Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Baguio must revisit its climate science commitments
I'm advocating for the planting of more PINE TREES only
llow me to clarify.
BAGUIO CENTRAL SCHOOL MEMORIES 5
Saturday, December 4, 2021
Coming of age as Martial Law was imposed in 1972
You can make the decision to vote for Leni Robredo ALL BY YOURSELF.
Hoping that CECAP keeps its film archives safe
Sunday, November 28, 2021
Elections at ANY age is always juvenile
n 1973 in Baguio Central School, we were 30 Grade 3 pupils under Homeroom Teacher Miss Basilisa O. PeƱa. There were no elections in Grades 1 and 2 yet. I think the reason is because it is only starting from Grade 3 when there was already some form of “governing” needed.
Saturday, October 9, 2021
How to protect Leni Robredo from good intentions
eni Robredo’s campaign is red-hot—or pink-hot, if you will. She is well received in many sectors because her sincerity is authentic. The outpouring of support for her candidacy is an unmistakable sign that she can unite opposition forces, both mainstream and militant, while maintaining her appeal to less-radicalized elements of society. To me, she is the more fitting allegory to Barak Obama for reasons not having to do with gender or race wars, but with well-calculated political pragmatism. Obama was black but not quite Black Panther. He did not rely on the race card, confounding many in the black community who actually accused him of not being proudly “black enough.” Obama did not panic. He cannot see black people voting for John McCain, but he saw it was viable to win some white support so long as he didn’t spook them with the black stereotype.
Leni Robredo is the antithesis of Rodrigo Duterte. But she is not naive
to think that a wholesale rejection of the traditional politics that Duterte
represents is necessarily wise. She doesn’t see the red or yellow brigades voting for Marcos, or other
Duterte proxies either. But she can certainly win over many disappointed
Duterte votes, viably even Marcos’ vaunted Solid North so long as she didn’t
channel Cory Aquino too strongly as to preemptively repulse them.
It won’t take long, when Leni starts embracing the eclectic Filipino
masses who are not all doctrinaire socialists, before you begin to hear the
radical left complain that Leni Robredo is not “opposition enough.”
So dyeing her political brand pink is a masterful stroke. It sends a strong
statement that she doesn’t intend to be purely centrist yellow or militant leftist
red.
I worry that it is not her detractors but her own supporters who may not
get it. The overeager ones, especially, may be clinging to the antiquated
dogma that to support a candidate is to
own her politics, forgetting that politics is addition, not antagonism.
I’ve observed this early in social media that some are convinced
demonizing Leni’s opponents is the way to go. Take the anti-historical
revisionists, for instance. I agree that the Marcos family are kleptocrats of
the highest order. This is a historical fact. If some people insist on remaining in denial
of it after forty-nine years of immersion in the fact, clearly reason
cannot be the reason. They could only have been part of the kleptocracy in ways
big or small. Proselytizing among their number is a total waste of time. Make
no mistake, plunder as epic in scale as the
Marcoses did it must not be erased from memory. But condemning the revision of
history is meaningless to generations
that do not know history. The campaign period is too short a time
to educate e-gaming millennials who weren’t born yet when Marcos was dictator. Remember,
one needs only to have been born after 2003 to vote.
The same goes for human rights abuses during Marcos’ time. If people
were not fazed by all that killing as they were happening, how much more will their
outrage be inflamed to be reminded about it four decades after the fact? The
atrocities deserve rich condemnation of course. But they cannot merit central
focus in a short election campaign just for the blood-curdling memories they
evoke. All the horrendous memories of the holocaust
is not preventing the reemergence of ultra rght wing fascism now sweeping across Europe. Neither
did the kumbayah legacy of the 1960s civil rights movement
prevent the rise—and now the menacing threat of a return—of a Donald Trump. The
lesson is simple. Trafficking in historical fear and nostalgic civil
disobedience did not help Hillary Clinton in the US presidential elections in
2016. It did not help Mar Roxas in the Philippine presidential election in the
same year. To think it will help Leni Robredo in 2022 is a sentimental but
foolhardy, and ultimately counterproductive repolishing of the vanished glory
of the 1986 EDSA People Power. It is what it is.
There’s no denying that right now the bulk of Leni’s supporters are
middle-class to upper middle class. It
is the most socially and economically upward-mobile class, one that has the
greatest capacity to shape public opinion and excite voter participation. The
goal of the Leni Robredo campaign has to be to increase the volume of that base, spilling beyond class divisions and not just to raise its awareness temperature.
I realize, of course, that preparation-wise, I am Monday-morning-quarterbacking here. The deadline for new voter registration is past. The success of the Obama campaign was largely due not to its campaign messaging but in effectively bringing out the vote. You must assume that your supporters will vote for you 100%. The true mission, therefore, is to draw the highest turnout possible. US Democrats in state, city and county levels literally went door-to-door in 2015, even escorting youths to voter registration centers a full year before the campaign even started. It makes you shudder to wonder how many of these young animated Leni supporters today actually remembered, or even bothered to register? If they did not register to vote, they can shout themselves hoarse all they want, or storm the digital ramparts of social media but they cannot deliver the only thing they can guarantee Leni: their all-important one vote.
It hardly matters now. The fight throughout the remainder of the
election period will now be two-pronged: First, to ensure that the vote of the Leni
Robredo base is brought out on election day. No more expansion is possible here. Second, to make the best effort to
turn the biggest possible number of antagonistic voters around. Any expansion is possible only here.
This is not something you can accomplish by preaching to the choir. That doesn’t teach the choir any new songs, it just enables
them to sing louder. But noise alone will not win the campaign. The most clever
memes on Facebook will not reach the rural yokels who don’t even own a cellphone or have even heard of the internet.
Fortunately, the Leni Robredo campaign has one thing going for them:
Leni Robredo. All they have to do is just
let her talk. Her launching speech is a veritable clinic on how to
message correctly: clear, concise, conscienticizing but not condemning and most
of all credible.
If any single dominant group of supporters tries to interfere with her
honest messaging, to brand her more sharply or to add fire to her belly, they
will rue the day when they realize that all they helped her accomplish is to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. © 2021
Joel R. Dizon
NOTE FROM JOEL: Hi, folks! Recently, I started a YouTube channel which is called "Parables and Reason" It is kind of similar to this blog content-wise. You can check out my channel by clicking the link below:
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Thursday, September 30, 2021
A Different Bar Exam Story
I guess I should have phrased it better by putting less emphasis on the fickleness of outcome. Really, you can let off so much pressure by simply appraising your own efforts less. Other people have actually invested in you more than you did. If you thought of them, too, perhaps you would stop acting like this is just your personal do-or-die saga.
That's why my own “bar exam story” is
more inclusive than most. It has to include the two people who made it
possible for me to become a lawyer in the first place.
Before he died in 1994, Benjamin
R. Salvosa (founder of the University of the Cordilleras, which used to be
called the Baguio Colleges Foundation) would
often send for me from my groundfloor office as editor-in-chief of the Gold
Ore to his penthouse. “Daddy Ben” as we fondly called him, was a
hands-on publisher. No week would pass that he wouldn’t ask me “anong
headline mo?” (what’s your headline?) Friday was “pressnight” when we put the paper
to bed. So every Thursday afternoon, I
would sit with him and run him through the week’s news stories to give him a
heads-up on what he can expect to read in the upcoming issue. He rarely reacted
much, even when we carried some heavy stories of the kind that stepped on the
toes of some of his friends. He never ordered a story killed. Not even once. But
he always groused about it during our briefings, “If you think I might want to
kill a story, just don’t tell me about it!” So I followed his advise. There
were times when he summoned me and I didn’t go to see him. He complained plenty about it. “Pinatawag ko si Joel hindi ako sinipot.” (I
called for Joel, he stood me up). His friends would ask him, why would he put
up with that? “You should fire your editor!” But after a long silence, Daddy
Ben would explain, “I once told him if he carried a heavy story I might be
inclined to kill as publisher, he should just not let me know.”
In one such briefing
session, he suddenly broke a different topic out of the blue. He spoke slowly
and deliberately. “When you are litigating a case, the most important thing to pay
attention to is your case theory. What laws you will use depends entirely on what your case theory is.”
I cut him short, “Daddy
Ben, I’m not a lawyer.” (Not yet, in 1994.)
He said, “Oh, you
will be, so shut up and listen.”
“The only part of the
bible I don’t agree with is where it says the meek shall inherit the earth.
That is such an incomplete statement. The meek will inherit the earth in the
shape left by the bold, the daring and the shameless.”
“Tyrants will always use the
law to shape this world in the mold they want. So never assume that the intention of the law
is noble in every situation. Law always advances the interest of the powerful
because they control the lawmaking process. It is their tool of choice.”
I was 25, he was
approaching 80. But Daddy Ben often forgets our 60-year age gap and that if he
starts dropping ancient names, I may not be able to follow. “I told President
Manuel Quezon, paƱero we cannot keep that parity rights provision in the
1935 Constitution. Political independence will be meaningless if
the Philippines remains an economic colony of America anyway.”
He was talking about the
parity rights provision that granted Americans equal rights as Filipinos in the
exploitation of the country’s natural resources, particularly in the mining sector.
Even without that provision, only the Americans have the capital to go into ore
prospecting anyway. So we would still look to American participation, but at
least Filipinos should be the owners of the mines, Daddy Ben maintained. “Pinagbibigyan mo na nga silang mangapital,
binabalasubas ka pa, ang mga walanghiya!” (we are giving them already a
chance to invest, they still have to disrespect us, these shameless people) then
he
went into a short spiel of expletives in Spanish I didn’t understand. Finally, he caught himself, “where was I?”
“Case theory”
“Ah, yes! Case theory. Like
I said, when you’re fighting a case in court, never be surprised if the law
operates in a tyrannical way. That’s always a given. There are big laws and
small laws. Usually, small laws, like implementing rules, letters of
instruction, executive orders, those are the worst ones. They were not passed
by Congress working in the glare of sunlight, but only crafted by some self-appointed
bureaucrat working secretly in the shadows.”
“To formulate your case
theory,” Daddy Ben lectured, “find support from the general principles of law.
When you cite a specific law, go as high as you can. Refer to the top level
statute, even to the Constitution if you have to. Build your case theory by harnessing the
general intent of the law and always paint your case using the bold brushstrokes
of the law. Only little minds prefer to split hairs using little laws. The higher you go, the closer you get to Congress
that represents the people. You are always safest when you are with the
people.”
“Even with the hierarchy
of courts, expect the same thing,” Daddy
Ben continued.
“In the level of the Justice
of the Peace,” that’s the 1930s forerunner of the Court of First Instance, or
the Regional Trial Court these days, “if you go to court, there is always the
risk of winning!” That’s a classic joke among
lawyers today, but I heard it first from Daddy Ben in 1994.
“You will never get a
perfect decision below, so if you stop there all you can hope to obtain is
fractional justice. If you believe
strongly in your case theory and you lose below, don’t give up until you get to
the Supreme Court. Only be at peace after fifteen of the finest legal minds in
the country have read your arguments.”
I told him, “If I ever
become a lawyer, I will remember everything you said.” He took a long pause, and stared at me
blankly, realizing that his impassioned lecture might indeed be all for naught.
Then he picked up the phone, “Nene,” that’s
his youngest daughter, Nene Salvosa-Bowman, “you call Dolinta (the school
registrar) tell them to give Joel a full scholarship in the College of Law. You
pay for everything including his books!” I could hear Nene over the speakerphone,
“Daddy Ben, I’m not sure if we have a scholarship program like that…” Daddy Ben snapped, “I don’t care. You invent
one!”
“Alright,” Nene said, “but
making the school pay for his books—” before she could finish, Daddy Ben interrupted
her again, “Nene, you’re not listening to me. I said YOU pay for
his books!”
That’s the inside story of
how I became the first and the last recipient of the “Benjamin R.
Salvosa Law Scholarship” and how Daddy
Ben twisted Nene’s arm to pay for all my books.
Daddy Ben was long gone by
the time I passed the bar in 2000. The week after the bar results were released, I still went to see him alone at his
hillside grave on a foggy afternoon—again, on a Thursday. I was the only one at that memorial park in Loakan. “I really want to talk to you, Daddy Ben, but you
know it’s heresy in my evangelical faith to converse with the dead,” I began to choke in my tears, “but you always broke
the rules for me. So why wouldn’t
“I remember every word you
said to me that afternoon. I especially remember that part where you said even
when it seems the laws are against me, I should never lose heart or forget that
the tyrant would always use the law to shape the world. So a fight against an
unjust law is actually a fight against tyranny. Even more importantly, fighting an unjust law accomplishes more than just fighting for the oppressed. I did not learn that in the College of Law with that scholarship you gave me. I
learned that from you.”
There was nothing but eerie silence, apart from the faint sound of a few birds that chirped in the distance. I sat in the grass and lingered for a little while, wondering why no one else was around. Finally, as I got up and turned to walk away, that's when the rain began to fall.***
© 2021 Joel R. Dizon
NOTE FROM JOEL: Hi, folks! Recently, I started a YouTube channel which is called "Parables and Reason" It is kind of similar to this blog content-wise. You can check out my channel by clicking the link below:
Joel R. Dizon - PARABLES AND REASON
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