" . . . The people of
EDSA amazed me. They faced death. It was a different thing altogether from rallies or
political meetings. Life was on the line in EDSA."
Corazon C. Aquino
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and the youth
Power!" the placard proclaimed in big, bold letters. The placard proclaiming
revolution was held by a giant, walking rat who obviously does not know how to
spell. The cartoon of that autistic rat holding a placard proclaiming revolution was
printed on a yellow shirt. And I wore that yellow shirt with the printed cartoon of a rat
holding a placard proclaiming revolution when I was a little toddler.
Thats all I remember of
the EDSA revolution. Actually, it wasnt the revolution. It was just one day a year
or so after the revolt, when my parents thought "What the heck! Lets go stroll
around in Luneta!". They just happened to dress me in such a manner, and drag me to
that park where they enthusiastically took a picture of me. And that picture happened to
come upon my hands later on in life. And there I was, my grimy digits on that photograph
of a toddler wearing that certain shirt, proudly delusion that I was part of the EDSA
But then my parents told me
the truth: I was not part of the EDSA revolution. Instead, I was stuck home, still
learning how to use the toilet bowl properly.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I
know almost zip about the EDSA revolution. Except maybe from what I learned from the
heart-warming, tear-jerking, and tired accounts of the people who had seen the
tanks, their hearts pounding, because if someone right there and then fired a gunshot, or
made a loud noise, they will certainly have been squooshed to death by the tanks
and other special tributes thats aired regularly
And maybe Im just going
to repeat what has already been said, or maybe this is just me. But I believe EDSAs
not really about kicking the Marcoses out of the presidential throne, and the ravaged
country. Nor is it really about fighting back after years of injustice, of oppression, and
Its about the people.
Its about the rich and the poor, the old and the young, the geek and the jock,
losing their status, interlocking their arms, standing together in that long stretch of
highway, and for one moment, they were just Filipinos. All of them, one.
Its about people power.
Ateneo de Manila University