Masig Brods and the FQS

Masig (Alpha Sigmans) student activists from the 70s are some of the contributors to the book Militant But Groovy: Stories of Samahang Demokratiko ng Kabataan. The book is a collection of personal memoirs from former First Quarter Storm student activists.

Masig members Butch Dalisay, Ome Candazo and Solomon Santos are some of the contributors.
Posted here is the March 10, 2008 article of Butch Dalisay in his Philippine Star "Penman column"

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"Red Flag, Yellow Star"

("Penman" column piece of Butch Dalisay for Philippine Star, March 10, 2008, p. H-1)

THIS THURSDAY, March 13, from 3 to 5 pm at the Main Lobby of Palma
Hall, the University of the Philippines in Diliman, a new book is
going to be launched by Anvil Publishing with the somewhat
improbable title of Militant But Groovy: Stories of Samahang
Demokratiko ng Kabataan. I wondered where the editors—chiefly human
rights lawyer Soliman Santos—had gotten that title until I re-read
my brief contribution that volume, which I'd submitted more than two
years ago, and I realized, much mortified, that it came from me.

The book is a collection of personal memoirs from veterans of what's
come to be known as the First Quarter Storm—that long period of
intense, rousing, and sometimes frightening political protest that
presaged (and, some say, provoked) martial law in the early 1970s
and set the stage for EDSA. For those of us born in the late 1940s
and early `50s, it coincided with our physical, emotional, and
intellectual coming of age; and those of us who managed to survive
the FQS and stagger on to midlife will always look back on it as our
defining moment; indeed, it defined us as much as we defined it.

The Samahang Demokratiko ng Kabataan, or SDK, was one of
several "mass organizations" that brought young activists together
under the banner of what we proudly avowed to be the "national
democratic revolution." I was 16 when I joined it and embraced its
yellow-starred red flag; barely two years later I would land in
martial-law prison. I've always considered myself lucky to have come
out of martial law alive, because many of our comrades didn't. When
I wrote my first novel, Killing Time in a Warm Place (Anvil, 1992),
it was a form of thanksgiving, of memorializing the dead, and also,
I should admit, of apologizing to them for straying from the path
that led them to their graves.

It's easy to see the events of 35 to 40 years ago with a moist,
romantic eye and to cast ourselves as noble heroes; the definitive,
scholarly history of the martial law years has yet to be written,
and when it is, I'm sure that all our petty foibles—the bare
humanity of those whom we swore could walk on water—will come
through. That will not tarnish nor diminish the very real
contributions of those young Filipinos to the causes and crosses
that we sadly continue to bear today: the struggle against tyranny,
injustice, exploitation, and corruption.

A few weeks ago, on the 22nd anniversary of EDSA 1—I was interviewed
on TV as an FQS activist and as a writer for my impressions of the
current political scene. As often happens with these things, I
forgot what I really wanted to say until I was driving out of the
studio. And it was this: that when we look at or look for the
champions and the heroes who will lead us out of the darkness, we
shouldn't expect to find a perfect man or woman of entirely
unblemished character.

I can't prove it with statistics, but I have a dramatist's suspicion
that every great hero is, in one way or another, deeply flawed—by
hubris, ambition, venery, naivete, or some wayward passion—but they
became and they remain heroes because, at the tipping point, they
rose above their flaws and did something for the greater good that
may have surprised even themselves. When I see all the muck that's
dredged up and thrown at anyone who dares to blow the whistle on
bigtime corruption and oppression in our society, I can't help
thinking what a demolition job they could've done on the likes of
Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, and Ninoy Aquino—and if we had
believed them, or let ourselves be distracted by Bonifacio's pride,
Rizal's romances, and Ninoy's ambition, then we would have gained
nothing in the end, perpetually hostage to our mistrust and fear.

An interviewer asked me: how should young people—your students—look
at a character like Jun Lozada? I gave a rather broad answer, but I
should've just said, "He's no Rizal and no Ninoy, certainly not, but
if you're a teenager, just think of him as your father, warts and
all. Now what would you do and how would you think if your Dad were
caught in that situation—if armed men took your Dad away to keep him
from telling the truth?" (And for that matter, what can you say to a
child who demands the truth from his teacher, only to be told, "I
can't tell you—it's executive privilege"?)

But to get back to the book: these are the stories of a generation
of street-marchers, and how ironic and yet how apt it is that it's
being launched not in the soft and cozy lap of safe nostalgia, but
in the grip of another crisis, whose noises—whispers, alarms,
clamors, slogans, and soundbites—seem all too familiar.

Here's what I sent in for that book, and for many more of these
reminiscences from such names as Butch Hilario, Gani Serrano, Rol
Peña, Jeepy Perez, Jorge Sibal, Lynn Castilla, Ome Candazo, Jonat
dela Cruz, Efren Abueg, Ven Jose, Jerry Araos, and the late Alex
Ontong and Popoy Valencia, join us this Thursday afternoon for the
launch. I don't know how militant or how groovy we remain, nearly
four decades after the facts being recollected here, so we'll just
have to go there and see.

I JOINED the SDK almost as soon as I entered UP in 1970, through
what I later realized was the normal recruitment route—first,
membership in the more innocuous Nationalist Corps, then integration
into SDK itself. Rightly or wrongly (wrongly, as it turned out), SDK
appealed to me as being somehow just as militant but groovier, to
use a word from that time, than the fire-breathing, roughshod
Kabataang Makabayan (KM).

A lot of the people I knew and idolized were with SDK—Gary Olivar,
Tony Tagamolila, Mario Taguiwalo, Rey Vea—writers and editors all of
whom I, a couple of years their junior, wanted to follow. Some
members were also fraternity brothers in Alpha Sigma—Benny Tiamzon
and Joey Calderon, most notably. I felt I was in the best company;
these guys (and some very nice gals) couldn't possible go wrong. I
was small fry then (and remained small fry), too young to be in on
the big discussions, but it impressed me to overhear people like Vic
David and Titus de Borja chat about the "18th Brumaire of Napoleon
Bonaparte." I was good only for Mao and the Five Golden Rays.

I remember a blur of HQs—Scout Castor, Arayat, an apartment near
Sulo Hotel—but our favorite hangout was the "Trialogue," a small
room at the far left end of Vinzons Hall. At this time my family
lived very close by—we were squatters on Old Balara—but I liked
spending time at the Trialogue, watching Willie Tañedo draw figures
for flyers and streamers (I recall being entranced—with horror and
fascination—by Willie's depiction of Francis Sontillano's splattered
brain).

I fancied myself a propagandist and had had some training in theater
with PETA, so I signed up for what was then Dulaang Sadeka as soon
as it was formed, and even joined a chorus that performed a piece
from Brecht—can't remember now which one it was, exactly—in
whiteface at the ALEC. This was even before Gintong Silahis emerged
as SDK's cultural arm, and even before Brecht had be set aside for
being too bourgeois in favor of more overt Peking-Opera- style
tableaus.

It was exhilarating to be in as many rallies and demos as possible,
to be right there in the thick of the Diliman Commune, to march with
a thousand others from Los Baños to Manila, to actually carry a
small Beretta in a hollowed-out Bible, Godfather-style, for Tony
Tagamolila at the CEGP conference (not that I would have known what
to do with it; I'd never fired a shot in my life, and still never
have).

There were, of course, deaths and betrayals to contend with,
especially as martial law approached and took over the landscape.
The bloated face and mutilated body of my tocayo Butch Landrito has
stayed with me all these years, and the last time I counted all the
people I personally knew who died in the FQS, I came up with 21, and
certainly there were more, too many more. There was this one time,
early during martial law, when I found myself in a UG house with
people who've all passed on—Tony Hilario (with his trademark way of
holding a cigarette between the tips of his circled fingers),
journalist Henry Romero (technically still a desaparecido) , and Jack
Peña (ever the Ilonggo, railing against imperiali-sum and the o-well
price hike). Ironically, I may have been saved by being arrested in
January 1973 and spending the next seven months in Fort Bonifacio.

And so I live on, we live on, as the articulate survivors, a little
yellow star imprinted in some imperishable corner of our graying minds.

Brandon Boyd

Incubus

A M A Z I N G

2008 Women's Day

In time with 2008 Women's Day, we launched yesterday two portals for women: Wikipilipinas.org's Encyclopedia of Philippine Women and Filipiniana.net's Philippine Women Studies Microsite.

The launching was held during the 2008 National Women's Day Celebration spearheaded by the NCRFW at the PUP Gymnasium.

I gave a presentation to an audience of about a thousand students, NGOs and government agency representatives.

I talked about the Filipina, HER image in the internet, and how the women portals can contribute to HER upliftment and empowerment.

I also appealed to all to visit the sites and READ, WRITE and SHARE to these revolutionary projects. I invited everybody to Celebrate the Power of the Filipina--online by writing the story of their mothers, sisters, daughters, or any Filipina who made a mark in their lives.

I was also moved by the presentations of Ms. Noemi Lardizabal-Dado and Ms. Dine Racoma (the great ladies behind the Filipinaimages.com) and their advocacy of reshaping the image of the Filipina online.

Modess also presented their Aim High Pinay campaign -- inspiring stories of women.

I really salute them, and the other Filipinas who are actually doing something for the empowerment of the Filipina!

Mabuhay po ang mga Kababaihan!

Incubus Live in Manila! Light Grenades Pacific Rim Tour

I am so excited. In a few hours, I will be at the Incubus concert in Araneta Coliseum. I really want to see Brandon Boyd in person. This man is sooo sexy, talented, charismatic. He is really a great performer.

I am going with Niovic and a friend who claims that she is Brandon's wife.

I'm sure we would have a great time tonight!

I deserve to have fun after a good job yesterday at the Women's Day (another post) So tonight, I will shout, jump, dance, and sing along with Brandon and the rest of the band.

"Pardon me while I burst...."

WikiPilipinas and Filipiniana.net

For the past three months, I have been very busy with a new task. I have been assigned to work on Vibal's online endeavors-- the wikipilipinas.org and filipiniana.net.

WikiPilipinas is an editable encyclopedia/almanac about anything and everything about the Philippines. Filipiniana.net, on the other hand, is a digital library. My job is to handle marketing of these two great sites. I am also contributing regularly to Wikipilipinas on topics I like such as women's movement, rock music, my college organizations and my hometown. It supports the Web2.0 movement, meaning, free knowledge. I am glad to be a part of this revolutionary project. My wish is for everybody to use this site and contribute articles, not because I am in charge of the marketing, but because I really believe in the project. It is a storage of information about our country and about who we are as Filipinos. These sites show that we Filipinos are knowledgeable people.

My complaint against Globe Handyphone

I have been using Globe Handyphone for five years now since 2002. I have been paying Globe my due regularly and on time. In fact, I have been given a Loyalty Reward which entitled me to a rebate of Php 833.00 per month.

My average monthly consumption amounts to Php 1,300. On May 2007, I was surprised to receive a text message from Globe stating that my consumption has already reached Php 3,000. I immediately called up Globe Handyphone Hotline to inquire about this matter. I was told that it was because of WAP usage. I said that it is impossible for my WAP usage to reach Php3000 because I seldom use it. The Globe agent told me to wait for my billing statement for the month because that was the proper time to file a complaint. I have been regularly checking the balance and it was continuously going up (from 3,000 to 4,000 until it reached 6000). Every time I check the balance, I would call up the hotline to complain and to report again and again this matter. I was told again and again that my complaint has been reported and for me to wait for the feedback from the investigation team.

On July 11, 2007, I went to Globe Trinoma Branch and brought with me the billing statement. I went there to report again this matter. The agent from Globe Trinoma told me that they would forward my complaint to their investigation team and to wait for a feedback within the week. On that, and the following weeks, I received no feedback.

Globe would cut my line and I would call them to complain. They told me to pay the amount due (Php 6,000). I just paid them the amount I consumed and not the contested amount. Globe reinstalled again my line. After a month, this routine happened again. I kept on calling their hotline for a feedback and they just told me to wait while the investigation was going on. One agent told me to pay everything first and they would just adjust the billing after the investigation, but I refused. This went on for three months.

On October 2007, I went back to Globe Trinoma again to report the problem with my Globe handyphone. I paid the due amount (not the contested). After a week, the investigation team called me up. They said that my unit/line used that WAP and no “cloning/hacking” incident happened and they said that I should pay the whole amount. I said that I am willing to pay only if they would show me a detailed report of the said WAP usage: what websites I allegedly visited, the date and time, and how many kilobytes I have consumed. They said that they could not produce the said report because the month has already lapsed. And I think that this is not a valid excuse because I repeatedly called their hotline since July.

I believe that it is my right to ask for the details of the WAP activities which Globe said I used and consumed. I use the WAP features from time to time but I am sure that that wouldn’t reach Php 6000.

I refuse to pay the amount they are billing me.

Help! What do I do?