Stop selling Filipinas!
By James B. Reuter, S.J.
The Philippine Star 11/19/2005
A foreign writer came to the Philippines, as a visitor. He was struck by the beauty of this country. The rugged mountains in the north. The long white beaches, lined with palm trees; the sunsets.
He was a scuba diver, and was impressed even by the dramatic beauty of our underwater life. The ancient cities at the bottom of the lake, in the crater of Mount Taal. The exotic fish, along all of our shores fish that he had never seen before.
But most of all he was touched by the warmth of our people. They treated him as if it were an honor and a joy to have him as a guest in their little homes. They were so eager to make him feel at home, to make him feel that he was accepted, appreciated, a friend.
But the last sentence in his report was sad. He said: "The tragedy of the Philippines is this: in one of the worlds loveliest countries, some of the worlds most beautiful girls are being sold for money, to some of the worlds ugliest men."
It is true.
A ship casts anchor off the coast of Batangas. Our beautiful girls go out in a little boat to the side of the great ocean liner. The sailors blossom on the decks, looking down over the ships railing at the girls below. They choose the girls they want. Our girls climb up a rope ladder to the men on the deck, who take them to their quarters, overnight.
For money.
Sex tours are organized not only in Japan, but in many western countries. The men come to five star hotels. They are impressed at the cleanliness of the rooms, the efficiency and courtesy of the service. They are taken to sex dens, where they watch our beautiful girls through one way glass. The girls have large numbers on their backs. They choose the girls they want.
These girls are brought to them in the evening. They bring the girls to their rooms, overnight. The attraction of these sex tours is that they are cheap. The transportation is cheap. The hotels are cheap. And the girls are cheap amazingly cheap.
They buy our embroidered garments in stores designed for them, as foreigners. The garments are cheap. They buy our beautiful wood carvings, and the carvings are cheap. They buy our beautiful girls, and the girls are cheap. A good buy. The finest quality, at the lowest price.
Brochures are circulated, in European countries. Complete with pictures, with word descriptions, with statistics. Brides for sale. The men who buy these brides are older, and not very attractive. If they were attractive, they would be able to find a bride in their own nation.
But they are happy with the Filipinas. They are beautiful, eager to please, hardworking. They keep the house beautiful. They make it into a home. They are willing to cook, to wash, to sew, even to scrub floors. And they are cheap.
The European can buy clothing out of a catalogue. He can buy kitchenware out of a catalogue. He can buy curtains and furniture out of a catalogue. And he can buy Filipinas. Excellent quality, at the lowest price.
The foreigner goes to the internet to watch pornography. The best pornography comes from the Philippines. The girls are young 13, 14, 15, virgins! And they do anything they are asked to do. They strip completely. It is as if they were in the bedroom, with the foreign watcher. And they are cheap. The kind of girls these men could not find at home. A good buy.
The pedophile, who is in disgrace in his own country, comes to the Philippines. He can choose the child he wants from a brochure, complete with pictures, or he can watch the children at play, in our beautiful parks.
These children are very young 8,7,6. But they are willing to do anything they are asked to do. And here the pedophile is treated with great respect, as if he were a philanthropist, a public benefactor. These children are grateful for the money. Their parents need it. The parents are poor, and the pedophile comes to their rescue, giving them money. He goes away happy, very pleased with himself.
When we sold our lumber to foreigners, and they stripped our mountains of their beautiful trees, the price was high. When we had that disastrous flood in Ormoc, years ago, our scientists said almost casually "That was the first. We will have at least five more. It is inevitable. The damage has been done." And so we had those terrible floods in Quezon Province. We will have more.
When we sold our fish to foreigners, and they gathered them in, using the easiest way dynamite the price was high. No fish will come to those waters for a long, long time. The poor fishermen, living on the shore, will starve.
When we sold our land to foreigners, the price was high. Crooked politicians in Manila did it easily. Either they falsified a few public documents, or they managed it legally. The foreigner went to the poor tribal native and said: "This is my land. Get off it!" The native said: "But my father worked this land all his life, and my grandfather and my great-grandfather!" The foreigner said: "No. It is mine. Heres the document. Read it."
The tribal native could not read or write. He had no way to protect himself. He withdrew into the mountains, to land less fertile, and began where his great grandfather began years go. The politicians, in selling our land, were destroying this nation, legally. It was treason to our people!
Our Filipina girls are worth more than our trees. They are worth more than the fish in our seas. They are worth more that our land. Remember what Rizal said: "My people are poor; for centuries our only possessions have been the land, the sea, the sun, the rain. But, having nothing, we discovered that our real treasure was . each other!"
Selling our trees, our fish, our land, was treason to our people. But selling our girls is worse. The girl is sacred and holy, the most beautiful gift that God has given us. Selling our girls is not only treason to our people. It is treason to God. It is a sacrilege.
Every one who sells a girl is Judas in the Garden, selling his God for thirty pieces of silver. At the Judgment God will say to him: "So long as you have done it to the least of these, my little ones, you have done it to Me!"
The Filipino has courage. Nowhere, in the annals of war, will you find greater courage than was shown by Gregorio del Pilar and those sixty Filipino soldiers who held up the whole American Army for a full day, at Tirad Pass. They were hopelessly outnumbered. They knew that they would not survive. But they died for their people, willingly.
Nowhere will you find greater courage than was shown by those young Filipino men, only students, who would not give the names of their friends in the underground to the Japanese in Fort Santiago. They were beaten, tortured, killed. But they died with a will, for their buddies. "Greater love than this no man hath, that he lay down his life for his friend."
Whenever a Filipina is sold, all of us are shamed, humiliated, degraded. Our girls are being treated as if they were animals, for sale.
We must stand up, like Rizal. We must stand up, like Gregorio del Pilar and those sixty Filipino soldiers, at Tirad Pass. We must stand up, like those Filipino students, in Fort Santiago.
We must stand up, like men
The Philippine Star 11/19/2005
A foreign writer came to the Philippines, as a visitor. He was struck by the beauty of this country. The rugged mountains in the north. The long white beaches, lined with palm trees; the sunsets.
He was a scuba diver, and was impressed even by the dramatic beauty of our underwater life. The ancient cities at the bottom of the lake, in the crater of Mount Taal. The exotic fish, along all of our shores fish that he had never seen before.
But most of all he was touched by the warmth of our people. They treated him as if it were an honor and a joy to have him as a guest in their little homes. They were so eager to make him feel at home, to make him feel that he was accepted, appreciated, a friend.
But the last sentence in his report was sad. He said: "The tragedy of the Philippines is this: in one of the worlds loveliest countries, some of the worlds most beautiful girls are being sold for money, to some of the worlds ugliest men."
It is true.
A ship casts anchor off the coast of Batangas. Our beautiful girls go out in a little boat to the side of the great ocean liner. The sailors blossom on the decks, looking down over the ships railing at the girls below. They choose the girls they want. Our girls climb up a rope ladder to the men on the deck, who take them to their quarters, overnight.
For money.
Sex tours are organized not only in Japan, but in many western countries. The men come to five star hotels. They are impressed at the cleanliness of the rooms, the efficiency and courtesy of the service. They are taken to sex dens, where they watch our beautiful girls through one way glass. The girls have large numbers on their backs. They choose the girls they want.
These girls are brought to them in the evening. They bring the girls to their rooms, overnight. The attraction of these sex tours is that they are cheap. The transportation is cheap. The hotels are cheap. And the girls are cheap amazingly cheap.
They buy our embroidered garments in stores designed for them, as foreigners. The garments are cheap. They buy our beautiful wood carvings, and the carvings are cheap. They buy our beautiful girls, and the girls are cheap. A good buy. The finest quality, at the lowest price.
Brochures are circulated, in European countries. Complete with pictures, with word descriptions, with statistics. Brides for sale. The men who buy these brides are older, and not very attractive. If they were attractive, they would be able to find a bride in their own nation.
But they are happy with the Filipinas. They are beautiful, eager to please, hardworking. They keep the house beautiful. They make it into a home. They are willing to cook, to wash, to sew, even to scrub floors. And they are cheap.
The European can buy clothing out of a catalogue. He can buy kitchenware out of a catalogue. He can buy curtains and furniture out of a catalogue. And he can buy Filipinas. Excellent quality, at the lowest price.
The foreigner goes to the internet to watch pornography. The best pornography comes from the Philippines. The girls are young 13, 14, 15, virgins! And they do anything they are asked to do. They strip completely. It is as if they were in the bedroom, with the foreign watcher. And they are cheap. The kind of girls these men could not find at home. A good buy.
The pedophile, who is in disgrace in his own country, comes to the Philippines. He can choose the child he wants from a brochure, complete with pictures, or he can watch the children at play, in our beautiful parks.
These children are very young 8,7,6. But they are willing to do anything they are asked to do. And here the pedophile is treated with great respect, as if he were a philanthropist, a public benefactor. These children are grateful for the money. Their parents need it. The parents are poor, and the pedophile comes to their rescue, giving them money. He goes away happy, very pleased with himself.
When we sold our lumber to foreigners, and they stripped our mountains of their beautiful trees, the price was high. When we had that disastrous flood in Ormoc, years ago, our scientists said almost casually "That was the first. We will have at least five more. It is inevitable. The damage has been done." And so we had those terrible floods in Quezon Province. We will have more.
When we sold our fish to foreigners, and they gathered them in, using the easiest way dynamite the price was high. No fish will come to those waters for a long, long time. The poor fishermen, living on the shore, will starve.
When we sold our land to foreigners, the price was high. Crooked politicians in Manila did it easily. Either they falsified a few public documents, or they managed it legally. The foreigner went to the poor tribal native and said: "This is my land. Get off it!" The native said: "But my father worked this land all his life, and my grandfather and my great-grandfather!" The foreigner said: "No. It is mine. Heres the document. Read it."
The tribal native could not read or write. He had no way to protect himself. He withdrew into the mountains, to land less fertile, and began where his great grandfather began years go. The politicians, in selling our land, were destroying this nation, legally. It was treason to our people!
Our Filipina girls are worth more than our trees. They are worth more than the fish in our seas. They are worth more that our land. Remember what Rizal said: "My people are poor; for centuries our only possessions have been the land, the sea, the sun, the rain. But, having nothing, we discovered that our real treasure was . each other!"
Selling our trees, our fish, our land, was treason to our people. But selling our girls is worse. The girl is sacred and holy, the most beautiful gift that God has given us. Selling our girls is not only treason to our people. It is treason to God. It is a sacrilege.
Every one who sells a girl is Judas in the Garden, selling his God for thirty pieces of silver. At the Judgment God will say to him: "So long as you have done it to the least of these, my little ones, you have done it to Me!"
The Filipino has courage. Nowhere, in the annals of war, will you find greater courage than was shown by Gregorio del Pilar and those sixty Filipino soldiers who held up the whole American Army for a full day, at Tirad Pass. They were hopelessly outnumbered. They knew that they would not survive. But they died for their people, willingly.
Nowhere will you find greater courage than was shown by those young Filipino men, only students, who would not give the names of their friends in the underground to the Japanese in Fort Santiago. They were beaten, tortured, killed. But they died with a will, for their buddies. "Greater love than this no man hath, that he lay down his life for his friend."
Whenever a Filipina is sold, all of us are shamed, humiliated, degraded. Our girls are being treated as if they were animals, for sale.
We must stand up, like Rizal. We must stand up, like Gregorio del Pilar and those sixty Filipino soldiers, at Tirad Pass. We must stand up, like those Filipino students, in Fort Santiago.
We must stand up, like men
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