An Open Letter to Noynoy

I was going to do a review on one of my favorite restaurants in Quezon City, Philippines, but I came across this open letter by one of my favorite authors, F. Sionil Jose, to the Philippine President-Elect Benigno S. Aquino III. Many of our US readers may not find themselves able to relate to this post and, for that, I greatly apologize. However, most of our readers (all, I don’t know, five of them ) are Filipinos and I wish for them to read this letter to our new leader. I may have left the country to make the most out of my life in a foreign land, but I am proud of my roots. Despite the known despicable and embarrassing qualities we (yes, WE…I am not washing my hands off clean) possess, I am so very proud to be Pinoy.We do have a lot in ourselves to be proud of that does not involve boxing.

My favorite line from this letter is this: To succeed, you have to betray your class.

We, as a nation, have all failed so many times because most of our past leaders did not betray their class. Um, for one, has lost all faith in Philippine politics for the sole reason that those that are in office are the ones that are wealthiest.

So many people in my generation have grown so apathetic of the politics and governance in the country. Can we blame them? Maybe. Maybe not. I, however, came from two generations (that I am aware of) of public servants. At one point, I even fancied a career in the Philippine government. For some reason, that didn’t materialize. Every now and then, though, I wonder about how I would be able to contribute in this day and age when the people no longer have confidence in the system and the leaders are perceived as mediocre.

Anyway, here it is. And please pass. Let it reach the computers of every Filipino in the world.

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Dear Noynoy,

You are now swamped with suggestions and advice, but just the same, I hope you?ll have time to read what this octogenarian has to say.

You were not my choice in the last election but since our people have spoken, we must now support you and pray that you prevail. But first, I must remind you of the stern reality that your drumbeaters ignore: you have no noble legacy from your forbears. It is now your arduous job to create one yourself in the six years that you will be the single most powerful Filipino. Six years is too short a time ? the experience in our part of the world is that it takes at least one generation ? 25 years ? for a sick nation to recover and prosper. But you can begin that happy process of healing.

Bear in mind that the past weighs heavily on all of us because of the many contradictions in it that we have not resolved, whose resolutions would strengthen us as a nation. This past is now your burden, too. Let us start with the fact that your grandfather collaborated with the Japanese. Your father was deeply aware of this, its stigma, its possibilities. He did not leave any legacy because he did not become president. He was a brilliant and courageous politician. He was an enterprising journalist; he had friends in journalism who can attest to his effulgent vision, who did not profit from his friendship, among them Nestor Mata, Gregorio Brillantes ? you may consult them. I cannot say I did not profit ? he bought many books from my shop and when he was in Marcos?s prison, your mother brought books from my shop to him.

Forgive me for giving you this unsolicited advice. First, beware of hubris; you are surrounded by panderers who will tell you what is nice to hear. You need to be humble always and heed your conscience. When Caesar was paraded in ancient Rome before the cheering multitudes, there was always a man chanting behind him: ?Remember, you are mortal.?

I say to you, remember, the poor ? some of them in your own hacienda ? will be your ultimate judge.

From your comfortable and privileged cocoon, you know so little of our country and people. Seek the help of the best ? and the best do not normally want to work in government and neither will they approach you. You have to seek them.

Be the revolutionary your father wanted to be and don?t be scared or wary of the word ?revolution.? It need not be always bloody. EDSA I was not. Your father wanted to destroy the most formidable obstacle to our progress ? the Oligarchy to which you and your family belong. To succeed, you have to betray your class. If you cannot smash the oligarchy, at least strive to have their wealth develop this country, that they bring back the billions they stashed abroad. You cannot do this in six years, but you can begin.

Prosecute the crooks. It is difficult, thankless and even dangerous to do this. Your mother did not do it ? she did not jail Imelda who was the partner in that conjugal dictatorship that plundered this nation. Watch her children ? they were much too young to have participated in that looting but they are heirs to the billions which their parents stashed abroad. Now the Marcoses are on the high road to power, gloating, snickering at our credulity and despicable amnesia.

You know the biggest crooks in and out of government, those powerful smugglers, thieves, tax cheats ? all you really need is guts to clobber them. Your father had lots of it ? I hope he passed on to you most of it.

And most of all, now that you have the muscle to do it, go after your father?s killers. Blood and duty compel you to do so. Cory was only his wife ? you are the anointed and only son. Your regime will be measured by how you resolve this most blatant crime that robbed us of a true leader.

And, finally, your mother. We loved her ? she united us in ousting an abominable dictator. But she, too, did not leave a shining legacy for her presidency was a disaster. She announced a revolutionary government but did nothing revolutionary. She promised land reform but did not do it. And most grievous of all ? she transformed the EDSA I revolution into a restoration of the oligarchy.

She became president only because her husband was murdered and you became president elect only because your mother died. Still, you are your father?s son and may you now ? for the good of this country and people ? scale the heights he and your mother never reached.

I am 85 and how I despair over how three generations of our leaders failed! Before I go, please let me see this unhappy country begin to be a much better place than the garbage dump our leaders and people have made it. You can be this long awaited messiah but only if you are brave enough and wise enough to redeem your father?s aborted promise.

Hopefully yours,

F. Sionil Jose