Hello, folks. My name is Brad; I'm a retired English teacher who specialized in seniors and juniors at a Massachusetts high school. I love a good novel, a fine poem. My home for the past seven years has been in Cabanatuan City, which is centrally located on the island of Luzon in the Philippines. My "sigoth" Glenda and I, along with Glenda's daughter Krizza, live in a cozy outbuilding on the estate of Teresita Tecson, whose family asked me to come live with them four years ago. I've met many fine people here, made good friendships, helped out where I could, accepted help when it was offered. Started this blog a few months after coming to the Philippines, and have kept a double focus throughout these pages: one, to let you enter my personal life and the lives of Filipinos close to me; two, to offer overviews of current issues important to Filipinos, as well as the customs and heritage of a remarkable people. Cheers!
Joy-Joy is visiting with us, and, at the risk of this being discovered by an irate Krizza, I'll just slip in this shot of the two of them catching a snooze this afternoon!
3.30.25
Wedding Plans for Angelo; Midterms on the Way
When a Filipino guy has six adult sisters, there is little for him to worry about regarding the planning and financing of his wedding. Unlike in America, the groom's family is expected to plan and pay for weddings here, and for Angelo's sisters the weekend that just ended was a stressful time. Much was accomplished regarding plans and invitations, though, and P30,000 was raised (yes, of course Glenda and I threw in). Angelo and Princess will be married May 10.
The midterm elections will be held two days after the wedding on May 12. Twelve of the Senate's 24 seats, 317 congressional seats, and thousands of local posts are being contested. Yesterday, while Glenda and Krizza were at the family convocation in Rizal, I woke from an afternoon snooze to the noises of a large crowd of people in the street outside; I pulled on my pants and went out on the doorstep to see what the hubbub was about, and there I met up with Teresita and her orphaned grandson Edward, age 2. They were sitting on the doorstep's stone ledge, which doubles as a kind of bench, watching two or three hundred people, some with banners, surge away from us toward the Maharlika Highway. I'd just missed the procession of a mayoral candidate, which, Teresita informed me, was heading for Freedom Park -- a pretty, grassy area with towering acacia trees, encompassing several blocks in the center of the city -- to partake in an assembly. Teresita went on, in a critical tone, to compare elections in the West to those in the Philippines. "So much noise and arguing, and -- and violence here to choose politicians," she said, then went on to describe the orderliness of elections in the UK, where most people "just mail in their vote!" I told her that American elections were becoming more and more opprobrious, and political violence on a pretty large scale had already taken place in the U.S.
She smiled in a dismissive way, and I realized that political gun violence and assassinations were what she had referred to -- and yes, in that contest the Philippines has the U.S. beat, at least for now. Last August, as candidates were registering their candidacy, two vice mayoral candidates (for different cities) were shot dead. Stop points on roadways have police checking motorists for guns, which are not allowed outside of houses for three months surrounding elections; that edict gunmen have successfully evaded in the past, and, one guesses, will in the future, too.
The tail end of yesterday's procession.
3.21.25
Prom Night
My one prom night happened in my senior year at Cohasset High School (1976). In the Philippines, there is a prom night for 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th graders. Krizza attends the 7th grade prom of the Jolly Hearts Academy tonight, and Glenda and Krizza are squabbling now as Glenda helps her young student with her makeup. Later, Krizza will don a rented gown. It's a hoop gown, but Glenda will "install" the hoop only after she and Krizza arrive at the hotel where the prom will take place: while wearing the hoop, Krizza would simply not fit into the car. Prom-goers in the lower grades do not have dates. Rather, they are paired by staff with a student of the opposite sex for the performance of a cotillion, a formal dance which they have been practicing in school. After this performance, I'm guessing the boys clump with the boys and the girls with the girls for dinner; they are, after all, 7th graders! Parents are invited and Glenda will attend; I'll stay at home with the cats, make myself a big bowl of mac and cheese (never did go in for such affairs: attended senior prom to please my parents and a girlfriend only). Charged the battery for the camera Glenda will take with her, and I'll add some pics before posting this tomorrow.
What else has been going on? We enjoy the new oven. Used the rotisserie to create a juicy whole chicken, and other tasty dishes have come out of that box. Haven't gotten around to sweets yet, but we will. We have been buying other things: let's see, a printer for the computer; a table for pc and printer; a hand-vacuum for the car and mattresses . . . . In other, much more dire news, deaths from rabies reached a new high in the Philippines in 2024: 246 Filipinos met painful deaths, caused more often than not by family pets. And so I called in the pet carrier I had loaned out to Mariel -- we'll bring Phoebe and Sophie to the vets next week for vaccinations. They both spend time outdoors now, and though they mainly keep to the compound, both have been spotted in the outer environs (strays, I'll add, occasionally find their way into the compound).
Rodrigo Duterte refused to attend sessions of his trial in a courtroom of the International Criminal Court, but acceded to using teleconferencing to observe the sessions and respond to prosecutors and his own attorneys. Philippine media is awash with his dour expression on a television screen. Sara Duterte is also using teleconferencing from the Hague to fulfill as many vice-presidential responsibilities as she can.
Thanks to friendly breezes out of the northeast, temperatures remain comfortable. We are on the cusp of Philippine summer (April till the rains start near the end of June), and scorchers lie ahead of us, we know.
A serene queen. And Glenda did get her into the car, hoop skirt and all!
3.12.25
Duterte Arrested and Flown to the Hague!
Arriving from Hong Kong after a short visit there, Rodrigo Duterte found himself suddenly surrounded by armed security personnel at Aquino Airport in Manila. The security force arrested him and eventually put him on a plane to Amsterdam, with an ultimate destination of the Hague and Scheveningen Prison, where he'll await trial. When one considers the facts that this man was the last president of the country, and that his daughter is the current vice president, one realizes what a big deal this is.
In a briefing close to midnight, President Marcos said, "Interpol asked for help, and we obliged because we have commitments to Interpol which we have to fulfill. If we don't do that, they will not -- they will no longer help us with other cases involving Filipinos fugitives abroad." The International Criminal Court had indicted Duterte after a lengthy investigation into his involvement in the extrajudicial killings of people involved in the illegal drug trade during his tenure as president. We'll never know how many lives were snuffed out: various authorities place the number killed by sanctioned police and vigilantes at anywhere from 12,000 to 30,000. The worst of the slaughter took place in Metro Manila, but killings took place across the islands, and Nueva Ecija, with 156 drug suspects shot down, was no exception. Police shot and killed three young men and a woman one night in a "buy and bust" operation on a dark road between rice fields, not far from where I live. It was on the route to the house of my girlfriend at the time; for quite a while I tensed up whenever I drove around that corner.
There is a great deal of consternation and debate among Filipinos over the sudden arrest and deportation of Duterte. "How can a president kidnap his predecessor, one whose daughter is his own vice president, and hand him over to an international court?" "Well, how can any Philippine president encourage the streetside executions of people selling some shabu?" (Shabu is the slang term here for crystal methamphetamine.) And so on. As I've noted in a previous posting or two, a rupture occurred in the former alliance between the Marcoses and the Dutertes when the current administration was still young; many see the removal of the Duterte patriarch as a Marcos stratagem designed to strengthen his own family's political power. If there is some truth in this belief, I like to think Ferdinand Marcos, Jr. also has feelings for the mothers, fathers, and children of the thousands who met an unusually violent "justice."
Vice president Sara Duterte has flown to the Hague to help prepare her father's defense.
Politics in Duterte arrest? Marcos says ‘gov’t doing its job’
Heatmap of Drug-Related Violence - Violence, Human Rights, and Democracy in the Philippines
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