- Nikki Rivera Gomez
8 AIN’T TOO L8
There’s been some bit of a clamor to bear on our esteemed Supreme Court justices to disfavor the controversial Marcos burial upon the hallowed Libingan. Eight justices are all it takes to tilt the balance, which all comes down tomorrow, Nov. 8. Personally, I’m not even partial to a Batac funeral. I figured the Marcoses might somehow manage to save face by purportedly acceding to a hometown ritual, and many well-meaning activists believe this may be a compromise, albeit a sad one. But nope, count me out on that one. Freddie Salanga, despite his girth, would turn in his grave. So, too, would Lean Alejandro, who all but reached the peak of his potentials when martial law assassins killed him. And, too, Evelio Javier, chased and shot to his death by masked gunmen in Antique. And, yet again, Babette Prudencio, pregnant and stopped dead in her tracks by bullets fired at her back.
And, finally, the thousands of other Filipinos, young and old, murdered or maimed for no reason other than their courage to dream. No, I don’t think any one of them could care less if Ferdinand Marcos’s remains remained in Batac, glassed in or six feet under. It’s bizarre enough, on account of the same pretentiously conciliatory tone of the Cory years, that we all continue to breath the same air as the dictatorship’s minions and kin. A just decision tomorrow is the least that can happen if we are to start making things right again, its being a bit late in coming notwithstanding.