Boracay Atis barred from their ancestral land PUT ASIDE bleeding-heart sentimentalism and romanticism. Here are questions that are crying out for answers: Why are the Atis, who have lived in Boracaylong before the paradisiacal island became world-renowned, being barred from occupying a piece of land that the government turned over on Feb. 11, 2011 to their community by virtue of a Certificate of Ancestral Domain Title (CADT) made possible by the Indigenous Peoples Republic Act (IPRA)? Why can’t an indigenous community of 46 families whose ancestors called the island their home long, long before the island became a tourist haven, occupy a tiny 2.1-hectare area that has been designated as their home? Why does this area called Dead Forest, which has been declared inalienable and officially declared to be the ancestral domain of the Atis, have non-Ati claimants who do not want to let go? The Atis of Boracay are up against powerful claimants with business interests on the island known for its powder white sand and, in the last decade or so, for being a crowded party island and a hidden paradise no more. They are called Ati in the Visayas, while their counterparts in Luzon are called Aeta, curly haired, shorter and slightly darker versions of our mainly Malay-Chinese-Hispanic selves. They are said to be the original aborigines of our islands. They were here when time began, so to speak, before the Malay, Chinese and Spanish arrivals. But I leave this subject to the anthropologists and historians. The 21st-century reality is that the Atis and many other indigenous peoples (IPs) in the Philippines who, in the past, were marginalized, discriminated against, oppressed and belittled, should now be able to invoke their rights that have been written into the Constitution, among them, their right to remain in and protect their ancestral domains. Making this happen has not been easy on the part of the IPs. This 21st-century reality is now being put to the test in Boracay where every square foot is much coveted by moist-eyed real estate speculators and tourism magnates. Will the Atis have a place in this booming tourist destination, or will they be forced to go to the Aklan mainland and become homeless wanderers in their own home country? Fifty-year-old Ati woman and community leader Delsa Supitran Justo will not let this happen. She will tell you right away that unlike many of their counterparts in Luzon, the Atis in Boracay do not beg. They fish, farm, go to school, get employed. Although she stopped at Grade 4, all her six children have gone for higher education and her eldest has just finished college with a teaching degree. How can the Atis of Boracay improve their lot if they are denied their home and source of livelihood? On April 26, Justo, Ati chieftain and representative of Indigenous Cultural Community/Indigenous Peoples (ICC/IP) of Boracay, wrote a letter to the National Commission in Indigenous Peoples (NCIP) coursed through its chair Roque A. Agton Jr. about the Atis’ problem. The Atis also filed a complaint against several individuals and sought an injunction with prayer for the issuance of a temporary restraining order (TRO) to stop respondents from “further constructing structures and introducing other forms of improvements in the subject area.” And, just as important, “That an order be issued requiring the installation of the (Ati) complainants in the area” covered by the CADT. The area is located in Barangay Manoc-manoc. The NCIP issued the CADT covering the said area in the name of the complainants on Aug. 3, 2010. The formal turnover was held inside a chapel in February 2011. “However,” the Atis wrote, “the complainants are prevented to enter and occupy the property due to the illegal entry and occupation of respondents over the areas within the Ancestral Domain. The ongoing activities and stiff resistance of respondents continue to hamper the efforts of the complainants to lawfully and peacefully recover and possess the area.” Justo flew to Manila last week to meet with me and several of the Atis’ supporters. It is heartening to know that not all businessmen and hotel owners in Boracay are only for profit. The Atis have gotten continuous support from some hotel owners, among them, Hannah Hotel’s Pocholo Morillo and his family who accompanied Justo when she met with me. Also supporting the Atis of Boracay are Sr. Victoria Ostan of the Daughters of Charity and two other nuns who have chosen to live simply among the Atis and journey with them. Ramon Magsaysay Awardee Ben Abadiano, president of Assisi Foundation and founder of Pamulaan Center for Indigenous People’s Education, has thrown his support and plans to set up a school in the Ati community in Boracay. I learned that President Aquino’s sister Viel, who is vice president of Assisi Foundation, is also very supportive of the Atis. Said Morillo who is also the spokesman of the diocese on energy matters, “The Atis need police protection so that they can occupy their ancestral domain.” “The Atis in Boracay go back five generations,” Justo told me in her local language mixed with Ilonggo (Hiligaynon) which I could understand. “We used to occupy the whole island. We planted corn, tobacco and vegetables. We also fished for a living.” And this I fully understood and noted down verbatim. “Panginmatyan namon ini kay amon ini” (We will lay down our lives for this because this land is ours).” In that little spot called the Dead Forest on the island paradise, “Mabuhi gid kami (We will indeed live).” Thus spoke Delsa Justo, chieftain of her people. Send feedback to cerespd@gmail.com or www.ceresdoyo.com |
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Ambition
By Conrado de Quiros
Philippine Daily Inquirer
MANG NESTOR used to scavenge in Smoky Mountain before the mountain of trash there was razed down. Driven to live in Bagong Silang, he tried to make ends meet doing this and that, but found it the hardest thing in the world with two kids. Though his wife helped by cooking and hawking food, his family was in constant want. His dream of being able to send his kids to school to help them escape his lot in life remained just that, a dream.
They lived austerely. During his kids’ birthdays, he worked longer hours to try to get them some noodles, but not always successfully. He could not comprehend how people could throw away food so easily, masasarap pa naman, in fastfood and restaurants. It was such utter waste.
What he particularly minded was that there was no toilet where he lived. To relieve yourself, he said, you had to hike for 20 minutes to the nearest public toilet and line up for your turn. A pretty trying experience when you’ve got to go, and which the more desperate solved by settling for the tabi-tabi. A brutish life, with no relief in sight.
But relief did come in the form of a newly opened Gawad Kalinga village in Bagong Silang. Mang Nestor’s was one of 30 families that got awarded a home in that village, a tiny house by the standards of the rich and middle class but a veritable palace in the eyes of the beneficiaries. It had of course the most wondrous thing in the world: a toilet. Or a CR, as Mang Nestor, like other Filipinos, referred to it. Nowhere did the term “comfort room” take on the most literal meanings.
This was one of the things shown in the Hope Ball in Las Vegas where I was last weekend, a fund-raising activity by Fil-Ams that managed to raise enough funds to build homes for 150 more families. A couple of things ran through my mind when I saw this, quite apart of course from the epic contribution GK has been making to solving poverty in the Philippines over the last several years.
The first was to get a glimpse of the ugliness and monstrosity of corruption again. Or to get a new appreciation for President Benigno Aquino III’s “’Pag walang corrupt, walang mahirap.” Corruption is not abstract, it is concrete—and cruel. Corruption is far more wasteful than throwing away barely touched food in Jollibee and Mang Inasal while the street children sniff rugby to forget their hunger pangs. The other side of things like the AFP spending P800 million to procure bond paper, a city hospital overpricing Mongol pencils 5,000 times, and a governor diverting P25 million to his kid’s wedding is a horde of Mang Nestors who have to hustle their way through life to treat a daughter to some pancit during her birthday or trek a mile or so to relieve themselves of their stomach’s contents and their soul’s cares.
Corruption isn’t just monies being lost God knows where, it is food being taken away from the mouths of the hungry, it is roofs being taken away from the desolate, it is comfort being taken away from the anguished and bereaved. Corruption crushes. Corruption kills. The corrupt and the desperate are to each other as cause and effect. Truly, where there are no pillagers, there are no paupers. Truly,’pag walang corrupt, walang mahirap.
The second thing that flashed through my mind was the grandness of spirit shown by the movement Gawad Kalinga—yes, it is a veritable movement now—and the hope it is giving us. GK’s professed goal is to eradicate poverty in this country by the next decade. That may seem like an impossible dream, a quest more admirable for the scale of its aspiration than for the possibility of its realization. Yet when you come right down to it, why should that be so impossible?
Why should that be so quixotic?
Ambition, Shakespeare said, should be made of sterner stuff, and you can’t find sterner stuff than the tears of gratitude and joy streaming down the faces of those who have not only been given houses but communities to live in, who have not only been given a roof over their heads but a gladness in their hearts. You can’t find sterner stuff than the 30 families who have been plucked from utter want who now live like human beings in a spot of Bagong Silang, the 150 families who will live like human beings in other spots of Bagong Silang courtesy of what the Fil-Ams raised in just one event in Las Vegas, the hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of families that will live like human beings over the next several years in other Bagong Silangs in this country, in other New Births or New Days or New Lives in this country.
I don’t know how Manny Pacquiao’s fight will turn out (he was due to make a pitch for Gawad Kalinga earlier today), but I do know that somebody else has already won a far more magnificent fight for the country and will continue to win far more magnificent fights for the country in the coming years.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff, and none comes sterner than the spirit shown by the people who have dedicated themselves to this. Men and women, young and old, Pinoys and Fil-Ams who have worked tirelessly, eagerly, joyfully to bring the vision of the Philippines freed from want a little closer to reality. It is the exact opposite of the baleful spirit of corruption. Corruption in the end is selfishness, an inability to see beyond oneself or one’s family, an overriding need to secure self and family beyond all others, at the expense of all others. Either the men and women of Gawad Kalinga have gone past that or they have extended the meanings of self and family to include the farthest of the far, the poorest of the poor. They too are self, they too are family, walang iwanan, you don’t leave them behind, you don’t leave anyone behind. That is grandness.
That is ambition.
Source: Philippine Daily Inquirer
Sunday, May 1, 2011
P800M AFP bond paper, P25M gov’t fund spent in wedding
COA EXEC BARES MORE FUND SCAMS
By Jun Medina
INQUIRER.net
INQUIRER.net
WASHINGTON, DC—Bond paper purchases worth P800 million at the Armed Forces of the Philippines, Mongol pencils overpriced 5,000 times at a city hospital and P25 million in government funds diverted for the wedding expenses of a governor's child that took 16 years to prosecute.
These are some of the unbelievable facets of corruption in the Philippines that whistleblower Heidi Mendoza encountered in the course of her job as a no-nonsense state auditor.
Speaking before a World Bank-sponsored forum on "Effective Auditing as the Bane of Grand Corruption: A Tale from the Front Lines," Mendoza highlighted how corruption deprives people of their rightful share of scarce public resources.
Joining her in the panel was former journalist Sheila Coronel, Columbia University professor on investigative journalism, and former executive director of the Philippine Center of Investigative Journalism; and Rick Messick, a senior operations officer of the WB Department of Institutional Integrity, which assists corruption fighters in the bank's client countries.
Mendoza lamented how the AFP allotted more than P800 million on dubious procurement of bond paper, while an ordinary soldier gets only P12.50 in daily subsistence allowance and makes do with substandard combat boots and uniform and bullets that fail to fire.
Mendoza, who was recently appointed commissioner of the Philippine Commission on Audit by President Benigno Aquino III, narrated how it took more than 16 years for the government to prosecute a governor of the Autonomous Region for Muslim Mindanao for misusing some P25 million funds intended for rural infrastructure.
"When I started my audit, I was pregnant, and by the time the Supreme Court rendered a decision on the case, my child was more than 16 years old already," she said.
Mendoza related her experience of being slapped flimsy charges in court by powerful politicians to derail her investigative work.
"The hard part is when an auditor is charged in court because he or she does not get any support from the agency, and then left to fend for himself or herself," she said.
In her case, Mendoza said she was forced to go on leave and to hire a private lawyer to clear her name, using money she took on a salary loan.
Stressing that fighting corruption is not the sole responsibility of government, Mendoza said the people should be involved not only by exposing the corrupt, but also by refusing to be part of any dishonest transaction.
She said the public apathy and the oft-dysfunctional system of prosecution in the country contributes to corruption in society.
Mendoza observes that even a person's excessive focus on the welfare of the family could lead to corruption, because some people in public office tend to fail to draw the distinction between what is public and what is private.
"Love for family should be tempered by an even greater love for country and love of God," said Mendoza, who said it was the prayers and support of so many Filipinos that spurred her to pursue the truth and go after the grafters, even when it entailed grave personal risks.
Mendoza thinks the Aquino administration is determined to weed out corruption by appointing known graft fighters in sensitive positions like the Department of Justice, the Bureau of Internal Revenue, and COA, among others.
As new COA commissioner, Mendoza will have the actual chance to introduce the much-needed reforms she has studied during her long years as an auditor.
For instance, she said there are proposals to subject to auditing all "pork barrel"—funds appropriated from the national budget to finance local or district projects in order to promote the reelection of politicians.
These projects become a source of corruption in the form of overpricing or even "ghost" or non-existent projects.
Some progressive-minded senators and congressmen are clamoring for the abolition of this so-called “pork politics” because it perpetuates political patronage.
She also said that organizations like the World Bank and civil society should support the work of corruption fighters, in terms of providing training and creating the environment conducive to honesty and transparency in public transactions.
Mendoza shot to national prominence this year after she resigned her job at the Asian Development Bank to pursue massive corruption charges involving former AFP comptroller Carlos Garcia, who admitted to laundering more than P300 million in public funds.
As head of a special audit team assigned by then Ombudsman Simeon Marcelo, Mendoza helped prosecute retired Major General Garcia in his plunder case in the Sandiganbayan. Mendoza blew the whistle on how Garcia stashed away millions of military funds in his personal accounts.
Mendoza said it was a lonely fight when she testified in the Sandiganbayan, with only her and her husband attending, during which time she was called a liar by Garcia, along with a threat, “there is a time for reckoning."
After Marcelo resigned, the case hit a wall, and Mendoza decided to resign after she failed to get the support of her superiors at the COA.
But things turned around when Garcia’s plunder case was reduced to bribery and money laundering as a result of a questionable plea bargain deal with the Office of the Ombudsman last year.
Mendoza resurfaced and testified before congressional hearings on the plea bargain deal.
The Garcia investigation was actually triggered by events on December 18, 2003, when US Customs agents at the San Francisco International Airport seized $100,000 in cash from Garcia's two sons—Filipino Americans Juan Carlo and Ian Carl—who hid the money in their carry-on luggage.
The brothers explained in identical letters that they brought the money at the request of their parents to pay the tuition and registration fees of their New York-based brother, Timothy Mark, who was accepted at Parsons School, and to pay the initial down payment of a condominium unit near the school. FilAm Star
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Wow! Eating Manners
By CHERRY MORIONES-DOROMAL
April 26, 2011, 3:42pm
(Cherry D. at Pebble Beach,Monterey) Red wine: Hold the glass at the bottom of the bowl where it meets the stem
MANILA,Philippines -- Filipinos are known to be food lovers and perhaps, they (we) may be considered as the most flexible ones when we talk about eating.
Colloquially, we call ourselves “cowboys” or down-to-earth— meaning, it’s, generally, not a bunch of big deal as to where, what or how we eat, especially in an informal get- together. How we socialize is what is crucial.
You might remember how Former President Erap (Estrada), on several occasions, ate by hand with the masses.
Eating by hand, ladies and gentlemen , means no fork, no spoon, no chopsticks, no utensils. That stratagem had given President Estrada extra publicity.
Military and police officers have the thing called boodle fight wherein rice meal with assorted toppings is served in long banana leaves lined-up on a long table and shared by the whole battalion. There’s no plate whatsoever and everybody eats on the same banana leaf. Once more, they eat by hand.
Despite our culture, it is inevitable for us to attend formal occasions and get the chance to see a more convoluted table setting like having three glasses, nine utensils, three plates in front of us. Hence, learning and practicing table etiquette is a must.
Now, here’s a refresher course. The basic rule in utensils is to start from the outside of your place setting, and work your way toward the main meal plate (service plate). Start with your soup spoon, followed by fish knife and fork, then service knife and fork.
It is often recommended that the salad fork is set to the left of the dinner fork. However, you will encounter formal settings where the dinner fork is placed to the left of the salad fork instead; that is to suggest that the guest looks forward to the main meal before helping himself to the salad.
For cold foods or buffets, let the host announce dinner and wait until the chief guest starts dishing. Sometimes, the host directs the guests as to the manner of approaching the buffet table. For instance, if it is by table number or by wing (guests from left wing or right wing goes to which buffet table), the same is being announced.
Another informative note as culinary experts suggest is that you may start eating hot food when it is served. You do not necessarily have to wait for everyone to begin.
The way to eat:
1. In a buffet set-up. Begin with appetizers, cold cuts, etc. You may skip this part and begin with soup or salad instead if you find it too filling. As a personal tip, what I do is that I discreetly and stylishly nose around all the choices before I decide on which dishes or entrees to take. I understand that having hundreds of choices may be a perplexing experience.
In the country , we have the thing called “takaw-mata” (voracious eyes) wherein we tend to get too much food beyond what we can normally eat. This is not only a major turn off and obnoxious, it is unhealthful as well. Hence, it is recommended that we do not overload our platter with food. We can always change plate and come back for more.
2. Bread. Before buttering, it is ideal that you break rolls, muffins or slices of bread by hand in half or into bite size. That is break, then butter, break then butter sequence. What I mean is that you do not break the bread into tiny pieces all at the same time and pick them up as if you are eating peanuts.
3. Bacon. If it is crisp, crumble it with a fork and eat with your fingers. If there’s fat on it, eat with a knife and fork.
4. Finger foods. If finger meals are offered on a platter, don’t put them into your mouth right away. Place them on your plate first. Also, follow the cue of your host.
5. Prawns and Shrimps. In parties, use knife and fork (whenever available) or spoon and fork to take off the head and skin. I know how flavorsome the shrimp head is, but please avoid sucking the head of your shrimps while creating a wild sound and disrupting the other guests.
6. Foods eaten by hand: corn on the cob, spareribs (of course, not the ones in sinigang soup), lobster, clams and oysters on the half shell, chicken wings, chicken lollipops (in informal settings), sandwiches, certain fruits like bananas, olives, celery, dry cakes , veggie strips meant for dipping (eg. carrots,turnips) and cookies.
To end with today’s tips, when something gets into your mouth such as an inedible or unpalatable stuff and you want to spew it out, what do you do? For bigger bones other than fish bones and other pieces of food you don’t appreciate, the rule is that you covertly spit them into your serviette/napkin, so that you keep the stuff behind the scene.
On the other hand, olive pits must be dropped delicately into your palm before putting them onto your plate. For chicken bones, use your fork to drop them into the plate. Fish bones are meant to be removed with your fingers.
Bye for now. I hope I made you smile today as we learn.
Source: Manila Bulletin
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Inmate to graduate as valedictorian
By CZARINA NICOLE O. ONG
April 26, 2011, 6:28pm
MANILA, Philippines — A 49-year-old inmate will graduate as class valedictorian next month, proving that age and dire social circumstances are no match for inner determination.
Jacqueline Torrefiel bested 19 of her classmates enrolled in the Alternative Learning System (ALS), a course implemented by the Department of Education (DepEd) in the Lapu-Lapu City Jail and other jails nationwide.
The ALS course is an informal education system for the out-of-school youth, children in conflict areas, indigenous people, inmates, fisherfolk, farmers, rebel returnees, or for students without access to any formal learning system.
According to the DepEd, the ALS is "an anytime, anywhere learning." Its teachers use interactive modules and its sessions are done depending on the schedules of the learners and facilitators.
In jails, sessions are done three to four times a week. Inmates enjoy learning basic subjects such as Math, English, Filipino, and History.
“I want to be a model to my own kids and show them the value of education,” said Torrefiel.
In fact, Torrefiel, who is a widow and mother to four kids, was a high school dropout way back in 1976. She did not realize the value of education until she had to take on the role as breadwinner for her family. When her military officer husband passed away, Torrefiel started a dressmaking business in order to feed her children.
Sadly, the hard life forced her to dabble into drugs. Torrefiel was arrested in 2000 due to a violation of the Dangerous Drugs Act, and two of her kids were brought to a shelter since nobody was willing to take care of them.
It was in jail that Torrefiel decided to change her life for the better. She used every opportunity she had in jail to learn livelihood projects and technical courses such as dressmaking, culinary arts, and cosmetology. Suddenly, this high school dropout expressed an insatiable desire to learn and she used the money she earned in jail to sustain her children.
A ‘balut’ seller visits Hong Kong
By John Batten
Philippine Daily Inquirer
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HONG KONG’S Statue Square is a legendary place for Filipino domestic helpers about to arrive in Hong Kong for the first time: Its reputation as a meeting place for the Filipino community is well-known. There are similar meeting places in other cities worldwide where overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs) thrive.
Statue Square is an actual square with 1960s-styled fountains, seating and space located directly in front of the head office of architect Norman Foster’s futuristic-looking Hong Kong Bank building.
The main feature of the square is the “Black Man”—a statue of a long-forgotten Hong Kong Bank manager whose bronze statue was painted with a protective black sealant 12 years ago, thus, the name.
Statue Square is technically the area in front of the Hong Kong Bank building, but in parlance it refers to a wider area roughly bounded by the Filipino businesses found in Worldwide House, in the middle of Hong Kong’s Central Business District then moving around the Legislative Council building, through nearby Chater Garden, and spreading down toward Hong Kong Harbour, where the much-loved, now demolished old Star Ferry building was originally sited next to City Hall, still providing shade and shelter.
Bonus area
On Sundays and public holidays, the streets in this area—busy and congested on weekdays—are closed to traffic, a rare allowance to Hong Kong’s overseas workers and a hangover from the days of British rule.
These empty streets become a bonus area of pedestrian activity for Filipinos—rock concerts, prayer meetings, dancing, beauty pageants; cultural displays set up on temporary staging alongside picnics, gambling and casual meetings.
Remarkably the area, when filled with Filipinos, replicates a map of the Philippine archipelago. Different areas have their designated meeting places: The Ibalois of Benguet meet near the Black Man while those from Mindanao meet near City Hall.
Alwin Reamillo walked into this Sunday replication of the Philippines shouting “balu---t, balu---t!” doing his own artist performance as a balut seller.
His performance attracted little attention—he was, after all, performing in a place where activity of all kinds is common. Alwin had to compete with the itinerant photographer taking snaps and the phone-card sellers doing the rounds for those who couldn’t be bothered to walk to the nearby crowded Worldwide IDD shops.
He had to compete with prayer meetings and happy chatting and people just doing their usual Sunday routine.
Alwin’s performance replicated an earlier performance in Manila in 1999 for Ugnayan: Philippine International Performance Arts Festival. In true Reamillo style, it was embellished and extended into an eight-hour performance a week later at Hong Kong ArtWalk, a yearly one-night art event involving all Hong Kong galleries.
Alwin had a basket full of his own balut; duck eggs strengthened with plaster and emulsion and depicting a variety of scenes and maps of Hong Kong and the Philippines.
Vital artist
His balut have both a storytelling role and are objects of almost magical possession, something that could be honored and treated as an icon of mystical qualities. And in his basket he also has, for the genuinely hungry, a handful of real balut purchased in Wan Chai market, a place frequented by Filipinas to buy the shopping for their employers and a midweek meeting place.
As usual with Alwin’s work and seen on his balut, is a bouncing between cultures, historical events, locations, and a personal psychology that uncompromisingly draws on his background as the son of a Manila piano manufacturer; a graduate of the Philippine High School for the Arts and friend of other artists, writers and filmmakers; a long-time Australian resident and a well-traveled, respected and vital artist who dips in and out of the Philippines’ art world.
Talking with Alwin is always an event. With his photographic memory providing anecdotes and details, he has a raconteur’s knowledge of Philippine history, politics and a broad understanding of how it all fits in. Spirited conversations are long remembered for his wonderful diatribes, intransigence in the face of argument, and a circular confidence that the listener eventually realizes is drawn from an inner purity and passion.
Alwin lives and breathes and thinks art. The stimuli of the world and its history is altered and subverted with both humor and anger in every art piece he tackles. If, in the future, Alwin’s artistic output is placed end-to-end in art-retrospective style it will be a marvelous personal interpretation of Philippine history.
Communal work
Alwin’s recent work has revolved around large constructions and installation pieces. Often he works with communities (previously in the UK, New Zealand, Japan, Australia and the Philippines). He has directed the construction of helicopters and whales using found objects and, in what is evolving into a signature style, the use of crab shells. The community use of egg-shells will inevitably be a future and undoubtedly elaborate project.
Food has always featured prominently in Alwin’s art, this most basic of human needs being a lynchpin for Alwin the artist and an audience that can immediately relate to its subverted depiction and use in his work.
Pivotal in these community art projects is the communal preparation and eating of food. The crabs seen on the Thuringowa helicopter were communally cooked, eaten and prepared as art. Apart from being delicious fun to eat, it was a basic team-building exercise prior to working together.
His most ambitious project in this mold was the reconstitution of his family piano-making workshop with the original artisans brought together for the first time since the business closed over a decade ago. The results, a labor of love and devotion, are a series of pianos rebuilt into working order and improved by having their cases decorated by Alwin in his no-nonsense interpretations of Philippine history.
A related series of piano “wings” are simply beautiful objects. Alwin is renowned for his no-compromise-no-taboos attitude to art, so the beauty of these wings is a revelation.
Shamanistic performance
Last March, Alwin was the Hong Kong ArtWalk artist-in-residence for one month with a studio located in an industrial building overlooking the touristy Ocean Park.
The studio quickly became filled with found objects and a profusion of Reamillo ideas. The studio was almost too small to contain both! This quiet studio was the scene of great artistic energy and balut eggs rolled out, paintings painted and objects produced.
On the night of ArtWalk, Alwin tramped the streets yelling “balu---t, balu---t!” and Filipinas emerged from high-rise towers and doorways to see what was being sold.
The ArtWalk audience numbered 2,000 people. Alwin visited galleries giving in each a shamanistic performance involving cloth, incantations and mysterious circles and lines of carefully measured balut.
As a visitor here, an immigrant in Australia and, at times, a returnee to the Philippines and its art world, Alwin is often the outsider in his own performances.
After his Statue Square performance, he visited Hong Kong’s hub of Philippine commercial activity, Worldwide Plaza, with its Philippine supply stores, remittance centers, and cheap down-payment electronic shops. He was humbled by the frantic but incredibly poignant activity of the place.
Memories of that similar performance in Manila in 1999, and friends, growing up in San Andres Bukid, schooling in Makiling, and his recent decision to spend more time living in the Philippines rather than Australia, dwell in the cracks in this balut seller’s visit to Hong Kong.
John Batten organizes Hong Kong ArtWalk and writes about art, culture and heritage.
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Source: Philippine Daily Inquirer
Monday, April 25, 2011
Don’t use a hammer to swat a fly off someone’s head
Philippine Daily Inquirer
My wife, Margaret, and I were married in June 1969, and like most couples, we naively believed that nothing but smooth sailing lay ahead of us. Of course, it didn’t take long for us to find ourselves in the kinds of minor disagreements that all couples experience, especially when they’re first adjusting to married life.
Like most people, I thought I was right nearly all the time, and I let Margaret know about it. I’ve always been a good talker, and I can be pretty persuasive, so I used my skills to win our arguments. We never yelled or screamed at each other. It was always very rational and controlled, but I always made sure I won. The problem was that with my approach, Margaret always had to lose.
And I truly didn’t realize that winning at all costs could eventually jeopardize our marriage, until one day when Margaret sat me down, shared how she felt when we argued, and explained what it was doing to our relationship. It was the first time I understood I was putting winning the arguments ahead of winning the relationship.
From that day I decided to change.
Realizing that having the right attitude was more important than having the right answers, I softened my approach, listened more, and stopped making a big deal out of little things. In time, the wall that had begun to form came down, and we began building bridges. And since that time, I’ve made a conscious effort to initiate connection anytime I’m in conflict with someone I care about.
Let’s face it. Because of their personalities, some people are inclined to use a hammer, even when something gentler will do. That’s my natural inclination. But now, when tempted to use overkill, I try to temper my behavior using the following four Ts. You may want to embrace them when you find yourself in a similar situation.
1. Total picture
Do you come to conclusions long before the problem has been laid out before you? That’s a common occurrence for most of us. To keep from hammering people with answers before they finished asking the question, I’ve trained myself to follow this process:
• Listen,
• Ask questions,
• Listen again,
• Ask more questions,
• Listen some more,
• Then Respond.
I find that if I slow myself down, I’m more likely to respond patiently and appropriately.
2. Timing
When you act is as important as taking the right action. Even knowing when not to act can be important. Noted hostess and writer Lady Dorothy Nevill observed, “The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing in the right place, but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.”
It seems to me that the most common cause of bad timing in relationships is selfish motives. For that reason, when little things bother us, our number one objective must be putting our personal agendas aside and building the relationship.
Once you’ve examined your motives, then you need to ask yourself two timing questions: 1) Am I ready to confront? That’s a pretty easy one to answer because it’s really a matter of whether you’ve done your homework. The second is harder: 2) Is the other person ready to hear? If you’ve laid a relational foundation, and the two of you are not in the “heat of battle,” then the answer is more likely to be yes.
3. Tone
The writer of Proverbs stated, “A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” Haven’t you found that to be true? People often respond more to our attitudes and actions than to our words. And many petty conflicts occur because people use the wrong tone of voice. The next time someone says something to you in anger, respond with gentleness and kindness. In response, the other person is likely to tone down, if not soften, his attitude.
4. Temperature
As tempers flare, people are prone to dropping bombs when using a slingshot will do. And that can cause a lot of trouble because the size of a problem changes based on the heat applied to it.
In general, if the reaction is more heated than the action, the problem usually increases. If the reaction is less intense than the action, the problem usually decreases.
That’s why I try to follow a self-imposed guideline that I like to call the Reprimand Rule: Take thirty seconds to share feelings—and then it’s over. Anytime we let a little thing create a big reaction (longer than 30 seconds), then we’re using a hammer.
Psychologist Abraham Maslow once observed, “If the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail.” That might work with some issues, but it’s a terrible way to treat people. Relationships require more judicious treatment. Pay attention to the Four Ts in conflict, especially regarding the little things, and you’ll be more likely to solve the problem while preserving the relationship.
(Reprinted with permission from The John Maxwell Company and Inspire Leadership Consultancy. Attend the 58th Developing The Leader Within You workshop with Maxwell-certified facilitator Francis Kong. Call 687-2614 and look for Kriselle. Special group rates available. Visit us at www.inspireleaders.com.ph)
Source: Philippine Daily Inquirer
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