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Kailan at Saan

Hanggang kailan ang paghihintay.
Hustisya, nasaan ka?
Tulad ka din ba nila Ama
Na naglahong parang bula?
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SAD Speech at 19th Annual Conference in Italy

A member of SAD was able to participate and given a chance to tell her tales as a daughter of a desaparecidos in the 19th Annual Conference in E. Balducci Centre Zugliano, Italy.
 

My name is Relyn T. Bon, 21 years old, a graduate of Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education in the University of Pasig, Philippines. I am currently working as an Administrative and Finance Staff of Teachers’ Dignity Coalition a non-government organization for teachers in the Philippines. I’m here to represent Families of Victims of Involuntary Disappearance (FIND) – a human rights advocate in the Philippines where the Samahan ng mga Anak ng Desaparecidos or Association of the Children of the Disappeared from which I take part. It is one of the pet programs they established to help for the rehabilitation of sons/daughters of the victim of involuntary disappearance. I am glad to be part of the 19th Annual Conference here at Balducci Centre, reflecting upon: “Children and Women of the World: Protagonist of the Human Future”. It is indeed a great privilege to be a proactive participant of this convention.

I really feel so honored to share with you my personal experienced as a child of a disappeared and how our family faced the situation. I’m just one of the numerous children, parents, wives, brothers and sister of the disappeared in the Philippines who are also experienced losing a loved ones. Some victims were found surfaced alive; while other found dead and many are still remain missing.

We are six siblings in the family of three girls and three boys. I am the youngest. My mother’s name is Yolanda T. Bon, 56 of age a member of FIND. She was only three months pregnant with me when my father disappeared. A simple housewife but because of the disappearance of my father she work hard for her to support and fed us. My father’s name is Remigio P. Bon,   He was a labor leader and a member of Alyansa ng Manggagawa sa Pasig (ALMAPAS) a labor organization. He disappeared August 8, 1989 at Barangay Ueg, San Mariano, Isabela, Philippines. The probable cause of his disappearance is politically motivated. My father’s disappearance has been psychologically and emotionally traumatizing our surviving family, because he is the breadwinner in the family. A very sad experienced that I have because I grew up without him to guide and to care for me while I’m growing. I lost the person who could be the first source of my strength and help me when I’m in trouble or need advice. It’s very difficult to realize that I missed out the father who could make me laugh or smile when I feel bad and most specially to show his love for me. But I know wherever he is now he protects our family.

After six years of his disappearance the horrible remains of my father was exhumed June 23, 1995 I was five years old then. FIND workers, together with my mother and the University of the Philippines (UP) Anthropologist Professor Jerome Bailen went to Barangay Ueg, San Mariano, Isabela Philippines to conduct a low profile investigation and searched to my father’s remains. Base on the investigation that they conducted the result was positive. The remains of my father brought to the UP laboratory for the examination of his skeletal remains and base on the autopsy report my father was summarily executed. He was given a final burial October 29, 1995. Enforced Disappearance is the most cruel and most brutal form of human rights violation because it violates the right to life of a victim like what had happened to my father. Indeed, my father’s human rights were violated and the worst part of the story since our bread winner and the head of our family’s life were taken away from us we until now are suffering form its holistic turmoil.

Our country, the Philippines, is one of those who have reports on human rights violations and our family’s story is just one of the various cases. One specific case of human Rights violation in the Philippines is the so – called enforced Disappearance. What is Enforced Disappearance? Enforced Disappearance – “is the arrest, detention, abduction or any other form of deprivation of liberty by agent of the state or by persons or group of persons acting with the authorization, support or acquiescence of the State, followed by a refusal to acknowledge the deprivation of liberty or by concealment of the fate or whereabouts of the disappeared person, which place such a person outside the protection of the law.” (as define by the International Convention for the Protection of All Persons from Enforced Disappearance).

We as human beings are entitled to certain rights or freedom of action to realize our innermost potentials and to achieve our goals and aspirations. Needless to say basically we have the right to life, to dignity, self-development, to survive, to self-determination and to national development. But as much as we would like to preserve the inalienable and inviolable rights of each human family, violations of the said rights are happening in each country. Reported atrocities of human rights violation are been reported in the United Nations and other international body and non-governmental organizations which advocated the protection of human rights. Continue reading

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Anak ng DESAPARECIDOS

ni Bernah Bernardo

 
Yan ang larawan ng pamilya na hindi ko na muling naramdaman
Ang apat na kamay sa aking munting katawan
Ay naging dalawa na, mula na lamang kay Nanay
Kaya naman may bahagi ng katawan ko na laging giniginaw
 
Sa kabila nito, patuloy akong lumaki
Natutong tumawa, gumapang at tumayo
Sa lahat ng ito, si Inay at mga kapatid lamang ang nakasama
Walang amang dadampot kapag ako’y nadadapa
Walang mababang boses na awit kapag ako’y matutulog
At walang mahinahong payo sa bawat pagkakamali ko.
 
Sa munting mga paraan,
natuto akong maglaro.
Minsan isang araw, nakakita ako ng bata
bukod sa kanyang nanay, may kahawak pa siya sa kabilang kamay
malaki ang katawan, mataas na parang higante
mukhang malakas at matapang.
“Tatay” ang narinig ko nang siya’y tawagin ng bata.
Ako’y tumingin kay Nanay at pagkatapos tumingin sa kabila kong kamay.
Bakit walang nakahawak sa akin na Tatay? Continue reading
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UNSILENCED

UNSILENCED by SAD_ph
UNSILENCED, a photo by SAD_ph on Flickr.

Listen to the CRIES of the CHILDREN OF ‘DESAPARECIDOS’.
visit http://www.anakngdesaparecidos.wordpress.com

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A DESAPARECIDO TO A POLITICAL PRISONER.

Free Nitoy Itaas! Free All Political Prisoners - TFDP

I am daughter of a desaparecido, but I was also a daughter of political prisoner.

Years ago, when I was still unconscious of how the society works; when all I know in life was toys and games; I saw my father in the news raising his fist up high. I asked my aunts what was happening and they just said that my father was now a super star.  Amusing but I know it was never like that. The next thing I knew, I never saw my father again. Not until we visited him in Camp Crame. Not behind bars but still confine.

I am my Papa’s girl. And not being able to play with him was in no way easy. What more writing letter of how much you want to go to the zoo? Of how great you are in school? Of how much you miss him? Of when is he coming home? I was eight back then and still, I asked them where my father is? Lies were thrown at me that he was just working and can’t come home. Lies for I was too young to understand.  To young to know.  After a few months he was released.

But fate decided not to be good to our family. For after four years he was again taken from us. This time, we really have look hard for we don’t know where he is exactly. From hospital to morgue, to precinct to military camps. Mama was restless and scared. We are restless and scared. At twelve, I was still young. But old enough to know that it happened before. Old enough to understand and to know what was going on. Continue reading

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Anchored on Principles

“LIGTAS SA KARAHASAN Jemimah G. Crismo, 13 yrs old 15” x 20”, oil pastel on board

Meet Rigor, born and raised in Bicol. His grandfather is a lawyer. His father is a lawyer. They are a clan of lawyers. His mother always says that it’s about time that they put an end to their clan’s practice of fighting for the rights of the poor pro bono. Rigor has met and known all kinds of people: politicians,actors, workers… all sorts of people coming from all sectors of society.

Because of the people surrounding him, his eyes were gradually opened to the true colors of people, the true colors of the world. True, his predecessors were always associated with human rights issues. But, his own knowledge about such things seemed lacking.

He couldn’t help but be involved in the human rights movement. If you look closely at its advocates, you will see that most of them are workers looking for justice after suffering from abusive elements of the rich and bourgeoisie. They are workers looking for something to lean on and energize them during those times when the movement seems devoid of hope. In them, Rigor found a friend, a family that he considers his own.

But in any struggle, it is difficult if not impossible to prevent violence and crimes from taking place. Fabricated cases hound the workers. Times like these, Rigor’s “family” needs him most. He did all he can to make things right , to fight for the rights of others. In the process, he had to face powerful adversaries in court people who were highly influential.

One day, Rigor was on his way home from a hearing when armed men suddenly blocked his way. He was forcibly dragged into a car with no plate number. The driver immediately revved its motor to take Rigor to their safehouse as quickly as possible. Rigor was blindfolded before he was made to get off from the car. He was taken to a room where the only sounds he could hear were the armed men saying things like, ” I don’t think this one will still be alive by the time the sun rises.” Continue reading

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DARKNESS IS GOODNESS

Darkness Is Also Good
It Is An Essential Part Of The Universe
God Created It, And It Created Us

Without Darkness, How Can We Sleep Deeply?!
Without Darkness, How Can Daytime Be Nighttime?!
Without Darkness, How Can We Have A Healthy Hair?!
Without Darkness, How Can Our Pupil Absorb The Light?!

Without Darkness, How Can Black People Start The Human Race?!
Without Darkness, How Can We Explore The Vast Outer Space?!
Without Darkness, How Can We Watch A Pretty Eclipse?!
Without Darkness, How Can A Black Hole Perform Its Role?!

Without Darkness, How Can Solar Panels Absorb Energy?!
Without Darkness, How Can A Charcoal Burn Efficiently?!
Without Darkness, How Can Oil Emit Some Energy?!
Without Darkness, How Can We Watch A Monochrome TV?! Continue reading

MULING BUHAYIN

by Hermon Silverio L. Sevilla IV

patay na apo
yuko na ang ulo
suko na ang mandirigma…

heto na ako sa aking libingan

ibabaon nang hindi man lang umusbong
makakalimutan nang hindi man lang naalala
mabubulok nang hindi man lang nagbunga.

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Dreams, the Other Side of Reality

I, Gardo, am a leader of farmers. I have a wife who is three months pregnant with our first child.

I was at a meeting until 8:00 one night. When I got home, I felt my eyelids slowly getting heavier… I was so tired, I didn’t even realize that I had fallen asleep. I woke up at the same time that the rooster crowed. It was already 5:00. Oh no, the sun will already be up by the time I hit the road! my wife scolded me as I was getting dressed. “Hoy! The morning light will soon catch up on you, hurry up!” she said. There was a knock on the door. Tok! Tok! When we opened the door, two armed men barged in and took me by force. We were helpless as they dragged me towards the mountain. They started beating me up. “Aaarrgh!!” My jaws almost shattered because of the hard beatings. I was drowning from the blood oozing from my nose. I could no longer see anything. The only sound I could hear was their laughter, “Hahahahaha!” When we reached the top of the mountain, they pointed a gun at me and suddenly, bang! Continue reading

THANK YOU

“MALAYANG MAKAPAGPAHAYAG” Ezekiel O. Estojero, 17 yrs old 15” x 20”, oil pastel on board

Thank you, Itay. You are the one who made Inay and me alive with colors.

Your comrades and I know that while you were still alive, you valued and loved them as you valued and loved Inay and me. That’s why even during those times when you failed to get home, I was always sure that one of your comrades has sheltered you.

Thank you so much, Itay. We will never know the kind of pain you endured while they tried to force a confession out of you… your crushed fingers… your bloodied face… your broken bones… you wanted to escape that pain but you weren’t able to because of the inhuman way they treated you body, as if you’re a pig being butchered in a slaughterhouse. You almost died of pain, feeling as if each breath you drew will be your last.

They put you in a drum that served as your coffin, which they nonchalantly threw into the river. The people who did this to you are harsh, cruel, and ruthless.

Inay cried when you disappeared, at a loss at what to do. I cried too in a dark corner, feeling like my future has crumbled because of your disappearance. We didn’t even have a body to mourn over. Not even bones. They are heartless, Itay. Heartless and soulless.

My fervent hope is that we find justice for you while all along remaining true to our fellowmen and our country – just like you. Continue reading

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