Truth-telling in my
country, flooding in my province
By Rev. EUTIQUIO
‘Euly’ B. BELIZAR, JR.
February 21, 2008
“What is Truth?”
Pilate once asked Jesus. Never did it occur to him that Truth was
right before his very eyes. And right before my eyes, even as my
country is glued to the televised truth-telling Senate appearances by
Jun Lozada, I am seeing our rivers swelling like they never did
before, sweeping away scantily-built huts by their banks, bridges
being washed away to the sea or to heaven knows where, roads being
swamped by water from several days of rain to a traveler’s knee or to
his neck.
La Niña and the
effects of global warming are suddenly so real, so true, to our poor
folks in Eastern Samar, not simply to some distant environmentalists.
And the trouble is, we are so ill-prepared that all we (especially our
older folks) could do is exclaim, “We never had flooding this big
before! Why now?” Now all these things, too, are part of truth. But
hardly do we get any attention, televised or printed (till now).
As “Engr. Lozada” was
being grilled intensely on the now-infamous ZTE broadband deal, I
received a desperate text message from a teacher in Brgy San Jose
national high school (well within our parish). “Father, four of us
teachers r trapped with some parnts & studnts in our skul sins lst nte
at arnd 11 bicoz our bridgs got washd out by floods frm the ovrflowng
strim arnd us” or words to that effect. I frantically sent urgent
messages to our mayor, governor, DepEd authorities and simple ordinary
citizens who, I know, would do something to help. I did all these
while keeping an eye and an ear on the now heightening tension caused
by Jun Lozada’s revelations on the extent of corruption in government.
Meanwhile, rescue
efforts for Brgy. San Jose’s flood victims were themselves stymied by
the floods. Well-meaning rescue groups were blocked by mudslides and
impassable dirt roads. The four teachers, with the parents and
students, had to wade through flooded waters, prodded by fear and
hunger, till they reached safe grounds. Some seventy or more families,
I’m told, are trapped in the mountains towards Brgy. San Gabriel. The
helicopter rescue we’ve been appealing for from government on their
behalf is still never heard from.
But we are not
complaining. The reason is mainly because the country is going through
a worse case of flooding in our souls and spirits. Claims and counter
claims on the truth on the Arroyo government inundate us. The upside
is that many unbiased patriots in the country appear to have found a
hero whose heroism consists largely on his decision to tell the truth
on a failed and cancelled business deal. But what is being uncovered
has gone beyond it. One truth seems to have led to another; we seem to
be moving from shock to shock, rather than from realizations to
solutions, although ultimately we hope they finally await us at the
end of the tunnel.
Many compare the
situation now in the
Philippines to
the last days of the Marcos and Estrada regimes in that the uncovering
of truth contributed greatly to those regimes’ unraveling. The hidden
health, the hidden wealth and the hidden guilt of Marcos before,
during and after the snap elections erupted into a revolt of some of
his most trusted men (Ramos, Enrile et al) who were themselves rescued
by People Power Edsa 1. The 2001 impeachment hearings on the Jose
Velarde account uncovered sordid details of plunder that led to the
ouster of President Estrada by Edsa 2. In same way the present exposè
of the “web of corruption” in the Macapagal-Arroyo regime may or may
not trigger its own undoing. But, quite apart from this, what also
concerns us is truth. From our historical experiences it seems we have
basically reduced truth to the accumulation of facts with cumulative
impact on our personal and national consciousness, decisions and
actions, as parts become pieced together sometimes without even
forming the whole.
And perhaps therein
partly lies the reason behind our failure to be set free by truth. We
haven’t really reached the whole truth about Marcos, Estrada,
Macapagal-Arroyo and even of ourselves. The whole truth certainly
includes us there. The sad, unjust and shameful realities of those
regimes are, to a great degree, of our own making. We, as a nation,
are from whom Marcos, Estrada and GMA came. We have created them, not
only by our long-standing tolerance of wrongdoing until it explodes in
our faces but also by our spawning the culture of wrongdoing from our
very first act of political involvement, that is, from our tainted
elections (there is very little denying the fact that we elect those
who, in one way or another, can buy us). From this one wrong follow
all other wrongs.
Truth will not set us
free until we trace it all the way to where it is from – the God of
Truth, the God who is Truth. We seem to have taken “objective reality”
or its “unveiling” as the sum of truth. But the unveiling of objective
reality is hardly truth if it excludes the author of all reality. We
need a profound catechesis on truth that sees it in the quality of our
relationship with one another as grounded in God who is Truth, who is
revealed by Jesus Christ, the Way, the “Truth” and the Life (Jn 14:6),
and enlivened by the Spirit of Truth (Jn 15:26).
The truth about the
“web of corruption” in our land includes our not being true to this
God who, in Jesus Christ, tells us to, like him, “testify to the
truth” because anyone “committed to the truth hears my voice” (Jn
18:37). The truth about our fundamental malaise is that we detach
truth from the whole of who we are. We are not simply material or
economic, political or social animals; we are spiritual and moral
beings as well. We are not only for ourselves or only for our families
(Filipinos cannot be reminded enough of this); we are first for God
and for our fellow Pinoys and human beings too. We are not only the
words we speak; we are also the actions we do. We really should have
the “whole truth and nothing but”.
Let me go back to
our parish. The other priests and myself in our Team Ministry spoke
last Sunday of the sufferings of our flood victims and appealed for
extra clothes, blankets, rice, canned goods or even extra time to
offer them words of consolation. In no time we saw, to our happy
surprise, some kind of ‘flooding’ of these goods in our parish hall
which we now call a “charity center”. After giving out some clothes to
people who lost theirs to the floods, a volunteer texted me, “Father,
I’m so happy to have helped people truly in need.” Now, I said to
myself, there goes the truth that sets people free.