I should’ve been a nun FOR ALL THE BEGGING ON MY KNEES IM BOUT TO DO for this week for my groupmates to help me on Appendix B. (Sana makita to ng pumili ng objectives lang sa lab rep namin at tulungan ako sa appendix B)
bringing comfort to those who have suffered under his rule. Holding him accountable and putting him in prison is not just a legal necessity but a moral imperative. One that disrupts the complacency of those who defend oppression and offers long overdue justice to its victims.
“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable”–Cesar A. Cruz. And I believe this quote is especially relevant to what is happening right now. Beyond just art, true justice should also disturb the ignorant who still blindly follow a human rights violator while
Today, a nation hopefully confronts its complicity and history.
Rodrigo Duterte has been arrested—the former president, the architect of a mass murder that claimed the lives of thousands of Filipinos. The story will be spun and reshaped until the end of time—by his allies, who will call it persecution; by his political opponents, who will celebrate his imprisonment while denying their past complicity; by others, who will dismiss this as nothing more than a political feud. But beyond the noise, beyond the games of the powerful, today belongs to the families of the thousands murdered in a war that was never about justice.
For years, they have lived in the shadow of grief—the names of their loved ones reduced to statistics, their voices unheard, their cries ignored. They were made to believe that their spouses, siblings, and children did not matter, that cruelty was law, that impunity was a privilege of the powerful. But today, there is a sliver of light. However faint, it is a sign that no one can kill without consequence. That the lives stolen in the dark corners of alleys, at doorsteps, under the flashing lights of police sirens, had worth.
This story will be pulled in different directions—twisted into narratives of revenge, foreign interference, or the endless rivalry between the Marcoses and Dutertes. But I hope this day becomes something else: a story of a nation that finally faced its own mistakes. A country that once embraced the politics of death, now beginning to pay the price. A reminder that justice is not foreign, that dignity is not for sale, that human life—rich or poor—matters equally.
Let history begin again in this country. After a long night of fear and oppression, the sun rises once more—bright, untainted by blood. Let this serve as a reminder that in this nation, no one is above the law. No life can be taken without consequence, for life was never ours to take. That despite the battles of the powerful, the people’s faith in justice can still be restored—justice for the victims, justice for a nation led astray.