This is too much. Everything about the boy pointed towards his innocence, but this regime would stop at nothing just to destroy, not the drug menace, but everyone who opposes its leadership and policies. This is not the first time that Duterte has sanctioned the cold-blooded murder of mere drug suspects and innocents, and as long as he sits there in his own Iron Throne in Malacanang, this wouldn’t be the last. This article from the Brisbane Times gives me less hope and more gloom, a reminder of the deadly spiral that our people has embraced in the name of “change.”
Hindi ka man bumatak,
Kamao ma’y ikuyom,
Kung gusgusin at hamak,
Ipipilit na gumon.
Even if you don’t take drugs,
Even if you clench your fist,
If you are dirty and poor,
They’ll still consider you a drug addict.
It is because the Philippines continues to delude itself that Bangsamoro is part of the country. The reality is that there are more than one nation in Mindanao, and that only one is favored by the establishment in Manila. The majority of Mindanao’s Christian residents are interlopers, occupants of a land that refuses them. They have never treated the Moro and the lumad people with fairness and with respect to their culture and rights to the land. Maybe this is why Duterte’s fanatics are so “nationalistic” and crazy about their numerical superiority and order – they need to suck national resources to keep the peace, gloss over the immorality of their propositions, and quell dissent from both the mountainside and the mosque. The only way the imperialists can feel “safe” in Mindanao is by reframing the Moro’s desire for self-determination as a glorious war of good against evil, by invoking the “oneness” of the national polity, and by using the military to tame the “indolent,” “heathen,” albeit historical, people of Mindanao.
The occupiers of Mindanao should be guilty and not gloating regarding the unjust imposition of Martial Law – poor guys from some god-forsaken northern province are dying for them when they should be the ones defending the land their grandfathers stole. There can only be one sun in the sky: the Moros, lumads, and Christian interlopers in Mindanao can never live in peace if progress for one means the oppression and suppression of the others. Rebellion and terrorism dwell where there is injustice and hopelessness. There’s no room for “national unity” when if do not belong to the same nation anyway. Blood to the end – that’s the price of the Philippine state’s dreams of Lebensraum und Drach nach Süd.