Lord’s bestselling book which was published in 1955, the movies on that tragic night at sea might have been mostly fiction and with few true-to-life accounts. Lord’s book was based on his interviews with 63 (of the 705 survivors). The book also lists the crew and passengers in their respective decks. It is said that there were more survivors from the higher decks (first class) than from the lower decks.

What did the band players really play while the ship was going down? Lord writes: “The legend is, of course, that the band went down playing ’Nearer my God to Thee.’ Many survivors still insist this was so, and there is no reason to doubt their sincerity. Others maintain the band played only ragtime. One man says he clearly remembers the band in its last moments, and they were not playing at all. In this maze of conflicting evidence, Junior Wireless Operator Harold Bride’s story somehow stands out. He was a trained observer, meticulously accurate, and on board to the last. He clearly recalled that, as the Boat Deck dipped under, the band was playing the Episcopal hymn ‘Autumn.’”

In “A Night to Remember” the band plays “Nearer My God to Thee,” but not the familiar tune we hear in funerals. In the movie, survivors on lifeboats hearkened to the music as they sailed away and waited for rescue to come. It was a heart-tugging moment.

In his book’s intro, Lord describes the Titanic’s last moments:

“From the boats, people could be seen clinging to the Titanic like little swarms of bees. The great and the unknown tumbled together in a writhing heap as the bow plunged deeper and the stern rose higher. The strains of ‘Autumn’ were buried in a jumble of falling musicians and instruments. The lights went out, flashed on again, went out for good. A single kerosene lantern flickered high in the after mast.

“The Titanic was now perpendicular, her three dripping propellers glistening even in the darkness. Out in the boats, they could hardly believe their eyes. For over two hours they had watched, hoping against hope, as the Titanic sank lower and lower. When the water reached her red and green running lights, they knew the end was near… but nobody dreamed it would be like this—the unearthly din, the black hull hanging at 90 degrees, the Christmas card backdrop of brilliant stars.”

Ah, that “backdrop of brilliant stars.” Okay, now up the volume of “My Heart Will Go On.” Eat your popcorn, it is 2012 and you can go on watching—in black and white or in technicolor?

'When the fall is imminent'

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

Last week’s by-elections saw Burmese opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi winning a seat by a landslide and her party winning 43 of the 44 parliament seats up for grabs in her country. It’s still a long way for her but she could run for president in 2015.

The piece below was written in October 2007 after my interview with Catholic Burmese nuns who were studying here at that time. It was going to be published “when the fall is imminent.”

When I wrote this, Buddhist monks in Burma (Myanmar) were leading protests against the repressive military regime. Many people lost their lives. Despite the bloodshed, the world hoped that the China-backed military junta in power would crumble. Alas, it did not happen and freedom icon and 1991 Nobel Peace laureate Suu Kyi was back in house detention.


The piece did not see the light of day.

Almost five years have passed and things changed—inexorably. This could be the result of international economic sanctions against Burma. Suu Kyi was freed in 2010 and, later, thousands of political prisoners were released en masse.

Here is my 2007 piece. As per advice, I still have to withhold real names. You never know…

October 2007—Come out with the story only when the fall of the military junta in Burma is imminent. This was the plea of the three Catholic Burmese nuns, all belonging to an international religious order, who are studying in Manila.

Such was their fear for their lives and their compatriots’ here in the Philippines that they agreed to be interviewed about repression and the precarious current political situation in their homeland on condition that the story be embargoed until…

The time has come and now they could come out and speak openly. The fall is imminent and change is inexorable. (This didn’t happen. —CPD)

“Freedom!” The three nuns chorused when asked on Oct. 2 (2007) what their hope for Burma was. At that time, they did not want their names to be used and their congregation identified. They were not sure about the outcome of the escalating protests that saw tens of thousands of Buddhist monks joining street protests against the China-backed military junta that has ruled Burma for many years.

Sister Ann, 40, who is studying Theology at the Institute of Formation and Religious studies, said: “I hope the people succeed this time. But we need help from other countries.”

Sister Nancy, 38, a masteral student of Religious and Values Education in De La Salle University, worried that the current protests might end up like the 1988 student uprising that failed to change the repressive order.

Sister Olive, 37, who is studying Computer Technology at De La Salle University, shared the same worry but was hopeful things will succeed this time. “The 1988 national uprising did not succeed but this time I hope it will,” she said. “There are not as many killings this time.”

But still the nuns worried that if the protests do not succeed, those who have exposed themselves as protestors or dissidents will be punished. Students abroad who are known to have instigated protests would be punished when they go home, if they could go home.

“There are agents who, I think, are spying on us here,” one of the nuns said. She recalled noticing the strange behavior of some persons during gatherings of Burmese nationals here.

There have been other strange happenings, like e-mailed letters from the Philippines not getting delivered, and not receiving e-mail from home. As of early October, Internet connection had been cut off. They have not been able to phone home for several days.

In Burma, computer techie Sister Olive said, e-mail is restricted. “Our e-mails are checked and we have to submit our passwords. The telephone is monitored.”

“The military is very cunning,” Sister Nancy added. Sister Olive explained that the ordinary soldiers could just be following orders. “They are working out of fear, not out of love. How I wish the Buddhist monks could talk to the ordinary soldiers.”

Being in the minority, the Christian churches have not come out as openly as the Buddhist monks, the nuns explained. “The majority of the Burmese people are Theravada Buddhists. Muslims comprise 4 percent and Christians 5 percent. Of the Christians, only 1 percent are Catholics.”

The three nuns have been studying in the Philippines for four years. They left Burma as missionaries, but doing further studies was the real intent of their coming to the Philippines. They have all been Christians since birth.

“We are studying here for the people of Myanmar,” Sister Nancy declared. While here, the three nuns wear simple ordinary clothes and a crucifix like their Filipino counterparts. When they go home they will have to wear the religious veil.

There are hundreds of Burmese students in the Philippines, a good number of them from the religious sector. Their Filipino professors have been extremely good, the nuns all agreed, and have always gone out of their way to help them.

“We’ve been trained to respect our elders, sometimes a little too much,” Sister Olive said. “I still carry that trait and oftentimes I have to pull myself back because my classmates might think I’m trying to be close to my teachers.”

Nobel laureate Suu Kyi, the leader who was supposed to have won the elections and who has been under house arrest for most of 20 years, is the nuns’ heroine.

“Many are losing hope,” Sister Nancy lamented. “Many are looking to the monks for hope.” Communication and transportation are difficult. Motorcycles are banned in some parts because the government fears that the motorcycle riders might be carrying firearms or explosives.

And what have they learned during their stay here? Leadership, freedom, not to feel afraid, they answered.

On Corona's claims of ATeneo honors

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

Did he lie? Did he misrepresent? Was he negligent?

The Internet is abuzz with expressions of shock and disgust coming mostly from some graduates of the Ateneo de Manila University, alma mater of Chief Justice Renato C. Corona who is going through an impeachment trial.

“Corona lied about academic honors!” by Riziel Ann Cabreros is about Corona’s claims, as shown in his resumé, that he graduated with high honors from Ateneo grade school, high school, college and law school. But record checks proved otherwise. (Writer Cabreros works with ANC as a segment producer of “Pipol” and as a news writer. She is a researcher for journalist Marites Dañguilan Vitug’s upcoming book on the Supreme Court, a much-awaited one, I must say.)

Cabreros asked: “Did Chief Justice Renato Corona embellish his academic achievements brandished on the website of the Supreme Court before it was altered just a few days ago? Given some inconsistencies with records seen by Rappler, he might have been, at the very least, negligent or had allowed false claims to be made about him. At the most, he himself could have misrepresented his own achievements.” (Rappler is an online news network.)

Cabreros wrote that in the resumé that Corona submitted to Malacañang in 1992, when he was assistant executive secretary for legal affairs of then President Fidel V. Ramos, he claimed that he finished grade school to law school in the Ateneo with honors. He made the same claims on the Supreme Court website as of March 9, 2012, Cabreros added.

Here were Corona’s claims in his resumé: That he earned his Bachelor of Laws degree “with honors as no. 5 in the class of 44 members.” That he finished his Bachelor of Arts course “with academic honors.” That he graduated from high school with “silver medal graduation honors,” and from grade school with “gold medal graduation honors.”

Cabreros declared: “Our investigation shows these are not true.” I could only mutter: “Patay kang bata ka!”

Outside of the grave charges against Corona at the impeachment trial, there have been other questions festering in the moonlight, foremost among them Corona’s midnight appointment by then outgoing President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo (now in detention for a string of alleged nonbailable offenses), his fitness and credibility as Chief Justice, etc. Even the doctorate degree conferred upon him by the University of Santo Tomas was under a cloud of doubt because of waived requirements. Recent university students’ surveys on Corona, though pooh-poohed by his defenders, show poor ratings.

Now another school-related tempest is upon him. After reading Cabreros’ news report, Rene Santayana, Corona’s schoolmate at the Ateneo, wrote: “The point is … why lie about it? There are more than a hundred of us classmates—surely a large number will recall what really transpired in school? What a blatant display of arrogance and contempt! This I take personally because it touches me and it violates whatever small personal unsullied space I can still cling to in this life. I cannot stand idly by and allow myself to be made complicit in this.”

Cabreros cited Vitug’s book “Shadow of Doubt” (2010) where the latter wrote that university records “don’t reflect” Corona’s claims in his profile posted on the Supreme Court website.

Here are some info that Cabreros discovered and wrote about:

A college commencement program, dated April 19, 1970, indicates Corona graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree. Corona is nowhere in the college honors list, contrary to what is in his resumé and on the Supreme Court website. Supreme Court Justice Antonio T. Carpio and the late activists Edgar M. Jopson and Emmanuel F. Lacaba were among his batchmates in college. Jopson was the valedictorian of Corona’s high school batch.

Corona is not on the list of high school honor awardees. Corona graduated from Ateneo’s high school department on April 30, 1966 and was awarded a silver medal under the category of “Activity Awards.” This was for his involvement in the Science Club. But he was not on the elite list of those who graduated with honors, contrary to claims in his resumé and the Supreme Court website.

Corona graduated from grade school on March 22, 1962 with an “Honorable Mention” and not a “gold medal” as claimed in the Supreme Court website. His gold medal was for an “Academic Contest Award” in spelling (Filipino).

The new Supreme Court website says: “Chief Justice Corona had a sterling record as a student. He graduated with gold medal honors from the Ateneo de Manila grade school in 1962 and high school in 1966. He obtained his Bachelor of Arts degree, also with honors, from the Ateneo de Manila University in 1970. He was appointed by then President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo in 2010.”

Cabreros said that Corona claimed, too, in his resumé that he earned his Bachelor of Laws degree “with honors as no. 5 in the class of 44 members.” There were 44 students in his batch.

Cabreros disputed this and wrote: “According to the law school’s commencement program, he graduated on March 31, 1974 with a Bachelor of Laws degree. He graduated with no honors. It was Arturo D. Brion, now an associate justice of the Supreme Court, who graduated valedictorian with a gold medal for academic excellence. Corona is not among those listed as having graduated with honors and distinctions in law school.”

So Mr. Santayana, like you, I also am offended because, yikes, Ateneo is also my alma mater. My heart beating wildly, I went over Ateneo’s sesquicentennial coffeetable book “To Give and Not Count the Cost: Ateneans Inspiring Ateneans 1859-2009,” which contains stories about 150 Ateneans written by 150 plus Ateneans. (I wrote about my teacher Fr. Jaime Bulatao SJ.) I was relieved to not find a write-up on Corona in it. #

'Cafe au' social innovation

Philippine Daily Inquirer/OPINION/by Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

If there’s café au lait (coffee with milk), there is now what I would call café au social innovation. The latter is not a coffee drink per se but a café (excuse my French-English coinage), a place to be, a showcase of “a new generation of social entrepreneurs who aim to create businesses that leave no one behind.” Here one could, of course, also drink coffee—and more.

I was at the soft launch of The Enchanted Farm Café. I have known its beginnings, having been appraised every step of the way by Gawad Kalinga (GK) founder and moving spirit Antonio Meloto. The café has its roots in GK’s The Enchanted Farm in Angat, Bulacan which I had visited and written about last year. More on the farm and the vision later.

The Enchanted Farm Café is an “advocacy café” which showcases products sourced from and produced in the Philippines by the social enterprises in GK’s The Enchanted Farm and other partner advocacy groups and entrepreneurs “that do not leave the poor behind.” The café is located on Commonwealth Avenue in Quezon City, on the second floor of the building where GK’s fast-growing Human Nature body care products are sold.

Advocacy cafés are here to stay? There is another “advocacy café” that I had written about—Advocafé. It showcases products of indigenous peoples/communities (IPs) and staffed by IPs. My good friend Ben Abadiano, who, like Meloto, is an RM Awardee (for Emergent Leadership, 2004), put up Advocafé to support Pamulaan, a college he founded for IP students. Advocafé is on Quintos St. near Roxas Boulevard.

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Social enterprises partnering with The Enchanted Farm Café are the following:

The Enchanted Farm is a village university, the nurturing ground for social enterprises that provide “only the best for the least.” It is a place where good businesses, products, and food grow.

Bambike is a socio-ecological enterprise that makes handcrafted bamboo bicycles designed with green innovation and handmade by GK villagers. Built with locally sourced bamboo and abaca, the bikes are naturally strong and serve as a physical statement for green transportation advocacies.

Filbamboo Exponents provides high quality products in the form of food, beverages and health supplements through an integrated and holistic approach. Envisioned as a social enterprise devoted to promoting bamboo in the pursuit of health, wellness and beauty to address each individual’s needs and care for the environment, this company aims to create sustainable livelihood for rural farming communities in the Philippines.

Rags2Riches is a social business enterprise creating designer lifestyle masterpieces that embody eco-ethical style. This company partners with high-end designers to create eco-ethical fashion and home accessories out of “upcycled” scrap cloth, organic materials and indigenous fabrics. Rags2Riches gives jobs to women in poor communities.

The Golden Egg aims to grow horizontally from the Enchanted Farm platform with a vision of creating a more sustainable duck egg and meat industry. They are produced by GK families at The Enchanted Farm. The eggs shells are dyed yellow (instead of the usual toxic red) using turmeric.

Gourmet Keso is a dairy enterprise that aims to provide artisan cheeses of the finest quality. Income from sales will help GK projects. The daily products are made from milk sourced from local farmers and made by members of the GK community.

Other social enterprises are Happy Green, makers of Enchantea; Gandang Kalikasan, makers of Human Nature; Hamlet, makers of natural meat products; Cafe de Sug Sulu Coffee; Blue Bamboo Ventures; Ecoingenuity, makers of Jacinto and Lirio; Theo and Philo, the first to make truly Filipino chocolate bars; GKonomics, makers of world-class community-produced items.

The Enchanted Farm is the venue of the Center for Social Innovation (CSI). There, product ideas are hatched and tested. CSI is part of GK’s second phase: a 21-year vision with a roadmap towards a First World Philippines. CSI suggests daring and creativity. Living the CSI way is for the big of heart, not the faint of heart.

But who says one can’t have fun in a place like this?

The farm is on 14 hectares of verdant, undulating terrain. It is farm, home, village and “university” rolled into one, where people’s dreams and ideas are put to the test, made to grow and become realities.

The Enchanted Farm in Barangay Encanto in Angat, Bulacan is, as its name and location suggest, indeed a special place like no other. The farm is rapidly transforming the Angat landscape by being a sustainable community, a place of learning, creating and, most of all, sharing.

When GK quietly began in 2000 “by building communities to end poverty,” Meloto had no idea how far he and his fellow dreamers from Couples for Christ (CFC) would go. GK began as a ministry for the poor of CFC. The story of how GK grew from its small beginnings is told in Meloto’s book “The Builder of Dreams.” There are now more than 1,700 GK communities in the Philippines plus several in three Asian countries.

When SIM visited the farm, there were about a dozen young volunteers integrating and doing their chores. They came from different countries and the Philippines. Many were new graduates, others have had fruitful, high-paying careers that they gave up to work with GK.

Last May Meloto received the Nikkei Asia Award for Regional Growth. Just recently he was invited to the World Economic Forum in Davos. To thinkers, policy makers and generators of global wealth, Meloto describes how GK is “creating a hybrid of philanthropy and social business to achieve impact, scale and sustainability.” Meloto loves to say, “Mangangarap ka rin lang, bakit ka pa magtitipid?” (If you must dream, why limit yourself?)