Obviously, there's no love lost between Etta Rosales, Commission of
Human Rights honcho, and Mayor Rody Duterteof Davao. Rosales chided
Duterte for commenting on the slapping incident involving Q.C. Mayor
Herbert Bautista vis-a-vis a chinese national caught red-handed by
police in possession of shabu worth millions of pesos. Bautista
slapped twice the chinese drug dealer as it showed disrespect and
cockiness to Bautista, especially in front of so many media people.
Mayor Duterte, when asked to comment to Bautista's actuations, said
that Bautista was even too tame or kind ("mabait") according to Duterte.
He quipped that he could have kicked and dropped the chinese drug
dealer at the Davao Gulf to become food for starving fishes.
Etta
Rosales, when interviewed on national TV about her reaction to Mayor
Duterte's comments re the above slapping incident, categorically, and
emphatically said that Duterte should have refrained from making any
comments, and have just kept quiet so as not to make bad influence on
less discerning minds.
I know where Etta Rosales is coming from
in her said comments. However, I find the implications of her statements
re Mayor Duterte's comments a bit off-tangent, specially coming from
one who's the Chair of the Commision of Human Rights of this republic.
Firstly, isn't someone's right to speak out one's mind or freedom of
expression, just like what Mayor Duterte did, a basic human right too
(of course things will have a different complexion if applied with the
principle of "clear and present danger")?. Thus, didn't Ms. Rosales
herself break Mayor Duterte's right to self-expression when she made
those comments, specially when so done in front of national TV?
Secondly, another basic human right is to have the freedom to think what
one wants to think. But here, Ms. Rosales is in fact limiting people
from POSSIBLY thinking what they may want to think. Also, unless, Ms.
Rosales has clear-cut evidence that Mayor Duterte's comments COULD
indeed be a bad influence on "less discerning minds," she has no right
to claim that Mayor Duterte is INDEED a bad influence on "less
discerming minds." Ms. Rosales is also guilty of the fallacy of
NON-SEQUITUR. Also, isn't it quite CONDESCENDING of Ms. Rosales to say
that Mayor Duterte is a bad influence on less discerning minds? Implying
that those who agree with Mayor Duterte are "less discerning minds." Mme. Rosales, Chair of the Commission on Human Rights, may not agree with Mayor Duterte, but shouldn't she herself had defended his right to say his mind, and the right of those "less discerning minds" to think what they want to think?
Enough of this Ma'am Etta. May I please instead call on you to do
something about the plight of MINDANAWON MARCOS MARTIAL LAW VICTIMS
(WEREN'T YOU A MARTIAL LAW VICTIM YOURSELF) just like those who up till
now are still having a hard, if not HORRIBLE time, making their claims.
May I please invite you Ma'am Etta Rosales, Chair fo the Commission of
Human Rights to PLEASE PAY CLOSE ATTENTION to what a claimant, Bro. Karl
Gaspar (CSSR), said about his HORRIFIC ORDEAL when he came over to the
CHR-APPOINTED VENUE to formally make a claim as a Martial Law Victim:
Karl Gaspar
5 August
VICTIMIZING THE VICTIMS TWICE OVER (PART II)
I was furious… as in really, really FURIOUS; I felt like a volcano
ready the erupt anytime. The susunod na kabanata turned out to be –
literally – nakakasuka. As I underwent another frustrating day waiting
in line to file my documents as a Human Rights Violations’ Victim (the
term used to label us by the Human Rights Claimants Board or HRCB in
conjunction with the Commission on Human Rights), I felt my blood rising
to a dangerous level.
If not for the maintenance medicine I take
every morning, I could have collapsed while lining up again this
morning. At various moments, I felt like vomiting while waiting for my
turn to have my documents processed. There were similar complaints I
heard from claimants who were senior citizens like me who were at the
Almendras gym today.
This was how today turned out. After the
harrowing day yesterday, I returned to the Almendras gym at 7:20 a.m.
There was a huge crowd already lining up. Those of us issued numbers the
previous day positioned ourselves near the entrance as we were promised
to be the first ones to be allowed entry to the gym. A quarter before
8:00 one of the staff of the HRCB announced that only those issued
numbers on Monday would be entertained today, as 600 were given numbers.
Based on what they were able to accomplish on Monday with only 300+
claimants; documents processed, only 300 more could be processed today
Tuesday.
She then announced that those who were from Davao
Oriental and Norte as well as Compostela Valley should go home and wait
for instructions as to when they will go to Tagum City sometime in
September for their turn to have their documents processed. Only those
from Davao City would be given numbers today but will need to return
tomorrow. However, my guess was that there would be more than 500 from
Davao City who have no numbers. So can all of them be covered on the
last day of this 3-day marathon? (Apparently, yesterday afternoon, all
those who came from Cotabato were entertained so they could all return
home. As for those coming from Davao del Sur, there was no instruction
as to when will their turn be.)
With that announcement, a good
number left the compound but there were new arrivals so the crowd still
jampacked the front of the gym. Meanwhile, we thought the gates would
open at 8 a.m. so that proceedings would begin. For whatever was the
reason, the gates opened only by 9 a.m., an hour late. We patiently
waited for instructions what was going to happen next. I was beside
Kalay Montera from Mandug, wife of Doming, who was my co-detainee.
(Doming died last May so Kalay, as widow, came to file the claims).
Those of us with assigned numbers (mine was 446, not 445 as I wrote
earlier) were now given a new set of numbers as we lined up. I had No.
36. Kalay was not feeling well, so we managed to find chairs to sit on
while we waited for our turn to be called.
Meanwhile, one could
see that given the circumstances, there were those who just arrived
today who found ways to find someone they knew among the gatekeepers so
they didn’t have to stand in line and be allowed entry even ahead of us.
That made me furious even more as I saw a few of them being able to
enjoy the privilege. I wanted to object openly but didn’t have the
energy to do so anymore. At this point, I was going to conserve whatever
energy was left in my body so I could finish and go home as early as
possible.
I thought that since I had my number, I just had to
patiently wait for my turn, submit my documents, sign whatever is to be
signed, finish all that needed to be done and then go home to finally be
rid of this nuisance. It was not meant to be; I was to be subjected to
more horrors (which, of course, did not only happen to me). Something
has been really terribly wrong about the procedures followed by the HRCB
in conjunction with the CHR. There were no clear instructions that we
could access, not even in the websites as to exactly what documents were
required and what procedures would be followed in the actual site like
the one held here at the Almendras gym.
In the absence of an
office set up by the HRCB/CHR in Davao City, there was no place we could
check on these details before 4-6 August. We thought that since the
Ateneo Legal Center (APILA) had gotten into the act – as a voluntary
agency to assist claimants – we all assumed that the advice of the staff
of APILA was enough. I had been to the APILA office enough times to be
able to check out what exactly were the documents I should bring and
their instructions I thought were sufficient enough. This, however, was
not the case. Neither did the HRCB/CHR put up signs at the venue - with
all the details especially in terms of documents to be brought - for us
to check before falling in line. And there was no one at the site who
could give us the right information before we lined up. So we lined up,
waited and waited and when we finally reach the tables where our
documents were processed, that was the only time we knew if we had all
the documents required.
In the inner sanctum, we had to report to
three tables. In each table there was a staff person (or volunteer) who
would check the documents. It turned out that it was not necessary to
go through the 3 tables, as they did practically the same thing, namely
to find out if all documents were on hand. But each table had its own
interpretation regarding the documents; one table insisted on the true
copies, another was OK just with the Xerox, another did not need IDs
issued by government agencies, another was OK with ID of private school.
All three however indicated that the final arbiter was the fourth table
where the lawyers were who would finally decide if all documents were
in order. I didn’t want to waste more time, so I asked the one in the
third table to just tell me straight what were the final documents
required so I did not have to go to the final table of the lawyers to be
told to still collect more documents. I was told to make sure the
certified true copies of documents were available and IDs issued by
government agencies.
So off I went, got out of the gym, walk
under the heat of the sun, find a taxi and went home so I could collect
all all that I still needed. (As it turned out, Murphy’s law was in full
force once more today; not only did it take time to find a taxi along
that busy road but the traffic was terrible). To make the story short, I
was back inside the gym 30 minutes later. I got the OK of the third
table and was ushered to the final table, where we took again the circle
seats to wait for our turn. Lo and behold, the guys at the table didn’t
look like lawyers at all; they looked like they were college
freshmen!!!
And when my turn came, I faced this very young man
named Bernard Laguindino who told me later that he was a college student
from Manila hired by the HRCB to come to Davao for this event. He
certainly was no lawyer, he was not even a law student. So why did the
staff at the three tables referred to them as lawyers? Perhaps the only
reason he got hired was because he could operate the gadgets. I wondered
what he knew about the Marcos dictatorship and if he cared to know
about human rights violations. He hardly looked at my papers and didn’t
care if I had certified true copies or Xerox copies. He then asked me to
sign my signature on a pad and then took my photo. Two minutes later, I
had my blue paper labelled Acknowledgment Receipt and My Docket No. was
2014-11-00396.
And that was it. I was done and I was told to
take the exit. It was a pyric victory of sort. I won in the end, but I
didn’t feel victorious at all.
Going out by the side door and
reaching the part where hundreds were still waiting for their numbers, I
spotted a few of those with whom I spent time in prison. They were
still waiting for their numbers. I shared with them what my experiences
were and warned them what to expect when it was their turn to enter the
inner sanctum. One of them finally blurted out: Mora man tag gitorture
na sab ani oy! (It is as if we are undergoing torture once again!)
It was 11:45 a.m. when I left the comrades at the site of our new
experience of torture and went home, feeling very tired but also feeling
very sorry for the hundreds who remained there. I walked to the circle
where I could find a jeepney to bring me home. There stood the statue of
Andres Bonifacio and I thought of a line from his poem: Aling pag-ibig
pa ang hihigit kaya sa pagkadalisay at pagkadakila, tulad ng pag-ibig sa
tinubuang lupa!
And with a sense of bitterness, I could not help
but think: oh what some of us of our generation did for the love of
this country; but having undergone a recent eight-hour ordeal (five
hours on Monday and three hours today), was it all worth it?
(Below is foto of my ACKNOWLEDGEMENT RECEIPT, received only afrer the 8-hour "torture" sessions).
Photo: VICTIMIZING THE VICTIMS TWICE OVER (PART II) I was furious… as
in really, really FURIOUS; I felt like a volcano ready the erupt
anytime. The susunod na kabanata turned out to be – literally –
nakakasuka. As I underwent another frustrating day waiting in line to
file my documents as a Human Rights Violations’ Victim (the term used to
label us by the Human Rights Claimants Board or HRCB in conjunction
with the Commission on Human Rights), I felt my blood rising to a
dangerous level. If not for the maintenance medicine I take every
morning, I could have collapsed while lining up again this morning. At
various moments, I felt like vomiting while waiting for my turn to have
my documents processed. There were similar complaints I heard from
claimants who were senior citizens like me who were at the Almendras gym
today. This was how today turned out. After the harrowing day
yesterday, I returned to the Almendras gym at 7:20 a.m. There was a huge
crowd already lining up. Those of us issued numbers the previous day
positioned ourselves near the entrance as we were promised to be the
first ones to be allowed entry to the gym. A quarter before 8:00 one of
the staff of the HRCB announced that only those issued numbers on Monday
would be entertained today, as 600 were given numbers. Based on what
they were able to accomplish on Monday with only 300+ claimants;
documents processed, only 300 more could be processed today Tuesday. She
then announced that those who were from Davao Oriental and Norte as
well as Compostela Valley should go home and wait for instructions as to
when they will go to Tagum City sometime in September for their turn to
have their documents processed. Only those from Davao City would be
given numbers today but will need to return tomorrow. However, my guess
was that there would be more than 500 from Davao City who have no
numbers. So can all of them be covered on the last day of this 3-day
marathon? (Apparently, yesterday afternoon, all those who came from
Cotabato were entertained so they could all return home. As for those
coming from Davao del Sur, there was no instruction as to when will
their turn be.) With that announcement, a good number left the compound
but there were new arrivals so the crowd still jampacked the front of
the gym. Meanwhile, we thought the gates would open at 8 a.m. so that
proceedings would begin. For whatever was the reason, the gates opened
only by 9 a.m., an hour late. We patiently waited for instructions what
was going to happen next. I was beside Kalay Montera from Mandug, wife
of Doming, who was my co-detainee. (Doming died last May so Kalay, as
widow, came to file the claims). Those of us with assigned numbers (mine
was 446, not 445 as I wrote earlier) were now given a new set of
numbers as we lined up. I had No. 36. Kalay was not feeling well, so we
managed to find chairs to sit on while we waited for our turn to be
called. Meanwhile, one could see that given the circumstances, there
were those who just arrived today who found ways to find someone they
knew among the gatekeepers so they didn’t have to stand in line and be
allowed entry even ahead of us. That made me furious even more as I saw a
few of them being able to enjoy the privilege. I wanted to object
openly but didn’t have the energy to do so anymore. At this point, I was
going to conserve whatever energy was left in my body so I could finish
and go home as early as possible. I thought that since I had my number,
I just had to patiently wait for my turn, submit my documents, sign
whatever is to be signed, finish all that needed to be done and then go
home to finally be rid of this nuisance. It was not meant to be; I was
to be subjected to more horrors (which, of course, did not only happen
to me). Something has been really terribly wrong about the procedures
followed by the HRCB in conjunction with the CHR. There were no clear
instructions that we could access, not even in the websites as to
exactly what documents were required and what procedures would be
followed in the actual site like the one held here at the Almendras gym.
In the absence of an office set up by the HRCB/CHR in Davao City, there
was no place we could check on these details before 4-6 August. We
thought that since the Ateneo Legal Center (APILA) had gotten into the
act – as a voluntary agency to assist claimants – we all assumed that
the advice of the staff of APILA was enough. I had been to the APILA
office enough times to be able to check out what exactly were the
documents I should bring and their instructions I thought were
sufficient enough. This, however, was not the case. Neither did the
HRCB/CHR put up signs at the venue - with all the details especially in
terms of documents to be brought - for us to check before falling in
line. And there was no one at the site who could give us the right
information before we lined up. So we lined up, waited and waited and
when we finally reach the tables where our documents were processed,
that was the only time we knew if we had all the documents required. In
the inner sanctum, we had to report to three tables. In each table there
was a staff person (or volunteer) who would check the documents. It
turned out that it was not necessary to go through the 3 tables, as they
did practically the same thing, namely to find out if all documents
were on hand. But each table had its own interpretation regarding the
documents; one table insisted on the true copies, another was OK just
with the Xerox, another did not need IDs issued by government agencies,
another was OK with ID of private school. All three however indicated
that the final arbiter was the fourth table where the lawyers were who
would finally decide if all documents were in order. I didn’t want to
waste more time, so I asked the one in the third table to just tell me
straight what were the final documents required so I did not have to go
to the final table of the lawyers to be told to still collect more
documents. I was told to make sure the certified true copies of
documents were available and IDs issued by government agencies. So off I
went, got out of the gym, walk under the heat of the sun, find a taxi
and went home so I could collect all all that I still needed. (As it
turned out, Murphy’s law was in full force once more today; not only did
it take time to find a taxi along that busy road but the traffic was
terrible). To make the story short, I was back inside the gym 30 minutes
later. I got the OK of the third table and was ushered to the final
table, where we took again the circle seats to wait for our turn. Lo and
behold, the guys at the table didn’t look like lawyers at all; they
looked like they were college freshmen!!! And when my turn came, I faced
this very young man named Bernard Laguindino who told me later that he
was a college student from Manila hired by the HRCB to come to Davao for
this event. He certainly was no lawyer, he was not even a law student.
So why did the staff at the three tables referred to them as lawyers?
Perhaps the only reason he got hired was because he could operate the
gadgets. I wondered what he knew about the Marcos dictatorship and if he
cared to know about human rights violations. He hardly looked at my
papers and didn’t care if I had certified true copies or Xerox copies.
He then asked me to sign my signature on a pad and then took my photo.
Two minutes later, I had my blue paper labelled Acknowledgment Receipt
and My Docket No. was 2014-11-00396. And that was it. I was done and I
was told to take the exit. It was a pyric victory of sort. I won in the
end, but I didn’t feel victorious at all. Going out by the side door and
reaching the part where hundreds were still waiting for their numbers, I
spotted a few of those with whom I spent time in prison. They were
still waiting for their numbers. I shared with them what my experiences
were and warned them what to expect when it was their turn to enter the
inner sanctum. One of them finally blurted out: Mora man tag gitorture
na sab ani oy! (It is as if we are undergoing torture once again!) It
was 11:45 a.m. when I left the comrades at the site of our new
experience of torture and went home, feeling very tired but also feeling
very sorry for the hundreds who remained there. I walked to the circle
where I could find a jeepney to bring me home. There stood the statue of
Andres Bonifacio and I thought of a line from his poem: Aling pag-ibig
pa ang hihigit kaya sa pagkadalisay at pagkadakila, tulad ng pag-ibig sa
tinubuang lupa! And with a sense of bitterness, I could not help but
think: oh what some of us of our generation did for the love of this
country; but having undergone a recent eight-hour ordeal (five hours on
Monday and three hours today), was it all worth it? (Below is foto of my
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT RECEIPT, received only after the 8-hour "torture"
sessions). https://www.facebook.com/karl.gaspar?fref=ts
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