Photo Gallery (January 30)

S.P. Lopez at the AS steps, after January 26 rally in Congress (UP Archives)

The UP Concert Chorus at Agrifina Circle on Jan 29 before marching to Malacanang (UP Archives)

Salvador P. Lopez and the UP group with Ferdinand Marcos in Malacanang, January 29 (UP Alumni Yearbook 1970)

Another picture of UP faculty presenting to Marcos a declaration of concern, as a result of the January 26 rally (UP Archives)

From a peaceful rally in Congress, demonstrators proceed to Malacanang in the afternoon of Jan 30 (Sunday Times Magazine)

Edgar Jopson face-to-face with Marcos in Malacañang on January 30

While Jopson and Portial Ilagan were meeting with Marcos, trouble erupted outside the Palace. Here are some photos outside Gate 4 and vicinity, taken from publications like the Philippines Free Press, Sunday Times Magazine, Weekly Graphic, and books like First Quarter Storm of 1970 (Silangan Publishers), I See Red In a Circle (Alabado) and I Saw Them Aim and Fire (Rotea).

The Senate Report on January 30 Demonstration

JANUARY 30 DEMONSTRATION

on March 12, 1970, the Senate Special Committee of the Seventh Congress of the Republic of the Philippines, published  a report, Investigation of the January 26 and 30 Rallies and the Root Causes of Mass Demonstrations. “This is a Report on the investigation of the events immediately prior to and attendant to the mass student/youth/labor/peasant demonstrations of 26th and 30th January, 1970 conducted by the Joint Committee of both Houses of Congress. The Committee was formed pursuant to House concurrent resolution No. 2 entitled Concurrent Resolution creating a Joint Committeee on Both Houses of Congress to investigate Mass Demonstrations, passed by the House on January 28, 1970 and by the Senate with amendments, on February 3, 1970.” The Senate Panel  was composed of Lorenzo M. Tañada, chairman; Jose W. Diokno, Lorenzo Sumulong, Ambrosio Padilla, Jovito Salonga, Lorenzo Teves, Helena Z. Benitez, members; Jose J. Roy, Arturo M. Tolentino, Gerardo Roxas, ex-officio members.

On April 16, 1970, the House of Representatives published a separate document in book form, Final Report on the Root Causes of Mass Demonstrations. The House Panel was composed of Aguedo F. Agbayani, chairman; Fernando R. Veloso, vice-chairman; Eduardo R. Gullas, Jose D. Aspiras, Artemio A. Loyola, Emilio R. Espinosa, and John H. Osmeña, members.

A copy of Senate report used here is available at the Filipiniana section of the UP Main Library in Diliman, Quezon City, while a copy of House Panel’s book is available at the Archives of the House of Representatives.

The two reports, although based on the joint Senate and House hearings, differ in style and presentation. We are publishing excerpts from the Senate report as it gives a coherent overview of what transpired during the two mass actions. We have deleted references to different “annexes” and “exhibits” for easier reading. –TFQSL Administrator

Statement of Facts

Four permits to rally were issued by the Manila City Mayor’s Office for January 30. One, to Ricardo S. Cortez of the Anti-graft League of the Philippines, to demonstrate from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. in front of Congress. The second, to Brig. Gen. Dionisio Ojeda (Ret.) of the Retired Veterans Association, Inc., to demonstrate beginning January 19, 1970 and without date specified for expiry of permit, at Freedom Park in front of Malacañang. The third, to Roberto Arao and Rev. Fr. David Albano, College Editors Guild, to rally or march to Congress via Taft Avenue, from 3:00 to 6:00 p.m., January 29 to February 1, 1970.mikhail The last permit was issued to Ben Compti for the Young Socialists of the Philippines (YCSP), to demonstrate before Congress from January 27 to February 2, 1970. There was only one permit actually issued therefore to demonstrate in the vicinity of Malacañang on January 30–that of the Retired Veterans Association, Inc. The other permits were for rallies or marches near or in front of Congress only, not Malacañang. But most newspapers on January 30 announced a massive student rally in front of Malacañng to denounce the “police brutality” of January 26 and repeat demands for a non-partisan Constitutional Convention (Manila Times, Jan. 30, 1970; Daily Mirror, Jan 30, 1970).

No evidence has been adduced to show whether the Anti-Graft League or the College Editors Guild or the Veterans Association did in fact hold their rallies on the 30th. What concerns this investigation more in any event is the Young Christian Socialists’ rally. This demonstration was a large one, swelled by sympathizing organizations like the NUSP and the NSL who “shared” the YCSP permit. The crowd at its height was estimated at over 20,000. It began at 9:00 in the morning and insofar as the NUSP and the NSL were concerned, ended at 2:00 p.m. It was described as “peaceful and beautiful” by one of the participants, Miss Portia Ilagan . And so in fact it was.

After two o’clock, the NSL leaders met at their office and proceeded to the College of Holy Spirit in Mendiola to await an appointment with President Marcos who had requested to talk with several student leaders. Many NSL and NUSP demonstrators presumably went home after two but it is probable that many more joined the march to Malacañang later.

The NUSP and NSL representatives invited by the President, led by Mr. Edgardo Jopson and Miss Portia Ilagan, assembles at the college of the Holy Spirit from where they were fetched by a presidential aide and brought to the President’s office at around 4:00.

Back at the Congress however, the other rallyists did not end their demonstration until shortly past 6:00 p.m. when the National Anthem was sung. After the Anthem, the rallyists, apparently without benefit of permit, and augmented by new arrivals, then marched along the City Hall to Malacañang.

The law enforcement agencies however were not unprepared for this development. Arrangements to secure Malacañang had been made as early as January 28 when officers of the PC Metrocom met those of the Presidential Security Agency and the next day coordinated their plans with the Manila Police Department in a meeting at which Mayor Antonio Villegas was present.  Under arrangements reached at the latter conference, the MPD was to be primarily responsible for law and order in the areas expected to be covered by the demonstrators, including Malacañang. The Metrocom would provide only “supporting/ augmenting force”.

The PC Metrocom apparently considered the dangers inherent in the demonstration so great that they offered to provide and did provide the MPD with 150 wicker shields, 25 gas masks, 153 steel helmets with liners, five 2 ½ ton (6×6) truck (six were promised but one broke down at the last moment), and one radio-equipped car “netted” with the Metrocom Command Net. Another “radio” car was provided the presidential Security Agency (PSA).

Deployment of forces was as follows:

1. North Sector. 14 officers and 240 enlisted men under Lt. Col Jorein I. Aguilar, attached to the Presidential Security Guard and stationed in Malacañang at 6:10 a.m.;

2. Central Sector. 9 officers and 102 men under Lt. Col. Norberto Calderon, stationed at the Presidential Economic Staff (PES) building compound on Arlegui Street from 6:00 a.m.;

3. South Sector. 8 officers and 108 men under Lt. Col. Santiago Tongio stationed at 4:50 p.m. at the Quirino Granstand (Luneta) but later (6:00 p.m.) moved to the PES compound;

4. Reaction Strike Force. 9 officers and 132 men under Maj. Leodegario Victorino, Stationed from 6:00 a.m. at the PES compound; this force was augmented by another 4 officers and 45 men (PC) at 9:45 a.m.;

5. Headquarters Metrocom. 22 officers and 96 men, headed by Col. Mariano Ordoñez as Commanding Officer and Col. Cesar Jasmin as Deputy Commander, set up at 9:15 a.m. at the PES compound.

As above-mentioned, the MPD was to provide peace and order maintenance primarily. Under Operations Order No. 1-70, the MPD was to control traffic along J.P. Laurel Street and conduct disturbance control operations if necessary as directed by Mayor Villegas. The MPD deployed itself in two areas, one group near the Centro Escolar University under Major de Guzman and the other at the San Miguel Pro Cathedral under Major Yson. Both groups were concealed or attempted to be inconspicuous at the start of the rally. The north sector was to be attached to the PSA which would secure Malacañang itself. The Central Sector would secure the area in front of Malacañang while the South Sector (earlier at the Quirino Grandstand) would act as reserve. The Reaction Strike Force would on orders disperse demonstrators “towards the west”. All operations were to be under overall command of Headquarters which would also provide a medical station. One other unit not above enumerated was the MID (Metrocom Investigation Detachment) with a mission to conduct continuous surveillance in front of Malacañang.

Among the coordinating instructions, the following may be cited:

x x x x

“(3) Trouble makers among the demonstrators will be identified, segregated, arrested and turned over to the MPD for disposition.

(4) Maximum tolerance to demonstrators should be observed.

(5) The use of force will be avoided, and shall be resorted to only when necessary” (p. 2 (g), (3), (4) and (5), Annex “B”, Exh. “A” – Ordoñez).

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Significally absent from the new set of coordinating instructions was that which appeared in Operations Plan PAYAPA (for the rally of the 26th), “Firepower will be resorted to only when troops are fired upon or when the lives of the President and his family are in immediate danger”.

By 6:20 p.m. the march to Malacañang was well underway.  5,000 demontrators were reported to have left for Malacañang at around 5:00 p.m., 9,000 more at 6:10 p.m. By 6:20, Metrocom reported that about 15,000 were marching towards Malacañang. The Metrocom report notes that a Philippine flag carried by the marchers was flying with the red side up. Shortly after 7:00 most of the marchers were in the immediate vicinity of Malacañang, to join other thousands who had there converged from other starting points. All told, the crowd was estimated at 30,000.

At about the time the demonstrators were marching to Malacañang, President Marcos, assisted by some Senators and Congressmen, was holding his “dialogue” with some 20 students led by Edgar Jopson, Portia Ilagan and Crispin Aranda (head of Student Council of the Philippine College of Commerce). This conference, which may be dealt with a greater length in the report on root causes, was moderately successful, the President making a few important concessions to youth demands (though as later reported not enough in the students’ view).

Before the dialogue had ended however, trouble had already begun to erupt outside the gates of Malacañang so that both Jopson and Ilagan had to be ferried across the Pasig to get out of the palace compound. Some claim the disturbance started because explosives were set off within the Malacañang compound followed by a rain of stones as the marchers began to arrive. Metrocom and the police on the other hand claim the explosives came from the rallyists’ side. It had by then become dark but the lights on the Malacañang fence remained unlighted. The crowd shouted for lights but when they were put on, they proceeded to stone the lamps one by one. Another version was that stones were being thrown at the demonstrators from inside the compound and some of these were hitting the lamps. That there were stones being thrown from Malacañang cannot be doubted as one radio commentator witnessed and reported it on-the-spot. What seems also established is that the lights were not on as evening fell and were lit only after a clamoring for light from the crowd.

The demonstrators had been broken up by “blocking” operations of the Metrocom into two main sections- the first, mostly consisting of marchers from Congress was gathered around the area of Freedom Park in front of the main gate (Gate 3) and the other, in the area fronting Gate 4 and at the intersection of J. P. Laurel, Arlegui and Mendiola streets. Those in front of Gate 3 did not know what was going on in front of Gate 4.

At the main gate there were speeches, bonfires and some stone-throwing. But it was in the second area where the really serious trouble began. Several rallyists aver that the trouble started because the demonstrators were “rained” with stones from the Budget building and that the students simply retaliated. At about a quarter past seven, some demonstrators lifted a police outpost and with it tried to ram Gate 4. Failing in this attempt, they positioned it near the gate, poured gasoline on it and set it afire. (Gasoline was being bought or seized from the Shell station at the corner of J. P. Laurel and Arlegui streets). Shortly afterwards, someone set off the fire alarm at the corner of Mendiola and J. P. Laurel Streets. In a few minutes, MFD Fire Truck No. 10 from Sta. Mesa was at the scene. Upon reaching J. P. Laurel in front of St. Jude Church it trained its water hose on the crowd in an attempt to disperse it. The demonstrators pelted it with stones in turn. The firemen tried to defend themselves with the water hose but the water pressure was insufficient and the truck was quickly seized by the demonstrators. They broke the windshield and other parts and then rushed it to ram Gate 4. This time they succeeded – Gate 4 gave way. The truck and its passengers entered the compound. A few demonstrators rushed in, hurling stones and “molotov cocktails.” The PSA and the Metrocom North Sector stationed in the compound, then moved to repel them by firing blank bullets and exploding tear gas bombs. Before they could drive out the demonstrators however, the latter succeeded in setting on fire a government vehicle and part of the fire truck, as well as damaging many building windows and several other vehicles.

By 8:00 p.m., Gate 4 was recaptured. A few arrests were made – and a lull of almost one hour ensued. It seemed as if the rallyists were now about to disperse. But then reinforcement from Central Sector and Reaction Strike Force arrived and the troopers undertook to clear J. P. Laurel street (up to St. Jude Church at one end and up to the vicinity of Gate 3 at the other), and Mendiola street up to Concepcion Aguila, (the street between San Beda and the Holy Spirit College). On Arlegui, the South Sector in turn pushed the demonstrators up to P. Casal Street. All this was done with great roughness and was accompanied by violent skirmishing with the demonstrators. There was excessive and indiscriminate beating and bludgeoning of all the demonstrators in sight and within reach at this stage. It was also during this retreat down Mendiola that the rallyists burned a parked jeep. A second lull followed. When the crowd had been pushed up to the vicinity of the bridge, the other section of the demonstrating crowd – the one in the vicinity of the main gate was now getting restless and uneasy. Many of them now wanted and were prepared to go home . But the word got around that they were trapped in – that the other exits on the western side of J. P. Laurel, and on San Rafael/ Arlegui had been blocked by Metrocom troopers. The suggestion came that the best way out was Mendiola. There was therefore a mass exodus shortly before ten o’clock towards Mendiola which by now had been more or less cleared up to San Beda by the Metrocom elements.

The troopers allowed the demonstrators coming from the main gate, said to be some 2,000 in number, to pass unimpeded to Mendiola. The Metrocom claims however that when these newcomers joined up with the “stragglers” on Mendiola street, a new burst of violence erupted. The Metrocom troopers and MPD policemen who lined up across Mendiola street between San Beda and Centro Escolar University in order to contain the crowd they had pushed beyond the Concepcion Aguila point, now had to withdraw to a new line near the Holy Spirit College to avoid being sandwiched between the demonstrators on either side.

The crowd was again being pushed towards Mendiola bridge. Some were able to escape to Tuberias through small alleys to Claro M. Recto. Others sought refuge in San Beda College while still others were welcomed into nearby houses. Further reinforcements had now arrived from Philippine Army, the Philippine Constabulary and the Philippine Navy headquarters. Reinforcements all the way from the provinces by now had also arrived in Manila – Task Force Lawin and certain other units.

The troopers were now concentrating their efforts on the Mendiola Bridge area where the great bulk of students all the way to Recto and Legarda were. Possession of the bridge apparently changed hands twice as the infuriated crowd reacted to the police action. At this point shots began to be fired. The Metrocom claims they were shots upward – into the air. And this was confirmed by the radio commentator covering the rally (ABS-CBN radio tape). But the fact is that several demonstrators were hit by bullets, some fatally. Demonstrators caught were moreover beaten up, made to go through a gauntlet of blows before being boarded on to a truck for detention at the PES compound. The troopers and the police were clearly on a rampage, too.

At one point the demonstrators tried to stem the advance of the soldiers by positioning a Yujuico bus on Mendiola bridge. But this could at best only delay the advance of a far superior force. Soon the troopers had gained the bridge and were clearing the intersection of Recto, Legarda and Mendiola. This they were able to do in great part by the simple expedient of using firepower. The soldiers fires in the air but they also fired at the ground right in front of the line of massed demonstrators. The bullets and splinters of the pavement would ricochet upwards and hit some of the demonstrators in the legs and other parts of the body. As many began to fall bleeding, the crowd was forced to retreat in panic and confusion, stopping only to pick up the wounded. Nevertheless, infuriated by this use of superior force, some demonstrators continued pelting the troopers and the police, burning government property within reach but, significantly, sparing private property in the vicinity.

Outside the perimeter of actual confrontation however other elements, probably not actual demonstrators, took the commotion as a license to commit acts of vandalism, thievery and robbery in places as far away from the stricken sector as Avenida Rizal near Funeraria Paz and the Odeon Theater and the Plaza Miranda/ Lacson Underpass Area. But these incidents, while many, were isolated and clearly not part of any design to sow general confusion and disorder.

The disturbance finally quieted at around 3:00 a.m. of Saturday morning, January 31. Casualties reported on Saturday’s papers listed three dead (Ricardo Alcantara, Fernando Catabay and Felicisimo Roldan, all students) and over a hundred injured, many seriously. Two among the wounded died later. Alcantara was shot near the San Beda College gate, Catabay, between the Centro Escolar University and San Beda, while Roldan was shot in front of the Centro Escolar University.

Findings and Observations

1. The observations above-made on the demonstrations and riot control in general apply of course to the demonstration of January 30.

2. There can be no doubt that the demonstration of the 30th was a direct offshoot of the police brutality employed to break up the demonstration of the 26th.

3. While in the demonstration of the 26th the role of law enforcement was predominantly filled by the Manila Police, in that of the 30th, it was carried out principally by units of the Metrocom and the Philippine Constabulary.

4. The immediate cause of the outbreak of trouble is difficult to establish. The demonstrators claim that they were provoked by stone-throwing from inside the Malacañang compound. This claim appears to be corroborated by the radio announcer, Ronny Nathaniel of the radio unit of Channel 13, who on the spot reported the stone- throwing and complained that he himself had been hit. Moreover it seems well established that the lights along the Malacañang fence were left unlit despite the fall of darkness, an ominous circumstance that also added to the tension. The demonstrators feared the darkness could be intended as a cover for attacks on them from the agents of law enforcement.

5. Whatever way the trouble may have started, the fact that stones were hurled from the Malacañang side is well- established. Whether they were thrown before or after the outbreak of trouble may not be clear but the fact that stones were thrown from Malacañang, either by the troopers themselves or at the very least with their approval, is inexcusable.

6. The demonstrators on the other hand were definitely in an uglier mood than on the 26th. The actions of the demonstrators in front of Gate 4 particularly, cannot be condoned. Seizing public property like the guardhouse outside the gate and burning it was an unlawful act and is punishable by law. Exploding “Molotov cocktails” and home-made bombs let alone stone- throwing, was equally lawless and highly reprehensible. Seizing the fire-truck and ramming it against the gate, breaking the gate open and destroying window panes of adjacent government buildings are all actions that must be strongly condemned and deplored. They contribute in no way to the cause for which the demonstrators fight but detract from it and diminish it, while also alienating the mass of whatever public sympathy there may be for their demands. The country is not in that stage where such acts on a sustained scale might be justified. There are still alternatives to violence to achieve reforms desired. The young man, be he university student, worker, or farmer, who really loves his country and who genuinely wants to see reforms effected in his society will not resort to methods that only serve to alienate the public sympathy he so critically needs to attain his objective. The youth who deliberately perpetrates acts of violence at a demonstration doe not really want the reforms he claims to stand for. He either wants something else which he is not honest enough to publicly announce or is nothing more than a delinquent guising as a crusader.

7. But the law enforcement agencies again showed lack of imagination in dealing with the emergency. The evidence shows that there was at least one long lull of about an hour, after Gate 4 was “recaptured”, at which point, according to the testimony of some rallyists, the demonstrators seemed about to disperse. But the Metrocom instead of facilitating the dispersal by clearing the exits on Aviles (in front of St. Jude’s Church), San Miguel, Arlegui and Mandiola, had reinforcements from Central Sector and Reaction Strike Force come in thereby alarming the demonstrators anew. This signaled the start of the charging and skirmishing (not excluding the firing of guns) down Mendiola street up to the bridge.

8. When the Gate 4 crowd had been pushed up to the Mendiola bridge, things quieted down again. But the law enforcers committed the second mistake of diverting the Gate 2 and 3 crowd, which had been comparatively pacific and wanted to go home, to Mendiola to join the already resentful group waiting at the bridge, when they could have had them disperse on the San Miguel side. It is true that some of the Gates 2 and 3 crowd could have joined the Mendiola group after passing through the San Miguel exit but the bulk of them, judging from the fact that they had been generally quiet and desired to go home, would probably have really gone home. What the law enforcers did was in effect to force this entire mass of about 2,000 to join the more aggressive group at Mendiola. The result was the deterioration of the tense situation into real violence and finally, tragedy. Ninety four demonstrators and by-standers were injured, thirty six suffered gunshot wounds and six died of bullet wounds.

9. The truth of the matter seems to be that as on the 26th the police and the military had overreacted to a situation. The Committee can not share the military’s fear that a takeover of Malacañang was contemplated. They made much of the fact that the rallyists flew the Philippine flag with the red side turned up, a circumstance which we are inclined to dismiss as an expression of youthful exuberance rather than real sinister and aggressive intent. Actions like this and like the wearing of Mao Tse Tung pins, display of Ho Chi Minh posters, reading and possession of Communist books are ordinary forms of protest common to youth movements all over the world. They are not signs of the revolution with which the military may be pre-occupying itself over much.

10. What does not seem to have struck the law enforcement agencies was that the demonstrators were not armed. Not a single firearm has been claimed to have been discovered on a demonstrator. How then justify the military’s resort to firepower, aimed at first upward but later directly at the ground a few feet before the crowd? This was inexcusable conduct on the part of the military that should be thoroughly investigated and punished.

11. There was no plan by the student demonstrators to seize or sack Malacañang. The law enforcers should have realized this from the start. They had MID agents mixing with the crowd who easily could have ascertained that the “weapons” they carried were not adequate for such a mission. And this absence of intent to seize Malacañang should have been confirmed to the military when after Gate 4 was open, there was no attempt on the part of the demonstrators to rush in and over-run the grounds as they surely would have done had there really been such a plan. The excessive belligerence with which the law enforcement agents handled the demonstrators after the Gate 4 incident was therefore uncalled for and the deaths and the maiming wholly inexcusable.

12.  Another noteworthy fact is that the January 30th rally had two phases–one in front of Congress and the other in front of Malacañang and vicinity, that the Congress rally was peaceful without incident (even after the NUSP- NSL withdrew – at 2:00 p.m.) and that the violence broke out where there was a heavier concentration of police and troopers–at Malacañang. The circumstance tends to confirm the belief held by many that the presence of the police and/or the military only helps build up tensions and render the outbreak of violence more likely. On January 29th there also was a rally in front of Congress at which the helmeted law enforcers were conspicuous for their absence. The rally was remarkably peaceful. The rallies subsequent to the 30th also tend to support this theory. It is only when the police confront the demonstrators that violence tends to erupt. #

Speech: Senator Benigno Aquino Jr.

Published on the Senate Congressional Record, Vol. 1, No. 6, p. 110, with minor changes like deletion of the usual, “Mr. President” in reference to the presiding officer. Delivered on February 2, 1970 in the Senate.

Four Filipino students are dead.

They were shot not by strangers, but by their own country-men; not by invaders, but by the soldiers of their own government, by the guards of their own president.

They were:

Felicisimo Singh Roldan, 21, of Far Eastern University.

Ricardo Alcantara, 19, of the University of the Philippines.

Fernando Catabay, 18, of Manuel L. Quezon University.

Bernardo Tausa, 16, of Mapa High School.

These were young students, not grizzled rebels — innocent, unarmed, defenseless! They were gunned down while fleeing from the presidential security forces, not while assaulting Malacañang and the President.

They were killed on Mendiola and Claro M. Recto streets, not inside or even outside Malacañang, and they were fleeing — I repeat, fleeing — not locked in combat with the guards of Mr. Marcos’

They were killed in cold blood!

I will agree the Presidential Guard Battalion, the PSU, the PC, the Special Forces, the police — would have had a right to shoot if they were assaulted and threatened. But to shoot at fleeing students — and shoot indiscriminately — what can you call this?

No amount of evidence that the demonstration had been infiltrated by subversives, that the demonstrators had turned into a howling mob, that so much property had been damaged would —by any measure — excuse the way the four innocent students were murdered.

As Police Chief Herbert Jenkins of Atlanta, Georgia, one of the American cities badly torn by riots, said:

“If you order him to halt, and he keeps coming at you, you are justified in shooting him. But if he breaks and runs, you had better hold your fire. If you shoot him in the back, you will face a murder charge.”

Mr. Marcos grieves over the four fallen youth martyrs, but what has he done to bring the murderers of Alcantara, Catabay, Roldan and Tausa to justice? Instead of trying to locate them, he has paid tribute to their killers — and the Commander of the Metrocom, Colonel Ordoñez, has been promoted to General!

But, he said, again rationalizing the armed forces reprisal, the people involved in Black Friday “were men dedicated to an evil purposes — and that is to destroy Malacañang Palace and/or take it over.” And he detailed:

“They threw not Molotov cocktails, as some have reported, but bombs into the Malacañang compound.”

Mr. President, I think Mr. Marcos was making a bomb out of a ba-wang. Even a giant bawang does not make a bomb. A bomb, as defined by Webster’s, is:

“Bomb (bom, bum). N. a hollow iron ball or shell filled with an explosive material fired from a mortar and usually exploded by a fuse; any missile similarly constructed and thrown, or set in place.”

If bombs were indeed thrown, not bawangs, surely craters must have been made in Malacañang. Where are they?

And if indeed they were, surely some presidential guards must have been wounded by shrapnel, if not killed. Curiously we have not read of anybody killed or wounded by Mr. Marcos’ imagined bomb.

But PC Chief Brig. Gen. Vicente Raval loyally — as expected — backs up the Chief. To show evidence, Raval has produced a .22-caliber revolver and a 9-millimeter Browning pistol allegedly seized at the riot. He was a spectacle on TV, Mr. President, as he smelled the revolver’s muzzle in an effort to prove that it had been fired.

These, plus the “bombs” claimed by Mr. Marcos and, if I may add, some slingshots, made up the weaponry of the “evil men” who tried to capture Malacañang. What imagination!

One .22-caliber revolver, a 9-millimeter Browning pistol, some Molotov cocktails and a few slingshots formed the assault weapons of this “well-organized and thought-out plan” to depose Mr. Marcos and the government. And against whom?

Against,  the best armed, best-equipped and best-trained presidential security ever assembled to protect any Filipino President, backed up by the Metrocom, backed up by Task Force Lawin, backed up by the Marines and, of course, by the dreaded Special Forces.

In one part of his statement, President Marcos himself testified to how disorganized the mob was. “Resolute and courageous soldiers of the Metrocom under Colonel Ordoñez and Colonel Aguilar and the Presidential Guard Battalion under Colonel Ver,” he said, “pushed back the rioters.”

In fact, they were so pushed back that the four students who died were killed on Claro M. Recto, far away from Malacañang. This was how far they were pushed back!

And so I again pose my question: Was there cause to shoot at them? Was there cause to murder them?

Out of this tragedy, we ought to draw conclusions and lessons. What happened, as I look at it now, was: ill-trained, ill-oriented and ill-disciplined troops were maliciously unleashed against disaffected and disillusioned countrymen. They unleashed professional killers who held themselves licensed to kill, like they held themselves licensed to kill at Corregidor, in Pasay City, in Central Luzon.

Under the Marcos administration, when will senseless killings ever end?

In the United States, summing up a report of the National Advisory Commission on Civil Disorders, the Saturday Evening Post, in an article titled “The Fires of Summer”, wrote:

“From these experiences the police and the National Guard each learned a lesson. The police, trained to work singly or in pairs, discovered that they were neither psychologically prepared nor physically equipped to function as a semi-military unit, which is what riot control demands. They lacked command structure, the weapons, the knowledge of mass-formation tactics which can disperse or contain an unruly mob. The Guard units, on the other hand, were too heavily armed for warfare in the streets, where an M-1 bullet fired at a rioter may rip through thin-walled houses to kill an innocent person blocks away….Panicky, often out of contact with their commanders, they were unable to apply selective, restrained force against a fast-moving mob.”

This was what happened on Black Friday.

The presidential guards were so disoriented and unorganized for riot prevention and riot control that they were not even prepared to handle the arrests they made Friday night. They were so unorganized that their interrogations and their booking procedures broke down!

I went to Camp Crame on Saturday morning, as did some members of the Chamber. To my dismay, hundreds of hapless, sleepless, hungry students picked up early Friday evening were still being forcibly detained without interrogation and were being held way beyond the statutory six-hour limit for arrests. Some had not had their supper and breakfast when we saw them. Were they criminals? Were they rebels? Were they communists? What were their crimes?

The PC had to charge the students with sedition even as Mr. Marcos was exonerating the students over television to cover up their rank inefficiency. After six hours had passed and they still had not finished their interrogations, they decided on filing sedition charges, because sedition allowed them an 18-hour detention. The fiscal, as all know, threw out these charges for lack of evidence.

But the students had already been unduly harassed. Some PC officers already had their sadistic satisfaction.

But this, too, Mr. Marcos ignored in his report to the nation. Instead, he created specters of conspiracies and plots against him — by the left and by the non-left. Or did he mean the right? He painted shadowy pictures of subversion such as only a guilty conscience and a guilty ruler can make.

He said:

“I have been receiving continuous information of the conspiracy that is being perfected or was perfected for the takeover of Malacañang Palace…..

“There are two groups, one of the communist—inspired and the other not communist-inspired. The Armed Forces are aware of this and have placed the men who are not hiding under surveillance.

“We are aware, too, of such activities like purchase of firearms outside our country and the efforts to bring in these firearms. We are aware of the organization of men for this evil purpose—to take over the government.”

And to sound convincing, he warned:

“But I am not alone here because, as you are well aware, the Armed Forces are united, and I must now say that we have taken all the steps necessary to guarantee the peace of our people, with the use of lawful force if necessary…

“To the insurrectionary elements, I have a message. My message is: any attempt at the forcible overthrow of the government will be put down immediately. I will not tolerate nor allow Communist to take over…The Republic will defend itself with all the force at its command until your armed elements are annihilated. And I shall lead them.”

Ominous words!

I would not like to think about it, but this brings to mind a repression worse than the what characterized Red witch-hunts, the Red herrings, and the Red bogeymen of the early fifties. Shades of the infamous CUFA and Senator McCarthy! Sinister designs can be read here, Mr. President, which only fascist minds can suggest.

Worse yet, I fear is: If the country continuous to crack up in his hands, Mr. Marcos may conveniently pursue this and force the Republic into a real life-and-death crisis, impose martial law and put the government and the country in his iron control. I know he has assured the people he has no such plans, but we all know we cannot take Mr. Marcos on his word. We have learned that from the past.

If he was telling the truth, why didn’t he let other leaders in on this communist conspiracy? He so kept it to himself, Mr. President, that no less than his Assistant Majority Leader in the House of Representatives, Congressman Roces, thought the communist menace was over and filed a bill to repeal the Anti-Subversion Act which he, Mr. Roces, authored in the early fifties.

And if he was telling the truth, why has no person — not one — been arrested for this grave offense? Mind you, Mr. President, he said the plot was already perfected. Where is the perfect plot? Who are the communist?

As I see it, this is intended to cow the people who still dissent. In this diabolic fix, the people are allowed no choice, no mobility: they cannot posture themselves on the left or on the right. They can only position themselves with Mr. Marcos — on the side of police brutality, on the side of senseless murder!

But my fear, you may say, are the fears of a Liberal. Let me bring you, therefore, the fears of a young Jesuit priest, Fr. E. L. Victoriano. Distressed by what he had seen since Mr. Marcos came to power, Father Victoriano only yesterday wrote in the Philippine Herald:

“President Marcos has been playing with fire and let’s hope only his fingers get burnt and not the whole country with him. The uneasy fears that, in his evident desire for power, he seeks to perpetuate his rule, at least until Bongbong can take over, refuse to die.

“There are fears that he may use the ruthless machinery that gave him the people’s second mandate to get control of the Constitutional Convention and use it to pull a Sukarno on the Philippines. These fears first came to the light when, at his first term, he held on to the National Defense portfolio until he could find the proper Army men who would eat out of his hands.

“Widespread disturbances throughout the country would give him the excuse to declare martial law with all its unlimited executive powers. Again, the fears have been that he had deliberately provoked these disturbances.

“The Special Forces secret training in Corregidor has never been satisfactorily explained. The existence of the Monkees, government liquidation squads operating outside the law, was at first roundly denied, and then their nonexistence summarily disbanded. But their ghosts are still around.

“Home Defense Guards, who are neither legitimate police nor members of the Armed Forces have been given guns. It takes me months to get a license for my .22 rifle for plinking, but these fellows don’t even get their characters scrutinized as mine was before they are given high-powered guns.

“Commander Sumulong was reported to have had a direct line to Malacañang while Army patrols make a big show of running around in circles looking for Dante.”

While the country lay shocked and stunned by what happened on Black Friday, I issued a statement grieving the death of the four student martyrs. In my statement, I also voiced the hope their martyrdom would serve to “chasten President Marcos and the rest of the national leadership into meeting the student problems with candor, not with imperiousness, with sincerity, not with duplicity.”

I also voiced the hope that with their death ‘the Filipino young will obtain the society they crave, a society established on the principle of people controlling their own destinies and institutions governing their lives” — not a society that silences free voices with rifle shots, nor a government that perpetually commits crimes against its own people.

Yet, today, I fear. I fear because of what I read out of President Marcos’ statement.

But if I may paraphrase the late President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, there is nothing to fear but fear itself. I hope I am wrong.

You will agree, however, that what can be even more tragic than the national tragedy we already have in our hands is: if student idealism now dies because of fear. Yes, fear.

The greatest sin we in this Chamber can commit today,  is not to tolerate disorder by youth but to allow them to be cowed and coerced. To allow our youth to be frightened will be a sin against our people, a sin against our history, a sin against our future. This will be a sin against the four dead of January 30!

Yes, what may become even more tragic than the loss of lives on Black Friday is the loss of meaning in the deaths of Alcantara, Catabay, Roldan and Tausa!

To some historians, Black Friday will doubtless become the symbol of violence and vandalism. But to many students, it will represent a turning point that should have its place among the great moments of our history, when the Filipino youth rose out in righteous paroxysm against the machinery of a police state.

It was a night when, armed only with slingshots and their idealism, they confronted the foot soldiers of the Establishment armed with the most modern weapons of death. And in defying death itself, they brought forth the exemplary bravery of the young men and women who have opened a new and cleaner page in Philippine history.

They had laid siege on Malacañang not as the seat of government but as the factory of privilege in the Philippines, not on the state but on the society that had become irrelevant to their lives—and, in this, four of them died.

The deaths of these four students have ushered in a revolution-not a revolution of arms but a revolution of ideas.

In their martyrdom, they have bequeathed upon us a fortune that we do not rightfully deserve: the chance of participating in changing our society and our government with the widest possible support of our countrymen.

The death of those four should now rise as a symbol and a call — of protest against the institutionalized hypocrisy of our society, of demand that a promise given be bonded by honor and dignity, of rejection of the system and a will to overhaul it.

Their death shall stand, too, as symbol of the youth’s rejection of the order and injustice that martyred them. Their death shall stand as an indictment: of the law-enforces who apply the law selectively, of the law itself that has made of the Filipino mass disadvantaged and taken advantage by the privileged few in their very country.

This is the meaning of Friday’s deaths.

The students must now rid themselves of false feelings of guilt. While a few agitators and provocateurs may have taken advantage of their peaceful movement, they have done what their elders have failed to do: denounce the evils of a society that glorifies the corrupt and the corrupter.

Too long had they been called upon as hopes of the Fatherland, too long had they been challenged to be the conscience of the nation, too along had they been taunted to leave their ivory towers and realities — and, on Black Friday, they did. And they gave us the bloodbath needed to purify our society!

And this was what moved me address this Chamber again, Mr. President, because the President of our not-so-“great again” Republic, despite the legal obligation to assume innocence, has found need to haul up “men dedicated to an evil purpose” as the instigators of the students. While he could not find evil doers in his Ilocandia, he now found need to find communists and foreign powers behind Friday’s sacrifice of youth!

I fear, Mr. President, that the public reaction instigated and generated by the cynically articulate Commander-in-Chief himself, may make us lose sight of the lessons of January 30. It will be doubly tragic.

It is true, as some authorities claim, that the hard core of the student activists form only a small part of the student population. But let us not forget that this minority expresses the feelings and has the support of the so-called silent majority.

Let us not forget either the more glaring sociological fact of the student world. We have, as they are, three types of students. Let me talk about them briefly:

Firstly, we have the students who, like little children unquestioningly accept the culture imposed upon them by their teachers, dutifully attend their lectures and repeat the ideas of their professors, aspire for nothing more than a certificate of graduation to ornament their salas or their offices.

Secondly, we have students who are opportunists concerned only with their professional futures. They have no illusions about the purely utilitarian functions of their education. They know their whole preparation is for a well-paying job in some bureaucratic corporation, nothing more.

These are the two types often mobilized to defend the institutionalized hypocrisy of the Establishment. Sooner than later, they become the Praetorian Guard of the status quo.

But we have a third group of students. They are the students who have raised fundamental questions, who have analyzed their problems and the logic of their conclusions, who have rejected most of what contemporary society stands for. They are a growing group — and they are becoming the catalysts of the student movements.

Bullets and truncheons can never answer the fundamental questions that these students now pose!

It is my hope that, against the attempts at coercion by Mr. Marcos, they shall again stand their ground. If they flag, their martyrs shall have died for nothing.

It may be true, it must now be affirmed, that some students put some vehicles to the torch. But in a wider sense the hand that lit the match was created by the leaders who, through the years, ignored the student pleas and created youth’s extreme frustrations.

It may be true, too, that communist believers laced the student mass Friday night. But the fundamental question here does not involve a choice between communism and democracy. The fundamental question here is: How can we make our democratic institutions substantially relevant to all Filipinos, not only to a few?

Let us not be misled by apprehension and speculation. Instead, let us seek to understand the contemporary student situation — and come up with relevant solutions.

Already, they have had some gains. Out of the single night of terror last Friday, for example, they have obtained immediate action from our legislators. Bills embodying their demands have been filed, something that ten years of conference resolutions, study group recommendations and protest petitions failed to give them before.

But the student struggle is far from over. Let us hear them and, where within our power to give, heed them.

In the past, the young revolted as an act of impatience. They revolted for a more accelerated changing of the guard. Today, however, they revolt as an act of determination — the determination to build a new society shorn of its present ills and ancient evils.

In today’s youth revolution, much more is being put to question. They are not so much against their elders as they are against the viciousness of the system, not so much against government as they are against its duplicities, not so much against democracy as they are against the travesties in our democracy.

They find the blessings of democracy a hypocrisy in the face of so much poverty, of shameless corruption and shameful stolen elections, of duality in justice, of so many disadvantaged and a very few privileged.

Given this, they find empty meaning in the equal opportunity guarantees of the Constitution!

In their homes and their schools, they hear complaints against corrupt politicians and rapacious employers only to find their own parents and teachers get all excited when the same politician and the same boss honor them with a visit. This has revulsed them!

These are the facts of the student protest today. If we are to find meaningful solutions and prevent deaths and destruction in the future, they must be taken into account — by Congress, by the President, by society.

But more than society, the government is called upon here. President Salvador P. Lopez of the University of the Philippines put in succinctly when he spoke at Centro Escolar University last week. He said:

“Our system of representative government, under existing conditions, can hardly be called a government of the people, by the people and for the people — a government reflecting the true conditions of society and responsive to its needs and aspirations.

“….The only channels left to the people to express their will and manifest their grievances are the right of free speech and the right of peaceful assembly. The moment you interpose the police between the people and these remaining irreducible civil rights, you are creating the conditions for inevitable revolution.

“This is why the night of January 26 (and now, if I may add, January 30) has brought us face to face with the fundamental question: Is it still possible to transform our society by peaceful means so that the many who are poor, oppressed, sick and ignorant may be released from their misery, by the actual operation of law and government rather than by waiting in vain for the empty promise of social justice in our Constitution.”

And then, barely 24 hours later, the entire UP faculty set it in sharpest focus. In a manifesto they handed President Marcos, they pointedly told the Boss:

“It is with the gravest concern that the faculty views the Jan. 26 event as part of an emerging pattern of repression of democratic rights of the people. This pattern is evident in the formation of para-military units such as the Home Defense Forces, the Politicalization of the Armed Forces such as the National Defense College, the existence of private armies, foreign interference in internal security, and the use of specially trained police for purpose of suppression.

“The faculty hold the present administration accountable and responsible for the pattern of repression and the violation of rights. It expects full redress for all injuries suffered by the students.”

For these, according to press reports, Mr. Marcos scolded President Lopez and the UP faculty. This, if we may set it in focus, was what Mr. Marcos meant when he guaranteed all the rights to dissent. This is the same pattern of duplicity which he has so long flaunted upon his people.

And the students — for their part — have been denounced for what the forces of reaction, the defenders of the status quo, have angrily called “student excesses.”

The students were described by others of the Establishment as “irresponsible vandals”. See, they raged, how the students broke the mercury vapor lamps of Malacañang, put to torch a bus, a jeep, a motorcycle and two cars.

All told, these vandal students are accused of destroying ₧250,000 worth of property. And for this, the nation is shocked.

But, I ask is the nation equally shocked by the excesses of its leaders? The students destroyed ₧250,000 worth of property Friday night, but these leaders have pillaged and ravaged the Republic down to its last dollar!

Yes, the students broke some Malacañang gates. But is this reason to break student legs and student arms? And what about the leaders who forced open the gates of the Philippines National Bank and the Central Bank for their private looting?

Yes, the students smashed some windows and even tried to burn the Malacañang clinic. For this they have been branded: Student arsonists! For this, they were fired at in their back!

Indeed, terrifyingly shocking. But was the nation shocked when its leaders burned down municipal buildings to conceal the evidences as their election frauds?

Yes, the nation is revulsed — by the students. How sad!

The nation is revulsed by the student “vandals” for destroying ₧250,000 worth of property. But this same nation was not revulsed by public officials who have rigged the stock-markets, taken multimillion-peso kickbacks and conspired among themselves against the country in Election ’69!

The student vandals are condemned because by their crudity they got themselves picked up by the TV eye in their honest out-burst while their leaders who wheeled and dealed in some high-walled mansion in Forbes Park are spared the nation’s wrath.

This is the extent of the callousness of our society — a society that would put property rights over and beyond human life and human right!

Yes, this shocking. I, too, was shocked — but not by the student vandalism. I was shocked by the way all the armed forces were brought in to crush a student demonstration, by the way a new David bravely stood up with his slingshot against a Goliath riding in his chariot, an armored personnel carrier, and armed with M-14s and M-16s, the “M” standing for man-slaughter.

Do I stand  to justify violence? To foment unrest?

I stand with the students—not with Malacañang’s tools of violence, not with Mr. Marcos’ blood-thirsty troops. They are the fomenters of violence, the harbingers of unrest!

Yes, we are gripped by crisis, a crisis fraught with danger and peril to us all. But not the crisis born of the imagined conspiracies and conspirators of Mr. Marcos.

Our crisis is a crisis of aspiration—among our young — and a crisis of conscience —among their elders, among us, their leaders.

Speech: Senator Salvador Laurel

Published on the Senate Congressional Record, Vol. 1, No. 6, p. 128, with minor changes like deletion of the usual, “Mr. President” in reference to the presiding officer. Delivered on February 2, 1970 in the Senate.

At the outset, I should like to state that I am glad that the Chamber has finally approved House Ct. Res. No. 2, so that the joint committee can get started with its very vital inquiry under the able chairmanship of the distinguished gentleman from Quezon, Senator Tañada, and I am sure that all the members of that joint committee from the Senate and the House will address themselves to this very important question not as Liberals, not as Nacionalistas, but as representatives of the people, a people that is composed of 55 per cent young people.

Last Tuesday, I stood at this lectern to voice the misgivings that then troubled the national conscience. Tonight, I would like to speak for the youth of the land, their hopes and fears and frustrations, and the alarming escalation of this national problem.

There is  a discernible escalation of shuddering proportions in the two successive demonstrations that occurred on January 26 and January 30.

First, there was an escalation of the number of demonstrators. The January 26 demonstration involved only from 30,000 to 50,000 students. On January 30, the number of demonstrators was estimated at 50,000 to 80,000.

Second, there was an escalation of the duration of the demonstrators. The January 26 event lasted only six hours — from about 3 p.m., when the students started gathering before Congress, to about 9 p.m., when the police were stopping jeepneys and buses in search of student stragglers from the riot scene. The January 30 event started from early in the morning of Friday and lasted up to the wee hours of Saturday or a period covering 18 hours.

Third, there was an escalation of the geography of the demonstrations. The demonstration of January 26 was confined to the vicinity of the legislative building and the adjacent areas of the Sunken Gardens. The January 30 event covered a much broader area: in its peaceful phase, it covered the vicinities of Malacañang and Congress and all points in between as the students marched from one place to the other; in its violent phase, it covered the immediate vicinity of Malacañang and the surrounding areas up to the Sta. Mesa Rotunda, all along Mendiola and Recto Streets up to Rizal Avenue, and spilled over to the Quiapo area up to Carriedo and Plaza Lawton.

Fourth, there was an escalation of violence. The January 26 event started with the hurling of epithets, insults, placards, and sticks to the President. The January 30 event saw the use of “Molotov cocktails” which set fire to cars and trucks. Lamps were busted along the Palace fence. A firetruck was commandeered and used to ram the Palace gate. Some demonstrators came better prepared with crash helmets and stones.

Fifth, there was an escalation in the response of the law enforcers. The police, during the January 26 riot, used only wooden truncheons. During the January 30 riot, while some riot control units were armed with the usual wicker shields and wooden truncheons, sizeable contingents of the armed forces were deployed with powered guns, some of which were actually used.

It was not surprising, therefore, that there was an escalation, too, of the casualties. On January 26, only a few policemen and scores of students were hurt. On January 30, several law enforcers and hundreds of demonstrators were injured. On January 26, only 24 were arrested. On January 30 more than 200 were brought to Camp Crame. No one was killed on January 26. Four were confirmed killed on January 30, victims of gunshot wounds, and nine remain missing, their exact fate unknown.

And now, with these deaths — of four young men, ages 21, 19, 19 and 18, respectively, the last having been only in high school, the other three in college — the full impact of the poignant tragedy of January 30 sears the heart and the conscience of the nation.

None of these four students, by any stretch of the wildest imagination, could possibly be dissidents seeking to overthrow the government. None was even a leader of the demonstration. Only two actually went to participate in the rally out of sympathy with friends. One was an athlete who had just come out from a basketball game and was on his way home with a younger brother, who was also shot in the arm while dragging his fallen brother to safety. The high school boy was out on an errand to buy medicine for his ailing father.

They were not rebels. They were not dissidents. They did not seek to overthrow the government. But they are dead. Because the government felt it must protect itself, must control dissidence, must resist subversion, four innocent young men are now dead. This is the tragedy and the irony of January 30.

Let me speak now for the youth of the land. Let me articulate their thoughts and their grievances. Many of us have been asking: What is it that our youth really want?

They want change and they want a number of them. Some of these changes are valid, some are not. Some are serious and well-thought out, others are childish and even impracticable.

But I would not go into a discussion of those changes. I would rather go into the root-cause of their grievances.

All they want  is to be assured that those changes — the changes that they want — will be made possible.

They say that they have tried to work for such changes, but that their efforts have fallen on deaf ears. They say that they have appealed to us in Congress, and to the Executive — but to no avail.

Now they are pinning their last hope for change on the forthcoming constitutional convention. But they fear even that — that last hope — is becoming remote because powerful politicians might interfere and dominate the convention, and prevent any real change. And so they want politicians to stay out of the constitutional convention.

Perhaps they are not entirely justified in condemning all of us. But that is what they feel. That is what they believe, whether justified or unjustified. And it is up to us to correct that impression or misimpression.

And that is why they are massing in tens of thousands in our streets, abandoning their classes, enduring the heat and the fatigue, willing to walk long hours in the sun and the rain, shouting till they are hoarse, willing to be bludgeoned, willing to be shot, willing even to be killed.

They may have overly reacted. They may have become emotional. But that is because they have been ignored and they are now suspicious, distrustful, and angry.

We do not know whether communist provocateurs have actually infiltrated the ranks of the demonstrators. That is for the joint Senate-House committee to determine.

But I cannot believe that our students have turned communists. I cannot believe that they have become subversive.

Last Saturday, I went to the city jail and to Camp Crame to secure the release of 211 students who had been indiscriminately picked up by the Metrocom in the vicinity of the melee. My good friend and colleague, Senator Diokno, was there too, and I saw them—211 of them, mostly in their teens, and I could not believe that they were hardened subversives.

We should go slow in branding them subversives, or communists, or even tools of communists. Some overzealous votaries of democracy might be induced to do this and commence on an infamous witchhunt which will not only confuse the issue but will add fuel to fire.

My own children — four of them two boys from La Salle, age 15 and 16 and two girls from U.P.—age 17 and 18—participated in those two demonstrations and I know my children are not communists. They participated with their friends because they believed that it would help precipitate needed reforms, because they also love their country. Yes, they also love their country, and they also want to help our ailing society and they have their own ideas as to how to go about it.

Nationalism, love of country, is to them the only true ism and I know they will never subordinate it to any other ism. Their love of their country makes them impatient. They fear, that time is running out and that unless changes take place now, there might be nothing left to change.

It may be that some of them may have gone beyond the bounds of the law by resorting to violence. Those who violated the law should be tried and punished accordingly. And if, as announced by the President last Saturday afternoon during his TV address to the nation, the violence was mainly the work of subversive elements who mingled with the students to overthrow the government, and he has evidence to prove their participation, then those persons should also be tried and punished without delay.

We have created a joint Senate-House committee to investigate these demonstrations but we should not dissipate our energies by trying to find out who started the riot, or how it began, or who threw the first stone, or who shouted the first insult, or who fired the first shot. We should leave that to the police and army investigators.

Instead, let the leaders of today listen to the leaders of tomorrow. Let the joint Senate-House committee investigating this matter call upon all bona-fide student leaders to testify, and let us listen to them. Let us find out what they really want so we can respond and act. In saying this, I am not conceding that all their demands are valid. I leave that to the joint committee to decide. But this is the only way we can meet this crisis.

Let us strike at the root of the problem. Let us find out the cause of the demonstrations rather than the cause of the riot. For there would be no riots if there had been no demonstrations, and there would be no demonstrations if there were no impelling grievances to galvanize so many thousands of our youth into action. Certainly, no one would listen to the blandishments of subversion or even the proddings of provocateurs, if the people are convinced that they have a government that they can trust, a government whose sole concern is their betterment and well-being.

This, to my mind,  is the inexorable cause of it all. It is, in the ultimate analysis, traceable to a crisis of confidence that we have allowed to worsen.

You will recall that two years ago on this same lectern, I adverted to this same crisis of confidence. I said then that we are living in a time of peril — that the common people everywhere is pushing relentlessly to assert his dignity and to claim his rightful place in God Almighty’s earth—that we must change or be changed. I said that we cannot continue to misread or ignore the situation — that the portents are clear and unmistakable, and that we cannot be complacent in the face of this crisis.

This, I said, was no time for hesitation, but the time for decision; not the time for self-justification, but the time for self-immolation; not for the aggravation of our future strength.

I pleaded that we act immediately, for our margin of time for substantive and effective reforms, for an amendment of our lives, is narrowing with every strike of History’s pauseless clock, with every tick of each unforgiving minute. I warned that the hour is late and that we must make haste, lest we reap from our own indifference the gathering whirlwind of a nation’s wrath.

But we allowed the crisis to worsen and now the wrath of the youth is upon us, the youth who constitute 55% of our population.

National problems, economic, political, sociological, aggravated by the alarming press of a population explosion, are upon us, hankering for solutions. I repeat, 55% of our population consist of young people. The median is 16. And they are impatient. They demand reform, not subversion.

As I said last Tuesday, I abhor violence and I deplore the disrespect shown upon the person of our Chief Magistrate during the January 26 demonstration. But we must distinguish between dissent and dissidence, between reform and subversion.

Both would seek change. But while one would seek it through peaceful and licit means, the other would achieve it through violence. The first would seek change to preserve the existing way of life; the second would seek to overthrow it and supplant it with a completely new and alien system.

Dissidence and subversion, we must resist. But dissent and reform we must safeguard — even encourage. For if we condemn every dissenter as a dissident, every reformer as a subversive, we shall be pushing them into the ranks of the real enemy — those who truly seek to destroy our way of life. If in the name of the right to preserve the state, we maim and kill people with grievances, we shall become victims of the supreme irony of bringing about the obliteration of that which we have sworn to preserve.

It is for this reason, that I have filed Senate Bill 131, which seeks to safeguard the constitutional right to free speech and free assembly of bona fide students and student organizations by increasing the penalty for the obstruction and interference with such rights.

Finally, in speaking for the youth, I must say that I am moved by no less than two purposes: first, to give them a voice in this chamber so that, paraphrasing John Stuart Mill, they may have one who may speak their mind and thereby help prevent the further deterioration of an already deplorable situation; and second, to reiterate the necessity of pin-pointing the causes of discontent, rather than quelling its manifestations, as the only alternative to disaster.

Let us heed their demands for change instead of suppressing it. Let us recognize that the young are as concerned as we are, that they too love their country, and that nationalism, not subversion, is the force that is impelling them to take to the streets. But above all, let us not be so bigoted as to think there is nothing we can learn from them in terms of the solutions to this nation’s problems. Then and only then shall we earn their respect and their affection.

We want the youth to have faith in us, but we cannot earn that with the truncheons of the riot police or the Armalites of the armed forces. This can only be done with sincerity and hard work, with understanding that comes from constant dialogue between citizen and official.

Only when we bridge this widening communications gap will there be no war between youth and age, no hostility between the state and citizen, no public mistrust of public men in this beloved but troubled land of ours.

Fascism

By Ceres Alabado

This is Chapter 5 of the author’s creative non-fiction, I See Red in a Circle, published in the summer of 1972, one year after the First Quarter Storm.

Tony came in the morning to finish the painting he had started out the week before the 26th; the hammer and sickle on a red flag on the wall behind our library door. It was lovely, but it was too high up, almost to the ceiling. You couldn’t see it with eyes level to the wall. Below it, the whole width of the narrow wall, he had already scattered some monstrous red and yellow teardrops and stars. He stood on the last rung of a ladder, whistling, a small paint brush in his hand.

I sat on the floor, read a poem out loud from a sheet of paper:

“The rugged men that worked in the field, fattened it,
But now enriched the few –
The hands that, callous, toiled the vale of tears,
But now skyrocketed the soft –
The soft men that sit chair in comfort
Now hold the world
With grasp that grabbed the Dove,
And tat planted the Hammer and Sickle.
Out of this trodden field, the Seeds must grow,
And grow hard,
Hard for the Dove to settle on,
Hard for the Hammer and Sickle to pierce.”

“Know who wrote that?” I asked
“Karl Marx,” he answered.
“A seminarian in Naga, friend of Mama. Name’s Ed Lucero. Ang labo, Pare, no? If it’s hard for the Dove, why is it hard for the Hammer and Sickle, too? There’s a contradiction there.”

“That’s it, exactly. The contradiction’s the core of the poem,” he explained. “That’s one way to read it. The Dove and the Sickle are two conflicting forces, or are they? Yet they can both be repulsed by a seed grown hard on a trodden field.”

“And the other?” I asked.

“Say, do you want me to paint or to rewrite that poem?” he asked.

“Okay, okay, paint. Let me see. The other’s this: the hand that grabbed the Dove planted the Hammer and Sickle. You think that’s the line?”

No answer. I put a record on the player: “Listen to the Pouring Rain” as sung by a blind man, accompanying himself on a guitar.

“. . . it’s raining, it’s raining
the old man is snoring
went to bed and he bumped his head
and he couldn’t get up in the morning.
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it fall . . .”

That’s all we did, Tony and I, the whole morning, he painted and I, listening to my favorite records or reading. I took out my mimeo sheets of English 5 readings and read some passages aloud:

“ ‘. . . It is true that today students are looked upon as being connected with politics in many parts of the world…. This question is important because the traditional division of university and society is nothing but the expression of a normal repressive capilatistic division of labour in both intellectual and material production. Intellectual and material production has been divided simply because of the wish to better organize the maximum returns and profits for capitalism. Those who produce society’s wealth and those who make use of this for themselves are differentiated.

“ ‘. . . We devote ourselves to a knowledge of capitalism rather than a knowledge of the people. This is true from philology to mathematics! We not ask questions but accept the structure as it is, and thus as students and scientists we become more or less useful idiots within the system of maximization of profits . . . Where in this society is science not an instrument of oppression, an instrument of capitalism?

“ ‘. . . the students and the professors have a wonderful opportunity, a chance to understand what is happening to them. To be able to think systematically is a privilege that we possess and which the masses do not, and in this respect we hold a sociological middle-position . . . on the other hand we run the risk of educating ourselves for interests which are not our own, the interests of the rulers . . . By pretending to be uncommitted . . . we make ourselves instruments of the system . . .’ ”

“That’s you, capitalist! Say, isn’t your hammer smaller than the sickle?” I asked, looking up to see the progress of his painting.

“Well haven’t you ever seen a real hammer and sickle before? That’s the correct proportion,” he said, surveying his painting.

“Here in our country, wonder how we should represent our masses? The jobless, they don’t hold no hammer, no sickle, no work, no land, basta patambay-tambay lang,” I said.

“Those are the lazy ones,” he remarked.

“Will you say Clay was lazy? It’s the only kind of job he knows but he was laid off. And it’s not because he’s been replaced, said Clay. The whole shipping company’s in trouble.”
The whole Philippine economy seemed to be in trouble. They said a lot of money was in circulation due to the elections, yet at the same time it seemed to be scarce. It was said to be losing its value, yet there wasn’t enough of it to make it that useless. Heck, it was a crazy thing. After four years of Marcos, our poor society had really become great!

“Now listen to this,” I said, “from the same nut, Rudi Deutschke. He’s talking of the new fascism:

“ ‘. . . By this I mean a basic structure of authoritarian-fascism. People are not being molded into anti-authoritarianism, filled with a sense of their own power, able to understand history as being their own, but every day they are moulded into being useless, frightened. They are being made into `function, made afraid of society, afraid of the bosses, afraid of losing their jobs,’ – that’s Clay – `afraid of examinations’ – that’s us.

“ ‘. . . We began to organize anti-authoritarian movements in the universities . . . I consider this to be politics in a new sense. It has nothing to do with the ruling party politics. In reality, we take the party of the under-privileged, the party for our own interests and needs, for that which we have realized is right and human. We do not allow ourselves to be made into functions any longer! When we began this struggle it was very clear that we would meet with total resistance from the authoritarian . . .’ ”

“No wonder Marcos scolded your professors . . . teaching you that!”

“Who told you what?” I didn’t know what he meant.

“That there are communist and subversive professors in the U.P. In fact yesterday he pointed to one, the papers said, who was in the group in Malacañang . . . “
“O what, did this one have ten deadly fangs?”

“No, he was as meek as a lamb.”

“ ‘Afraid of the bosses, afraid of losing their jobs . . .’ ”

“Never mind the idiots. Continue your reading. It’s good background for my art. Besides, it’s good education, it’s never heard at the Ateneo.”

“ ‘And the central point of our organization work is always and to this extent we are revolutionary Marxists – the third paragraph in Feuerbach – ‘The educator must be educated.’ This means that the new politicians must be characterized by the fact that they take part in a steady critical dialogue . . .’ ”

“I like that,” Tony exclaimed in glee. “Not like our teachers and parents. They always think they’re the only authorities, the best. What they say is right, you children, you know so little, we – we have the experience and the education, you must believe us. Shit!”
“Wait, let’s go back some pages. I missed this:

“ ‘We must not pretend that Vietnam is something which has nothing to do with us.’ ”

“Right! That’s why Marcos sent the Philcag.”

“Gago! Unless what you mean is for us to be on the side of ‘the systematic slaughter of a people, the systematic suppression of a social revolution.’ ”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I mean,” he said absent-mindedly, as he climbed down the ladder and dipped his brush into a can of paint thinner.

Just then Clarence and some of the MKK Science School leaders, Ronald, Cirilo, Arthur, and my cousin Ja, barged in.

“Say, what are you two doing? If you’re not going yet, we’ll leave you behind. We can’t wait for you. Our assembly point is at Lyceum, before we proceed to Congress. See you there,” said Clarence, as he and his group hurried away. “I forgot, here’s our manifesto. Please give a copy to your Ma.” And he handed me a handful of pink sheets.

“Naku, pink sheets, ha!” And I read the manifesto aloud:

DOWN WITH POLICE BRUTALITY!

The Malayang Katipunan ng Kabataan (MKK) strongly condemns the fascistic methods of the Marcos administration in front of Congress last January 26, 1970.

The police instigated violence which erupted in the January 26th demonstration gives further proof of the growing repressive stand of the present administration as regards the national democratic demands of the people. Moreover, it further exposes the preparedness of the present administration in using the state police and other puppet agencies in quelling the free exercise of our constitutional rights. This latest proof of harassment constitutes a grave act which should not be left unchecked and unpunished. Therefore, it is mandatory that the police and other elements who took part in committing atrocities against the students be put to justice and that a pledge be made that the one-sided brutality displayed by the police will not be repeated.
The uncontrolled police brutality shown during the January 26th demonstration signifies the surging fascistic tendencies of the present administration in dealing with student demonstrations. Moreover, the blatant use of force by the puppet government riot squads signifies the desire of the ruling oligarchs in our country to stop the rising power of principled student activism.
The MKK salutes the militant youth who participated in the January 26th demonstration.

Moreover, the MKK calls all the Filipino youth and masses to unite in a nationwide revolutionary movement to combat the atrocities committed by the police, Metrocom, and army units through the direction of the state.

ONCE AGAIN, PEOPLE’S POWER SHALL CONQUER ALL!

JOIN THE MKK NOW!

Students, Unite!

Tony himself left shortly after, with the promise to pick me up after lunch. Mama left just before lunchtime. She said she was attending a luncheon meeting of the Citizens Council for Mass Media to discuss film censorship which she didn’t believe in but was attending anyway, and how to write an open letter to the President of the Philippines and tell him to appoint the censors quick or else. This letter, Ma said, would be published in a full page ad in a newspaper and would really be open for everyone to read, not just the President. But what such newspaper space would cost, you can’t imagine. Thousands of pesos. If only those were for helmets instead, Ma had sighed. But who would ever think of donating thousands of pesos for the protection of student heads. They had much rather use that money to bash them. I’ll bet you on that.

Papa and my brothers came home for lunch. There was no need to talk about the afternoon’s affair, and so Papa didn’t open the subject. Just before he left for the office, though, he turned to me and said:

“It’ll be better if you stick close to your brothers, Mars. Don’t think you can go it alone.”

“I’ll be with my gang, Pa,” I promised. “I’ve got my own group; Joe, his.”

Papa drove off. He knew how hopeless it was to argue with a monster like me.

I went back to my records and readings. I forgot all about the time. I didn’t hear my brothers leave. It was so quiet all around. When I looked at our big clock by the stairs, it was four o’clock. I rushed to my room to change my dress and got ready to go. Tony was taking a lot of time, I thought. I was about to leave and walk alone to school when I met him at the gate.

“I fell asleep. Are we late?” he asked, rubbing his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“You bet,” I said, walking past him. He followed and soon overtook me with his long uneven strides.

We were both empty-handed. Clarence had taken with him all the placards and banners we made.

“What about the gang? Seen them?” asked Tony.

“Nope,” I said. “What about Yong and Clay?”

“What for, they say. As usual. If I give them paltik or grenades, they’ll come along.”
U.P. was as deserted as home. A few students, one of them my classmate Danny, were happily playing basketball. But no Betty, Charis, Jerry around.

As fast as we could, Tony and I jumped into a bus bound for Quiapo. From Quiapo we took a jeep and decided to skip Congress and proceed straight to Malacañang.

“No sense going to Congress. It’s five o’clock. By the time we get there, there’ll be nobody there, not even the congressmen. Let’s just meet them in front of the Palace,” said Tony.
“Oh my God, Tony, look!” I exclaimed in the jeep as we got within sight of Malacañang. “Doctors and nurses and ambulances! What do they expect, the siege of Malacañang?”#

“Siege of Malacañang”

By Ceres Alabado

This is Chapter 6  of the author’s creative non-fiction, I See Red in a Circle, published in the summer of 1972, one year after the First Quarter Storm.

We got off our jeep at the corner of the Freedom Park area where several Red Cross vans and hospital ambulances were parked. Standing outside these vehicles and licking Magnolia ice cream and popsicles were Red Cross volunteers in white gowns and doctors and nurses in their medical uniforms. This was how mercifully the State was preparing for the police truncheons, I thought.

There was but a small crowd of students massed on JP Laurel Street in front of the great middle gate of the Palace. Tony and I walked across Freedom Park which was quite empty except for some media men, radio-TV or newspaper reporters strolling around, some equipped with their cameras. Mass media vans were scattered around this area too. On a wide-open window of a house facing the crowd was perched a television camera so big that I had at first glance mistaken it for a machine-gun.

We stood at the edge of this small crowd. I could see the banners and streamers of the UE, FEU, MOSTURE, and other university groups. A man standing on a little platform directly in front of the gate was talking in an impassioned voice. Suddenly he cried out:

“Are we ready to die?”

“We’re ready to die!” the crowd roared.

“Wait! Wait!” someone beside me shouted, drowning the other voices around me. “Wait for the others. We are very few!”

Some colegialas in uniforms, for there were a few of them, pushed their way out from the inner crowd and scampered away. The speaker continued his talk on the brutality of the police and the repressive measures of the State under Marcos which was showing a growing pattern of militarism.

The sun had gone down. Tony and I walked leisurely up and down the empty street away from the crowd. All kinds of food and drinks were readily at hand; vendors were having a field day. Peanut vendors. Ice cream carts. Gulaman stands. Soft drinks in boxes.

Tony amused himself reading the placards lined up on the Park concrete embankment.

“Hey, hey, look at this,” he called, “read it”:

DOROY VALENCIA, TUTA NI MARCOS

LEON O. TY, WALA NA KAMING PANIWALA SA IYO

RAFAEL YABUT, BABOY NI MARCOS

We giggled and giggled as we read them over and over.

Although we didn’t see any of the riot squads around, we did see a few policemen having some fun with a couple of foreign newsmen who were snapping pictures of us students. There were some boys posing with their placards as they sat right in the middle of the still unoccupied portion of Laurel Street. The biggest placard read: THE MOST CORRUPT GOVERNMENT: MARCOS PUPPET.

Then came a girl’s voice through the loudspeaker on the platform.

“I am the girl you saw in the newspapers, my legs just barely inside the jeep, you know, while the riot police were hitting away at us inside the jeep with their truncheons.”

There was a roar of laughter and shouting. I couldn’t see the girl who was speaking but sure enough I’d seen that picture of the jeep and the girl’s legs bare up to the thighs, dangling out of the jeep’s opening while truncheons were flailing away all over. “So she was the one,” I said out loud to Tony.

Suddenly all eyes were turned to the street past us, to an approaching, marching group carrying the Philippine College of Commerce banner. This included the Kamanyang Players who promptly set up a stage and played before the delighted audience. Every now and then you would hear the crowd cheering with the players.

The crowd was thickening but still it was not big enough for a revolution. Tony and I wondered whether or not our group was ever coming here at all. Dusk was setting in. We sat down on the concrete embankment bordering Freedom Park, together with some young-looking boys who bought some peeled green mangoes and ate them with bagoong. Feeling hungry too, Tony and I bought boiled peanuts and coke.

“Say, are you students?” I asked the boys.

“High school,” they answered, nodding their heads.

“Seniors?”

“Juniors.”

“What school?”

“San Sebastian. We were many this morning and up to this afternoon. But it’s just the five of us now. The rest have gone home,” one of the boys volunteered to inform me.

“Good thing your school allowed you to join this . . .” said Tony, whose school, Ateneo, wasn’t represented here.

“Not really. When we insisted on coming and our Principal Father asked who wanted to go, everybody but two or three in each class raised his hand, so he had to let us go, but he had tears in his eyes . . .” recalled the same boy who was so small and thin but bright-eyed and pretty smart, I thought, for his size.

“You know what?” this thin little boy continued. “This is a terrible government we have, no?”

“Who told you that?” I thought he was too young for that. When I was in junior high I didn’t read the newspapers, only comics.

“We take that up in our current events,” he said, munching his green mango.

A couple of dangling legs away from where Tony and I and this boy sat were some elderly folks who joined us in our conversation.

“Ha, is this what Marcos said, that he has two million more votes, that majority of the students were for him? A second mandate, hu! Look, they’re all here now!”

“It’s because we know now that he won by bribing them with our own money, naku, the people’s money!”

“Yes, and before the elections he said he’s a nationalist – now baw a, doble kara, gid.”

“Even Mrs. Marcos – pretending she is anti-American just before the elections, to fool us . . .”

“You’re right, you’re right,” I interrupted the conversation. “I know. Because my mother said when she and the officers of a civic organization went to Mrs. Marcos to ask her to sponsor the publication of some children’s books, you know that – she called up the Budget Commissioner, you know, Sychangco what’s his name, and the Secretary of Education. Imagine that, to ask for funds. Mama could not believe it. So! Mrs. Marcos was going to get money from the government pala! Not from her aparador or her Blue Ladies, as Mama had thought. And you know what – when Mama showed her the list of books, naku, she saw the name of one author, an American, and crossed it out. My mother explained that it was a Filipino story even if the author was American, but Mrs. Marcos said no, and she crossed it out – kunwari pa raw – she didn’t like Americans.”

Hu – to make us believe Marcos is maka-Pilipino daw!

O tama gid, we believe. Believe na believe!”

A ewan! Basta me, I didn’t vote for him.”

O, did she sponsor the Filipino children’s books?”

I didn’t answer. But one of them knew the answer.

Lawa, gid, lawa! What for, children’s books? Children can’t vote!”

We all laughed.

“Is Roger here? Is Roger here?” someone from somewhere asked, beads of perspiration running down his boyish face. “Ay naku, I’m so hungry.”

“Haven’t seen him. Why?” asked one of the middle-aged ladies.

“Who’s Roger?” I whispered to Tony. But Tony shrugged his shoulders. It was the lady who answered me.

“Roger Arienda, the bomba. Give them our manifesto, boy! We’re from the Ang Magigiting.”

I didn’t know what the Magigiting was and I didn’t ask her, but I remembered Roger at the January 26 rally. I pulled out the only money I had from my wallet – one peso – and gave it to the boy.

“Here, buy peanuts, or something, sige na, O,” I said.

The perspiring boy did not like to accept the money but I put it into his shirt pocket. Then he pulled out two copies from his bunch of mimeographed sheets and gave them to us. As it was getting dark I didn’t read my copy, but as I glanced on one side of it I saw nothing but big black letters splashed on it which spelled: AWAKEN! REVOLT!

It wasn’t a joke. This was a revolution, I said to myself. And then, what do you know. Suddenly there was a loud clapping of hands, cheering and shouting, all eyes were again turned to the portion of Laurel Street beyond Freedom Park.

“The U.P. group, the U.P. students!” someone cried.

“Ah, here they are at last!” I nudged Tony.

The streamer ahead of the column of marchers read: U.P. Forestry. That was all. It was a small group. It must have come all the way from Los Baños. It was U.P. all right but it wasn’t the whole U.P. group.

“Let’s go,” the small thin boy said to his companions. “Maybe the U.P. group will not come anymore. Do you think they’re coming, yet?” he turned to ask me.

“Yes, I’m sure they’re coming,” I answered him.

“Okay, let’s wait,” he said.

I wondered why they wanted to wait for the U.P. What’s U.P. worth waiting for, I thought, unless your gang was in that group and you had to wait to join up with them.

And then we saw the torches, a mile long from both ends of Laurel Street, marching and merging towards the center where we were at Freedom Park. Tony and I stood up, everyone stood up to get a better glimpse of the revolutionists.

Heading the march was a man holding the Philippine flag red side up, symbol of our being at war. Following right behind this man was a huge streamer of the Kabataang Makabayan. And then it was all a sea of our angry sometimes laughing comrades with clenched fists held up high, voices ringing with: MAKIBAKA! HUWAG MATAKOT!

I scanned the faces and banners.

“Do you see ‘em, Tony? And the MKK, have you seen the banner?” I looked up to Tony who was tall and could see over the heads before us.

Tony didn’t answer. When I looked around and behind us I saw that we were no longer in the fringe of the crowd but amidst it, hemmed in by waves upon waves of human bodies gathered all about us.

“C’mon, Mars, let’s join the march, no use standing here and looking for them,” Tony said.

We jumped down from our perch and joined the moving mass of red-scarved sweating bodies. I peered into the faces. Some were familiar U.P. students but none of them, my gang. Where were they? It was so dark. It was possible I missed them. Except for the torches which were now being thrown into a pile with the placards and left to burn, only a few of the Malacañang lights on the street side were on.

“Hey, you there in Malacañang, you put on the lights for your parties, ha, but not for us, ha, damn you!” someone shouted.

We were within sight of the gate fronting Mendiola. I happened to glance through the iron railing fence of the Palace and saw some moving figures inside among the bushes, in uniforms it seemed they were. Palace guards.

Then, kling-kling! Someone had thrown a stone at the unlighted lamps above the gate, breaking the crystal ball.

And then another one, kling-kling! And still another one, and more and more. Kling-kling, kling-kling! Kling!

To hell with those lamps, I thought. What were they for if not for us? Why weren’t they lighted? Why keep us in the dark?

Brrrrrm! Boom!

I clutched the arm of Tony.

“Empty canon shells. From inside!” he cried.

Brrrrrm! Boom!

Putangina n’yo!

Stones as big as my fist were dropping right in front of us from behind the bushes in the Palace grounds it seemed. Single shots rang rapidly in the air. There was a sharp roaring sound, people shouting and then suddenly it was as if we were all surging forward, forward, forward, while a number of boys were running in all directions. A fire truck inside the Palace grounds advanced and trained its hose on us.

Tubig sa Pasig! Tubig sa Pasig!” someone shouted.

We backed up. The giant hose was turned off. Some of us clambered up the gate and the fence and threw rocks, bottles and sticks to the guards inside. Someone poured gasoline on the wet pavement and lit it. It was then I saw a fire truck come into view from the bend of Laurel Street from Sta. Mesa in front of the St. Jude Church.

Tubig! Tubig!” shouted some students, charging towards the fire truck.

Before I knew what had happened I saw the students themselves driving this truck toward the Mendiola gate.

Mabuhay! Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!

Ibagsak si Marcos! Ibagsak ang Imperyalismo!

The truck rammed the gate again until the locks gave way, the chains broke and the gate flung wide open. Tony and I stayed behind while a great mass of us surged forward into the Palace ground. From somewhere near the guardhouse, water hoses were blasting away at the onrushing students. The students in turn stoned the buildings and set fire to the truck. They couldn’t go any farther than just inside the gate for soon more Presidential guards came rushing down the driveway firing tear gas bombs and what sounded like firecrackers. The students fought back with their sticks and stones, but blinded by the tear gas, they had to run away back to the street. We, who had remained behind regrouped, retreated. About this time, more troops from the Constabulary, the army, navy, Metrocom – you could more or less tell by their uniforms – came into the area.

Tony grabbed my hand. It was then I caught a glimpse of my brother Joe and his friends Louie and Boy running past us. Then another fire truck suddenly rushed forward splitting us right in the middle as we scampered to the sidewalk to save ourselves from being run over by the devilish motor.

Immediately we closed ranks. Someone from the MOSTURE I think, for he held his banner aloft, shouted:

Makibaka! Huwag matakot! Don’t run! Don’t run! Close ranks! Sit down! Sit down!”

We stood still. Linked our arms together. We sat down. An ABS-CBN Radyo Patrol vehicle passed by slowly, someone on its roof was speaking through the mike. We stood up again to give way. There was little commotion, and I saw a man bloodied all over, dead it seemed to me, being carried through the crowd. This was immediately followed by another man being rushed away down the street to the edge of the crowd. A man suddenly came rushing to me, I couldn’t see his face so well in the dark, but this is what he said to me breathlessly:

“One of our men has been caught – inside –”

“Inside – the Palace –?”

“Yes, yes, through gate 4 . . . You’d better go now, you women should better stay behind . . .” the man whispered.

I was beginning to be afraid. But what was behind us? The police, the army troops, uniforms. There was no way out.

All of a sudden someone began singing the national anthem and we all joined in, our arms linked together again and all of us marching in the middle of the street towards the corner of Mendiola.

Bayang magiliw,

Perlas ng Silanganan

Lupang hinirang

Duyan ka ng magiting

Sa manlulupig

Di ka pasisiil . . .

I forgot my fear. I forgot the sight of the uniforms. I forgot everything but the thought of my country. I was here because I thought I had to do something about the terrible state of my country. And this was the only way I knew how. It was not enough that I knew my classroom lessons: that I could write a term paper to develop a ‘sure grasp of style and strategy in modern expository writing’; that I had read so many full-length books; that I knew so many great political theories and philosophies, from Plato and Aristotle to the contemporaries, Marx, Lenin, Mao and the popes; that I could describe the structure of the atom; that I could understand the fundamental accounting principles; et cetera; et cetera, et cetera. And to hell with those who say, including parents, that I must stay in the classrooms and learn my lessons first, that I am still an ignoramus, still immature. What I know is that all I might learn in school is only useful outside, in actual life, if conditions permit their application and relevance. And what do we have in our life now that offer opportunities for the disciplines for which we are training? Nothing. Nothing! Instead we have misery and oppression of our poor and underprivileged. Just as we’d had them for hundreds and hundreds of years. Frustration and disillusionment for those who have faith in our government and our God. And eventually despair. Only the greedy and the corrupt traitors of our land are happy and living in physical security, comfort, and ostensible luxury.

Why then shouldn’t I be here? Why shouldn’t I link my arms with those who were here now, crying for revolution!

. . . Ang mamatay nang dahil sa iyo!

Brrrrrm! Boom!

Gun shots!

Suddenly we were all running away in all directions. Tony and I lost hold of each other. I had no time to look around, I just ran and ran, rounding the corner towards Mendiola away from the gate. It was so hard to see where you were going and with whom you were running. My sandals were somewhat loose, hell, I should’ve used my sneakers. I couldn’t run very well. I tripped once and almost fell. Someone held my elbow and together we ran.

Shots were ringing all around us now. I was jus waiting to be hit in my head, my face, my heart. But I felt nothing. I joined a big crowd of our group who were rushing forward again, this time throwing stones at the uniforms wherever they were. It was so dark I could hardly see the targets. I wondered where they were picking up the stones until I saw someone reaching over the top of a concrete wall and practically tearing pieces off just like that – as easy as tearing down a cardboard wall. Just as I was racing towards the wall to get myself a piece of slab too – zing! zing! rang the bullets left and right.

I ran back and rejoined the crowd that was regrouping again but suddenly there was this boy who fell face down right on the street shoulder in front of us. Someone rushed to pick him up and with someone else, carried him to the back. There was time enough to carry him away before the soldiers plunged forward again into our midst and dispersed us.

“You sonofabitches! Murderers!” I shouted to them.

I couldn’t raise my shrill little voice higher than their rapid gunfire, but I guess they heard me and so chased me and hundreds of us all the way to the gate of San Beda College. I don’t know who did it, but the gate was opened wide and we all rushed in like the wind, closing it after the last one had barely squeezed and pushed himself in. I scraped my arms on the gritty iron railing as I was pushed along on the crest of the rushing tide.

Once inside some of us just stood still, savoring the comfort of enclosed darkness. Others, restless, scampered up the stone wall to look down on the street below. All the while a white-robed priest appearing from nowhere it seemed, kept shouting and pleading to us, “Down, down, please, boys, boys!”

I peered into the faces all around me and saw, oh miracle! Tony, my brother Joe and his group, Louie and Boy, then Eddie, Clarence, Ronald, Ja, Jerry, Betty, Charis, why they were all here! We just looked at each other in recognition. What was there to say? But you could see the happy glint in one another’s eyes. In mine too, if you could see me. I didn’t see them carrying any of the placard sticks we’d used, nor the MKK banner. This was no time to ask. A rain of stones poured down on us from outside.

“Look, they’re throwing stones at us, the bastards!” someone shouted.

Curious, I followed the others and climbed up the high wall to see, Tony helping me a bit. Indeed only a few feet from us were MPD men throwing stones up at us. What the hell were they trying to do, I thought. Scare us away?

“Shoot us, shoot us, not with stones, bullets! You’ll still find us here!” another voice yelled.

Then it was from our side of the wall that stones rained down at them. What fun! But it was no match. We could duck, they couldn’t. And so they pointed their guns at us.

“Go home, you, all of you, go home!” they yelled. “Or we’ll shoot!”

“Yes, yes, we’re going home, don’t shoot us,” we shouted back, raising our hands up.

And so they moved on towards the bridge of Mendiola. There were amassed, end to end and scattered all over, the biggest group of students. You could see from our perch up on the wall that this group, standing there on the bridge shoulder to shoulder, sweating bodies straight and tall, faces grim, could look quite formidable, too. I was so proud of them. Yet I had a strange feeling inside me as if I knew something was going to happen to them, one or all of them were going to be killed or something, and I was glad I wasn’t there. But yet here I was cowering behind the safety of this damn stone wall and wishing I was out there in the open, facing the full regimented force of uniforms and steel that Manila and Malacañang had fielded to battle us tonight.

For a minute, hours it seemed, those students stood there, facing the mighty army that was marching on both sides of the street, slowly, inch by inch, advancing towards them. Only half a hundred feet between them. Half a hell! How my heart thumped in my breast!

I clutched Tony’s arm. None of us behind the wall now moved or said a word. Flashes of light from running vehicles on Claro M. Recto Avenue etched to us more sharply in the pale light from the buildings, the battle positions.

What a curse, we had become mere onlookers. Joe, I could sense, was itching to jump down, and I was about to restrain him, clutch his arm to my left when I heard a sudden dull thud on the ground just below my feet. When I looked, there they were, Joe, Louie and Boy, about to run off.

“Hey, hey . . .” I couldn’t finish because out in front I saw that the soldiers had charged, their two lines meeting in the middle of the street and forming a V, and were shooting pointblank on the bridge.

“Oh my God!” I gasped.

I saw one fall, two, three, four . . . the others dragging the fallen ones away as everybody now retreated in the face of the massive brutal attack.

In less than a minute, so fast it seemed the students hadn’t moved at all, they were on the bridge again, like one huge wave pushing the soldiers back inch by inch. Then there was a moment of silence. Each side unsure of its next move. Suddenly the soldiers charged again, fiercer than ever, volleys of gunfire bursting here and there, up in the air and down, everywhere it seemed, we even ducked for fear of getting it in our direction up on the wall.

The students really held on fast to that little piece of bridge as if it meant so much to them. It was all they had to stand on.

The next time Tony and I looked around us, the crowd on the wall had thinned.

“Clarence, Ja, Ronald, Jerry, Betty, Charis, you there?” I called, seeking from among the dark heads, the familiar ones.

“Yes, yes, we’re still here,” they chorused.

In a way I was glad. Pa said I should stick by them, if possible.

“Say, let’s go!” It was the voice of Clarence. “To the bridge!”

And with that, we all jumped down, not to the safe and quiet campus of San Beda but out into the street where the lions were. I don’t know what made us do that. I suppose it was our guilty conscience. Anyway, there we were, seven or eight of us, one by one crouching by the side of the wall, Clarence in the lead. In the dark, good thing the soldiers who were between us and our comrades did not see us or, maybe, thought our group too small to bother with. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. We slithered past the lions, oh hell, how I wished I had a machine gun in my hand! All of a sudden pandemonium broke loose again for the hundredth time as bursts of gunfire filled the air and everybody started running in the direction of Recto Avenue, the soldiers in hot pursuit.

We reached the intersection of Mendiola, Recto, and Legarda, turning right on Legarda and stopping to catch our breath, on the curb. We heard cheering sounds as we saw a Yujuico truck being driven straight towards the bridge, the troops pummeling it with bullets until it halted, its rear in flames. In the darkness the soldiers could hardly see us, but with the sudden brightness from the burst of lames, we thought they would surely spot us and so we resumed our flight. Besides, a bonfire had been lit right in the middle of the intersection, and the troopers were firing tracer bullets, Tony said, lighting the sky. Then all the lights in the buildings and the streets went off. Except for the bonfires and the occasional flashes of light from army vehicles, the whole vicinity was in darkness. Thank God the fire was not spreading to the buildings on both sides of the avenue but to the unlighted Meralco posts in the middle of the street.

We could hear the whirring of truck engines as they screeched to full stops; we could see, though but faintly, soldiers jumping out of the trucks, deploying and joining in the chase – reinforcements! – as we paused once in a while to catch our breath and assess our position. We came to what looked like an alley.

“Where are we, say, where are we?” I asked out loud, shivering, for the night was cold.

“Sh-sh-not too loud –” warned Jerry.

“In seventh heaven,” whispered Tony.

“Four fathoms of hell,” cried Eddie.

“Sh-sh-I said not too loud – see that, see that – ” and Jerry pointed the white of his eyes to the street.

I saw that we were on a side alley just off Legarda, already very near the Sampaloc market. And from out of nowhere came two policemen dragging out a student by the collar of his shirt, his hands held up high in full surrender.

Suddenly I remembered I had a Lola who was living somewhere here not far away from this market on Earnshaw Street.

“If only we can reach that,” I sighed to myself.

“What’s that?” Tony asked.

“My Lola’s – ”

“Where’s that?”

“Just beyond the market, on Earnshaw.”

“Why not, let’s go!”

And off we ran like lightning, keeping close to the dark sidewalks. All the stores and stalls along the way were closed and I thought they were deserted until I heard some buzzing sounds coming from inside it seemed.

“Sst-ssst! Here, here! Come here!”

“You’ll be safe here!”

“Up here, up here!”

Oh I’d kiss them, kiss them, boy, girl, or hermaphrodite, could I but see them. But they were hiding in the dark, too afraid to come out. Just their voices, just their sighing, tired and frightened voices calling out to us, sharing our country’s fate with us.

“Where are you, where are you hiding, damn you, so damn sonofabitch scared! The revolution’s not here. It’s over there at Recto’s . . .!” Eddie shouted.

“Sh-sh-” we stopped him.

“Why do you stop me, why, why, what’s there to be so scared about? Who’re you afraid of – those – !”

Before we knew what he was up to, he had run off, back to where we came from, to Recto Avenue, waving his placard stick up high and shouting at the top of his voice:

“The Revolution, it’s the Revolution! You, damn you, sleeping and fucking out there, join up, come and join the revolution!”

For a moment, we just stood there in the cold night, listening to his lonely voice as it was wafted by the wind and soon got lost with the terrifying sounds of roaring truck engines and cracking gunfire. God, I don’t think it even got to the doorstep of the homes, or the window panes. No one of us dared follow him, him and his voice calling for revolution. On to Recto! We were so damn scared. He was right, he was right, we were so damn sonofabitch scared!

Instead we turned on Earnshaw and there just a block away was my Lola’s old house. This is the house where as a little girl, with my brothers, Pa and Ma, I used to visit with my Pa’s old folks. My Lolo was a Protestant Church minister and Lola a deaconess. With Lolo on the organ and Lola standing beside him, I used to watch them sing together, with what ardor and charm, “Jesus and His Cross.” And then Lolo would recite by heart, closing his eyes in sweet contentment, as if he could see the words better in the dark, all the psalms in the Old Testament. I used to think then how pink and rosy and fine everything in life was, all the people in the world enjoying all the fruits of creation that God in His infinite mercy had so abundantly showered on all, rich and poor alike. For such was the favorite theme of his “revelations”. After this happy singing and reciting of Bible verses together, Pa and Ma would pick us up, all of us children and our bundle of week-end clothes, and we would all drive back to our home.

And here I was so scared of losing this haven, this life and home and family that was so damn pretty and fine and lovely, to join a crazy kid like Eddie and perhaps get shot and fall face flat on that damn bullet-ridden Recto Street.

No, no, that wasn’t for me, and I pulled Tony’s hand and together we all ran again until we reached my Lola’s home.

“It’s me, me, Lola, please open up!” I shouted as I knocked furiously on the heavily-bolted wooden door. #

Sons against Fathers

By Ernesto Macatuno

Published in Sunday Times Magazine, February 22, 1970, p. 24

The military  appraised its role days after the violent Jan. 30 demo and found itself in a difficult, if not anomalous situation. Here it was fighting demonstrators in the name of “law and order.” Here were its officers and men who, in fighting the demonstrators, were fighting their own sons and daughters.

The national crisis, brought about by the demonstrations, inevitably reduced itself into a “family affair.” Son against father. Daughter against mother. Brother against brother.

The experience must be quite painful: “There I was,” Metrocom chief Brig. Gen. Mariano Ordoñez said, “leading the troops, fighting the demonstrators and all the time I was thinking my son and daughter might be among those my troopers were after.”

Hence, the soldier finds himself in this agonizing, ambivalent position. Here he is, sworn to defend the government, the Establishment, and in so doing, divides and breaks up what is more basic, closer and meaningful to him: His own family.

But at such times, the line must be divided: Each goes to where he belongs.

Gen. Ordoñez, in speaking for the military says, “I won’t stop my own children from joining demonstrations if I’m assured that these are peaceful demonstrations.

“But if these demonstrations turn out to be violent, then I have to make arrests and fight even my own kin.

“I do not wish to think of it. I know that everyone in the military is undergoing the same difficult experience of fighting his own kin in upholding the law.”

All this is just the beginning of something bloodier and more violent. “We foresee that,” Ordoñez said, “It is something we are preparing for. We intend to minimize violence by using more extensively tear gas and firehoses, by making the military and the police more tolerant of the taunts and minor excesses of the demonstrators and by requiring demonstrations to end up at sundown,” since in darkness people cast aside their inhibitions and are prone to violence.

“Through all these measures,” Ordoñez said, “we can minimize violence and the number of fatalities.” As in fact the Metrocom believes the government troops did in the bloody January 30 demo.

“Four died in that riot,” Ordoñez said, “and for that the military and the police were accused of brutality and excesses. But considering the situation, the fatalities could have been more. Had the 1,000 or so troopers’ and policemen indeed with premeditation and in concert fired guns at the demonstrators, instead of four there would have been four hundred or four thousand fatalities.

“It did not turn out that way. The soldiers fired in the air, and what may have hit the four students were stray bullets that were not intended to kill but to merely frighten. We had to do this especially when we learned that there were subversives among the demonstrators.”

There were subversives, just as there were government agents, who infiltrated the student ranks, but Gen. Ordoñez does not believe that the subversives were armed, “or else, with these arms in the hands of the demonstrators, the riot could have been more violent.”

With or without subversives, the forces of change unleashed by these two bloody January demos would gather even more momentum that not even the most sophisticated weaponry, the military is finding out, can contain and halt from sweeping the country.

Showdown

By Benjamin V. Afuang

Published in Sunday Times Magazine, February 22, 1970, p. 13

Night of Monday, January 26, was the night of the nighstick but Friday, January 30 was the evening of the bullet. Gunfire, which was absent Monday during the nightmarish clubbing of demonstrating students by the police around Congress, crackled and felled four kids four days later.

In the night-long violence, helmeted troopers, some fresh from stalking Commander Dante in Tarlac, and Metrocom soldiers chased rioting students with bullets and clubs on Mendiola street down to the C.M. Recto Avenue, climaxing a full day of demonstrations that began with the peaceful assembly of some 50,000 students and professors in front of Congress in the morning.

In the dawning 31st, Saturday, Manilans woke up to find the downtown area stripped of traffic lights, police outposts, and littered with broken glass, steel railings, pop bottles and rocks. It was a complete surprise that no one reported of having picked up a slug or an unlighted molotov on Mendiola, where up and down the bridge, a see-saw battle between the military, with their armalites, pistols and truncheons, and the studetns, with their molotov bombs, slingshots, and rocks, raged the night before.

It was a peaceful gathering of mostly National Union of Students of the Philippines members and university professors that stood and spoke in front of the legislative building that Friday morning. Yet it should have already shown the pattern drawn by Monday morning’s quiet and evening’s groan. For while one end of the extreme was for still, the other ranted for stir. Whereas some of the students at Congress decided to heed the call-off at about 2 in the afternoon, others opted to march to Freedom Park to join the student-labor groups now gathered in a smouldering mass in front of the palace.

The Storming of Gate 4

Coming in droves from Congress, the NUSP rallyists joined the composite of youths, some of the Movement for Democratic Philippines, some of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation, some of the Kabataang Makabayan, a few from the labor groups, and many from Malayang Pagkakaisa ng Kabataang Pilipino and some splinter group of NUSP. The confederation swelled out of old Aviles and spilled into the side streets like San Rafael and Arlegui, down to Mendiola in front of Gate 4 of the palace. In no time the demonstrators built two bonfires, one in front of Gate 4, the other at Freedom Park near the main gate.

Inside the palace, meanwhile, the guards and the marines were getting nervous. Or so said STM photographer Tony Lopez and STM regulars Nancy Lu and Millet Martinez, who had stationed themselves near Gate 4. At the same time, near the main gate, photographers Doming Suba, Conrado Capuno and Doming Valenzuela noted some restless students picking up stones in some corner of the Freedom Park. Soon there was a hail of rocks, placards and angry words, and in the tumult, the round, white light bulbs at the gates went crashing down the pavement. Hordes of students then surged towards Gate 4, stoning the bulbs there that had been lit up earlier for the six-o’clock dark. The guards and the marines at Gate 4 readied their water hose.

The first wave of students who swarmed at Gate 4 was met with water—“tubig sa Pasig!” as one demonstrator, wet and wild, cried. The hose turned off a while, and a second wave of students came upon the gate, clambered up the fence. Rocks, pop bottles, sticks and pebbles from slingshots rained upon the guards inside. Someone from the madding crowd outside poured gasoline on the pavement and lit it. Water against all this, again and again, till a firetruck hove into view from the bend of Laurel street from Sta. Mesa, approaching St. Jude church.

Seven forty-five on STM’s watch, the firetruck was ambushed by students who had barricaded themselves at a side street near the church. The firemen fled in terror of the onrushing students. Some one hundred youths seized the truck and pushed it towards Gate 4. Tony Lopez said “it was like in a Hollywood western”—the boys who commandeered the truck were overwhelmingly cheered by their comrades. As the vehicle was being pushed, a group of demonstrators unfurled a red flag and waved it high above the crowd. Government intelligence agents are now saying, in the chaos some demonstrators were shouting “Mabuhay si Dante!”

The truck rolled towards the gate, slowly first, then, with full force of the pushing throng now shouting and cursing the Establishment, rammed through the gate.

The gate flung wide open, some 200 students were able to get inside, unfazed by the continuous gush of water from the guards’ hose. One of them poured gasoline on the front wheels of the truck and lit it but only a timid flame came up. It took more than two hours for the flames to eat it up.

President Marcos, fresh from meeting with a group of student leaders led by NUSP president Edgar Jopson in his office, stepped down from the palace and rushed out to the grounds in time for a view of the students gaining entry into the compound, burning a car and smashing other vehicles inside. A Major Ramos, in-charge of Gate 4 security, and Col. Fablan Ver, director of Malacañan security, were waiting for the President to give the order to shoot, and the President did order: “Shoot them with water and tear gas.”

They did. Moments later the students were driven out of the Malacañang compound amid the swishing sounds of water and gas, the crackle of firecrackers.

The time: about 10 p.m. After storming Malacañang, the demonstrators retreated and regrouped on Mendiola, which appeared, according to a student leader, to be a wider area for retreat. Wittingly or unwittingly, the students had made Mendiola a battleground between them and the troopers.

Meanwhile, the troopers, now reinforced by the MPD riot squads and the Task Force Lawin (which had come all the way from Camp Olivas) had massed at the corner of Laurel and Mendiola streets fronting Gate 4. From there, in a moment, a firetruck with blinding lights flanked by two six-by-six trucks filled with soldiers roared on towards the demonstrators. The trucks sent the demonstrators scurrying on both sides of Mendiola and spilling into C. M. Aguila, between San Beda and the College of Holy Spirit.

An eyewitness recalled that most of the demonstrators stood their ground, with only stones and iron bars in their hands. Pelting the advancing troops with stones and taunting them, the students momentarily held the troopers at bay.

An impulse apparently sent some of the troopers surging with their guns, and the bloody chase began. The anti-riot squads joined the troopers in collaring and clubbing the students who were too dazed to run. On the sidewalks troopers and cops pinned students on the concrete fence. Press photographers took shots of the mauling, and were in turn chased or roughed up. STM lensman Suba, taking shots of a student being bludgeoned, was socked in the face by a burly cop.

Then barked the guns. It was reported the soldiers fired shots in the air and not elsewhere in an effort to scare away the youths, but how explain the death of four students — Fernando Catabay, 19; Ricardo Alcantara, 19; Bernardo Tausa, 18; and Felicisimo Roldan, 21—and the gunshot wounds inflicted on scores during those riotous moments? The military has maintained stray bullets could have killed the four students.

More volleys rang out, and this time the demonstrators ran in several directions. Most of them ran for Mendiola bridge and down C. M. Recto and Legarda. Some, as they retreated, fell, rose, and limped away under bursts of gunfire. Others would run back from the bridge to retrieve the wounded. Many, feverish and angry and wild, would retrace their way in the dark to shout and throw stones at the charging troops. For about an hour, the troopers charged, retreated but charged again with their truncheons against the students who were just too many—about 20,000— and to steadfast to be easily driven away.

Under the bridge, in the filthy water some students had hidden, but were flushed out by club-wielding cops. Arrested during the Mendiola chase alone were about 200 students.

Where did all those molotovs come from? A witness said some retreating demonstrators from Mendiola bridge headed for the gas station in front of UE, opened the pumps there and filled their bottles with gasoline to fashion Molotov cocktails.

STM editor Rodolfo Tupas and artist Roddy Ragodon, who had positioned themselves at the student-occupied zone on Legarda near Recto and Mendiola, had a graphic picture of the student stampede down from the Mendiola bridge at eleven o’clock:

“While a jeep burned on corner Legarda and Recto, students hurled sticks and rocks at traffic lights and lamps on posts. Everytime a bulb would be hit, the students would shout in joy. Occasionally, troops on the bridge would fire their guns in the air and students and curious crowd would run but would later move back. A student of MLQ holding a stick was telling bystanders how many students were killed and how they hurled down Marcos calendars in the PNB branch on corner Recto and Legarda.

“At close to twelve, troopers fired successively in the air with tracer bullets, lighting the sky. Then all of a sudden, a high tension wire was hit and there was complete darkness. Some 2,000 students and bystanders started the stampede for safety. A new chase began and reached as far as the Quezon Boulevard over-underpass. It ended at about 1:30 in the morning.”#

I Saw Them Aim and Fire! (more excerpts)

By Hermie Rotea

These five chapters in the book, I Saw Them Aim and Fire: Story of the Jan. 26 & 30, 1970 Student Revolt in the Philippines (The Daily News, 1970) by journalist Hermie Rotea, came out in April 1970.  The book provides one othe earliest, if not the earliest, eyewitness account of the First Quarter Storm. “Here in this book is the complete and unexpurgated story of what really happened  before, during, and after Jan. 26 and 30,” writes the author. “It is my story, your story, our story!” At the time of publication, Rotea was editor, publisher, and printer of  The Daily News. A director of the National Press Club of the Philippines in 1960, he studied journalism at FEU and at the Newspaper Institute of America in New York.

Chapter 9: The Siege of Malacañang

If what had happened on Jan. 26 in front of Congress was bad, what took place on Jan. 30 in front of Malacañang was worst.

Like on Jan. 26, I was up early on that day not so much because I smelled trouble but just a matter of daily routine. The day before five groups had staged separate demonstrations and they all turned out to be peaceful. So there was nothing to be alarmed now – or so I thought.

As planned, two separate groups of demonstrators were scheduled to rally in front of Congress and Malacañang simultaneously. Later in the afternoon the one in Congress would march to the presidential palace and join the other force there.

Practically the same big throng of 40 organizations – 50,000 strong – involved in that bloody Jan. 26 Congress riot, was now participating in the Jan. 30 massive demonstration, in a new gigantic and dramatic display of unity of purpose.

But despite the same big number of demonstrators, everything progressed peacefully as of 5:30 p.m. of that day. Just like on Jan. 26.

Nevertheless President Marcos and the law enforcers as usual took no chances. Just like on Jan. 26, security measures had earlier been mapped out.

To get the cooperation of Mayor Villegas, Mr. Marcos, instead of suspending him as he had threatened for withdrawing his policemen from the duty of policing future demonstrations unless officially requested to help, even bowed to his condition.

In his SOS letter to the mayor, President Marcos directed Villegas to “maintain peace and order with all police personnel at your disposal as well as other agencies of the city government jointly with the Philippine Constabulary if necessary.”

Scoring a victory in his dispute with Malacañang on the city peace and order issue, Mayor Villegas took the Marcos letter to mean that he would have over-all supervision over all local and national police agencies which would be fielded to secure rally sites.

(Such was not the case, however, for as usual it was the Metrocom, and later the generals in the armed forces, who called the shots.)

Security measures were discussed among Mayor Villegas, Col. Gerardo Tamayo, Manila police chief; Col. Mariano Ordoñez, Metrocom chief; and chiefs of other police agencies.

Aside from their operations plan, other steps were taken. Students participating in the demonstrations must display nameplates identifying themselves and their schools. Likewise, policemen must have their nameplates sewed on their uniforms for easy identification in case they commit abuses.

Only a handful of traffic policemen in their blue and white uniforms without firearms would be around. A police prowl car would be stationed on Mendiola St. and another on San Rafael St. as communication relays. But reserved riot squads would remain on red alert at City Hall and police precinct No. 8 to move only when violence erupted.

At Malacañang the presidential guards reinforced by Metrocom troopers, would stay inside the compound about three meters from the fence. All gates would be closed, and wooden barricades would be placed at the gutter outside to clear the sidewalk beside the fence of demonstrators.

On the part of the student rebels, they had their own security men wearing red armbands responsible for the maintenance of peace and order in the demonstration areas. They used walkie-talkies and brought with them snack provisions. The marchers were more organized this time.

The first sign of trouble popped up just before sundown during the march from Congress to Malacañang. Angered by the sight of a police symbol of authority, a group of demonstrators burned a traffic stand at the corner of Ayala and …. De Cornillas Sts.

Later what sounded like firecrackers exploded on the palace grounds – caused by whom, nobody knew.

Then at about 6 o’clock, when President Marcos and the student rebel leaders headed by Edgar Jopson and Portia Ilagan were still locked in a no-holds-barred showdown inside Malacañang, restless demonstrators waiting outside demanded that palace gate lights be put on as it was already getting dark.

Sindihan ang ilaw! Sindihan ang ilaw!” (“Open the lights! Open the lights!”) some shouted.

The presidential guards obliged. But no sooner had the lights been put on, the young rebels became more unruly. Somebody threw a rock at a vapor lamp and smashed it. Others followed with stones and sticks until al the gate bulbs were blasted out one by one, darkening the place again.

As this developed, presidential guards and Metrocom troopers maintained their distance inside the palace grounds, standing by and waiting for orders.

A commotion was now going on at Gate 4 facing Mendiola St. A fire truck inside the palace grounds advanced and trained its hoses on the rioters. They retreated.

A brief lull followed. Then at about 7 o’clock another fire truck coming from the direction of Sta. Mesa passed through Jose P. Laurel St. and rushed to the riot scene. It was MFD fire engine No. 10, which responded to an alarm.

Upon reaching St. Jude Church the fire truck slowed down. The firemen apparently tried to train their water canons on the young rebels. Unluckily for them their hoses failed to operate.

Seeing that only an ineffectual sputtering came out of their water canons, the students charged. Like commandoes they leaped at the fire truck which was now trying to back out and escape.

But it was too late. By now the young rebels were swarming all over the beleaguered vehicle. They mauled the firemen who were not quick enough to flee.

Now in full control, the insurgents commandeered the fire truck and drove it toward Gate 4 of Malacañang facing Mendiola St. Upon reaching the gate the students rammed the fire truck against it until the locks gave way, the chains broke, and the gate clanked open.

Once the breach was made, the more daring demonstrators stampeded into the palace grounds. They planted an inverted Filipino flag with the red color up symbolizing their being “at war,” on the fire truck.

When the fire engine reached about ten meters from the broken gate, the rioters quickly poured gasoline on it and ignited it into flames.

The unruly demonstrators likewise burned two other cars parked inside the palace grounds. As smokes thickened inside the beleaguered presidential palace, other insurgents lobbed Molotov bombs, rocks, stones, and pillboxes at nearby buildings.

In the process, glasses and windows of the new Budget Commission building and the clinic building were smashed. Fire almost engulfed the infirmary but was quickly extinguished.

As the braver rioters rained Malacañang with Molotov bombs and rocks and stones, outside other demonstrators were also busy causing damage.

Back at Gate 4, the young rebels set fire on a waiting shed. Others dragged the guardhouse up to Arlegui St. and burned it there. At the main palace gate, the young rebels destroyed the telephone booth near the presidential guard battalion outpost with Molotov bombs.

From the outside, it seemed that the young rebels had taken over Malacañang already.

Further in downtown Manila, along the wide Quezon Blvd. in busy Quiapo and other crowded areas where detour signs were posted, rerouted bus and jeepney commuters on their way home from work were wondering what was happening down there in Malacañang.

Rumors flew thick and fast among passengers that fierce fighting between demonstrators and soldiers had broken out inside the presidential palace. The news broadcast by mouth and through the radio electrified the people.

Back at the beleaguered Malacañang, the student rebels were still causing havoc inside the compound. They rampaged through the palace grounds as if it were nobody’s business.

The militant youths filtered gasoline from the station across the street and filled up empty bottles for their Molotov bombs. They practically had a field day throwing them and other crude weapons, setting fire and breaking glasses.

President Marcos had just broken up his fruitless conference with student rebel leaders headed by Jopson and Ilagan when the unruly demonstrators started rioting.

As the Jopson-Ilagan delegation stepped out of the executive building, they were advised not to exit through the front entrance because the gates were already closed and that it was dangerous.

So presidential aides led by Lino Illera, a palace assistant on student affairs, escorted the group through the backdoor and across the Pasig River to safety.

Back at the palace, President Marcos – no stranger to fighting and violence – put on his helmet and succumbed to the irresistible urge to view the trouble now raging inside the palace compound.

As the Commander–in–Chief, reputedly a sharp-shooter and the nation’s most decorated soldier, watched the fighting, a helicopter stood by for possible evacuation.

All along the elite Presidential Guard Battalion, reinforced by Metrocom troopers in full battle-gear, held their fire and waited for orders.

Finally the Commander-in-Chief called Metrocom chief, Col. Mariano Ordoñez, to his side and gave the order: “Disperse the mob!”

At President Marcos’ command, the crack Presidential Guard Battalion and about 400 Metrocom soldiers in their white helmets now came out in full force.

They fired warning shots into the air as they advanced. But the young rebels held their ground. Seeing that the rioters were calling the bluff, the state troopers this time fired tear gas bombs at them.

As the deadly gas hit their side, many demonstrators were blinded. This forced them to retreat, but many fell into government hands.

The soldiers charged, and during their advance they beat up rioters they had just caught with rifle butts and billy clubs. Some applied the good old-fashioned fists and feet.

In the fierce fighting that broke out, both sides suffered injuries. Several media men who covered the clashes behind the soldier’s line, were also wounded.

When the palace grounds were finally cleared of demonstrators, Metrocom troopers rushed out of Malacañang in hot pursuit of fleeing students, still hurling tear gas bombs at them.

Now in full control of the situation, state troopers sealed off the executive building and deployed inside and outside the presidential palace, ready for any counter-attack.

They also blockaded the areas around Malacañang to make the palace secure and out of the range of attacking forces.

It was now past nine o’clock in the evening, and the City Hall permit issued the demonstrators had already expired. Using this as reason, the authorities pleaded to the students to go home.

But instead of heeding their advice and warning, the young rebels answered by continuing their rampage throwing at the government side Molotov bombs and pillboxes.

On Mendiola St. leading to Palace Gate No. 4, they burned six vehicles – three private jeeps, a passenger bus, a passenger jeepney, and a motorcycle to demonstrate their defiance of the authorities.

The areas surrounding Malacañang now looked like a battle zone, reminiscence of the last world war. Worried by the deteriorating situation, and fearing a massive counter attack, authorities called for reinforcements.

In due time, truckloads after truckloads of soldiers in full battle-gear from Camp Aguinaldo, Camp Crame, Fort Bonifacio, Nichols Field, Philippine Navy headquarters, and from far-off Camp Olivas, Pampanga, rushed to Malacañang.

As smokes of initial clashes still blanketed the vicinity, even AFP generals were drawn to the battle scene.

No less than Gen. Manuel Yan, chief of staff; Brig. Gen. Vicente Raval, constabulary chief; arrived at the palace.

They rushed to Malacañang together with crack units from the army, navy, air force, and constabulary to reinforce the out numbered but fully-armed Presidential Guard Battalion and Metrocom troopers.

Spearheading the reinforcements were contingents from the First Tabak Division, the only battle-ready and fully-equipped armed forces unit; and the Task Force Lawin, the veteran anti-Huk outfit in Central Luzon, the hotbed of dissidence, whose commander, Brig. Gen. Rosso Saballones, himself led the dash to Manila.

State troopers in their assorted uniforms, armed with armalites, garands, carbines, sub-machineguns and side pistols now massed in front of Malacañang’s Gate 4 facing Mendiola St., the main line of retreat of the student rebels. Other units deployed up to San Miguel Brewery plant.

Further down the wide thoroughfare up to Mendiola Bridge and across Legarda St. and Claro M. Recto Ave., the head and tail of the Jan. 30 Movement – 50,000 strong – still occupied the areas.

Between the government forces and the young rebels was a deserted portion of Mendiola St. in front of La Consolacion College up to Mapa High School, which was now transformed into a veritable no-man’s land.

This was how the situation stood on that Friday night of Jan.30, as the Battle of Mendiola was about to begin.#

Chapter 10: The Battle of Mendiola

My personal eye-witness account of the Battle of Mendiola was published in The Manila Times and Taliba, the most-widely circulated English and Pilipino dailies, respectively, on Feb. 2 entitled “Behind the Barricades: I SAW THEM AIM AND FIRE!” and “Gabi ng Riot.”

It follows:

I was behind the student lines on that bloody Friday night, and with my own eyes saw the young demonstrators being shot down like dogs.

The claim that the soldiers merely fired warning shots in the air is only partly true. I saw them aim and fire at the demonstrators.

I marched, advanced, and retreated with the young rebels – from Congress, Malacañang along Mendiola St., and finally down to C. M. Recto Ave. And in the one-sided pitch battles that broke out, I saw and heard the cries and groans of those who fell.

I saw last Friday the dreaded face of revolution, as the young demonstrators, armed only with stones and iron bars, clashed with government soldiers in full battle gear, only to be overrun, killed, dispersed, or caught like trapped animals.

From storming Malacañang, where they had waved an inverted Philippine flag to symbolize their being “at war,” they retreated and regrouped on Mendiola St., filling the wide thoroughfare from the Mapa High School to the corner of Legarda, across Mendiola bridge.

There must have been about 50,000 of those young people who converged on that area spilling to C. M. Recto Ave., in front of University of the East. Although those on Mendiola St. were prepared for the arrest, there was curiously a festive mood in the air as many groups chatted happily, obviously not anticipating the danger ahead.

The more militant, however, were shouting and burning or smashing vehicles and police outposts. Mercury vapor lamps were stoned. The iron fence on the island of Recto Ave. was torn down and the grills rooted out.

From where I stood, behind the student lines, I saw the anti-riot squads and troopers mass at the corner of J. P. Laurel Ave. and Mendiola St., in front of Malacañang’s Gate 4.

The government attack came at about 10 p.m. I saw two fire trucks with blinding headlights, advance slowly on the demonstrators; while troops trotted behind.

Upon reaching the front of Holy Spirit College, the two fire trucks turned on their hoses and trained these on the vanguard of the demonstrators deployed in front of the Mapa high School, drenching some and forcing them to retreat.

Huwag kayong tatakbo!” (“Don’t run!”) the leaders ordered, as the troops continued to inch toward them.

The youths stood their ground, with only stones and iron bars in their hands.

When the two forces were less than a hundred yards of each other in front of Mapa High School, the youths started pelting the advancing soldiers with stones. At the same time, they hurled invectives and taunts at the helmeted anti-riot squads and soldiers. The latter were calm at this state of provocations.

When they saw the demonstrators refuse to budge although they were now just a few meters from each other, the soldiers stopped. They fired shots in the air apparently to scare the youths.

Walang bala yan! Huwag kayong tatakbo!” (“They’re only using blanks. Stay where you are!”), the demonstration leaders said. The demonstrators nervously held their ground.

It must have been then that the troops realized that they could not disperse the demonstrators by merely dousing them with water or firing warning shots in the air.

Another volley rang out. This time the demonstrators scattered up and scampered toward the bridge. While they retreated I saw some fall, then rise and limo away under new bursts of gunfire.

Upon seeing their companions fall, some demonstrators rushed back to lift the casualties. Those whom they could not retrieve fell into the hands of the troops and anti-riot squads.

As the youths ran for their lives toward Mendiola bridge, they would stop and throw stones at their charging troops.

I then saw anti-riot squad men club some of the wounded demonstrators they had just caught although they were obviously helpless and could not resist, and drag the back like slaughtered animals.

May bala pala! May tinamaan sa atin!” (“They are using live bullets! Some of us were hit!”) I heard fleeing demonstrators warning their companions waiting on Mendiola bridge.

Baril! Baril! Kumuha tayo ng baril! Revolution na ito!” (“Guns! Guns! Let’s get guns! This is revolution already!”), I heard others shout.

Bumaba na sana ngayon ang mga Huks. I don’t care anymore!” I heard this from another young man.

The demonstrators must have realized then that the government meant business.

By this time they had been pushed back to Mendiola bridge. The see-saw battle was an hour old.

I retreated to the bridge myself and turned right on Legarda toward Gastambide. The other students fled to Recto Ave. and to Legarda.

During the retreat, I saw scores of apparently dead or wounded demonstrators being carried by their companions to safety.

I shuddered seeing one young man with a bullet wound on the forehead being carried away by four youths down Recto Ave. toward the UE.

I found myself with a big crowd at Gastambide. On reaching the front of the Mary Chiles hospital, I saw two injured youths being carried inside.

Because I could still hear shots, I continued running with the crowd. Upon reaching Lepanto, I paused to catch my breath. Then I walked towards España where I came upon two young men directing traffic. I looked around. There was not a single policeman in sight.

I proceeded to FEU hospital where another big crowd was massed. There I saw half-a-dozen wounded demonstrators being rushed in by two taxicabs.

I heard more shots or what sounded like explosion. I gathered enough courage and proceeded to Recto Ave. in front of UE, where I presumed the action must be, and there I found the demonstrators busy lighting bonfires in the middle of the street.

Other groups were busy at the gasoline pumps of the gas station in front of UE, filling bottles with gasoline to fashion Molotov cocktails.

A few meters away, an army 6 x 6 truck and a private car smoldered nearby. People were running and shouting all over the place; others merely watched from the sidewalks.

The houses and the stores in the vicinity were closed and dark although I could felt their occupants peering through half-closed windows and doors.

It was almost midnight and things had quieted down a bit. I sensed, however, that the ominous silence was the calm before the final storm. Although I could not clearly see them in the dark, the government forces had already taken position on Mendiola bridge preparatory to the final assault.

I left the “battlefield” feeling tired, and sad.

*  *  *

Before The Manila Times and Taliba published this exclusive report of mine in English and Tagalog versions on Feb. 2, no less than Publisher “Chino” Roces read it first and then cross-examined me.

He had just been called to Malacañang together with other publishers of metropolitan dailies for a conference with President Marcos who appealed to them for cooperation in toning down news of student unrest in order not to fan the fires of revolution.

Later, when Mr. Marcos saw Rep. Joaquin Roces in Malcañang, he asked the former Manila Times columnist why he had allowed my eye-witness report to come out in his family’s newspaper.

As Roces later succinctly put it in a private conversation with some newsmen at the House press gallery why he had not been playing the role of a Marcos defender, he said:

“I am only a congressman.”#

Chapter 11: Chaos in Downtown Manila

The whole nation laid wake on that bloody night of Jan. 30 as student rebels stormed Malacañang, then clashed with soldiers in the Battle of Mendiola, and finally extended their hit-and-run fighting in the dark street and alleys of Manila.

As fierce street fighting ripped across the city from night till dawn, leaving in its wake dead and wounded casualties from both sides, a shocked people trembled at the thought of revolution.

At about midnight, government forces captured the Mendiola bridge. From military view point, its falling into government hands strengthened their position and turned the tide against the rebels.

Thus from this bridge, no less than Gen. Manuel Yan, armed forces chief of staff, directed the final assault on the retreating students.

Two congressmen – Reps. Ramon Bagatsing and Teodulo Natividad – showed up at the bridge to make an on-the-spot assessment of the situation.

Bagatsing represented the “war-torn” third district of Manila, while Natividad had just been made co-chairman of the special Senate-House committee investigating the Jan. 26 Congress riot.

While Gen. Yan directed the final assault on the remnants of the rebel movement who were still at Recto Ave. in front of the University of the East, mopping up operation was going on around the Mendiola bridge.

In the darkness, caused by the destruction earlier of the Meralco electric main transformer, soldiers rounded up youths during the chase, beat them up and dragged them back to their side.

The nearby San Beda College posed as a special problem to the troops engaged in the mopping up operation. About 200 youths had sought refuge within the safety of its tall abode walls and school buildings.

Because it was a private property, the soldiers peering through the closed gate scratched their heads figuring out what to do – whether to gate-rash it and round up the boys inside at the risk of trespassing, or simply wait for them to come out.

To be sure, those holed up in San Beda College could give the military authorities who had taken position on Mendiola bridge some trouble, because they were within striking distance.

Finally, the suspense was broken. Somebody from the inside, carrying a white flag, appeared. Then Rector Fr. Oligario came out and assured Metrocom officers that those holed up inside were San Beda students and meant no harm.

As this developed, the battle for Mendiola bridge was not yet over. Suddenly what used to be an insignificant piece of real estate became a much-coveted property.

Fierce battle still raged for the possession of Mendiola bridge. After constabulary and army troops had overrun the young rebels on this bridge and engaged them in a see-saw battle, now the rebels threatened to give them a dose of their own medicine.

In a desperate counter-offensive to recapture Mendiola bridge, young insurrectionists commandeered a Yujuico bus and drove it toward the beleaguered bridge.

Behind, students who had regrouped cheered the motorized kamikaze attack. But soldiers manning the army barricades on the bridge fired at the advancing bus and halted it.

Its rear then burst into flames just as it almost rammed the soldiers’ barricades.

It was now past midnight. Sporadic gunfire and explosions could be heard within the vicinity of Mendiola bridge from where I stood, still behind the student lines.

I decided to cross the student lines and reach the government side to see how it looks there. But instead of going straight to Mendiola bridge from UE and be mistaken for a sniper, I circled to play safe.

On Recto Ave. in front of UE I turned back to Lepanto St. Upon reaching that small street I turned left, and then left again when I reached Raon. From that corner I proceeded to San Sebastian Church. Finally I reached the corner of Legarda and San Rafael Sts.

There for the first time, I saw the soldiers at close range. Perhaps it was the same soldiers who chased and fired at us earlier that evening as I retreated with the students at the height of the Battle of Mendiola – I was not sure.

But they sure looked tired and hungry. The scars of battle were evident in their faces. Some simply slumped on the dark sidewalks, resting their rifles beside them. They seemed unperturbed by the presence of onlookers.

Finally at the crack of dawn, the final assault began.  From Mendiola bridge and behind the army barricades came out state troopers in full battle-gear.

They advanced in two-column formation, single file, and headed toward UE along Recto Ave., inching their way on both sidewalks across the darkened thoroughfare.

Upon seeing the soldiers, the young rebels – who earlier had caused havoc in the area by burning vehicles, uprooting the iron fence on the center island of Recto Ave., and dragging huge flower pots across the street to serve as barricades – fought back with Molotov bombs, rocks and other crude weapons.

But they were no match to the fully-armed soldiers. Realizing their exercise in futility, the rebels retreated down to Quezon Blvd. and into the heart of downtown Manila.

Closed on their heels came the advancing state troopers who now captured the area in front of UE along Recto Ave. In their mopping up operation there, they flushed out a big group holed up inside the university compound.

By this time, during the unholy hours of the morning, the retreating rebels rampaged through the streets of downtown Manila. Just as they had done the night before, they marched and shouted “Revolution! Revolution!”

Others chanted “Sumama kayong lahat sa rebolusyon!” (“Join the Revolution!”)

Some vowed “Ibagsak si Marcos!” (“Down with Marcos”).

Hundreds of commuters and late-movie-goers were stranded in downtown Manila. Afraid bus and jeepney drivers refused to ply their routes.

While state troopers had captured new areas and taken positions there, students and youths at the “liberated areas” were still in full control of the streets.

They stopped jeepneys, taxicabs and private cars entering the “liberated area” and ordered their drivers to turn back.

At the opposite side, soldiers with their M-14s ready, were also stopping every bus, jeepney and private vehicle in search for student rebels.

As mass arrest continued in the dark alleys of San Miguel, Sampaloc and Quiapo districts, anarchy broke loose.

Maddened by their defeat, young rebels fleeing for their lives stoned buildings, smashed window glasses, and burned vehicles they came across along their route of retreat.

In Quiapo where 24-hour coffee shops and restaurants suddenly closed, looting was rampant at the Lacson underpass. Looters also ransacked other city establishments elsewhere.

The rioters destroyed glass panes, set fire on the police outpost beside Quiapo Church, and knocked out traffic signal lights at the corner of Carriedo and Rizal Ave.

From the corner of Legarda and San Rafael Sts., I had already walked through Arlegui, Quiapo area, and was now on my way to Rizal Ave.

From the corner of Quezon Blvd. and Raon Sts., I could see a vehicle burning along Recto Ave. near Cinerama Theater.

I walked through Raon St. When I reached the corner of Rizal Ave., I saw a police traffic stand in the middle of the street burning. I approached a group and asked what happened, and was told that earlier a traffic policeman who saw a mob coming ran to Raon St. toward Florentino Torres St. The mob set it on fire.

On Rizal Ave. in front of State Theater, I saw another group rip off a bronze marker from the center island which proclaimed that this main thoroughfare was cemented through the effort of Mayor Antonio Villegas, and trampled it like a scrap of paper.

At the corner of Rizal Ave. and Bustos St., another group of rebels saw red at the sight of a police alarm installation, symbol of authority.

This they started hitting with their clubs with intent to destroy. But the red apparatus survived their beating as they got tired of hitting it.

A horrified night watch guard posted on the sidewalk of the Good Earth Emporium saw what happened, and when the same group approached him he immediately threw up his hands in surrender and cried: “Hindi ako lalaban!” (“I am not fighting you!”)

Just as some were about to gang up on him, cooler heads shouted: “Huwag! Hindi kalaban yan!” (“Don’t! He is not an enemy!”)

As I went home after that bloody night of Jan. 30, following what seemed like an eternity of terror, with the crack of gunfire and Molotov bombs still reverberating in my ears, with the smell of smokes and tear gas fumes still in my nostril, and with the dreaded face of revolution still staring at me, a sudden flashback ran across my mind.

Now I could not help but recall, as though it was only yesterday, what happened during the last world war when I was still a kid. Chaos broke out in Manila as Japanese troops pounded on its very doors.

The thought of the advancing enemy forces entering Manila, now declared an open city to spare it from further bombing, gripped the people with horror.

In the bedlam that broke loose, rampant looting followed the evacuation. Store owners fled for their lives and left their goods at the mercy of looters.

Later, at the sight of the enemy, civilians scampered to all directions and away from the advancing Japanese troops. The streets and sidewalks of downtown Manila were thus full of fleeing people.

That was sometime in 1942 during the early stage of world war two. In 1945, a similar tragic event took place. This time the once invincible conquerors, with a  touch of irony, were now preparing to make a last stand as Gen. MacArthur’s liberation forces closed in on the beleaguered city.

That afternoon chaos again broke loose in Manila, and as usual the hardest hit was business establishments. Rampant looting followed the mass confusion just before sunset.

That night advance units of the crack First U.S. Cavalry Division entered Manila and immediately captured Santo Tomas University where American prisoners of war were concentrated.

In the fierce fighting that broke out within our neighborhood, we found ourselves caught in the crossfire between the advancing American troops and the retreating Japanese soldiers.

When a mortar shell hit our neighbor’s roof and set fire on the house, we dashed out of P. Paredes St. with our push-cart full of belongings. As I pushed it across Quezon Blvd. toward Central Market, which was then only an open clearing where American troops had dug foxholes and aimed trench mortars and canons at Far Eastern University building nearby and at Intramuros across the Pasig River, bullets almost grazed me as I ran . . .

All this horrible war experience now suddenly flashed across my mind, after that bloody night of Jan. 30, following the Siege of Malacañang, next the Battle of Mendiola, and finally the chaos that broke out in downtown Manila.

Then, as on that night during the war, I found myself running with the frightened crowds in the dark streets and alleys of the city, fearful of the unknown, knowing that danger was lurking at every corner, and realizing that at that very moment, history was being written.#

Chapter 12: Martial Law

As the nation was pushed to “the trembling edge of revolution,” the big question of the moment was: “Will President Marcos impose martial law or suspend the writ of habeas corpus?”

Martial law is military rule. It is imposed in an area where civilian rule had collapsed or is about to collapse. Under martial law, the military has the power of life and death over the people.

Article VII, Section 11, of the Constitution vests in the President the power to impose martial law during an emergency. In such an eventuality, as Commander-in-Chief he becomes the military ruler. In effect, he becomes a dictator.

In the Philippines, the power to impose martial law is vested solely in the President, unlike in the United States where it is split between Congress and the President.

Writ of habeas corpus is of lesser degree. It protects the civil rights of the people, particularly against arrest or detention of more than six hours without a formal charge being filed.

Exception is the charge of sedition, in which case the accused may be detained for more than the statutory limitation of six hours or for as long as 18 hours.

To suspend the writ of habeas corpus, as what happened during the Quirino administration, is to deal a dangerous blow to the other freedoms; to impose martial law, is to knock out the entire Bill of Rights and establish a dictatorship.

To impose martial law or to suspend the writ of habeas corpus was thus the big question that haunted President Marcos during those agonizing moments in Malacañang because of that horrifying night of Jan. 30.

As he pondered over the painful situation, and as the smokes of battle cleared, five were confirmed dead in that bloodiest demonstration ever held in the country. They were:

  1. Fernando Tausa, 16, of Mapa High School.
  2. Fernando Catabay, 18, of Manuel L. Quezon University.
  3. Ricardo Alcantara, 19, of University of the Philippines.
  4. Felicisimo Roldan, 21, of Far Eastern University.
  5. Samuel Carreon, 28, of University of the East.

Aside from these five fatalities, over 200 persons were injured, 5 missing, 293 arrested for sedition, and about P1 million worth of property was destroyed.

All the dead victims suffered gunshot wounds, while most of those injured were also shot, others truncheoned.

Of the wounded victims, 17 were Manila policemen, 14 Metrocom troopers, and 2 newspapermen. The rest were demonstrators, while a few were bystanders.

Of those arrested for sedition, Fernando Barican, Jr., chairman of the University of the Philippines student council, led the list.

The following day the newspapers as usual screamed with big headlines and the photos, while the people reeled under the impact of the most violent youth uprising that ever exploded in the history of this republic.#

Chapter 13: Tales of Horror

The nightmare of Jan. 30 easily rivaled Edgar Allan Poe’s tales of horror or Rip Van Winkle’s believe-it-or-not items.

For the Filipinos, the battle of Manila was their baptism to the turbulent confrontation between the young rebels and the Establishment.

Now, in the aftermath of that terrifying night, came the sound and the fury of an angry Young Generation demanding justice for their dead.

For those who died on that night of Jan. 30, all martyrs to their cause, were shot and killed in cold blood, there was no denying it.

But who shot them, was the big question now. The students pointed an accusing finger at the soldiers whom they said had fired at them pointblank during their demonstration.

But their angry charges met vehement denials from military authorities who insisted that communist infiltrators had committed the murder to inflame the people against the government.

Spearheading the condemnation of military brutality was Fernando Barican Jr., chairman of the University of the Philippines student council, who was himself arrested and charged with sedition following that night of Jan. 30.

After his provisional release from PC stockade, the fiery student leader called an emergency meeting at the UP campus, cradle of national leaders, after which the entire student population there unanimously adopted a declaration against the Establishment.

Without mincing words, their manifesto branded the gory incidents of Jan. 26 and 30 as the “most criminal betrayal of the people’s clamor for change – change in the economic, social and political provinces of our national setup.”

The UP declaration continued:

“We express disgust over the growing use of force as evidenced by the mockery of elections in Batanes, Ilocos Sur, and Marinduque and the suppression of civil liberties in Central Luzon.

“No one has forgotten the Lapiang Malaya and Jabidah massacres and the Oct. 24, 1966, movement.

“The UPSC makes no denial that a few students were harsh in their methods of achieving their cause. But it believes that under no guise of law can acts of the policemen, Metrocom agents, soldiers, and the PC justify the brutal murder committed.

“The UPSC fears no Congress investigation. It expresses its most sincere desire to participate and cooperate. But it demands that the officers-in-charge of the military team detained to guard Malacañang on the night of Jan. 30 be summoned before Congress to be subjected to investigation on the death of students.

“The UPSC shall preserve the integrity of the university. It shall oppose all acts from within and without which attempt to paralyze state universities from free thinking and living up to its rule as catalyst for change.”

The inseparable team of Edgar Jopson, president of the National Union of Students of the Philippines, and Portia Ilagan, president of the National Students League, also denounced the authorities for the Jan. 30 tragedy.

In another joint statement, they strongly opposed any move of President Marcos to curtail civil liberties or declare martial law in the Philippines.

They condemned the use of high-powered arms like Armalites and Thompson, sub-machinegun in suppressing the students during their Jan. 30 Malacañang demonstration.

Denying that their groups were a party to the riot, Jopson and Ilagan nevertheless warned that the administration might use the present conditions as an excuse to perpetrate witch-hunts that could place student dissenters in danger.

The two student rebel leaders stressed that in the wake of all this, the only alterative left was “peaceful or violent revolution.”

Nelson Navarro, spokesman of the Movement for a Democratic Philippines, viewed “with alarm the Red scare that President Marcos has just unleashed against the Filipino people.”

He continued:

“While military harassment and ideological slander are not entirely unknown to the progressive sector of our country, this latest incursion of President Marcos into the beleaguered constitutional rights of the people cannot help but mean that Fascism has indeed established to protect Marcos and his kind from the justified wrath of the people.

“The culpability of the Marcos administration is doubly condemnable for its gross hypocrisy and deception. It has consistently denied the existence of just and legitimate grievances coming from the majority of the Filipino people. It has closed its eyes to a political system distinguished for its corruption, puppetry and opportunism.”

Crispin Aranda, chairman of the Youth League Against Fascism and president of the student council of the Philippine College of Commerce, said:

“We denounce the malicious attempts of Marcos and the military to white-wash the criminal role of their agents in the Jan. 30 massacre of students.

“The soldiers and policemen who were responsible for the heinous crime against our youth may remain unpunished for they enjoy the protection of the fascistic government of Marcos.

“Unknown to them, perhaps, these trigger-happy butchers have produced martyrs whose death will further galvanize the surging mass actions of students, workers, and peasants.”

The Kabataang Makabayan and the Samahan ng Demokratikong Kabataan squarely blamed the PC, Special Forces, Task Force Lawin, Metrocom and police for the death of five students on Jan. 30.

“They were unforgivably responsible for the death of student demonstrators who were shot in the back by well-camouflaged army snipers while fleeing from the attacking columns of soldiers.

“There is no doubt that the intention of the armed agents of the state was to physically eliminate the military demonstrators who dared to expose and fight the fascistic government of Marcos.

“Mr. Marcos will never succeed in washing off from his hands the blood of student victims no matter how he evades the issues of fascism and police brutality leveled against him.”

The National Students Association of the Philippines also charged President Marcos with “indulging in witch-hunting and McCarthyism” for claiming that the riot in Malacañang was “communist-inspired.”

“We strongly deny that the massive student demonstration in Malacañang was committed by leftist elements,” the NASP said.

The Philippine Constitution Association (Philconsa), through Salvador Araneta, former secretary of agriculture and president of Araneta University, also joined the outcry against the Jan. 30 tragedy. He said:

“I was greatly affected and feel sad that four young lives had to be immolated to the crusade for change. As chairman of the Philconsa committee on reforms, we join hands with NUSP leaders in their further assessment that the bitter lesson of that Friday tumult is that there is no other choice but to change society and political institutions that made possible this violence.”

As various groups angrily ganged up on the Marcos administration and demanded that it account for what happened on Jan. 30, tales of how the dead victims of military atrocities fell in the night unfolded and further shocked the nation.

A grieving father of Bernardo Tausa, 16, of Mapa High School, who was felled by a bullet, said his son was on his way to the Mercury drugstore at the corner of Recto Ave. and Legarda St. when fighting broke out.

Bernardo died from a bullet wound in the chest at the Jose Reyes Memorial Hospital.

Fernando Catabay, 18, of Manuel L. Quezon University, succumbed to a single bullet wound on the side of his body – according to his father Juan Catabay.

“He was never involved in any demonstration before until yesterday when invited by friends to Malacañang,” the elder Catabay recalled.

Ricardo Alcantara, 19, University of the Philippines, a first-year A.B. student and son of The Manila Times warehouse manager Jesus Alcantara, suffered mortal bullet wound in the face.

According to his aunt Dolores Alcantara, Ricardo at first hesitated to join the demonstration but since the site was along the way to their house, he joined the Malacañang rallyists.

Felicisimo Roldan, 21, of Far Eastern University, was walking along Mendiola St. that evening of Jan. 30 with his younger brother Mario.

In the crossfire that followed, Mario said he saw his brother collapse after a volley of gunfire. As Mario dragged his wounded brother who was hit in the right arm, he himself got hit in the right arm but survived.

As for the many other demonstrators who also suffered gunshot wounds and other injuries caused by truncheons but also luckily survived the Mendiola massacre, their tales of brutality were equally horrifying.

But despite strong evidence of military atrocities, armed forces authorities washed their hands off the killing of the five students at the height of the bloodiest demonstration that ever rocked the country.

Initial army findings showed that .22 caliber guns were weapons used in snuffing out the lives of the victims as evidenced by the slugs found in their bodies.

Since the soldiers were armed with higher caliber guns, it was pointed out that they could not have been the ones who shot and killed the five students.

At any rate, Gen. Manuel Yan, AFP chief of staff, ordered that the autopsy on the five slain students be thoroughly conducted and expedited to ascertain further if there were other types of guns used in their killing.

President Marcos cleared the security forces of any blame for their death, although he stressed that the riots had given them enough provocation which, from the legal point of view, could have given the soldiers an excuse to shoot them down.

“Imagine what the military would have done if I had lost my cool,” Mr. Marcos said.

As the commander-in-chief absolved the soldiers from any responsibility in the death of the five students even as Gen. Yan ordered further probe of the case, the Manila police came up with different findings.

According to Dr. Angelo Singian, medico-legal officer of the Manila Police Department, the victims were all felled by bullets fired from high-powered weapons!

Dr. Singian, who had just autopsied the bodies of the victims, thus contradicted military claims that the students were killed by bullets from .22 caliber guns.

He disclosed that on the contrary Alcantara was hit by a bullet from a high-powered weapon, while the other victims were shot with guns no lower in power than .38s.

Standard military arms were the Armalite M-14 and M-16, caliber .225, .32 caliber carbines, .30 caliber Garand rifles, and .38 and .45 caliber pistols and revolvers.

Notwithstanding the Manila police’s adverse findings, Brig. Gen. Vicente Raval, chief of the Philippine Constabulary, insisted that the fatalities of the Jan. 30 riot were shot by the students themselves to win the people’s sympathy.

The close crony of President Marcos explained that “this was then the pattern – demonstrators killing some of their members to dramatize it and gain public sympathy.” He added:

“In Rome, the demonstrators killed one of their members and carried the body along the streets during the five-day rally. This was also the pattern in other countries which I have visited.”

Raval debunked the findings of the Manila police that the five students were felled by high-caliber firearms, not by .22 caliber guns as military authorities had earlier claimed. He said:

“That’s not true! Had I ordered the shooting, you can just imagine how many students would have been killed by just one platoon aiming their guns at them.

“In fact I commended my men because they were able to control themselves and they did not fire their guns despite the fact that many of them were hurt by stoning.

“Why should I allow my men to fire at those students when I have also seven children and those demonstrators were like my sons?

“In fact, when I saw a wounded student bleeding all over his face, it seemed that I could see the face of my own son.”

Asked to comment on the Raval statement that the five dead victims of the Jan. 30 bloody riot were shot by the demonstrators themselves to arouse public sympathy, a now different Gen. Yan shouted:

“No, no, no! No demonstrator was apprehended with any high-caliber weapon. The only confiscation was a cal. .22 paltik and a 9 mm pistol. The autopsies showed that three of the victims were felled by .38 slugs and the fourth a high-caliber bullet.”

Thus to the surprise of the people, Gen. Yan contradicted President Marcos and PC Chief Raval, and supported the finding of the Manila police!#

On the January 30-31 Demonstration

By Ang Bayan

Published in the book, First Quarter Storm of 1970 (Silangan Publishers, 1970), p. 36-45). In the book’s introduction, the book’s editors wrote: “We believe that truth can best be served by allowing the amplest opportunity for and  fullest freedom in the battle of ideas. To that goal the publication of this book is dedicated.” Ang Bayan is the official publication of the Communist Party of the Philippines.

The Brutality of the Reactionary State

Not satisfied with the brutal breaking-up of the January 26 demonstration in front of Congress, the reactionary regime of Marcos Perpetrated on January 30-31 far bloodier and more brutal crimes against more than 50,000 students, progressive intellectuals, workers and peasants who demonstrated in front of Malacañang.

Four student heroes enrolled in various large schools in the Greater Manila area were wantonly murdered with rifle fire by military troops and the police. Hundreds of other young men and women were seriously injured and maimed for life. They filled six large hospitals in the Greater Manila area. The savagery of the shooting and truncheon beating conducted by the reactionary troops and police was such that until now scores of demonstrators continue to be on the verge of death. Hundreds of militant demonstrators were arrested and wounded demonstrators were thrown into PC and Army trucks like hogs for the butcherhouse. Many of those arrested were subjected to torture and long hours of interrogation by PC investigators. Some of those apprehended are still being missed by their schoolmates and friends.

Even after the demonstration, the fascist brutes continued to kidnap and arrest students and other demonstration leaders in the futile attempt of the Marcos puppet reactionary regime to blackmail and intimidate them and forestall more and bigger mass protests against its bloody crimes against the people. Immediately after the demonstration, the reactionary government filed sedition charges against demonstration leaders and other militants, closed the schools in the Greater Manila area and turned its spies against patriotic students and leaders of mass organizations suspected of organizing more protest actions. A ban on protest demonstrations was brazenly imposed.

During and after the demonstrations, the fascist puppet chieftain Marcos called all his top henchmen in the major services of the reactionary armed forces and briefed them for more intensified suppression and intimidation of patriotic students and organizations. The U.S. A.I.D,-trained brutes of the Manila police as well as those of the suburban areas were organized to be let loose on the demonstrators.

Never has there been a more open and bloodier suppression of democratic rights in the city than the suppression of the demonstration of January 30-31.

The Revolutionary Courage of the Students and Other Demonstrators

The militant participants of the January 26 demonstration in front of Congress were never cowed by the brutality of the reactionary state. They came back with more intense patriotism and courage to join the January 30-31 demonstration against the reactionary state and the fascist puppets of U.S. imperialism.

The militant students, constituting the majority of the participants in the demonstrations, came in big numbers from 36 universities, colleges and high schools in Manila. Also participating were representatives from more than 40 universities and colleges in the provinces. Together with contingents of workers and peasants, they gave full play to the revolutionary spirit of “It is right to rebel” against U.S. imperialism and local reaction. They fought tit for tat against the reactionary troops and police with explosives made on the spot, iron bars taken from street railings and stones. They commandeered a fire truck to break the main gate of Malacañang and a bus to break the lines of the advancing hordes of Metrocom men and set fire to several army and police vehicles, including trucks, jeeps and a cop motorcycle.

The patriotic demonstrators shouted revolutionary slogans condemning the fascist brutality of the reactionary state and calling on the workers, peasants, students and progressive intellectuals to unite against U.S. imperialism, feudalism and the Marcos puppet reactionary regime.

The residents in the demonstration area were inspired by the dauntless revolutionary spirit of the demonstrators as they held their ground against the attacks of the armed brutes of the reactionary state. They took in many wounded demonstrators and even treated them.

Frightened out of his wits, the fascist puppet Marcos gave the order to shoot the patriotic demonstrators and had a helicopter ready for his immediate escape from the ire of the militant demonstrators. Apart from the 2,000 reactionary troops which unleashed the sanguinary suppression against the demonstrating masses, AFP chieftain Manuel Yan ordered the 12,000-man strong PC on “red-alert”, and the air force, navy and army on “blue alert”. He even summoned Task Force Lawin, the Marines and five companies of the Special Forces from Fort Magsaysay in Nueva Ecija to reinforce the troops in and around Manila. This has clearly shown the utter panic of the Marcos reactionary regime in confronting the militant masses of demonstrators. In mortal fear of further mass protest actions against its corrupt and brutal regime, it has kept a large number of reactionary troops in the Greater Manila area up to now.

After the demonstration of January 30-31, the patriotic students and other demonstrators have continuously fought in various forms the reactionary puppet regime and vowed to develop their struggle in scale and depth. Their dauntless revolutionary spirit has inspired and won the sympathy of the broad masses of the people throughout the country. Mass actions are sweeping the country in support of the January 30-31 demonstration and in protest against the fascist terror perpetrated by the Marcos puppet reactionary regime.

The revolutionary courage and heroism of the students have lifted the hearts of the oppressed and exploited people all over the country. They have in a big way fanned the flames of revolutionary struggle. The entire Filipino people are increasingly awakening to the need for armed revolutionary struggle in the face of armed counter-revolution.

Subsequent Tactics of the Enemy

Within 24 hours after the sanguinary suppression of the patriotic demonstrators, the fascist chieftain Marcos babbled in his “nationwide call” through the mass media that the militant mass demonstration was either “communist-inspired” and “not communist-inspired” in a desperate effort to tone down the immediate nationwide condemnation of his bloody crimes. Marcos has tried in vain to cover up the fact that the broad masses of the student demonstrators together with workers and peasants, are united in their common feeling of indignation against and in their resistance to his puppet reactionary regime and his U.S. imperialist masters. He cannot hope to split the ranks of patriotic students, workers and peasants who will always rise up inasmuch as they have reached a new and higher level of consciousness against the enemies of national democracy.

Marcos has tried to wash his hands of the blood of the patriotic demonstrators brutally murdered and maimed by his henchmen – the reactionary military troops and police. He even has the impudence to demand gratitude from the people because he has exercised “tolerance” and restrained himself from murdering more students or formally suspending the privilege of habeas corpus. But his hypocritical speech cannot erase the fact of the unprecedented murder of four student youth and maiming and mass arrests of hundreds of patriotic demonstrators under his regime nor can it hide the truth that all this is but a preparation for further bloody suppressions of patriotic militants and organizations and the national democratic movement in general.

Marcos’ January 31st red-baiting statement has set the line for the subsequent bicameral hearings being conducted by Congress. It is evident from the pattern of interrogation in the hearings that militant and patriotic organizations are the object of this witch-hunt. This again is a dirty scheme to divert the attention of the people from the bloody crimes of the Marcos reactionary regime and to stifle the growing mass movement of the Filipino people against U.S. imperialism and its local reactionary allies. It is not surprising fur such a politically bankrupt regime to concentrate its attack on those who truly speak and act for the national democratic interests of the people. Not a single one of its henchmen who brutally attacked the patriotic demonstrators has been apprehended and tried.

Far from putting the blame on the reactionary troops and police, Marcos even lauded their “exemplary” conduct in the murder, maiming and mass arrests of the patriotic militant demonstrators. Together with his gang of fascist brutes, Marcos led a field mass at Malacañang Park where he took the opportunity to exhort the troops of the reactionary armed forces to prepare for more sanguinary suppression of the people’s struggle for national liberation and democratic rights.

Marcos callously manipulates the Catholic Church through Cardinal Santos, the bishops and the priests to chasten the demonstrators for having militantly acted in defense of their democratic rights. True to his role as an apologist of the counter-revolutionary state which exploits and oppresses the Filipino people, Cardinal Santos is first of all “concerned” about the “destruction” of “private property” than about the wanton killing of four student demonstrators and the serious injury of hundreds of demonstrators by the Marcos fascist gang. He clamours for a “dialogue” only after a monologue of bullets burst out from the guns of the reactionary troops and police to repress the indignant voices of the patriotic demonstrators who gathered on that historic day of January 30 and fought back for more than six hours till the early hours of January 31. in more cleverly couched terms so as not to appear “political”, he has also warned against “ideologies” which “sow disunity” among the people. This is a vicious attempt to hide the truth that never in the history of our country have the Filipino people forged such a militant unity against such a hopelessly corrupt regime which has extremely isolated itself from the overwhelming majority of the people because of its virulent opposition to their national democratic aspirations.

After the murder, maiming and mass arrests of patriotic demonstrators, the Marcos puppet regime would now dangle before the students monetary and other material bribes such as the promise of a $0.6 million trust fund for so-called “student welfare programs and projects” and the creation of a “national student commission”. But the students know better. They are very much aware that this is but one ace of the counter-revolutionary dual tactic of the fascist puppet regime to soften up their struggle against the reactionary state. They are more vigilant than ever about the dirty trick of buying off scabs in the student and youth movement.

In order to attack the surging patriotic student and youth movement, the Marcos reactionary regime is resorting to the use of fascist gangs and even the “Monkees”. It has also sent infiltrators and agents into youth meetings and conferences in the foolish hope of splitting the ranks of patriotic and militant organizations of youth and students.

The Marcos reactionary regime continues to mobilize thousands of military troops for guarding the Greater Manila area. It has ordered the PC authorities of various zones to organize their own “anti-riot” squads to suppress the rapidly spreading wave if indignation rallies and demonstrations against the brutal suppression of the patriotic demonstrators in Manila.

The puppet regime of Marcos in its role as the chief hatchetman of U.S. imperialism and feudalism has been so discredited before the eyes of the broad masses of the Filipino people that only the most rabid counter-revolutionaries will ever try to save it from its inevitable doom as the local revisionist renegades are vainly attempting to do by crying in dismay about the “purely anti-Marcos” line of the recent militant mass demonstrations. Evidently, this is for the sole purpose of begging political capital from the Marcos reactionary regime in the form of allowing them to participate in bourgeois parliamentary politics.

Evaluation of the January 26 and January 30-31 Demonstrations

The demonstrations of January 26 and January 30-31 came close on the heels of the student and worker demonstrations against the visit of U.S. Vice-President Agnew last December 29. They signify the new awakening of the Filipino people against U.S. imperialism and the local reactionary puppets. They are a bugle call for more militant mass actions in the city for this year as well as the current decade.

These demonstrations have served to raise the consciousness of the masses of the Filipino people against the reactionary state which serves U.S. imperialism, feudalism and bureaucrat capitalism. The broad masses of the people have increasingly understood the need for revolutionary armed struggle against the armed counter-revolution and for overthrowing the present reactionary state.

The demonstrations have served as a rich source of activists for the national democratic revolution and, therefore, of prospective members and fighters of the Communist Party of the Philippines and the New People’s Army.

The revolutionary mass actions in the city are bound to develop in coordination with the surging agrarian revolution in the countryside. Under the leadership of the Communist Party of the Philippines, ideological, political and organizational preparations are continuously being made for intensified revolutionary armed struggle in the countryside and bigger mass actions in the city against U.S. imperialism, feudalism and bureaucrat capitalism. The entire reactionary system in the Philippines is rotting daily and the objective conditions for waging armed struggle are getting better daily.

Internationally, U.S. imperialism and Soviet social-imperialism are plunging speedily into insoluble political and economic crises while the invincible forces of socialism and national liberation are surging in ever-victorious waves.

The revolutionary situation has never been so excellent!

The students and progressive intellectuals who participated in the demonstrations of January 26 and January 30-31 have proven their revolutionary courage and militance. By constantly studying and implementing Marxism-Leninism-Mao Tsetung Thought in a living way and by integrating themselves firmly with the masses of workers and peasants, learning from as well as teaching them, they will certainly not fall back but march forward along the road of the struggle for national democracy.