Thursday, January 16, 2014

THROUGH THE LENS CLEARLY, A Glimpse On the Life of General Emilio "Miong" Aguinaldo y Famy


Jaime E. Masagca


Heroes are often shrouded in myths, and by their prominence they become demi-gods in the public’s eyes, completely stripped of their human individuality and character that their flaws or perfections are magnified rather than minified.
 
 
In school textbooks they are frequently portrayed as perfect individuals that lived for others, almost saying that saints and historical heroes are made of the same stuff that to write on their mistakes is analogous to sacrilege.
 
 
Because of history’s portrayal of heroes society forgets that they too are human, complete with their imperfections and weaknesses.
 
 
 
They are in some ways no different from us, like the Philippine's foremost hero Jose Rizal who kept a pet horse named Alipato (flying embers in Tagalog) and a dog, Usman, which means "faithful companion".  Not everyone knows this, except perhaps those who took seriously their readings in grade school. 
 
I had the rare privilege to be invited by General Emilio F. Aguinaldo’s great, great grandnephew, a descendant of the General’s cousin and co-revolutionary General Baldomero Baloy Aguinaldo, from whose lineage also descended former Secretary of Finance Cesar Emilio Aguinaldo Virata of the Marcos era and former Congressman/ current Department of Transportation & Communications Secretary Joseph Emilio Aguinaldo Abaya, Jr.
 
 


With DSLR camera and all, we met Joffet, as our host is fondly called, in Bonifacio Global City for the drive to the hero’s shrine in Kawit Cavite.
 
 
As if by play of coincidence we started at a place named in honor of the Supremo to visit the memorial of his nemesis.

 
A shrine is dedicated to a distinguished man to perpetuate his memory and to serve as an inspiration to the succeeding generations that I have to be appropriately attired in reverence to the man it honors.
 
 
Jopet and I share this penchant for history beyond what is written, as well as for Catholic iconography.  His knowledge of the Philippine revolution of 1896 is extensive, as detailed as his familiarity with shrine of Philippine independence.

 
His having practically grown in the Aguinaldo mansion explains for this, and as her mother had been the previous shrine’s curator.  He took us to all nook and crannies of the mansion, even pointing to the place where as a child he sulks whenever he is angry with his mother.

 
It is easier for television hosts to interview great personalities than to face muted relics to comprehend a man’s individuality that but now in the ages lives.

 
 
 
It is said that a nation’s mark of civilization is gauged in its architecture that equally to know a man’s nature, his eccentricities or oddity is to see his dwelling, preferences and personal possessions.


Aguinaldo's mother, Doña Trinidad Famy
 
 

Emilio Famy Aguinaldo was born in Kawit (Cavite Viejo) on Good Friday, 23 March 1869 to Carlos Aguinaldo and  Trinidad Famy, a Chinese mestizo couple.


The marker by the National Historical Institute
 
 
Aguinaldo was a Filipino General in the Philippine revolution of 1896 against Spain.  He became the first president of the First Philippine Republic and is  credited for having commissioned the Philippine National flag and the Philippine National Anthem composed by Julian Felipe.



Old photograph and portrait of Aguinaldo.  In one he is in a military uniform, carrying a native hat and a scythe which we can only speculate what for.  Or was it a portrayal of man’s mortality, as in the grim reaper? The other portrays him to be a statesman, judging from the paper and quill pen on a table.
 



 
Many have been written and a full length movie was made on the man, focused on his role in the Philippine revolution and his place in Philippine history.  But who is Aguinaldo as a man, as an ordinary person unclothed of his rayadillo military uniform or well pressed suit?



 
 
This graphic journey attempts to present the Philippine hero as an ordinary man as conveyed by his belongings, though people may have different insights or may simply fail to see beyond.
 

 
The Mansion’s dining room with its round dining table that seats 12 persons. It reminds me of King Arthur’s round table.
Philippine Independence from Spain was declared in this balcony on June 12, 1898, Sunday at 4:00 or 5:00 o’clock in the afternoon.  The “three stars and sun” was first displayed and the Julian Felipe’s “Marcha Nacional  Filipina” was first publicly played.
The post Christmas air was so cool and the place so tranquil.  One would try to imagine the euphoric noise on that first independence day.




 
Many years ago I usually pass this place on my way to Rosario, Cavite (for meetings with the "neo-revolutionaries" against the dictatorial Marcos regime). During that time all vehicular traffic take the road directly infront of the shrine and I always wondered what is inside.  I never knew that one day I would be granted access to this historic balcony.

 
The Independence balcony from the outside. The house used to be an “oversized nipa hut” that had undergone many renovations and additions through the years.  But it was on this same spot that Philippine flag was first waved and the “Acta Proclamacion de Independencia del Pueblo Filipino” was read.






 
The steep climb to the “tower”.






The General’s Office and bedroom at the uppermost floor. The sign says that in his old age climbing to this bedroom served as his exercise.


 

This library was once the bedroom of his son-in-law, Ambassador Jose P. Melencio, who married daughter Carmen.  Even if I am extremely sensitive to dust I wish I had the luxury of time to scan through these books.  A man is what he reads. 


 


The main sala or receiving room, with the baby grand piano .  Many social functions may have been held here.  Our host said that “despididas de soltera” parties of the female Aguinaldo descendants are usually held here.







Conference table near the master’s bedroom.




 
The General’s Study at his upper bedroom.  It was here that the General probably had written his memoirs of the revolution.









One of the Aguinaldo daughters’ bedroom



 
 




A ceramic chamber pot under a bed in one of the bedrooms, indicating that those who have lived here are as human as anyone.


Another daughter’s bedroom with an intricate four poster bed . 



 



On both side walls of the boy’s bedroom hang huge sea turtle carapace.  Sea turtles may not have been a delicacy during that period as they are allowed to grow this size.





 
The General’s bedroom adjacent to the sala and round conference table.  The General seems to have made the entire house as a memorial to the Philippine flag and to Philippine independence.

 





 
A view of the sala and independence balcony from the General’s bed.  In his old age the General may have found comfort in his bed to be able still to gaze at the historic balcony and contemplate on past events.  The delicately embroidered dress may have belonged to his second wife, Maria Agoncillo.


 



 
A steel vault inside Aguinaldo’s bedroom, that seems to have been a repository of important documents rather than cash judging from its internal configuration.  This could well hold over ten million peso bills in today’s currency of 1,000 peso denominations. 


 




Inspite of Aguinaldo’s leaning towards Free Masonry as frowned upon by the Catholic church, he had not departed from his faith in the basic Doctrina Christiana as suggested by the altar in his bedroom.


 

 
 
 



 
Aguinaldo evidently has that desire to perpetuate the spirit of freedom by transforming his house into a memorial to the flag and the revolution.


 
        


 
Before the introduction of the kitchen refrigerator there was the ice box as with this one found  in Aguinaldo’s kitchen. 



 


 
This is one of a number of lavatories in his home.  One may be a urinal, unlike the wall mounted urinals as we know today.







 
The wood fed stove common during the post American period.  My maternal grandfather and his sister used to have in their houses a stove like this, built with bricks and stone with molasses and egg whites as binder.  Ordinary cement will not stand the extreme heat, otherwise it will crack.


 



 
A silent witness to the revolution.  This enormous “kawa” or vat may have been used to cook food for the revolutionary soldiers or guests during the proclamation of the First Philippine Republic.  Now it serves as a lotus pond on the north side of the mansion.


 


 
Aguinaldo’s favourite fruit is chico, or Sapodilla (Manilkara zapota).  Though several sapodilla trees grow on the south lawn, this tree in his backyard is said to be his favourite.
 
 
 
Many do not particularly like this gritty fruit but the General may have loved this for its therapeutic benefits which had been useful in the revolution.  It is believed to be “effective for coughs, colds, diarrhea, as diuretic effective removing kidney and bladder stones.  A fluid extract from the crushed seeds is used as a sedative and the bark decoction was used as vaginal wash and wash for wounds and skin ulcers (Health and Beauty Pages).” 

 

 
 








Aesthetics and practicality of design.  Aguinaldo himself designed these foldable wall plant holders, and maximizing wall spaces for display of photographs.

 

 

 
 




 
One may wonder if the general, immortalized gallantly with saber drawn while astride his war horse may have actually played ten pin bowling or is a swimming aficionado, with the indoor bowling lane and mini swimming pool in his house.   Most of the Philippine Presidents were into golf.  Aguinaldo is a rare exception with his bowling.


He seems to be fascinated with “balconahes” or verandas that his mansion has at least four major verandas, excluding the one at the tower which offers a 360 degrees view of the town and Manila.   Either that verandas offer relaxation or it is a way of escape or provides “early warning” for would be attackers.
 
 
 
A mezzanine/ library was even designed as a veranda overlooking his living room and dining room.  Here, “musicians played for the General’s grand parties”.

 


 
 

This veranda on the south side, next to his daughters’ bedroom, was named by the General as “balkon ng mga makasalanan” or “veranda of sinners” for it is in this place where revolutionaries plan their military strategies.


 









 

 
The fully restored 1924 Packard and its license plate numbers.  “1-1896” could have been the fore-runner of today’s personalized or vanity plates.  The car was previously on display with other artefacts in Fort Santiago in Manila, and was restored and used in the Centennial Anniversary Celebrations of the Philippine Republic.

 


 
 
This dining table at the “dirty kitchen” provides a escape route for the Katipuneros.  Under the heavy table top is the entrance to the tunnel that leads to Kawit’s Catholic church.  There are benches and walls that were built for quick hiding.
 
 





At the parish church’s side altar is life-size icon of St. Mary Magdalene, Kawit’s Patron Saint.  It is in the Saint’s honor that Aguinaldo adopted the nom de guerre “Magdalo”.   Tales had it that sometimes shortly after Aguinaldo's death, the general is seen in white suit standing at his upper veranda gazing towards the church.
 
 

 
The black mark on the image’s forehead is not a mole but a bullet mark.  During World War II Japanese soldier shot the image, but instead of being shattered the bullet deflected and left this mark.
 
 
In the church are relics of the Saint that include a stone from the sarcophagus where the saint is buried.


 







In Bikol vernacular this shiny shard stone that is said to grow in size, is called “la-git na gapo”.  Sleeping outdoors during hostilities is uncomfortable enough, but I cannot imagine spending the night with a stone as a pillow.  Does this serve as a talisman or to keep him half awake?
 
 
 







A replica of the General’s sword, the original was made by Brigadier General Jose Ignacio Pawa.
 
 
 








Heroes have grown more than life-size in history books.  But like Dr. Jose P. Rizal, the nation’s foremost hero, Emilio F. Aguinaldo is apparently barely five (5) feet tall in this Rayadillo military uniform and size 6 boots.

 
History and generations has aptly judged our heroes and exposed their frailties and Aguinaldo has not been spared.  He was marked as a “traitor” for having orchestrated the execution of KKK Supremo Andres Bonifacio y de Castro and his brother Procopio through a kangaroo court trial, and perhaps the murder of hot tempered Antonio Luna; a collaborator in the Japanese occupation , probably the reason why he lost to Manuel L. Quezon in the bid for the Philippine Presidency in 1935.   But who would  symphatize with the Americans who snatched independence from the Filipinos?

 
Amidst all these negativisms General Emilio Famy Aguinaldo had contributed much to the Philippine history and in Philippine Independence. As I stood in silence in the historic balcony a question lingered in my mind, what would it be if Aguinaldo never existed? Would the course of history been better off solely with Bonifacio’s “Kataas-taasan, Kagalang-galangang Katipunan ng̃ mg̃á Anak ng̃ Bayan”(KKK) or the Magdiwang faction of the revolution?
 
 
Would not the Magdiwang faction also follow the unpopular path of Aguinaldo?  It should never be ignored that a man’s action may not always be dictated by reason but by contemporary politics and the call for survival. Man cannot always be a hero and martyr at the same time nor a martyr and a hero altogether.
 
 
We cannot judge them who shaped the destiny of our nation, and who are we to judge as only them who now lives in the pages of history can rationalize the wisdom of their actions then.  But for me El Presidente deserves my salute as a hero and as the First President of the First Philippine Republic.






                                                        "I saw my own soldiers die without affecting future events."


                                                                                                                                   – Emilio Aguinaldo





ACKNOWLEDGEMENT


Our host and guide, John “Joffet” Bautista Mojica, a scion of the Aguinaldo and Bautista Clans. To him we are ever grateful for his hospitality and privileges extended.   Without him I would not be able to share these human insights on El Presidente.
 
 
 
Appreciation is also extended to Kirk Benedict M. Corvera of Wells Fargo for being our alternate photographer, and Mr. J Mortola Hidalgo for driving us around.

OTHER PHOTOS


AGUINALDO'S BINOCULARS


CANES

A DIORAMA ON AGUINALDO'S OATH TAKING AS PRESIDENT
 AND GENERAL TRIAS AS VICE PRESIDENT



ORIGINAL SCORE OF THE HIMNO NACIONAL FILIPINA




LEATHER MAP CASE




WRITE UP ON THE PHILIPPINE FLAG





THE GENERAL'S DINING UTENSILS



THE FLAG THAT DRAPED AGUINALDO'S CASKET. GENERAL
EMILIO AGUINALDO DIED ON FEBRUARY 6, 1964


SAME DRESS SIZE

JUST MISSING THE BED AT HER PATERNAL GRANDFATHER'S HOUSE,
DON ADOLFO D. MORTOLA, AT AGUSAN DEL NORTE


AT THE SHRINE'S ENTRANCE






Thursday, November 14, 2013

IMAGINE



(A story of disasters and Filipino human behaviour)
 






















 
“Time to get to know the Filipino people... unbelievably resilient, long suffering, good natured, uber friendly, loyal, ingenius, and a bunch of survivors.

‘At the end of the day, the Filipinos will just shake off the dirt from their clothes and go about their business... and SMILE. They do not complain much,

they will bear as long as they can.

‘Maybe this is why they were given the “privilege” of bearing the burden of the strongest typhoon ever recorded.

‘The indomitable human spirit at its finest.”



 
So CNN has published, and it is unimportant whether a subscriber or the network’s news team had written it.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is in a few words it captured so well the indubitable spirit that is uniquely Filipino’s, the finest compliment accorded to a people suffering that the thought would make anyone teary eyed.
 
Calamities always bring out the best, and so with the worst, in people that if you want to see plainly the fabric that makes up a man you have to expose him to the extremes.  How he deals with a situation would tell his worth.
 
Yes, Filipinos are so resilient, hardworking and in many ways unique that they are admired.
 
The “super typhoon” with international name Hainan (local name Yolanda) may be the strongest typhoon ever recorded that hit the world or the Philippines but it was not the first to kill thousands or brought unimaginable havoc. 
 
A few years back Ondoy had devastated eastern Metro Manila with its floods in 2009, Typhoon Sendong ravaged Cagayan de Oro of Central Mindanao in 2012, and there was Typhoon Reming (typhoon Durian) on November 30, 2006 that hardest hit the Province of Albay at more than 200 kilometer per hour center winds.
 
The world watched as we endured the inconvenience amidst the stench of death, but humanity lent a helping hand to get us back on our feet.  Only this time though someone has cared to look deeper and “get to know the Filipino people” as he/she wrote on the Cable News Network.
 
But how does one sees the inconvenience from a victim’s perspective? We in Bicol may have experienced but half of what the Warays have gone through and it is that I want to share. 
 
We also have our own share of experiences of how it feels to be isolated while the whole world watches when we Albayanos were crushed to the ground by a typhoon some seven years ago, cut from the rest of the world.
 
We never knew then what happened outside of some few kilometre radius from where we lived.  We may have thought we were okay, or had the idea that we were hopeless when all the while many others were in worst condition.
 
It was traumatic experience, the fear simply hangs on even if everybody can still muster a smile just to be thankful to be alive.
 
Nobody could understand the victims’ woes unless one has been a victim too.  Nobody can know light unless he has experienced darkness, and nobody, nobody can understand how it feels to lose an entire family as suddenly and unexpectedly.  No one can imagine still the deeper agony of one whose loved one is missing.  The uncertainty kills more than the reality of death.
 
The pro poor factor and himself had experienced what the rest of us has gone through that should be considered also when we chose our next leaders.  That way we can be better prepared for extreme natural emergencies rather than when the elite are calling the shots.
 
The loss of a love one can never be an isolated thing nor has the same effect as on others.  Pain is relative with varying intensities and  it may linger on which time cannot heal but grows more painful with each passing day.
 
Grief is purely a private affair, a window in human emotions that demand the courtesy of space.    A person in grief or deep suffering needs a time to be alone as much as he needs to pour out his emotions.  Michaelangelo had captured the privacy of anguish in his “Pieta” where the Blessed Virgin Mary grieves silently on the lifeless body of Christ with the beloved apostle and followers at bay.
 
It is in bad taste and grossly insensitive for most television networks to focus their cameras on persons in profound sorrow as if they find delight in the misfortunes of others.
 
Perhaps we all undergo difficulties and tragedies not as chastisement but to make us stronger like fire hardening metal or like fire purifying the good in us to separate the gold from the worthless rock.
 
Tragedies also soften us to be more sensitive of the plight of others, for we can never know pain unless we too have been hurt, we can never know hunger unless we at one time had gone hungry, and one can never know despair unless he had been despised.
 
Only by experiencing difficult times ourselves that we can be better men rather than be bitter of life’s realities. It teaches us humility, compassion and charity, and perhaps the meaning of hope and dependence.
 
Dalai Lama IV had said “There is a saying in Tibetan, 'Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength. ‘No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that's our real disaster. ‘When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways--either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength.” 

To be strong from life’s challenges does not mean readiness for survival, but to be strong so others can rely on us.  Humanity would break in its weak links. We are inter dependent with each other.
 
Learning and maturing from our past mistakes and to knowing what good it brought us are important in recovering from tragedies.  Tragedies are not completely mended without the maturity and wisdom.
 
Typhoon Reming (Durian) that hit the province of Albay in 2006 had brought to each one of us personal understanding of what life really is.
 
Foremost perhaps is (1) There are many things in our possession that we really do not need but we are totally unaware of.  We have not missed many of the things we kept to be important when it were washed away or damaged by the floods.  We lost many things but we don’t need them anyway, the others we can easily replace.
 
(2) There are no reasons why we should be sore or maintain ill will against our neighbours.  In time of need it is them who will be with us.  Neither should we be inconvenienced of some things around for we never knew that it will save us in the end.
 
(3) The ordinary things we take for granted may be a special for others.  We usually take a Jollibee burger meal as an ordinary fare, but for a couple of boys who helped us clear the debris it was a feast.  They said “they will go to sleep with a smile of their lips”.
 
(4) The person that we may perceive as uncaring and hostile, usually with fear, is actually more of a Christian than most of us.  At the typhoon’s height a Muslim naval soldier has braved the strong currents to save many lives before losing his own.  “Imagine there’s no countries, ‘and religion too... (Imagine, by John Lennon).”
 
(5) God does not give us more than what we can bear – literally.   Many fine houses  were destroyed by the over 200 kilometer center winds but we lost only some galvanized iron roofings of the garage, possibly because its replacement is all we can afford.
 

(6) God is present even in the midst of disaster.   The typhoon felt as if devils were let loose to prey on humans.  Roofs creaked like with a dozen devils jumping and pounding on it.  But in the howling winds a sensitive heart in faith can feel God’s protective hands.  “Be still, and know that I am God (Psalm 46:10)”, to whose assurance we surrendered to and survived.

 

(7)    Nature has a way of controlling population that society has no need of anti life legislations like the sugar coated “Reproductive Health Bill”.  Population is kept at bay by natural phenomena like war, famine, pestilence and calamities.

 

(8)   Nothing is too small to share.  The many “little” that we have will be big eventually.  “If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito” (Dalai Lama XIV).
 
(9) Christmas can be meaningfully and solemnly celebrated sans commercialism and all the pomp.   A few days after the typhoon a Reuters News correspondent has noticed us putting up the traditional Christmas “Belen” or the nativity set.  He was curious that he arranged for an interview, finding it odd to see us as the only one who was putting up the nativity set when the entire province was in darkness and in ruins.  Simply I said that Christmas is not dependent on life’s comforts, but it has to be celebrated even in difficult times as thanksgiving.  It was a chance that we again center Chirstmas on Christ rather on materiality that conflicts with spirituality.
 
Deep religiousity was revived in the post typhoon years.  People have re-learned to be more united and to pray fervently as in the incessant recitation of the Oratio Imperata, a prayer for deliverance from calamities both natural and man made.
 
In sharp conflict with the Bohol earthquake and typhoon Yolanda, churches were not spared.  While during typhoon Reming churches and religious images were miraculously unscathed. 
 
In a marine school’s office (the edifice’s picture posted here) all heavy furnitures and equipments tumbled in flood waters and mud.  But sceptics should believe that the light cabinet on which stood the image of the Blessed Virgin Mary was intact.  
 
Only a few of seemingly strange phenomena.  But why churches in the Visayas were not spared by Hainan?  Other than they being made mostly of limestones hundred of years ago, it is because we should not anchor nor focus our spirituality and faith on buildings, the same way that we ask God “not to look upon our sins but on the faith of His church”.
 
Calamities also bring out the most unpleasant in people, like the looting that occurred after typhoon Yolanda, which some clinical psychologists wish to justify.
 
The drive for survival is always in us for the preservation of the specie.  But as rational beings it has to be tempered with morality and could be in the subtle form of hoarding or panic buying.   To loot for food, clothing and to struggle for shelter may be moral and excusable in a civilized society.  But to take non essentials for basic survival is stealing and transgresses the norms of ethics.
 
The need for self preservation is a human instinct that the “cannibalism” of the plane crash survivors in the Andes mountain was morally justified.
 
For many week after Durian no store was open in Legazpi City but there was no looting.   Residents organized themselves in orderly lines as they waited patiently for relief goods to be distributed.
 
Pleasant things are always marred by isolated irritants like greed and politics.  A barangay official insisted that all relief goods be turned over to him rather than be given directly to his constituents.  We just left and proceeded to another village some two kilometres away.
 
What is admirable is the residents of the village we left followed us on foot and made their own line and waited patiently until we were through and can attend to them.
 
We have to keep in mind though that people needing help still have their pride intact, that in giving aid to calamity victims we should always put in prime consideration their dignity.  Being divested of their possessions does not strip them of their dignity as human beings.  They need food yes, but it’s no excuse for us to throw them crumbs and discards nor use them for personal agenda.

Lucky we were then for having local officials who kept things running even risking even their personal safety.   These were the leaders who themselves drove garbage trucks, directed vehicular traffic, coordinated with local businessmen just to keep things going.  Help came from all over that by Christmas 90 percent of the City was energized with the assistance of electric cooperatives of other regions.
 
John Lennon is not a dreamer when he “imagined of people living life in peace, a brotherhood of men sharing all the world, unbounded by religion, weaned from materiality.”  It is possible that “the world live as one” if only all would cast off greed and personal agenda.   It is just unfortunate that sometimes we have to learn it the hard way.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A few days after Typhoon Reming (Durian) a beautiful rainbow was seen for some days across the City of Legazpi.   It reminds me of the rainbow after the great flood as “God’s pledge of commitment to Noah to never again use a second deluge against humanity (Genesis 9:1–17)”.
 
 
 
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky.


Imagine all the people
Living for today...

 

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too


Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one.


-- “Imagine”,

 by John Lennon (1940-1980)

 










































Tuesday, November 12, 2013


ADVOCATUS DIABOLI in solidarity with the entire Filipino Nation  through this blog site would like to extend the gratitude of the Nation to all countries of the world who individually or as an institution have sympathized and extended help to the victims of Tropical Storm Yolanda (Hainan).
 
In John Lennon's song "IMAGINE", truly there could be a world undivided by politics, religion, race, ideology nor by territorial boundaries.
 
 
To my audiences worldwide, MARAMING SALAMAT PO!
 
 
 
 
 
 





















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