Detail of wood-carving on bamboo. Laperal House, Baguio City. May 2014. #latepost #nikon #blackandwhite #baguio #philippines #bamboo

“The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke (via mawawa)


A constant reality: How hard it is to do a historian’s work. We make enemies out of people not because we want to, but because we have to. Not that history or historians have not been manipulated. History has been manipulated oftentimes through revisionist means. There is a grain of truth in saying that history has been written by the victors. And since history is in the very gore and grime of things, telling the unfolding revealed drama of human nature, there are things that people often forget, or choose to forget. There are even some historians who choose not to reveal things, blinded by either conviction or political agenda. But then again, show me a historian who doesn’t have any tinge of bias. So then, it is my conviction that history is dangerous. For good or for ill, it is a tool for truth or for deception. It remains so especially when the actors in the history being told are still alive, through dynastic families that live on in our political life. It was Leon Ma. Guerrero who pointed out that indeed, an educated native is a dangerous native.

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Sharing indiohistorian's thoughts and the ABS-CBN News video above on the Marcos years above.

As a former history teacher, I do find it alarming that there is a considerable number of young Filipinos who seem to profess admiration for the dictator. And what’s worse is that their belief in the man is based on some Youtube videos.

This growing number of aggressive, yet obviously ignorant following, many of whom were born years after the Marcoses were booted out of the country, seriously underscores the failure of the educational institutions, the media and even Philippine society as a whole, to impart to those who benefit from the eviction of the dictator, the lessons of those dark years in the country.

As someone born towards the intensifying struggle of the people to rid the country of Marcos, I do have some recollection of how life was then. And my memories of my uncle being in jail, of my father threatened for his beliefs, will never make me see the Marcos years as among the most pleasant my family have gone through.

“The report detailed torture methods used on the prisoners interviewed. These included prolonged beatings with fists, kicks and karate blows; beatings using rifle butts, heavy wooden clubs and family-size soft drink bottles; pounding heads against walls or furniture; burning of genitals and pubic hair with cigarette lighters; falanga, or beating of the soles of the feet; and “lying on air,” where the prisoner was made to lie with his head on one bed and his feet on a second bed, and was beaten and kicked whenever his body sagged or he fell. This method of torture was also called San Juanico Bridge, after a bridge connecting Samar and Leyte provinces built during the Marcos administration.”