Wednesday, February 17, 2010

FILIPINO SPEECHES

THE EDUCATED MAN
Jovito Salonga

What then, is the educated man? Is he the man who has read a lot? Partly yes, because his reading is serious and discriminate and uplifting. Is he the man who remembers many facts and events? Partly yes, because the training of memory is a wholesome discipline that requires effort and application, and because one cannot make a sound judgment without respect for remembered facts. Is the educated man, then one who because of his skills is able to provide for himself and his family? Partly yes, since education should teach us how to make a living. But there is one thing we should always remember and it is this - that far more important than the making of a living is the living of a life - a good life, a meaningful life, an abundant life.

The educated man lives this kind of life because he has opened the windows of his mind to great thoughts and noble ideas, because he is not imprisoned by the printed page but chooses to make a relentless, rigorous analysis and evaluation of everything he reads; because he is less interested in the accumulation of degrees than the stimulation of his mind and the cultivation of a generous spirit; because his interest is less in knowing who is right more importantly in discerning what is right and defending it with all the resources at his command; because he is not awed by authority,but is humble enough to recognize that his best judgment is imperfect and may well be tainted by error or pride; because he has a deep reverence for the inherent worth and dignity of every human being as a creature of God; because he has health sense of values, a breadth of outlook, and the depth of compassion which a purposeful education generates; because whenever he talks about good government he is prepared and willing to sacrifice, himself for it; and because he lives a life of relevance to the world in which he lives, sharing in the problems of his time and doing whatever he can with intelligence and fairness and understanding.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

SPEECHES

LAND OF BONDAGE,
LAND OF THE FREE
Raul Manglapus


Once upon a time, the Tao owned a piece of land. It was all He owned. But He cherished it, for it gave Him three things, having which, he was content: life, first of all, and liberty, and happiness.

Then one day the Spaniard came and commanded Him to pay tribute to the crown of Spain. The Tao paid tribute. And He was silent - He was certain that He was still master of His land.

The Spaniard became rich. But with riches, evil entered into him and he came to the Tao a second time. He read to the Tao a formidable document saying: "According to this Decreato Real, which unfortunately you cannot read, this that you have been paying to me is not tribute but rent, for the land is not yours but mine. The Tao paid rent and said nothing. He ceased to be a freeman. He became a serf. Still the Tao help His peace. The rent went up and up. The Tao starved.

And this time at last He spoke.

I indict the Spanish encomendero for inventing taxes impossible to bear.

I indict the usurer for saddling me with debts impossible to pay.

I indict the irresponsible radical leaders who undermine with insidious eloquence the confidence if my kind in our government,

You accuse me of not supporting my family.Free me from my bondage and I shall proved you false.

You accused me of ignorance but I am ignorant because my master finds it profitable to keep me ignorant. Free me from my bondage and I shall proved you false.

You accuse me of indolence. But I am indolent not because I have no will, but because I have no hope. Why should I labor, if all the fruits of my labor go to pay an unpayable debt? Free me from bondage and I shall prove you false.

But if you will not grant this...if you will not grant this last request, this ultimate demand, then build a wall around your home...build it high! Build it strong! Place a sentry on every parapet! For I who have been silent all these three hundred years will come in the night when you are feasting, with my cry and my bolo at your door. And may God have mercy on your soul!