Battling Baguio’s Dementors: A Call for Progressive Citizenship
Folks who know me will say I am quick to get over my anger, quick to forget. That makes me very Filipino, I suppose. That’s why it surprises me that I can be this angry for this long. But more than mere anger, there is great depression, uncertainty, even despair.
Folks who know me also know that I am a very open book, that I speak my mind, that although I used to be probably the shallowest person who walked the august halls of U.P. Diliman in the early 1980s, all that changed when Lean Alejandro was slain in 1987. And when one of my favorite persons, Cochise Bernabe, disappeared forever in 1990, life somehow lost a lot of its flavor.



