PROLOGUE
THE FASCINATION WITH THE PHILIPPINES
This book springs from my life-long fascination with the Philippines as well as my conviction that others will share this fascination to some degree after reading this book. Should you also share my passion for travel, you will find information, observations, and reflections to enhance your journey to the Philippines, especially Manila. If you are not yet planning to visit the Philippines, perhaps these pages will plant the seeds for such plans. Numerous excerpts from this book have already found audiences in Philippine-American weekly or monthly publications in the Midwest and on the West Coast.
My preoccupation with the Philippines arises from a mixture of personal and career reasons. I was a few months over four years old when the US entered World War II. I was six when the news leaked out about the atrocities that had taken place after the fall of Bataan and Corregidor. Those two names, reported on the radio and in the Movietone newsreels that preceded feature films in theaters, took up quiet residence in my impressionable consciousness, to emerge many years later as titles for chapters in this book.
My preoccupation with the Philippines arises from a mixture of personal and career reasons. I was a few months over four years old when the US entered World War II. I was six when the news leaked out about the atrocities that had taken place after the fall of Bataan and Corregidor. Those two names, reported on the radio and in the Movietone newsreels that preceded feature films in theaters, took up quiet residence in my impressionable consciousness, to emerge many years later as titles for chapters in this book.
By 1945, at the age of seven, I was playing war games with my older brothers, reenacting the landings at Leyte Gulf and Lingayen Gulf. Generals MacArthur and Wainwright, more than Patton or Eisenhower, were my heroes, and Filipino allies with exotic-sounding names like Romulo, Quezon, Magsaysay, and Macapagal, were their friends. Like “Bataan” and “Corregidor,” these names were often on the news on the radio and in the newsreels, and now I was also seeing them as headlines in the newspaper.
My early impressions endured, receiving occasional reinforcement. As a teenager I went to a Christian Brothers high school in Philadelphia where I added to my Philippine lore. From the brothers I learned about De La Salle College (now a university) in Manila, the “missions,” to which one of my teachers went to serve. A classmate of mine became a Christian Brother, and he too went to teach in the Philippines. In the ensuing years, I retained a personal interest in news from the Philippines, though the coverage of such news in the US was—and is—relatively scant. I read about the Communist insurgency, about the Marcoses, about the Aquinos, and about the nonviolent “People’s Revolution” that ousted Ferdinand Marcos.
While I was keeping a casual eye on news from the RP, my professional interests took some turns that would eventually lead me to the Philippines. My research and teaching in the area of medieval European literature brought me to Spain on a sabbatical in 1983. My project was to study the productive interaction among Christians, Jews, and Muslims, called the “convivencia,” in early medieval Spain, much of which was under Arab rule. A few years later, I got sidetracked into administration, but after this diversion I returned to Spain in 1993 to reconnect with my earlier interests there. I was privileged to spend three and a half months in the medieval center of Spanish Muslim culture, Cordova, the Baghdad of the West in the tenth century. There I studied medieval Spanish literature and history, material that I still plan to transmute into a historical fantasy novel.
An unforeseen outcome of my sojourns in Spain was a compelling interest in Spain’s global emergence. In 1492 the Spanish Conquistadors completed the centuries-long campaign against the Arabs to reconquer all of Spain. They then expelled all Muslims and Jews, the peoples from whom they and the rest of Europe had learned so much, peoples that had helped to fuel the Renaissance. With their new learning and their unparalleled military prowess, the Spanish now looked for discovery and conquest beyond their own shores. Their extraordinary talents and arrogance brought them to New Spain—the Americas—and the Islands of (King) Philip—Las Filipinas, so named in honor of Philip II of Spain around 1543.
At the same time that I was following these interests, my college, St. Norbert College (SNC), was becoming more committed to international studies, involving, among other parts of the globe, Latin America and Southeast Asia. I was fortunate enough to be a member of the St. Norbert delegations to Puerto Rico and Nicaragua in 1988, to El Salvador in 1992, and to the Philippines in 1994, all former Spanish colonies.
The three and a half week-immersion experience in the Philippines in 1994 was the realization of a long-held dream, as well as another step in my evolving professional interests. Here were all those dramatic names from my childhood—Leyte, Samar, Manila Bay, Corregidor, Bataan, and Baguio. Here also, in profusion, were testimonials to over 300 years of Spanish and almost fifty years of American colonialism imposed on the Filipinos. The Filipinos cleverly and with characteristic adaptability had ameliorated colonial influences in many but not in all ways. Here, too, in the southern island of Mindanao, was a sizable Muslim population in the only predominantly Christian (Roman Catholic) country in Asia.
The three and a half week-immersion experience in the Philippines in 1994 was the realization of a long-held dream, as well as another step in my evolving professional interests. Here were all those dramatic names from my childhood—Leyte, Samar, Manila Bay, Corregidor, Bataan, and Baguio. Here also, in profusion, were testimonials to over 300 years of Spanish and almost fifty years of American colonialism imposed on the Filipinos. The Filipinos cleverly and with characteristic adaptability had ameliorated colonial influences in many but not in all ways. Here, too, in the southern island of Mindanao, was a sizable Muslim population in the only predominantly Christian (Roman Catholic) country in Asia.
The Muslim presence in the Philippines represents a remarkable historical irony. Muslims, or Moros (Moors), as the Spanish called them, reached Southeast Asia before the Spanish did. The Moros, and not far behind them, Islam, arrived roughly a hundred years before their coreligionists were defeated and expelled in 1492 by the Conquistadors in Spain. Only a generation or two later, the Conquistadors, with astonishing brio, while they were circling the globe, and acquiring much of it for their king, engaged the Moros on the far side of the world. And the Spanish defeated them again, everywhere, that is, with one important exception, a portion of western Mindanao and some small islands nearby (the Sulu Archipelago).
While this study-visit to the Philippines was in one sense a culmination, it was also a beginning. One of our most beneficial assignments was the “counterpart” experience. For four days each of us had a Filipino mentor from the University of the Philippines Diliman (UP) in Manila. I already knew my mentor, Jose (Butch) Dalisay. From 1992 to 1994 I had corresponded with him to solicit his guidance in developing a course on the postcolonial novel, focusing on former Spanish colonies in parts of Latin America and the Philippines. Butch readily agreed to be my counterpart. He and his wife Beng and I and, later, my wife Barb, began an acquaintance that has ripened into friendship. Through Butch I met a number of people in the Department of English and Comparative Literature, paving the way for my return, four years later, as a visiting member of this department.
St. Norbert established an exchange program with UP, as a result of the 1994 visit by the delegation, and I was fortunate to be the first exchange professor from SNC. I was particular flattered in that I went to UP in 1998 in exchange for Gemino (“Jimmy”) Abad who came to SNC. Jimmy is one of UP’s best known and most esteemed faculty members. We apparently gave the program the start it needed. Recently (2007) we celebrated its tenth anniversary, and I have been told that UP has asked when I am coming back.
In addition to teaching at UP, I attempted to do what Washington Irving did when he spent five months living in the Alhambra in Spain 200 years ago, that is to collect tales and anecdotes, observe the people, and comment on what I saw and heard. This book is the result of those 1998 observations, amplified and corrected by a follow-up visit in 2004, and fleshed out with details from my inaugural 1994 visit. Rather than proceeding chronologically or attempting to be comprehensive, I have selected the highlights of my experiences, the places and events, and especially the people, that most affected me. I devote self-contained chapters to these highlights, so that each chapter can be read in any order.
As the book’s title suggests, it focuses largely but not exclusively on the metropolitan area of Manila, Metro Manila as it is now called. I have attempted, however, to present a collage that includes not only Manileños, but, to some extent, the rich diversity among Filipinos generally. Manila provides a reasonable cross-section of the people of the country. As in other developing countries, people have flocked from the provinces to the capital. In the RP they have swelled the population of Metro Manila to about thirteen million or roughly fifteen percent of the total population. Also, teaching at UP brought me into regular contact with students and colleagues from various places. They told me about life in their provinces, where they spoke a language different from Filipino or from English, their second and third languages.
I spent most of my twenty or more Sundays visiting different parts of Manila and, frequently, venturing into the nearby provinces bordering on the metropolis. On a few occasions I ventured further afield, as I describe in a few of the later chapters. Probably two thirds of the book comes from these Sunday outings and the occasional longer outings in 1998 during my teaching assignment at UP. My visit in 2004 has contributed three additional chapters and enabled me to revise portions of others, in some cases substantially. Factual details of a lasting sort from notes and essays about my 1994 visit appear in various places here but have not formed a chapter by themselves.
Before leaving this introductory chapter, I need to comment on a dimension that I have touched upon only lightly in the book: the third-world, developing-nation characteristics of the RP. I am not belittling the problems the country faces when I say that they are the perennial problems of developing nations in other countries in Asia and elsewhere: debt burden, children suffering from malnutrition and disease, inefficient or corrupt government, notoriously inadequate infrastructures, and the list goes on.
On the positive side, the RP is a democracy with a constitution modeled on that of the US. It was by democratic election, supported by “People Power” and, eventually, the military, that the dictator Ferdinand Marcos was ousted and Cory Aquino installed as president in 1986. Three successive peaceful elections have followed, although President Estrada was impeached and his term completed by Gloria Macapagal Arroyo who later won her own term. Mrs. Arroyo has subsequently been accused of condoned illegal vote grabbing by her staff, and calls for impeachment are being heard. It appears likely, however, that she will complete her term which ends in 2010.
Also a positive is the press; while the country suffers much, these ills are not hidden from Filipinos or the rest of the world. The Philippine press is one of the most critical and independent presses anywhere, and it attracts a large audience. Manila alone has more than five daily English-language newspapers and twice that number in Filipino and other languages. On the downside the outspokenness of the journalists has come at a tragic price. The Philippines has been ranked as one of the most dangerous countries for journalists.
Again on the positive side, Filipinos can take pride in their unusual sense of responsibility for each other. Philippine NGOs, established by the more economically privileged, address issues such as homelessness, sight disorders, hunger, and malnutrition.
One problem the country is wrestling with but dealing with effectively is terrorism. Southeast Asia, including the RP, has seen its share of recent Muslim extremist atrocities. Two terrorist organizations, Abu Sayyaf and Jemaah Islamiyah, both active in parts of Mindanao in the southern Philippines, are almost certainly connected with Bin Laden’s Al-Qaida. A cooperative endeavor of the US and RP, however, has become a model of how to address the threat of terrorism through a combination of military strategy and extensive humanitarian development assistance.
Referring to US humanitarian assistance early in 2004, a Muslim mayor in western Mindanao was quoted as saying that “Allah has opened the heavens and given us the Americans.” This mayor had previously been antigovernment and anti-US. When I visited in February of 2004, I was surprised that a majority of my former UP colleagues who had been highly critical of the US were now favorable toward it. The reason was the way the US had cooperated with the RP in undermining terrorism through largely peaceful, humanitarian means. Imagine my dismay a few months after my visit when I read comments by US officials—not, significantly, the then president Bush—sharply criticizing the handling of terrorism in the RP. President Bush, on the other hand, cited the gains against terrorism in the Philippines during his 2004 reelection campaign.
While the book is organized in a way that allows for reading any of its chapters independently of the others, it does, nonetheless point up recurrent motifs that merit mention here.
The first motif, one that I became aware of during my 1994 visit, is the natural and unembarrassed spirituality of Filipinos. Examples abound. UP, a paragon of secular education in the country, has several active churches on its campus, including a large, centrally located, and heavily attended Catholic church. Professors at UP have the reputation of being radical, often leftist, thinkers, yet many quietly have their children instructed in the Catholic catechism. Sophisticated Filipinos will mutter a prayer of apology when they encounter a mound during a walk in the woods or fields because they might have unintentionally disturbed a spirit. “Anting-anting” is an expression that refers to magical properties in things, while “duwende” is the name for what the Irish might call the “little people.” A final, singular example of the happy preoccupation with the spiritual is the babaylan, a Filipino priest or priestess perhaps best described as a shaman.
This second prevalent motif, again one that had attracted my attention in 1994, is the prominent place of women in Philippine society. I saw the sacred Mount Banahaw from a distance on my first visit and learned about the babaylans, who congregate there, men and women priests who guard a devotion to a female force or deity that predates the arrival of Christianity. The later widespread devotion to the Virgin Mary seemed to me then to fit with this devotion. After two subsequent visits, I am convinced that such is the case.
The importance of women in the Philippines, however, extends beyond religion, or perhaps flows over from the religious to other spheres. Art, literature, and even the daily newspapers all convey a respectful, even reverent, image of women. Contemporary women hold sway in the domestic realm, but they also hold places of prominence in business and politics.
A third motif that recurs frequently in these pages is one that I missed in 1994, discovered in part during my longer stay in 1998, and came to understand more fully in 2004. It is the pervasive and vivid memory that Filipinos have of the Japanese occupation and the so-called liberation by the US in 1944–1945. Quite early in my 1998 stay, I was surprised at how often I was reminded about the war. I would find a monument, an inscription, a photograph, or a ruin in unexpected places, or I would be told impromptu narratives about the war. Perhaps people regarded my second, longer stay as a sign of solidarity and of a more serious interest in the country and thus spoke more freely of such matters.
The Japanese occupation was brutal, and the liberation brought with it massive destruction. The month-long Battle of Manila alone was devastating. Its toll was over 100,000 civilian deaths, a huge percentage of the population of the entire country, which was approximately sixteen million in 1945. I learned from Filipinos on three or four occasions that the most destroyed allied city in the war, after Warsaw, was Manila. Manila was the largest but by no means the only such casualty of the liberation.
When I visited Baguio, a smaller city, four or five hours by bus to the north of Manila, I saw a photo display in the museum there of a city that had been reduced to a wasteland by the fighting. Filipinos are extraordinarily forgiving, even of the horrors inflicted on them, but they are also realists, so they do not forget and do not want others to forget the evils that attended the war. World War II has entered the Philippine psyche.
I may have gained a sense of the significance of World War II for Filipinos during my stay in 1998, but in the course of writing the first draft of this book, I discovered several omissions, the two most serious being Bataan and Corregidor. I had written about the occupation and about the campaign to end it in 1944–1945, but I had nothing about the beginnings of the war, the five-month period from December 7, 1941, to the fall of Corregidor on May 6, 1942 (Bataan had fallen on April 9).
I went to these two sites in 2004 to remedy these omissions and discovered how serious the omissions were. Like most Americans, I had assumed, incorrectly, that the histories of Bataan and Corregidor had more to do with the American than with the Philippine experience of the war. The reality is that to appreciate the depth and extent of Philippine loyalty to the US, a loyalty that continues to this day, one must know something about Bataan and Corregidor.
In the chapters that follow, the three motifs of spirituality, women, and war will emerge often.
One of my colleagues at UP, a well-known anthropologist, gave me the following advice when we were talking about this book. “Keep it simple. Observe, write, enjoy. Don’t try to be an anthropologist.” I have tried to follow his advice. Rather than write a book of anthropology—necessarily a bad one since I am not an anthropologist—I have, I hope, written a good appreciation of the country and the people as an experienced traveler. I leave it to the reader to judge if I have succeeded.
CHAPTER ONE
AN ANECDOTAL AND PRACTICAL GEOGRAPHY OF THE PHILIPPINES
Two facts have impressed me about the geography of the Philippines : 1) its historical importance for Westerners and in particular for Americans; and 2) how little most Westerners, in particular Americans other than military personnel, know about it. In my own case I knew basically in what part of the globe the Philippines resides (see Map One). When I first arrived there, however, I was geographically disoriented within the country itself (see Map Two) and even lost for a while in my own neighborhood on the campus of the University of the Philippines Diliman (UP) in Metro Manila. Only very gradually, after three visits that add up to nearly six months, have I begun to get my bearings.
THE
I arrived for the first time in the
“We go there regularly,” he responded. “I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.” I had left
As a Westerner I was, of course, not alone in my confusion about Asian Pacific geography. Magellan was not sure where he was in 1521 when he landed on one of the smaller, easternmost islands (Homonhon, close to Eastern Samar) of what is now the midsection of the
President William McKinley, when he acquired the
General Douglas MacArthur, on the other hand, did not share and suffer from other Westerners’ Asian geography deficit. His father, General Arthur MacArthur, was a good learner and mentor of Philippine geography. General Arthur MacArthur commanded US forces against the Spanish at the Battle of Manila (1898) in the Spanish-American War. He then commanded US forces in
Arthur’s son Douglas followed in his military footsteps, serving in the
The Japanese, however, came close, occupying
Sailors, while not infallible, are better with geography than most of the rest of us. During the Spanish Colonial Period, starting around 1600, Spanish galleons plied their trade route to Asia with remarkable success for over two centuries (see Map One). Within thirty years of Magellan’s arrival there, the Spanish had colonized the Philippines and established Manila as their Asian base. The Spaniards sailed from their Mediterranean ports across the Atlantic to Vera Cruz on the east coast of Mexico . They then transported their goods the width of Mexico to Acapulco on its west coast. From Acapulco they crossed the Pacific to Manila ; from Manila they sailed the relatively few final miles to legendary Cathay (China ). Then they returned by the same route. If winds were favorable, the crew healthy, and the pirates napping, the Spaniards might see home after two years. Otherwise the round trip could require a grueling five years.
INSIDE THE
The internal geography of the country is relatively complicated, especially for Americans, because its topography is so different from that of the US . The RP is an archipelago of somewhere between seven and eight thousand islands, some of them so tiny they might sport a single palm tree, or none. Approximately eight hundred islands, however, are inhabited and together support a population of over eighty million people. The two largest islands define the northern and southern regions of the country: Luzon in the north and Mindanao in the south. Between them is the array of well-populated islands collectively called the Visayas, the third major geographical region
I once enjoyed a wonderful trip by Superferry from
Historically the Visayas have been in the middle of the action as well as the geography. As mentioned above, Magellan’s first sighting of land in that part of the world was in the
To the south of the Visayas lies
Relations between parts of Mindanao and the government in
The area of the densest Muslim population has, as a result of years of struggle by the Muslim majorities in those regions, gained a measure of independence and the designation of “Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao” (ARMM). Although ARMM has a measure of self-governance, it remains largely under the rule of
Because I have never visited there,
Luzon remains the
The change is remarkable, from a steamy city (even at 6 a.m.) to the cool evergreen hills of the
Like
I met my first Philippine minority group outside of
I have had extended conversations with people from two other minority groups, the Kalingas (
There are at least thirty-five such minority groups throughout the country, accounting for a small part of the population. I have seen figures ranging from five to fourteen percent of the population, but I incline toward the lower number as the more likely one given increases in the majority population in recent years. These groups are people who share the same Malay-Indonesian-Filipino ancestry with the major cultural groups, but they have for centuries avoided intermingling with each other or with the mainstream of the population. They have in varying degrees also succeeded in resisting or controlling all outside influences, including those of the Spanish and American colonial periods.
The persistence of these cultural minority groups is perhaps the most dramatic type of multiculturalism in the
While I would be hardpressed to itemize them in any scientific way, I gradually recognized the common physical traits of Filipinos that distinguish them from other Asian peoples. Eventually, again simply through experience (and coaching) rather than anything I could explain anthropologically, I began to notice how some of my students, colleagues, and friends blended their Filipino ancestry with other strains. Most prominently, I noted Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Spanish, and American branches on the Filipino trunk. I know there are other blended heritages, and perhaps one day I will note them as well.
Linguistic diversity within the majority population is a trademark of the RP. Fortunately for me when I encountered Filipinos who didn’t (or, sometimes, wouldn’t) speak English, I managed to get by with Spanish vocabulary. Filipino, the national language, has borrowed freely from both colonial languages, Spanish and English. I was also schooled by some of my students, mainly those from outside the
Again it was some of my students—and other acquaintances—who pointed out that Tagalog, the dialect that forms the linguistic base of Filipino, was imposed on them by “Imperial”
It is interesting to note how linguistic variations seems to have arisen in the
Filipinos typically learn their regional dialect at home and Filipino and English at school; Filipino in the early grades, English in the later. Ironically they become more linguistically diverse than Manileños, who master only Filipino, based as it is on their native Tagalog, and English. One of the brightest students I knew at UP was from a cultural minority with its own dialect, which he spoke at home. In elementary school he learned the regional dialect and Filipino; only in high school did he begin English. At UP he was doing graduate work in English, his fourth language.
Not all Filipinos stay in school long enough to learn English, and among those that do, not all learn it equally well. It is safe to say, however, that about forty percent of the eighty million Filipinos speak English well. You may have spoken with some of them the last time you called for telephone assistance with your computer or customer service assistance from your credit card company.
A final practical geography note is about the time differences between the RP and the four time zones of the
In making travel arrangements between the Philippines and the US , don’t forget about the ID, the imaginary but time-important line that runs down the middle of the Pacific Ocean just west of the Hawaiian Islands . Crossing from east (US ) to west (RP) one must add a calendar day to the date, in effect losing twenty-four hours. This ID adjustment is to compensate for the fact that the clock is one hour earlier in each of the twenty-four time zones when traveling from east to west. Magellan’s crew, lacking this adjustment, arrived back in Spain , sailing ever westerly, a full day earlier than their meticulously kept log indicated. Crossing the ID from west to east, of course, requires the opposite adjustment, subtracting a calendar day.
Thus the ID can affect one’s travel plans in significant ways. My most memorable ID experience occurred on my return to the
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