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By Estanislao C. Albano, Jr.
I am going to Manila this 22nd for a reunion of former staffers of The Quezonian, the student paper of the Manuel L. Quezon University (MLQU) which I guess has already been closed by the administration several years back. Along with The Dawn of the University of the East and The Collegian of the University of the Philippines-Dilliman, The Quezonian was among the first student organs revived some six years after the late strongman Ferdinand Marcos declared Martial Law and padlocked the press including campus papers. These student organs were the initial concrete results of the first stirrings of student activitism during Martial Law.
Then a journalism student of the MLQU, I was a member of the second batch of staffers of the resurrected paper. We had a two-year term which begun in the first semester of 1979. It was in the campus paper where I first dealt with the population subject. I remember raging against the irresponsible people who bring children into the world without thought of their future in my column and also lamenting the fate of these children in a poem. Back in those days I had this mistaken notion that I could write poems. I will try to go to the library of the university during my coming trip to xerox those pieces for purposes of sharing with you just in case the amateur outputs do not make me blush.
Before going to Manila to pursue my college education in 1976, I was already deeply troubled by the problem of what I now call future-less children. I trace back my awakening to the problem to one night in early 1976. As part of our training in the Mountain Bible College in Sinipsip, Buguias, Benguet where I was in my second year, we have to go around soliciting subscribers to our church’s magazine and the practice was that wherever darkness finds us, we would look for an allied church to spend the night in. That particular night, I found myself in the town of Sayangan, Benguet and went to the Baptist Church there. The pastor and his family were on a trip and it was the woman caretaker who took me in.
The caretaker and her family were occupying a tiny house beside the parsonage and it was there where she invited me to lodge. When I entered the shack, I saw these seven children sitting before the stove to keep themselves warm. Just like the caretaker, they were all thin and obviously malnourished. I estimated the eldest to be around 10 years old and the youngest a toddler. The woman who must have been in her early 30s but looked much older said they were all her children. From our conversation as she boiled rice, I found that the congregation had decided to make her caretaker so that she could get some support for her children plus a roof over their heads. Previously, the family only depended on the daily wages of her husband who worked as a laborer in a vegetable garden. The sight of those children eating rice with just salt disturbed me for a long time.
But they were not what I wrote about in my column in the Quezonian. It was that cadaverous women who was a fixture in the eastern end of the Quiapo underpass back then. At first, she had one emaciated baby with her and then later, a newer baby. There were times the two babies were with her with one in her arms and the other lying on a sheet on the floor. Why a woman who begged for a living would bring another living being into the world and not content with that, still another was beyond me. Everytime I passed the woman, my indignation that there are Filipinos like her and that woman in Sayangan welled within me. If I remember right, I recommended in my column that child-bearing should be conditional and not an indiscriminate right, that before having a baby, couples should first show proof to authorities they have the economic wherewithal to properly provide for the child otherwise they would be disallowed from doing so.
I also did the pictures of the paper then and used to tote the camera wherever I went but it never occurred to me to take a photo of the woman in the underpass and her babies I do not know why. Had I done so, the photo could now be used to counter the slide of the poor children shown by Congressman Roilo Golez during his debate with Congressman Edcel Lagman on the RH Bill. The caption would be as follows: “1980. Where are these children now?”
Regardless of the allegations of Golez that many poor children become successful in life, I am dead certain that the children of that woman, if they survived their infancy, have inherited the economic status of their irresponsible parents. I could bet my bottom peso that they never became assets to the country. Just like thousands of similarly placed Filipino children all over the country then and now, they did not and do not stand a chance.
Another encounter I had while in the MLQU but which I have never gotten around to write about then was with the clan of shoe-shine boys plying their trade near the school. I got acquainted with one of the members after having patronized his shoe-shine services several times. If I happen to pass by during their drinking sessions in some nook of the block, he would invite me to take a shot then he would ask for some amount for purposes of buying the next bottle. At one time, he proudly declared to me that all the ambulatory shoe-shining outfits in the area belonged to their family and that it was their father who laid claim to the turf when he was still young. He also said that their children would inherit the territory. He did not talk about it but I assumed that they lived in some slum somewhere in the city.
What I could not understand then and until now is how come a shoe shine-boy who lives from hand to mouth sires many children. While it is true that procreation is a God-given right, men are equipped with brains so they could figure out when to and when not to exercise the right. This brings as to one other reason I could never agree with anti-RH Bill exponents when they say that children are assets and not liabilities. It all depends on a lot of factors foremost of which is what kind of parents they have. When the parents do not even have the intelligence to appreciate what a grave responsibility bringing a child into the world entails and to know that with their squalor, they are hardly in the position to bring the responsibility upon themselves, just what kind of children will they beget? This is not prejudging children from big and poor families but then we could not do away with the obvious that there is a correlation between intelligence and success and intelligence basically comes through the genes. But I am not ready to get deeper into that topic now.
Meantime, suffice it to say that my first encounters with this country’s future-less children convinced me of the need for population control on the ground that it is the height of irresponsibility and senselessness to bring into the world children who may, due to their miserable conditions, regret the day they were conceived. Meaning, as far as I was and I am concerned, that woman in Sayangan and the one in the Quiapo underpass and their respective husbands should have put off having babies until they found a decent source of income to ensure that the child is properly taken care of. Also, the father of my shoe-shine boy friend in Quaipo should have dreamt of his children improving on his status and one key decision towards the fulfillment of that aspiration would have been to limit the number of his children. |

