A Personal Ethical Dilemma
Band of Unlucky Brothers
Cadet Major Ronald Cardema, the current corps commander of the UP ROTC, said the materials came from copies of the old university yearbook, The Philippinensian, which he stumbled upon in the Main Library.
He took the whole stack and shelled out his own money to have them reproduced.
“Negative image is stamped on ROTC. But a lot has changed since then. These changes are what we want to show,” Cardema said, adding that the exhibit is purely the initiative of the cadet officers. I
t is not, however, their first time to do a project to promote ROTC. In fact, the cadet officers have been struggling to keep the program alive amid administrative lapses and backlashes from their tainted image.
For two months, the writers have interviewed people—from top officials in the different UP offices to the cadet officers themselves—to build the story. The power of observation coupled with hours of immersion with the cadet officers in their barracks have given the writers the right feel and context. This has helped in understanding what the story is all about. Primary and secondary documents have also been used to substantiate the report, and to corroborate the gathered information.
The aroma of brewed coffee filled his air-conditioned room inside the Department of Military Science and Tactics (DMST). Two tables were placed perpendicular to each other, occupying a large portion of the office which is cramped with shelves full of books and paperwork.
Col. Virgilio Aganon, the commandant of DMST, sipped his coffee while explaining the UP administration’s role in ROTC. “Pres. (Emerlinda) Roman adopts a policy of equal opportunity in administering NSTP (National Service Training Program). It’s a free market,” Aganon said.
Despite this, however, he added that the ROTC faces several restrictions in the form of promotion bans in university dormitories, in most of the colleges, and in the Freshmen Orientation Program. Aganon said college deans refused to adopt the pre-choice system where, supposedly, students were allowed to choose only after a proper orientation from both the Citizen Welfare Training Service and ROTC were given.
“How can we present ROTC when we’re not even allowed inside the colleges? It’s all about money,” Aganon said, explaining the refusal of colleges to adopt the pre-choice system. He added that the more CWTS students a college has, the more income it gets.
Indeed, according to the guidelines for NSTP implementation in UP Diliman, the “tuition collected shall go to the college and shall be used for, among others, honoraria of faculty members who will handle the courses.”
With the implementation of Republic Act 9163 or the NSTP Law in 2002, ROTC ceased to be a requirement for graduation. However, state universities, UP included, are still mandated by section seven of the law to offer ROTC together with at least one of the two other components—CWTS and the Literacy Training Program (LTS).
“The law is clear. UP has to offer ROTC. But we don’t actually see equal opportunity,” Aganon said. In the first semester of academic year 2007 to 2008, the DMST offered CWTS, hoping to use the program as a channel to introduce ROTC.
At the same time, DMST designed its CWTS as a kind of pre-choice system that gave those who enrolled the chance to change their mind if they found ROTC interesting. Unfortunately, in the same semester, the almost 300 demands recorded for DMST’s CWTS in the Computerized Registration System were deleted after an alleged bug corrupted the system. Only the DMST was affected, however, by the error.
“We asked the CRS to change the course title of our CWTS because they got it wrong. They did something with the system and after that, all our CWTS demands disappeared,” Jan Ray Ramos, the ROTC G3 officer for operations explained.
The CRS head Dr. Roel Ocampo was reached for comment and clarification, but as of press time, he failed to grant the writers an interview.
Ramos sat in one of the wooden benches lining the corridor of the ROTC barracks. He lives in the quarters for free as part of the benefits he gets for being a cadet officer. The barracks that he knows, however, is a far cry from what used to be the living quarters of the 120 or so ROTC cadet officers.
Now only 17, the officers are left with the oldest hall in the ROTC complex—the only building excluded from the recent repainting and repairs. Three of the five halls are now used by the UP varsity which has been evicted from the International Center because of financial problems.
Aside from their barracks, the ROTC now has only one classroom, the other two have been converted into additional living quarters still for the varsity.
Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs Elizabeth Enriquez personally delivered a letter of request to Aganon on his first day as DMST commandant. The letter came from the College of Human Kinetics dean, Hercules Callanta, asking permission to use the ROTC barracks as living quarters for the varsity.
Aganon allowed them saying the university had the right to use its facilities as it saw fit. Not only does the varsity enjoy the better condition of the quarters, it also has free water and electricity charged to the DMST’s expenses.
At their peak, the varsity’s electric and water consumption have reached Php 25,000. DMST’s maintenance fund for every semester, however, is only Php 30,000.
A third of the ROTC cadet officers barracks had also been given to the Special Services Brigade (SSB) after the former Vice Chancellor for Community Affairs (VCCA) Ida Lao wrote a letter of request on the same day Enriquez approached Aganon.
Ida said the SSB needed rest quarters for its night shifts which the DMST commandant provided. The quarters, however, is more than a resting place for the SSB. At least two have actually moved into the barracks and are now using it as their second houses.
The expected 20 SSB men who were supposed to use the area had only done so once or twice because the resting station was less accessible than their houses nearby. However, the current VCCA Cynthia Grace Gregorio denied that any agreement between her office and the DMST exists regarding the stay of the SSB in the ROTC barracks.
“One of the SSB men even has a fighting cock in there. One time we made fun of it so he now hides it inside,” Ramos said with a laugh. Ramos is among the oldest in the current batch of ROTC cadet officers.
When he entered in 2004, the ROTC was already suffering a decline in enrollment. It was also during this time that the senior officers dismantled because of rifts and factions that formed under the leadership of former ROTC Core Commander Lt. Col. Jerome Cunanan.
All the first class officers resigned because they lost trust in Cunanan, Ramos said. With all the highest-ranking officers gone, Ramos was elevated first class from just being a third class cadet officer.
A similar event happened almost seven years earlier. On July 5, 2001, more than a hundred cadets from U.P. Diliman and U.P. Manila boycotted the ROTC’s joint opening ceremony. Scandal had rocked the ROTC and its cadets that year, urging others to fall out of formation and join their call: to abolish the program.
During that time, however, the cadets were protesting the death of University of Santo Tomas student Mark Chua, who was killed after he allegedly uncovered corruption in UST’s Department of Military Science and Tactics.
“There are problems inside, not only outside. Unless we deal with these, efforts of reviving the ROTC will fail,” Ramos said. The series of events that started from that boycott in 2001 ultimately led to the creation of the NSTP.
A stigma haunted the ROTC. While proponents of the ROTC argued that the training develops patriotism and a sense of duty to the country, ROTC is clearly not the only way to render service to the country, said history professor Dr. Ricardo Jose, who was himself a cadet in the 1980s.
“Why stick to ROTC? This is the question they have to answer,” Jose said.
A large speaker sat near the entrance of the ROTC barracks. Every Tuesday and Friday, it blares military parade music, exalting bravery, honor and love of country.
In the afternoon, however, the barracks is deserted except for two stray dogs lying on the corridor. Most of the cadet officers are in their classes and the ones left are sleeping in their bunks.
“Why did I enter ROTC? Or why did I stay? It’s not because of the financial benefits, really. It’s more because of self-improvement. I learned leadership here, discipline and time-management. It’s more because of the lessons and the skills. I believe these are useful not only to me, but to everyone,” Ramos said.
Baguio: When the old meets the new
After six hours of almost uninterrupted bus ride from Manila, stacks of houses loomed overhead like enclaves of gray and white mushrooms against a sea of green. Slowly, traffic congested, and billboards blared the famed metropolis perched 5,100 feet above sea level—Baguio City.
It took another forty minutes before the bus managed to squeeze out of the bottlenecked gateway of Baguio into an unloading zone. The metropolis is teeming with culture. Pasalubong vendors greet tourists with key chains that look like strawberries, pencils covered in pine tree barks, and woven coin purses in unique Ifugao cloth patterns of red, black and white.
Even the protective railings of a newly constructed flyover mimic pine tree trunks, complete with brown and green paint. The real pine trees that once crowned the city, however, have considerably disappeared, giving way to concrete giants of business establishments, schools and transportation infrastructures.
A year shy from the centenary of its cityhood, Baguio nestles between the old and new, modernity and tradition, culture and commerce.
Strolling through the city: A taste of the new
Outside the Starwood Hotel, one of many tourist lodgings around the city, taxis line the parking space, their engines ready to roar at the first sign of passengers. Just across the street, jeepneys rule the web of roads, giving the more adventurous tourists the local color around the city’s numerous parks and street and night markets.
An overcast sky and cool midday breeze are best when strolling the tiled sidewalks splattered with gardens of red, white, pink and green. Monuments and plaques are everywhere from the Sunshine Garden to the University of the Philippines Baguio, virtually gelling the city into a living, evolving museum.
Most famous perhaps, not only in the city but in the country, is the statue of a young man with outstretched hands and a head to the skies in gesture of selfless sacrifice—Guillermo Tolentino’s Oblation in the front grounds of UP Baguio.
Just a few steps away, atop a hill southwest of Baguio’s Session Road, is an architectural monument dubbed the cleanest and most ecological friendly among its sister-malls. Baguio’s SM City, since it opened in 2003, has added a new dimension to the fusion of old and new. With a perfect view of the city, Burnham Park and Baguio Cathedral, the tented structure’s balconies are among the best spots for sight-seeing.
Towering above most structures within its vicinity, the mall owns the view of Baguio’s pine-lined slopes in the morning, and the glittering carpet of city lights at night.
But better than admiring the beauty of Baguio’s nightlife from afar is living it. An entire street lined with bargain shops or ukay-ukay selling low-priced clothes, shoes, bags, stuffed toys and accessories opens for tourists on shopping spree. Vendors call their products “Class A imitations,” the closest one can get to the real brands minus the exorbitant price.
There are Nike and Adidas jackets and shoes, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Gucci, Armani and Dolce & Gabbana bags and “leather accessories,” and a myriad of branded trench coats, gowns and long-sleeved formal clothes.
Side-by-side with the famous imitations, however, are Baguio’s very own woven cloth designs and knitted sweaters, ponchos and bonnets in bright colors and simple patterns made by local hands expert with threads and needles. They are neatly folded on plastic covers and make-shift boxes, brandless but bearing Ifugao’s heritage in weaving.
Not exempt from the plethora of products are bahag, the local chaleco and the Ifugao warriors’ headdress. The vendors say these are authentic, made by the locals found in Burnham Park, Mines’ View and the Botanical Garden offering to pose with tourists for 50 to a hundred or so pesos.
The look, design and feel are stunningly similar, but seeing these articles of clothing is a far cry from experiencing the people who wear them not just for festival costumes or for poses with tourists but as part of life.
The outskirts and an experience of the old
About an hour away from Baguio’s city proper, far from the nucleus of the metropolis, from the buzzing markets and roaring taxi engines, the Tam-awan village offers the Cordillera culture in a nutshell. From the Ilocano word which means “to look at,” “to view” or “to see,” this destination houses an alang or Bontoc Rice Granary, Ifugao huts, carved war masks, paintings of Ifugao artists, and woven baskets and handicrafts.
The rhythmic music of the gong in the hands of skilled Ifugao men fills the cobbled activity area, as tourists watch the fluid moves of hands and feet. Rough logs are placed around the center stage serving as make-shift chairs for the audience. Ifugao women in elaborately patterned tapis or a wraparound skirt called ampuyou striped with red, black, white, green and yellow dance to the gong’s rhythm, their arms stretched and their torsos bent in an imitation of birds in flight.
All around them, cameras clicked and flashed, and tourists watched in awe. Just across the performance area, artists offered to draw portraits in charcoal, pencil and paint. A number of paintings covered the wall of the kubo-inspired gallery—some abstract, others that of actors and actresses, and some of famous sceneries in Banaue and Batad.
A man-made pond adorned one part of the village. Hanging above it are dark, translucent plastics, which, at closer inspection, are x-ray results of arms, chests, and feet pasted with coupon bonds with large, red X marks painted on them.
A sign tucked on a log beside the pond says the art portrays the class struggle between the locals and the exploitative factories and industries that have come to their place. The coupon bonds stand for the “big corporations, business establishments, business tycoons, [and the] rich unjust companies” in the Cordilleras.
The X-ray files, on the other hand, reflect the conditions of the workers who, despite their dedication and hard work are “not given just compensations.” They suffer the working and living conditions in the factories and their housing facilities. “They get sick from working and some even died.” Finally, the sign said the red X marks are forms of “sympathy and protest for the working class” whose rights are not respected.
The peculiar display mingled with Cordillera culture in Tam-awan. It laments the growing friction between Baguio’s cultural roots and its ascent to the industrial and commercial era. Just a day’s worth of strolling shows the mixture of old and new, and the delicate balance between them.
The living and evolving museum struggles to keep alive the imprints of the past, and at the same time, to accommodate the blooming buds of modernity.
At noon, a drizzle sprayed over the summer capital, sending tourists to shelters along Session road. All around, people busied themselves haggling prices, trying out bars and restaurants, and buying paslubongs in sidewalk stores. 99 years after, the once struggling city has become a commercial hub in Northern Luzon. Despite its urban identity, however, Baguio remains an imprint of history and Cordilleran culture. Next year, it will turn 100, but the wisdom of the old will continue to fuel the passion of the new.
Sta. Clara’s Beauty
Sta. Clara knows how to be poor, but she doesn’t look poor—at least from the outside.
Her cobbled street is lined with houses splashed with green, pink, blue and yellow. These are simple houses, mostly bungalows and two or three with a second floor. Gardens carpet every house’s front yard. They are a collage of leaves, flowers, trees, pots, rocks and stones.
There are many children in Sta. Clara. At any time of the day we see them playing on the shady parts of the street, running, jumping, laughing. They give the first clues of poverty in the place—torn clothes, black smudges on their skin and dripping mucus on their nostrils. But they exude hope. The infectious smiles plastered on their faces reflect optimism.
We may have not known Sta. Clara if not for these children. We went to the place focused only on her façade and the fading paint on the walls. We thought we knew what to do. We thought we were only there to apply a fresh layer of paint to bring back Sta. Clara’s vibrant colors. All this time, she had other plans for us.
When we first met Sta. Clara, she was cold and uncooperative. We felt sharp stares from the residents, and heard murmurs behind us. Our presence wasn’t welcomed. There were times we thought of them as ungrateful. We could only imagine what they thought of us. Probably they said we were spoiled brats helping them only because of schoolwork.
We wanted to finish everything quickly, to leave the place thick with the stench of nearby Payatas dumpsite, but the smiles lured us in. This time, they were coming not only from the children but from their parents as well, and from the owners of the houses we were painting. After two days of pessimism, Sta. Clara finally smiled on us. What else could we do? We smiled back.
Slowly, we got to know Sta. Clara. She was so loving, caring and grateful. She didn’t look poor, but she admitted her poverty. She was reluctant to accept us immediately because she thought we would not understand. She didn’t want our presence then because we were no different to all the people who came and went in the past. She thought we just wanted to mask her beauty with colors.
There was truth in her words. Most of us were spoiled brats who hated the heat of the afternoon sun and the prospect of basking ourselves under it. We isolated ourselves from the people, focusing only on the work instead of the relationship. We were so proud of what we were doing we failed to know the people intimately.
Sta. Clara is grateful for all the help she has received from people worldwide. But external beauty is the least of her concerns. She wants us to trust the people, to see them for who they are—individuals who are working to change their lives. Instead of treating them as beggars or inept, Sta. Clara wants us to spread the word—they are very resilient people who are in need of opportunities and chances to prove themselves.
No amount of paint or landscaping or financial help can take the place of the opportunities they seek. Hiding this desire behind shades of green, pink, blue and yellow is futile. The colors will continue to fade on the lifeless façade of their houses. But if we focus on the people, on providing more opportunities for them to prove their worth, we will see Sta. Clara’s beauty. Unlike the fading walls, the people are her permanent colors.
On our last day in Sta. Clara, this realization personified itself. We finished our work. All the houses were painted and the colors brought beauty to the street. We were happy but there was uncertainty. For now, Sta. Clara is good as new, but how long would it last? When would their opportunity come? Unknown to us, she wanted to tell her story to everyone on that day.
In the afternoon, the rain poured heavily on the place. We decided to rest inside one of the houses for a while. We were waiting for the rain to die down and the ankle-deep flood to subside. We were laughing and enjoying, some were singing and others reading.
Suddenly, Sta. Clara, without warning, unveiled herself. She opened her street to chest deep waters teeming with all the filth, mud, garbage, debris, insect and pest long hidden by her superficial beauty. She wanted to tell her story, and she told it with such fashion everyone heard and was stunned. She was just waiting for us to understand before she let go of the pretension and the mask.
Our chests down were submerged in water. For the first time we understood how much more valuable the people were. We forgot about the paint, the work and effort and prayed to God that he would spare the children, the mothers and fathers living in Sta. Clara. We were pushing the door, battling the current outside. On that, afternoon we heard only two things—cries of help and the rushing of water.
Amidst the tragedy, however, the people found the chance to prove themselves. The men who weren’t at work helped those trapped inside their houses. They tore away the roofs and pulled people to safety. We were also pulled out of the house, and soon found ourselves with about 20 people on the roof, soaked to our skins.
We watched as the waters battered the houses in Sta. Clara. There were tears on the people’s eyes. Everything they owned was submerged, but everyone was safe. The men braved the danger and did not stop until they got everyone out. We did not need the government to rescue us. We were rescued by the people. Truly, they were their brothers’ keepers.
Sta. Clara has finally shown her face. Her beauty is beyond the colors on the walls of houses. She is beautiful because the people living on her street are beautiful. These are the people who lack opportunity. These are the people only a few understand. Soaked, distraught, muddy and tired—they are the most beautiful people we have seen.
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