AMERICAN LESSONS - 1

Living here has given me some funny lessons about Americans. Here's what I've learned so far.

1. They’re usually impeccably prompt but don’t trust their sense of time when they ask you for “a minute” (as in, “Do you have a minute?” or “Can you hang on for just a minute?”). Or demand indignantly, “Now, wait there one minute!” They rarely ever mean our usual understanding of how long a minute is. From experience that “minute” could be anywhere from just a “few” to a “whole lot”. I haven’t had time to research the etymology of America’s “one minute” but I’m guessing it’s all part of their emphasis on precision, even when it’s not. At least in our vernacular, when we say sandali lang, we discard any pretensions that waiting should be measured.

2. Be careful whom you offer your seat to in a crowded bus. I’ve stopped counting how many sharp, angry looks I’ve gotten from “elderly” women while trying to be a gentleman. “Age” is very subjective to Americans, I discovered. The official retirement age starts at 62, but many continue to work past that. Unless I see them staggering at the turns, I’ve learned it’s best to keep my eye on the newspaper.

3. They’re a very polite people. They greet everyone with “How are you?” or “How are you doing?” When I first got here, I thought they expected me to tell them just how I was. Wrong! I’d get puzzled looks as I tried to answer them, cutting me off just as I was coiling up for the meat of my life’s story. It’s not like our kamustahan, where a greeting is usually accompanied by a tale or two, usually the latest juicy gossip. A simple “Good, and how are you?” would suffice, I discovered.

4. I’ve found out the hard way that it’s easy to get lost in underground parking here. I’ve always taken pride in my navigational skills, but over here, it fails me at times. I blame it on the elevators, of course. I usually try to remember how many floors I pass from where I parked to my destination floor. So when I go back, I just press the floor I thought I left my car on. But some building elevators here have this crazy notion of location – B-1, for instance, is I assume the first floor down after the Ground Floor. Wrong! It’s actually the “first” floor of the building (i.e., the bottom-most floor). If there are four underground parking levels and I wanted to get to the first one after the Ground Floor, I should’ve pressed B-4, not B-1. Ay mali!

5. Never ask for the “comfort room”. You’d only get puzzled stares and a lot of “what ya say?” Toilet, men’s or women’s room should work out fine. And while you’re at it, don’t ask for your “chit” or motion a square with your index finger and thumb when you want to get your “bill” at a restaurant.

6. While smoking and someone approaches you as if asking for a light, chances are he wants a light and a cigarette. At $4 a pack, you’d think a sari-sari store selling cigarettes by the stick would do brisk business here.

7. They say "thank you" a lot, for almost every little kind deed. Not saying "you're welcome" in return is just plain, rude. And they hate rude people here.

8. I've found that women here like to show their cleavage (perhaps because they have reason to). It's okay to look but staring would be considered rude specially if they're bouncing all over the place. Come to think of it, not all of them hate being rude.

MINDANAO WAR "TEMPLATE"

The Little President is trying to play general (again!), this time in Mindanao. I’m worried.

She’s marching through the same path Erap took at the dawn of the new millennium, acceding to his generals’ wishes to “finish off” Muslim separatists and thereby earn “pogi points” from the public. What we witnessed instead was a virtual stalemate arising from President Estrada’s epic miscalculation (some say, it was the total of absence of it) about his quarry’s strength and the AFP’s own capabilities.

It seems PGMA will suffer the same fate. Even this early, I can see where her Basilan and Sulu campaigns are headed – an embarrassing deadlock. The Army has been battered in both places; the beheading of ten soldiers in Basilan is the pretext for this latest offensive. As if the AFP doesn’t already have its hands full.

Looking at my “crystal ball” (I think it's better I call it my "crystal bull") here is how I see it will go. PGMA will declare war (in mock indignation over the Abu Sayyaf and/or MNLF and/or MILF atrocities). Muslim “terrorists” melt away to civilian areas, begin a bombing campaign or take hostages en masse. The Army bombs, bombards and straffs suspected rebel lairs (likely causing a lot of “collateral damage”). Local (especially religious leaders) and international groups (especially the OIC) bear pressure for government to stop the fighting. The offensive stops, both the military and Muslim groups declare victory. The AFP may “neutralize” some key leaders but the core of the rebellion remains. This isn’t really a prediction. It’s more of a time-tested template.

In almost a decade of covering the military for the Philippine Star, I had several opportunities to observe military operations in Mindanao. The AFP’s favorite weapons are the 105mm howitzers and OV-10 Bronco’s. In short, the underlying and overriding philosophy of their campaign strategy has always been overwhelming firepower. They fire those howitzers morning, noon and night. After unloading their ordnance, the Bronco’s fly fast and low, as if in salute. Surreal. I recall how I thought they looked eerily like scenes from Coppola’s Apocalypse Now.

I have to confess I enjoyed those coverages. Roughing it in the field, imagining the soldier’s perils, and marveling at the firepower brought to bear on the “enemy” have a certain allure. We journalists liked to think we too were involved in this mortal struggle. That ends at sunset. We’d likely be found in the nearest city (certainly not some remote shanty-town), gulping ice-cold San Miguel while ogling the girls. Nothing wrong with that, so long as we get our stories out first.

I guess it’s still the same today. A whole lot of people want these wars in Mindanao…except of course those likely to get caught in the fighting. They’re the women, children and elderly – Christians and Muslims alike – who are likely to bear the brunt of the suffering, death and destruction. They don’t understand why people safely ensconced hundreds of miles away would be so enamored by war in their towns and villages.

They will never understand that a confluence of desires and agendas hundreds of miles away has guaranteed their continued misery. And for so long as their suffering is not felt in those places, they should brace for more of these episodes of violence (I shudder at the thought of fanatics mounting a terror campaign in Metro Manila that could make the Valentine’s Day or Super Ferry bombings look like child’s play…if that time comes, we’ll really be in trouble!).

Of course, all that could change. Just stop presidents from playing generals and generals from playing warriors. The only real warriors are those in the frontlines, doing the bleeding and the dying. There’s no nobility in slaughter bereft of purpose or even a glimmer of hope that this latest war will not end in another pointless stalemate. Some reporters might feel deprived of the “action” but heck, they can get their kicks somewhere else.

THE POWER OF AN IDEA

I've found patents fascinating. A little over a year working at the Patents & Trademarks Office Carlyle campus in Alexandria, Virginia provided me an opportunity to look at patent work upclose. I admit I knew nothing about patents, but exposure has heightened my appreciation and understanding of its role in America's continuing strength. And hope for mankind.

I see the patents institution as the heart of intellectual property rights. And by extension, a bedrock of private ownership and private enterprise. It celebrates the power of the individual, showcasing the potency of a single, original, viable human thought. Oliver Wendell Holmes said, "Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions." Any society that is propelled by new ideas, I believe, would find the concept of patents indispensable, perhaps even essential to its survival.

I'm barred from talking about patents applications (believe me, they're enough to fill volumes, from the most absurdly funny to the truly impressively ambitious), but feel compelled to write about something that I've been immersed in since the summer of 2006.

There is a raging debate whether the concept of patents (defined as exclusive rights granted by the state for a fixed period of time in exchange for disclosure of an invention) actually advances or stymies technological advancement. Foremost among the criticism is that it limits access to badly needed products or know-how, especially those that impact the world's poor and marginalized, such as breakthrough medicines that at the onset, will usually carry a prohibitive price. But without it, most pharmaceuticals would hesitate to invest in a new drug if they can not recover the costs. The patents concept is one of the oldest. It has evolved since the Romans and Greeks granted the first patents (e.g., for new food recipes), and this ongoing debate will certainly exert the right pressure for reforms. I have no doubt about that.

After the patent runs out, the technology becomes public property.


And since they are the big-stake players, large multinationals often end up in either end of patents infringement battles. Like the recent $1.5 billion suit filed by Alcatel-Lucent against Microsoft, involving MP3 technology.

Google has an engine that can help surf through seven million patents from the US alone. Beats me, just how many there are in the world since most countries have their own patents system.

By ensuring that invention and innovation remain rewarding, patents provide the impetus for continued development.

Sometimes I wonder how, with the huge volume of issued patents, any new invention can get patented. But they do. Just as human needs change and grow, so too do the tools by which to meet those needs. I'd like to see it as proof-positive of the infinite potential of the human mind.

DEAR BEA

I heard the happy news. Congratulations! The world beckons, waiting for a conqueror.

As I'm writing this, I'm looking at your picture with your Ate Nez when she graduated from kindergarten. I've kept the picture in my wallet forever. The leather's all torn now, and I have trouble taking the picture out from the window pocket. I guess you must have been 3 or 4. But like the pictures of your Ate Nez and Kuya Arp that I always keep close to me, I shall probably always see the three of you at that joyful age.

I'm glad that you finally finished college. That's a high-water mark that's eluded about a third of our family. And knowing what you had to go through to get there, you should really be proud of that achievement.

I wish I could have been there. Because I would have enjoyed conjuring in my mind, images of approving smiles from everyone who believed in you and more importantly, believe in what you can be.

I would've remembered your Tatang waking up so early (no matter how late he went to bed!) to drive you to St. Paul's, passing by that Shell station in White Plains to buy a cup of coffee. I would've remembered how Grampa and Gran'ma were worried sick that you were not eating enough. I would've remembered how your Tita took it upon herself to carry on where your Tatang left off...to be a guardian, friend and mentor.

I would've remembered how you liked to horse around with your Kuya Arp, or when you were littler still, hide behind his formidable back. I would've remembered those hushed conversations with your Ate Nez, as you traded secrets that I dared not ask.

I would've remembered how your Daddy-Grandpa talked about you over a bottle of San Miguel, eyes twinkling in a merry mix of pride, hope and worry. I would've remembered how Lulu would take you in her arms, embrace you tightly, a warm but silent assurance that everything's gonna be alright. I would've remembered how your Dad would hustle to buy you the latest Nokia or juggle his commitments to be with you. And though they are apart, you must know they tried, very hard. They must be both very proud of you, and I'm glad.

You see our joy is not so much that you've become our first bona-fide "La Sallista" (we all knew that was coming!) but because we see in you and what you've become, the love and toil of so many people who've cared for you so deeply over the years. And know that for those who have gone ahead of us, they continue to live through you.

As you travel further down the road, you will see that the twists and turns are never-ending. You will face obstacles -- some larger, some smaller than what you've hurdled in the past -- but always remember that the Lord never gives you a cross you can not bear. You can and you will! The impossible just takes a little longer.

In our dreams, I believe you still talk to your Tatang, and he to you. I wish he would talk to me too but I guess he has his hands full with you and your Kuya Arp and Ate Nez. And through life's incessant uncertainties, you can rely on this one inviolable truth -- you are loved. Congratulations Darling, and Godspeed!

GARDENS

"The Lord is my sheperd, there is nothing I shall want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. " Psalm 23





"In the garden, my soul is sunshine"


"In my garden there is a place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful. " Abram Urban

FOOTNOTES TO U-S MILITARY AID

I was taken aback somewhat that my report for ABS-CBN News on the State Department's intention to reduce military aid to the Philippines kicked up such controversy. All the data's in the State Department's website . It's been there for awhile. So why are officials in Manila acting so surprised?

The State Department Fiscal 2008 "State and Foreign Operations Budget" was approved by the US House of Representatives last June 22; the Senate appropriations committee approved it during a mark-up session a week later and is set to vote on the measure sometime soon (September would be the logical deadline since the US fiscal year starts in October).

Secondly, why are we so concerned whether the US increases or decreases military aid to the Philippines? The amount (from about $33 million to $13 million) is paltry by US standards, and a far cry from the hundreds of millions we used to get when the US still had Clark and Subic.

In 2003, the Philippines got about $115 million in military aid. We became the toast of Washington as a "major non-NATO ally". The following year, Iraqi militants abducted Filipino truck driver Angelo dela Cruz and as part of the bargain for his release, Pres. Arroyo opted to pull back our troops in Baghdad a month early than they were supposed to end their tour-of-duty. The White House didn't like that one bit and they showed it.

"We don't have any big ticket items in the pipeline anymore," one official told me recently, talking about pending deliveries of US military hardware to the Philippines. There's also a "crisis of continuity" plaguing the Armed Forces of the Philippines, he said. No sooner had a new commander set his vision, he was all ready to retire. They blame the "escalator system" prevailing in the military, few top commanders ever stay long enough in office to plan and pursue a decent long-term program. That includes planning for equipment acquisitions through the Pentagon's Foreign Military Financing (FMF) program. Anybody who's been inside the Pentagon knows it's a maze, physically and administratively. Long hallways can suddenly become a cul-de-sac. My source tells me that's exactly how you deal with the Pentagon -- you better know what you want exactly, where to go exactly, how to get there exactly. Or face a dead-end.

Last March, a panel of churchmen and human rights activists told the Senate sub-committee on East Asian and Pacific Affairs that the Arroyo administration was not doing enough to stop political killings in the country. With Democrats controlling Congress, America's predilection for promoting human rights around the globe, has become more pronounced.

And only recently, Secretary Condoleeza Rice decided to overhaul the way America doles out its help to the world. "In today's world," she declared, "America's security is linked to the capacity of foreign states to govern justly and effectively. Our foreign assistance must help people get results."

The new system was crafted in large by former USAID director Randall Tobias who managed to finish his template before being forced to resign from the State Department (his favorite masahista turned out to be part of an alleged high-class prostitution ring run by the so-called DC Madam). Some lawmakers on Capitol Hill have complained that the process has become overly centralized, with Secretary Rice wielding too much power over how foreign aid should be disbursed.

So, Secretary Ed Ermita shouldn't feel too bad. There's just too much going on. But the cuts (oh yes, they're coming notwithstanding those US Embassy assurances) do make the Arroyo administration look bad -- but only because they put too much into what the Americans say and do. Which is actually the sad part.

CHRONICLING PINOY TEACHERS

I was delighted to read an inq7.net blog story on Fil-Am filmmaker Ramona Diaz's latest project. After her successful and critically acclaimed docu "Imelda", Diaz is reportedly near finishing a chronicle of Filipino teachers in the Baltimore area.

I've heard about her work from Marisol Angala of the Pinoy Teachers Network. Marisol was a noted "sp-ed" (special education) teacher in Manila before she moved with her young family to Washington DC.

But I knew her as that pretty, soft-haired lady who frequented the ABS-CBN Newsroom (usually straying no farther than the reception area), to fetch her husband Rainier, a field producer for one of the network's microwave newsgathering vans. We first bumbed into each other here at a Target outlet in Crystal City last year; I've since then seen more of Marisol during functions at the Philippine Embassy.

The Pinoy Teachers Network is a relatively new organization. I'm not sure, but I think it's based in Marisol's living room in her Downtown DC loft. It's that new. Which is not to say it hasn't already left a deep mark in the Pinoy community here. I see the Pinoy Teachers Network as a reflection of its members -- young, dynamic and idealistic. I was deeply impressed by what they were doing and more importantly, what they aim to do.

I heard about that teacher pushed to suicide by her depression -- a fatal brew of isolation, culture shock and a shattered relationship. Having arrived to work here just a little over a year ago, she had no one to help her except friends in the Pinoy Teachers Network who arranged to collect her body at the police morgue (where it was held for several weeks for an inquest) and fly it back to Manila.

They are briefed in Manila on what to expect here, but Marisol pointed out, that is always never enough. I've heard of two incidents of students assaulting their Pinoy teachers; both reportedly involving students barely in their teens. Many of the new teachers are posted in "challenged schools" -- places too dangerous or difficult they have to recruit non-Americans to fill vacancies. Newcomers also have to contend with the rigors of adjustment, homesickness, separation from friends and family, the weather -- starting life over in a foreign land.

That's why, Marisol explained, groups like the Pinoy Teachers Network are veritable "lifelines". They're not a social club, rather an important tool for survival. They gain strength from being together, from sharing their experiences and their dreams.

There are several hundred Pinoy teachers spread out in DC and Maryland. Their numbers swell in the hundreds every year since about 2005. Those that I've spoken with, confess a tinge of guilt at leaving the Motherland. But they had no choice. They went here for economic reasons.

The Pinoy Teachers Network recognizes that innate patriotism among teachers here. Marisol said they're already laying down projects to help colleagues left behind. When last we talked, everything was all still up in the air. That may include recognition and even some assistance for outstanding Pinoy teachers back home.

They're also toying with the concept of "reverse migration". Paving the way for the most experienced teachers to go back, spend some time teaching again in the Philippines. A little richer, lot more wiser, but still inspired by the promise of the future.

I can't wait to watch Diaz's latest opus. You should be too.

BOB FILNER, MAN OF THE HOUR

Win or lose, Filipino World War II veterans owe a lot to Congressman Bob Filner, one of two representatives of San Diego, California. He practically railroaded the Filipino veterans equity bill in last Tuesday's mark-up session -- demolishing the strident Republican opposition.

It was the most spirited committee meeting I have ever covered on Capitol Hill. I have to admit even I was stunned by the turn of events, and the way Filner steamrolled over Republican attempts to scuttle the bill. But I guess the opposition had it coming.

A thinly veiled amendment proposed by senior Republican member Steve Buyer of Indiana called for scrapping Section 3 -- the very heart of the equity bill that will provide pensions to about 18,000 remaining Filipino veterans of WW-2 in the US and Philippines. I thought the Buyer amendment demonstrated the GOP's contempt for our veterans. Very sad.

I could almost hear Digs Dilangalen shouting over the din of the Batasan's plenary hall, "Mr Chairman! Mr. Chairman!". As Filner forced a vote on the equity bill, Buyer adamantly demanded that their proposed amendments be tackled first -- and like Digs, his imperious calls fell on deaf ears. Filner knew he had the numbers, but he needed to force the vote and I thought it took great courage and commitment for him to do exactly that. Damn the torpedoes!

But like a pugilist after a particularly hard fight, I'm sure his political muscle must ache badly the morning after. Buyer had flatly threatened, "there will be consequences" and there was talk right after the vote, of Republicans hauling Filner to the House ethics committee.

But I'm more concerned that with both the House and Senate ready to vote on the equity bill, that incident at the House veterans affairs committee might galvanize voting along partisan lines. Pinoy lobbyists had wanted the bill to be a bipartisan product, but that appears elusive now. What started off as a "moral issue" has become a "political issue" that demands US lawmakers lock horns rather than vote on collective conscience.

I'm afraid Republicans, specially those who might see merit in helping our aging veterans, will vote against it because of party dictates. The House vote could come as early as next month. The Senate though is more preoccupied with Iraq. Abangan!

I'm still a miron-in-training of local politics here. I'm not sure if Filner's bravado on behalf of our veterans will give him the points he needs when he runs for re-election next year. The 51st district of California which he represents, includes Chula Vista and National City.

First time I saw National City, I thought I was back in the Philippines. There's a Chow King outlet (I miss my fave combination -- beef brisket rice, siomai and kangkong with bagoong), Jollibee and a statue of Rizal in front of a Chinese-run restaurant. Filipinos are second only to the Mexicans in numbers (partly because San Diego borders Mexico).

All politics are local, everyone says. I hope Filner gets his due reward. He's already proven he's ready to risk it all for Pinoy veterans. We'll always need someone like him in Congress and worse, I'd sure hate to see him on the "wrong side" of the political fence.

MY OTHER PASSION

What to do on a lazy weekend...but indulge in my other passion.

Para sa mga kapwa kong mahilig, you can try this "experiment" of mine -- shrimp balls & Chinese broccoli.

Ingredients: a pack of shrimp balls, Chinese broccoli (of course!), about a cup of Portobello mushroom (sliced thin), 3/4 cup of thinly sliced white mushroom, one medium-size yellow onion (sliced), Knorr shrimp cube, tablespoon of chopped ginger, half a clove of garlic (crushed), about two tablespoons of cornstarch and a tablespoon of Oyster-flavor sauce, salt & pepper to taste.

For the sauce, just dissolve cornstarch in 3/4 cup of water; add Oyster sauce.

Fry the shrimp balls and set aside.

On a wok with moderate amount of canola oil, saute onion (until it appears translucent); add garlic and ginger; add the Chinese broccoli and mushrooms; add the shrimp cube (it will dissolve in the juice from the broccoli and mushrooms...reduce heat); add cooked shrimp balls.

Stir in sauce mixture until right consistency and finish with salt and pepper to taste. It took less than 15 minutes to cook.

Take picture...enjoy the dish!

VISION OF THE FUTURE

Exploring the recent news of record-low teenage pregnancies in America, I watched a doctor attribute this in part to the American youth’s sharper “vision of the future”.

The US National Center of Health Statistics revealed that fewer teens were having sex – 47% in 2005 compared to 54% in 1991. More kids are finishing high school and the risk of sexually transmitted diseases is lower, the report showed.

“Vision of the future”. That struck me as a very powerful phrase. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and why it seemed so elusive in our present world.

Envisioning the future, I think, is one of our biggest challenges. Looking at the “bigger picture” feels more difficult because our day-to-day existence has become more intricate and pressured, demanding more energy and imagination to “get by” and finally, diminishing our ability to focus on the “vision of the future”.

I believe “the vision of the future” requires courage (Churchill once said, courage is the most important of man’s qualities, because all others follow it), foresight, boldness of spirit (Kennedy’s “dream of things that never were”), purity of purpose and most importantly, the determination to carry it through.

It is the leader’s chief task to provide the “vision of the future” for his constituency. I believe that a leader is measured by the clarity and sincerity of his “vision of the future”. President Bush’s vision for America – particularly how he resolves the Iraq conflict and the war on terror – is cloudy and vague, as illustrated so succinctly in the docu-movie “Why We Fight”. And this extends to his domestic policies as well, including the obvious vacuum of leadership in the “immigration debate”.

The lack of a “vision of the future” is even more palpable in the case of our president. GMA talks about a “strong republic” but unashamedly mortgages the public trust for the sake of political survival. She reigns solely on instinct, not inspiration.

Soon, the government will unveil its much-ballyhooed terror law. As the world continues to grapple with the extremist threat, that should be welcome, happy news. But only a few think it is. Perhaps people already see through it (or her). She has no vision, sad to say, and if she did, it would certainly be a sham.

But if, assuming the doctor was right, and the youth have developed a collective “vision of the future”, why does it seem to elude our leaders, the people with the power and/or the mandate to lead? In the case of Bush & GMA, are they so distracted by political survival or has the burden of leadership become so heavy they can no longer see the horizon?

I suspect the man on the street is more capable of defining a “vision of the future”. Is it possible inspiration is inversely proportional to power? I guess this reflects the state of our political processes today…but that is another subject.

The eyes of children frolicking in Manila’s jumbled streets can be deceptive. The call for “the vision of the future” seems greater in the streets than they can are in the corridors of power. It is there that people should be convinced that “getting by”, that mere survival is unacceptable. They must see the bright future and embrace it…so all that is left to do is figuring out how to get there.

MyPHONE

Just wanted to show off my new cellphone, called "The Wing". Quad-band. Windows Media Player (comes with stereo headset). 2.0 megapixel camera for still photos and video. Wi-Fi. Instant messaging, text and e-mail via either Yahoo or AOL. Boost your SD card to watch a movie.

Works with Microsoft Office Suite, Outlook on QWERTY keyboard. So far so good, although I noticed it's a juice guzzler. I'm a little apprehensive about straying too long away from a power socket. Reminds me of my old XDA. Not bad!

I wish though they'd put a lock to stop the face from sliding open at the slightest push.

CHILLING EFFECT?

Many denounce a new Prince William (Virginia) county ordinance allowing police to check residency papers of people they flag down for any infraction and deprive some basic services to suspected illegal aliens. The measure, said to target Hispanics (which now comprise 20% of Prince William's population), will presumably affect everyone speaking with an accent, looks like J-Lo or Antonio Banderas, and perhaps spells his surname C-R-U-Z instead of C-R-U-I-S-E. No wonder, a lot of people see the Kastila as the Negroes of 21st Century America.

And since we Pinoys share plenty with them, it's not farfetched to think we may suffer some "peripheral damage".

At the surface, I wonder at the uproar. Wouldn't it be logical for the police to ask someone he's pulled over for, say, speeding, if he had papers to stay legally in the US? After all, they say there's 12 million illegals today, nearly 60% of them from Mexico (but also add to that number an estimated 500,000 Pinoy TNTs). And doesn't the state have the right to refuse to feed, house or treat people who don't pay taxes?

Don't we do the same to those chinky-eyed merchants in Binondo whose sole medium of communication is a pocket calculator, or those turbaned money, umbrella-wielding, motorcycle-riding money-lenders?

The "frontliners" -- police and doctors -- are the first to protest the Prince William ordinance. They worry that illegals will stop reporting crimes or seek emergency medical treatment for fear of being arrested and deported. Others say, illegals either will go deeper underground or merely move to nearby towns.

"Now that Congress and the Bush administration have failed to act on comprehensive immigration reform, we can expect a range of policies to be put in place across the country by local and state government," the Center for American Progress declared. The Prince William experience is just the start. More cities with real or perceived illegal immigrant problems are expected to follow suit, each one setting its own standards and penalties. Inequality. Uneven playing field. That is the price of Congress' failure to enact immigration reforms.

The immigration debate is emotional, volatile. Having lived here only recently, I must admit, it scares me. It's so easy to blur distinctions between legal and illegal immigrant because, invariably, the first step to determining that is by looking at the color of someone's skin. Racial discrimination.

Hey, I can understand that if the United States was part of the Third World. I can understand that if over half a million Americans did not die in a civil war to emancipate the Negro slave. I can understand that if the United States did not have the legacy of a Martin Luther King.

I'd best start buying a lot of skin bleach and practice enunciating "apple" correctly -- not a-pol but ap-uhl. With an attitude.

SIZZLING!

Coming from the tropics is barely preparation for 100-degree days in Washington.

It's hot and sticky. Breathing's difficult, movement laborous. I'm not sure if the intense politicking in DC is adding a degree or two?

In Manila, when it's hot, you perspire, you feel the sweat falling down your cheeks. Not here. The humidity, it seems, sucks the moisture as soon as it peeks through your pores.

I throw my cigarette butts carefully, stomping on them to make sure they're dead before I walk off. In California dying embers spark forest fires. I was in LA during the summer, and I remember how brown it looked. Hot and dry in the day, breezy in the evenings. I thought it had everything to keep it dry. Rain was frontpage fodder for LA newspapers.

Thank God for the trees in Virginia. Their cool shade is a refuge in summer. A water bottle is essential, as indispensable as morning coffee or an iPod. Rehydrate, dehydrate, rehydrate. That seems to be the immutable cycle of summer life here.

Summer's just started but I'm starting to wish it were Fall already. Strange. Before, I just had two choices -- wishing it would rain, and wishing it'd stop. Very simple.

IT WAS THE LEAD, OFFICER

A study reported on the Washington Post over the weekend linked lead poisoning to crime. Economist Rick Nevin of Fairfax, VA said that in studies in nine countries “65 to 90 percent or more of substantial variation in violent crime was explained by lead”. Lead is prevalent in paint and leaded gasoline.

Nevin linked a nearly 60 percent drop in crimes in New York in 1994-2001 to federal policies to eliminate lead from gasoline and reduction of lead emissions in NY incinerators in 1970-1974.

The Post also cited a 2002 study by Herbert Needleman of the University of Pittsburgh that compared lead levels of 194 adolescents arrested by police with 146 high school adolescents. The arrested youths reportedly had lead levels that were four times higher.

Another example, a Chicago housing development built over a freeway where 150,000 cars passed each day. “Eighteen years after the (housing) project opened in 1962,” the Post wrote, “one study found its residents were 22 times more likely to be murderers than people living elsewhere in Chicago”.

Hmmmm.

Here’s another one that caught my eye.

“Muses, Madmen and Prophets” by Daniel B. Smith (Penguin Press) claimed that 75% of schizophrenics report voices in their heads (they’re called auditory hallucinations). Smith traces history for famous people who “heard voices” including Socrates and Joan de Arc “who both obeyed their voices right up until their executions”.

I was just wondering if all the people who hear and heed voices in their head end up tragically? But Smith says some people find comfort in messages that they alone detect; and suggests voice-hearers will always be among us.

RP HUMAN RIGHTS, TOUGH SELL ON CAPITOL HILL

DC is abuzz with talks of expanding congressional scrutiny over the Philippines’ human rights record. The Senate appropriations committee passed late last month the 2008 foreign operations bill, setting aside $17.3 billion for economic assistance to various countries. It reportedly conditioned US aid to the Philippines on President Arroyo’s curbing extra-judicial killings, particularly those allegedly perpetrated by the police and military.

I covered the Senate sub-committee on East Asia and Pacific Affairs hearing last March. Filipino church leaders and human rights activists painted a bleak picture of human rights in the Philippines; over 800 people have fallen victim to political killings in the six years President Arroyo has been in office.

America gave over $200 million to the Philippines last year, mainly through the USAID – much smaller to what she used to get when the US still had Clark and Subic. Money is not the issue. Malacanang has already declared as much.

Also, the Philippine military stands to receive about $30 million in Foreign Military Funding (FMF); the total could be more if we add Foreign Military Sales (FMS) and the International Military Education & Training (IMET). There are no more “big ticket” items (e.g., refurbished Hueys or those 77-foot PCFs) in the pipeline. Most of the money will probably go to infantry weapons, night-vision equipment, radios, spares, etc. Basic stuff that soldiers need and the generals want. And everybody knows how PGMA is beholden to the army. Soldiers could get restive.

But what worries the Embassy people here – I’m guessing they’re just parroting concerns in Manila – is the deteriorating international image of the Philippines. After all, isn’t it a very Filipino trait that we are more concerned about how other people see us? Baka kung ano isipin sa atin is a very basic Filipino insecurity.

Well, PGMA has enough reason to worry, if what I hear is right. Complaints of human rights abuses back home are ringing ever more loudly on Capitol Hill. The abduction of Jonas Burgos, indications of complicity by security forces – and worse, the appearance of official stonewalling – will only weaken the government’s assertion it is acting resolutely to stop the killings.

Senators Barbara Boxer, who presided over that March hearing, Richard Lugar (R-Indiana) and the influential Patrick Leahy of Vermont (chairman, justice committee) are reportedly among those losing patience with PGMA. She’s not faring any better in the House. Ironically, these disgruntled solons are the same people pushing for the Filipino Veterans Equity Bill. I heard they just want to push the bill for a floor vote, before training their guns on the human rights issue.

Sadly I think, PGMA still doesn't get it. She still believes that "communist propaganda" is working better than her own substantial machinery. Everybody knows there's an insurgency war, there's a war against terror and she must fight off plots, Right and Left. President Arroyo refuses to see what is plainly in front of her, opts to coddle those accused of orchestrating the killings, and is either too timid or scared to act. It boils down to her recurring handicap -- lack of credibility.

The Democrats are in power and they don’t look too kindly on human rights violators as Republicans may be.

4TH OF JULY

Snapped this photo of fireworks show over DC (Washington Monument is barely visible near right foreground) from the Air Force Memorial in Arlington

VIRGINIA BEACH 07

Virginia Beach is a cool city, even at the peak of a sunny day. Wasn't too crowded (that may be a li'l difficult for the Guinness book's longest pleasure beach in the world...nasanay lang siguro sa Nasugbu). Sayang, didn't have time to try out fishing at the wharf (there's a fishing gear rental shop there); settled for "see-food". It's free and it's fun (wag ka lang pa-obvious, lalo na pag may bantay)!

PAKIALAM KO?!

Barak Obama raises $32 million in three months, beating Lady Hillary's $27 million. All that to fund the battle for the Democratic nomination...and for the victor, the "main event" next year. Jeez, where's all that money coming from? Of course, it's all transparent. Barak's camp says 154,000 donors contributed this quarter, up from 104,000 in the first quarter. And that's just for the two Democratic frontrunners; haven't counted the Republicans'. Big bucks for big stakes. For whom?

Reminds me of our own elections. It's a seasonal industry on its own...once every three to six years the economy perks up. Billions of pesos suddenly appear, like the Bacharach tune...this case, longing to be spent. For whom?

I had a "passing conversation" with Con-Gen Ariel Abadilla (he was quite literally passing through our DC Embassy when I chanced upon him) about this recently. The topic was elections and political campaigns, initial focus on the Philippine midterms, but it soon slid to Filipinos in America. Serving in a state that has the distinction of having the first Fil-Am Lt. Governor and Governor (Benjamin Cayetano: 1987, 1994-2002), first elected member in a state legislature (Peter Aduja, 1955) and first elected mayor (Eduardo Malapit, 1975 of Kauai, Hawaii) -- I asked why Filipinos appear slow to build on the initial political breakthroughs of their kababayans? I was talking about Fil-Ams all over the US.

He suggested culture and exigencies could be factors. The average (and more numerous) Filipino in the US is more preoccupied about earning a buck (to have enough to send back home...in 2006, Fil-Ams sent about $8 billion to the Philippines -- more than half the total dollar remittances). Or they could be busy tending to family (walang "maid" o "yaya" dito). Or busy watching Wowowee on TFC. The men could be out fishing, the women in the mall. Fact is, politics -- American or Filipino variety -- is very low on the scale. They just don't care. Even if there's a kababayan on the ballot. Sad but on the whole, true...at least from where I'm standing.

Pinoys/Fil-Ams already comprise 1 percent of the total US population, and yet according to the best reckoning less than a hundred are in elected positions -- that's about .000003% -- mostly in very localized offices. Jeez, I can get better odds playing lotto.

They're also saddled by a kind of political ambiguity. Although an exit poll during last year's US midterms indicated majority of Fil-Am voters are Democrats, the average Pinoy (yup, it's them again) see themselves either as "Republican Democrats" or "Democratic Republicans". As one Pinoy comedian pointed out, "dun tayo lagi sa panalo!".

ConGen Abadilla adds Pinoys have an entirely inverted view of politics (or could that be the other way around?). Back home, politicians give us money...here, people give money to politicians. Could that be the meaning of "participatory democracy"? I'm not sure which works better. If you ask an American and a "kababayan" back home, they both feel they got fu...d by their elected leaders. So who cares?

VAMOS

Fresh beginnings are often difficult. Have to let go of too many cherished things. Too much uncertainty. But they're also exciting. Have to build as much as I've demolished. Too much uncertainty there too. Have to revisit my handy book of quotations to find out what that means. There's a good one from Oprah - she says it's the spirit's way of telling you "I'm in flux. I can't decide for you". Baka naghahanap lang ako ng damay. Maybe I just need a place where I can dump my brain and my heart, and share them with fellow travellers. Past, present and future. Not a bad place to start. So welcome! Vamos!