I AM NOT INDIFFERENT, I am an ordinary citizen who believes that by sharing these would somehow be part of a noble cause! People talk too much yet know NOTHING!
What did you say? You favor the renaming of NAIA back to MIA?
Let me give you a lesson.
Let me give you a lesson.
That airport is named after a guy named Ninoy Aquino. You know him? Of course, you see him in your P500 bill. You knew him, because his name beckons on you when you enter and leave Manila. You knew him, because his son is the President you hated so much.
You say: "what the hell did he accomplished to be honored with this? Did he built buildings like Marcos?"
Hell, it's more than buildings. It's more than edifices.
When Marcos made himself a dictator, everybody crumbled. The legal opposition died. He's the first one arrested among others. He's the Goliath in the other side of the fence that Marcos scared of streaking past to seize his laurel crown of glory. But he didn't flinched. There came Laur. Then the kangaroo trial. Then the death sentence. Then he suffered a heart attack, then the dictator had no choice but let him seek medication in the US of A. He lived a comfortable life there, eating apple pies, enjoying the American life.
You say: "what the hell did he accomplished to be honored with this? Did he built buildings like Marcos?"
Hell, it's more than buildings. It's more than edifices.
When Marcos made himself a dictator, everybody crumbled. The legal opposition died. He's the first one arrested among others. He's the Goliath in the other side of the fence that Marcos scared of streaking past to seize his laurel crown of glory. But he didn't flinched. There came Laur. Then the kangaroo trial. Then the death sentence. Then he suffered a heart attack, then the dictator had no choice but let him seek medication in the US of A. He lived a comfortable life there, eating apple pies, enjoying the American life.
But you know what?
He listened more to the pleas of the people more than the horns of taxi cabs in Boston. While he is miles away from his Motherland, what he heard were the qualms, complaints, and democratic aspirations of the people. He listened to their stories. And, against all odds, against the advice of his family and closest friends, he decided to return, to ask the dictator to give up power and restore democracy.
He believed in the Impossible Dream.
And he was gunned down, there in the blood-soaked tarmac. The lethargic people was suddenly awake after his blood soaked on them. They were suddenly awoke from their timidity, seized the streets, took advantage of the People Power and, after 3 years, turfed out the dictator and his family and subalterns ignominiously.
It's more than creating highways. He deserved that honor because he did the ultimate sacrifice - dying a hero's death. Along with other martial law heroes and martyrs, they are now in the pantheon of heroes who sprang up in the dark, challenged the juggernaut, stared to him eyeball-to-eyeball without blinking, daring him to do his worst.
It's more than creating highways. He deserved that honor because he did the ultimate sacrifice - dying a hero's death. Along with other martial law heroes and martyrs, they are now in the pantheon of heroes who sprang up in the dark, challenged the juggernaut, stared to him eyeball-to-eyeball without blinking, daring him to do his worst.
He knew, as our other heroes knew, that freedom is not free. Your freedom to criticize his son, mock him, is not free. But he paid the price with his blood anyway, mingling it with the blood of the thousands who also trekked this rough path to tear down apart a dictator.
I know you are mad at his son's administration and to the oligarchs who hijacked his legacy for their benefit. But it is not a sufficient reason to diminish his martyrdom. It is not about the Aquino-Marcos rivalry. It is about a martyr who, like the heroes and martyrs before him, gave up a comfortable life to help avert bloodshed and liberate the people.
It is the ultimate act of heroism.
It is the ultimate act of heroism.
This guy who would rather die in his Motherland than be killed by a Boston taxi cab.
This guy who once believed that you, that we, that our freedoms are worth dying for.
This guy who once believed that you, that we, that our freedoms are worth dying for.

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