Monday, 3 November 2014

Americans in the Philippines at All Saints Day

My affinity with the  Americans is not by accident but by consequence. That consequence connected my thoughts when I visited the American Cemetery yesterday. Much of the tombs of the Americans were left un-visited---perhaps for decades. I asked myself, where could be their families now?  Does anybody remember them?

 I can trace my American affinity –consequence theory to my parents who were both naturalized Americans, after both served the United States Armed Forces in the Far East. My parents lived in America, as well as their sisters and brothers, years after the American-Japanese war was over in the Philippines, where the Filipinos fought for the Americans against the Japanese. Eventually, more than half of my family migrated and lived in the USA.

The American-Spanish war in Iloilo forced the Spaniards to leave our city, thus, Iloilo became the last bastion of the Spanish Empire in Asia. Iloilo was occupied by many the Americans after the war. They specially build schools which the Filipinos were deprived of under the Spanish occupation. Along with that, the Americans took American Protestant Christianity melding with the Roman Catholic religion from the Spaniards. In Iloilo City, this interesting blend can be seen in our town square of  historic Jaro district, where the first Evangelical Church built by the Americans was built beside the Iglesia de Nuestra de Candelaria Roman Catholic Cathedral built by the Spaniards. 

My mother went to Central Philippine University (CPU), an American Christian school, established by American missionaries in Jaro in 1905, My father was a true blooded Roman Catholic. So this melding made it interesting for us in the family. In fact, one of my grandmothers was a Seventh Day Adventist, another twist. 

My fondness for Americans had it roots with some of my American classmates. The bridge to like anything American was also because my mother adored the Americans like she was the number one fan of President John F Kennedy. Her mentors and teachers were Americans. Her English was purely American. Her friendly ways and strong personality was American style. The American missionaries sent her through college, like her sisters, as working students at CPU---like washing dishes at school dormitories. She always said, it was the Americans who taught her how to live life through education. 

As I young boy, my older sisters only listened to, forcing me to listen to,  American songs only--name it, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Ella Fritzgerald,  Julie Andrews, Barbara Streisand, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, The Chipmunks--even as we lived so far away in my mother's home town in idyllic Estancia, a fishing town, which when I was a young boy, I thought was at the edge of planet Earth. It so far away from America. Yet my mother  listened to an American radio station, the Voice of America,  every night,  beamed in our old transistor Radiowealth brand radio held up together with glavanized wire as it was already disintegrating.  As a young boy, I heard American voices talking over our radio the whole night, well, as if  I understood everything like my mother and older sisters did. But I loved that experience. Being global during that time in the 60's was not a bad idea at all.

Anything American was all over us then: American Peace Corps, American films, American soccer, American goods including my mother’s collection of American goodies donated by USAID such as woolen blankets we can not use in the hot climate of the Philippines. At school, we were fed with American milk along with super huge and heavy “nutri-bun” bread which made our tiny “pan de sal”  to shame in size.

The American milk was so thick and bland for our standard, when our teacher was not looking, we poured it over the classroom window feeding the plants below it instead. I guess Filipinos still prefer our ginger tea or diluted and sweetened home-made chocolate which when served, one can see the bottom of the cup.

One sunny day in Manila, I was manning the store I worked with as a designer when I met a handicapped American, a lovely sweet lady in her late 60's. She was working at the US Embassy in Manila. I shared with her my father's story, whose ear drums were damaged by firing cannons as Captain of the American Armed Forces in the Far East during the time of the Pearl Harbor attack of the Japanese.

She too suffered during that time, she said. I noticed she was limping.  She had compassion to family members of veterans like mine. She invited me to the Embassy, gave me an American visa even before members of my family did get theirs after their petitions and immigration applications came.

 It was a great deed with what the American lady extended to me that perhaps my father had been repatriated as well through me. Years later, I travelled back and forth to America, for work like shows and exhibitions, study and seeing my family members and relatives.  Even today, I work as a consultant for the USAID in the Philippines and in South America for the past several years.

The American Cemetery in Iloilo City reminded me of all things Americans in the past --and how we will embrace them today—and the future. After returning in residence in America,  my parents final resting place were at the American Cemetery in Jaro, Iloilo City. That images  of my father's wake covered by an American flag in Philippine soil was something which transgressed the history of these two nations.

The American Cemetery in Iloilo is a burial ground for Americans in Iloilo during the American occupation of the Philippines beginning 1928. It is located on Commission Civil in the Jaro district of Iloilo City. Today about 60% Filipino Americans and 40% Americans are laid to rest here.. It is one of the only two American Cemeteries in the Philippines, the other in Manila .

What made me think deeply was that every All Saints Day—rows and rows of American tombs were un-visited. Not a single flower nor a single candle on them. There are rows of American babies at rest in the cemetery. Certainly, these babies  are angels singing up high in spite they are  forgotten on Earth at this cemetery. Yet, this is a testimony that took great sacrifices for Americans in their relations with Filipinos which the history of our own little  town  can not just ignore.

My sister and I  offered some candles to the soul of these long forgotten tombs of our American brothers. We only had few as they were too many for us to provide.  Next All Saints Day, I thought I will create a volunteer group of Ilonggos to offer flowers and candles to all  Americans in the cemetery. After all, each one of  them deserves a restful place in our land. They, too, made our land what it is today. Indeed, a gesture of mutual appreciation both in Heaven and on Earth, in the past and today. Certainly, for many more years to come.


Friday, 4 July 2014

Ahay Kalisud ( Oh, How Sad). Dedicated to a livelihood program in Pilar, Capiz, Philippines


I am once more back in the community helping the poorest of the poor. 

The town of Pilar in Capiz, Philippines, has been badly devastated by Yolanda, the world's strongest  typhoon. Until today, I could not personally accept that there are still survivors who are unable to receive as much help as we all could do. 

The SAVE Program through the Capiz State University initiated this livelihood project by re-purposing used candles as lights which now I am able to help them with design and product development so we can market them better. The program involves skills development, advocacy, volunteerism and empowerment. It is led by a simple frail young woman Jennifer Alba Perez Benliro. With the Department of Trade and Industry Capiz Province, we have embarked on this project, since for the past 10 years, our tandem collaboration has been consistent and productive.

I share with you all the sadness how much our rural communities still struggle. Sadness for me means I need to help more. When I am hurt of what I see, I want to give more. 

I titled this blog "Ahay Kalisud" ( How Sad), an Ilonggo folk song said to have originated from Capiz ---- a peaceful and verdant province since the Spaniards discovered it during the 16th century. 

I dedicate this song to the young children who will benefit on this endeavour. It hard for them. Below is the link of the music. Any Ilonggo will shed tears to listen to its piercing lyrics. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYpMuPhqjgo
 ( NOTE: Raymond Fuentes, a designer as well, once wrote about Ahay Kalisud as such : This beautiful but sad song. Jovita Fuentes and Manuel Roxas, both from Capiz were childhood sweethearts. Instead he chose to marry Trinidad de Leon from Bulacan. Rumors was that it politically advantageous for him. Heartbroken she composed "Ahay Kalisud" The song which is a portrait of a tragic love affair teaching us a lesson about life and love, fate and choices. Jovita wept all her life until that tragic day when Roxas died of a heat attack. She never married.)

THE STORY BOARD




 Used candles mean light and livelihood to those who have so little in life but have so much innovation...and hope.
Chalks are not only for blackboards at school but to light the life of folks many of whom were in darkness after the super typhoon Yolanda....and still is, today.

Sustainable material like soil brings reality to use resilient materials for poor Filipinos to appreciate that lean resources will never hinder creativity

 
 Used tin cans means new life to them as they will be re-purposed as candle containers which symbolize our embrace for sustainable products
 The chalk into wick, the used candle waxes filling the used sardine cans...ready to light the world of those who are deserted by conveniences of modern life.
 Lighting them is like unfolding the meaning of the saying that a Filipino becomes creative because he has so much less ( ang Filipino naging creative dahil sa kawalan).






The twinkling eyes see light as their forbearance to endure. In darkness, the will see. In making things from nothing they will understand that  life may be brighter. In embracing what some others may appreciate dearly is sharing their message to us that we are more fortune to just switch on our electric lights. 


 The line of light is a joy of life for poor people whose life is as simple as what they have created yet as touching a humanity.





video


Video of the skill training. 


Ahay! Kalisud, kalisud sing binayaan (Oh, what sorrow to be deserted)
Adlao gabi firme ta ikaw  gui natangisan (Night and day I lament for you)
Ahay! Inday nga walay sing kapalaran (Oh, my hopeless fate)
Walay guid walay guid
Sarang ko kalipayan (Nevermore, no more joy)

Ay cielo azul nga sa diin ka na bala (Oh, blue sky,  I wonder where you are)
Baluigui  tabangi ang nabilango sa gugma (Please embrace this prisoner of sorrow)
Mayo pa ang mamatay kun halus mamatay (It is better to die, much better to die)
Agud di ako makadumdum (So that I shall not experience)
Nga ako walay kalipay. (This unbearable sorrow)

To hear this song, link is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYpMuPhqjgo  I suggest to just listen to the music while you read the lyrics for better appreciation of the beautiful melody and message of this song. 

DONORS ANYONE?
Please let me know if you can donate your used candles /waxes and some tin cans. May be some throw away ribbons or fabrics we can decorate our tin cans with. 


UP NEXT:

> Helping the rural women of Ubay, Bohol with their carabao handmade soap making at the Philippine Carabao Center in their community. 

 > Mentoring young design students at the high tech FABLAB ( Fabrication Laboratory in Bohol) with rural SMEs on making artsanal products to sell for livelihood--a pioneering project in the Philippines.

> Re-inventing Project Zero at Sooc Arevalo with an American volunteer in my wings.

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Project Dimension moves on

BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO TEACH MEN HOW TO FISH.
The Ati Community in Boracay Island continues as we deliver their supplies and  utilities as sponsored by SMART Telecommunications Inc. The project I authored and initiated with as commissioned by the National Council for Indigenous Peoples (NCIP) and the Philippine Business for Social Progress with donations of sewing machines from Brother International.

 The women from the community  move on to their next level of training which is pattern making and bag construction at the newly built livelihood center courtesy of Asisi Foundation.

Took my entire Nautilus PJ Aranador production staff to the island to  teach them how and they learned fast. Mary Jane Tuares of BIZFTC, a fair trade consulting firm as commissioned by SMART, handles the organization, business development and social ventures. PJ Aranador designs and does product development, brand and market development.

The livelihood will produce eco-bags made from refused textiles--ideal for environmental campaign against plastic bags in resorts and in our islands. The project accepts used textiles to be converted by the community into bags. It will launch a scheme for tourists to bring their used clothing and discarded home linen when they visit to Boracay island and these textile donations will be converted into Eco-bags. In return, the donor will get a heavy discount on bags in exchange for the donated used textiles. So next time you travel to Boracay, bring some used textiles for a purposeful holiday. 

The island you visit, may be saved both in environmental issues and livelihood for the poor.