Marcos is not our TOTGA

Marcos is not PH’s TOTGA. He is a dictator. He is not a hero.

The Absurdity of Social Media Arrogance

In times where advocacy is grossly platformed in social media, it cannot be denied that a lot of self-righteous personages emerged from the flickers and clacks of their computer screens and keyboards.

ABS-CBN Shutdown: When Our Freedoms Are Threatened

We stand on the shoulders of our heroes – the mighty men and women who fought with guns, machetes, sharp strategy, and sheer courage to hand us on a silver platter the freedoms we now enjoy. Our liberties are born from the blood of brave hearts who took up arms or took to the streets…

Kapamilya Lockdown, A Disservice to the Filipino

May mahaba akong essay na laan sana rito ito, pero na-realize ko, parte ng pribilehiyo ko bilang bahagi ng industriyang ito na naiintindihan ko ang koneksyon ng kagustuhang ipasara ang ABS-CBN sa pagsikil sa kalayaang mamahayag. Pero hindi lahat gets kung bakit mahalaga ito. ‘Yung iba, hindi makaalis sa sarili nilang privileged bubble kaya hindi…

Pressuring Press Freedom

One of the core principles of journalism is to be the watchdog of authority figures, especially the government. It aims to provide transparency and break the walls between power and the people. Shenanigans, propaganda, and all that — trust the media to find that out. Given this, it is not surprising when a government official…

No, Mr. President, I Do Not Feel Safe

I live in Barangay Holy Spirit, Quezon City, adjacent to the Camanava district in Northern Metro Manila. Early morning, Friday, August 18, the Northern Police District was wrapping up their overnight drug sweep of Camanava that yielded 24 deaths, and 36 arrests. That same Friday, at around 1:30 am, I went home later than usual…

No Monkey Business: Banana Farmers to Corporate Giant Lapanday

Like food for the gods, the Cavendish bananas of Tagum City, Davao Del Norte are spotless. Sealed with stickers to mark their perfection, they are being shipped to countries in the Asia Pacific contributing billions to the domestic economy. But what many don’t know, these bananas were grown on a soil soaked with sweat and…

To the Boy Who Lost His Father to the Drug War

It was eight o’ clock in the evening along Taft Avenue in Manila when a street child was going around each store to ask for food, if not for some coins. He was thin, muddled, and soaked in the rain. He approached me with the usual demand, “Kuya, pahingi naman ng pambiling pagkain.” (Older brother,…