Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Commandos of the Philippine Church

They went where angels fear to tread.  Not to evangelize but just to be with the poorest of the poor.  75 years after, they left marks where government struggled to even just make a foothold.  These marks included schools, hospitals, radio stations, newspapers, housing.  Only Commandos do that.  With those physical structures came the intangibles: education, care for the sick, sharing news, communal work (bayanihan), missionary zeal, spirituality and many more.

I started with a paid job with the Oblates; worked with other institutions and now back with the Oblates.  Have I come full circle so I can call myself retired?  I'd like to think that way but who am I to say.

I had two dads.  Two Oblate Dads.  One was Fr Monching and the other one was Fr Al.  Both have strong characters.  In fact very strong.  They molded my views on communicating with the poor.  Fr Monching transformed my adventurous energies for radio the way Fr Al directed it to print.  One worked on rules, the other one worked with rules.  Or at least that was how I saw it.

Like any dad, they did not scrimp on corrections or appreciation for whatever I did.  Fr Monching hated the fact that I sneaked to play jazz.  Fr Al grunted his disapproval when my column did not pass fifth grade criteria.  I must have had freedom of expression and focus mixed up.

I knew something powerful when I see it.  I saw that power during the Golden Jubilee with the crowd that gathered in Cotabato City in 1989.  We produced radio plugs containing info bits about the Oblates.  There wasn't so much competition then -- internet was still five years away and social media a decade further.  It was just radio that sort of directed people's lives.

Fast forward 2014.  For those who can, it is easy to see the Oblate mark on everything, albeit getting obliterated.  It was the Oblate influence before the peace process brought the foreign donors in together with their aid-centered influence.  Not to compare the two, I am just stating things as they are.

The Oblate Mark is still there this Diamond Year; but felt in an evolving form.  I just wish it all the best in doing God's work on Earth like -- as what Commandos are known for -- breaking ground for others to build on.

Godspeed!

Cotabato City
23 September 2014



(This post is a work in progress.  I don't know if I may add to this from time to time).


Sunday, June 8, 2014

To The Indigenous Eye, The Forest Is The Resource

This presentation was published in the MindaNews website
http://www.mindanews.com/mindaviews/2014/06/09/peacetalk-to-the-indigenous-eye-the-forest-is-the-resource/

PEACE IS LIVING TOGETHER
Religions and Cultures in Dialogue
For
Peace & Reconciliation in Mindanao
Notre Dame University, Cotabato City
7 June 2014

Presentation
Aveen Acuña-Gulo
Project Manager
IPDEV

Session: Economic Development and Peacebuilding in Mindanao
Day 2, 4:00-5:00 pm



Magandang Hapon sa lahat and Fiyo Teresang!

My presentation is already running inside your heads right now.  I will be focusing on the context of Economic Development as stated in the program.

If we were to put a monetary value to each fully grown tree, which can absorb 50,000 gallons of water every rainfall; shed tons of leaves that are converted to rich fertilizer that nourishes plants that nourish other life forms; cools our surroundings at the equivalent of 40 air conditioners at full blast; and multiply that by the number of trees in one square kilometre; and multiply that further by the number of years that we human beings get for free – would it ever be equal to the amount of money the number of board feet we will earn after say, five-ten-fifty years of relentless logging, environmental degradation? 

Add to that the monetary value of food, dress, dances, rituals, weather forecasting (which now has a fancy-sounding name ethnometeorology), governance & justice systems, flora, fauna, sacred places, lore & history. 

Deduct from that the same amount of money we spend on flood victims, landslide victims, health problems, rehabilitation and disease that resulted from lack of nutritious food and fresh air that forests would have readily provided.  Would the equation or the sum or the dividend or the difference be all worth it?  Do we even have the numbers right now in our heads?    

With that value that is mind-boggling to compute, one researcher said, “No government can afford to lose its own cultures and if I may add, the forests that go with it.”

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The journey for Lumad recognition in the ARMM did not start yesterday, last year nor in the last decade.  Like many of its fellow Lumads in Mindanao, it has suffered, again in the words of researchers – minoritization – with the entry of settlers and their different versions of development.    

Many policies, mostly conflicting ones, have been passed but remain wanting to be fully implemented, because they have been conflicting in the first place.

Many days are celebrated in honor and in the name of the IPs – World IP Day, IPRA Day, UNDRIP Day – there’s almost always something to celebrate any day. 

But there are glimmers of hope.  Twenty-seven years after EDSA Revolution, sixteen years after the passing of IPRA, ten years after Resolution 269, five years after MMAA 241 – it was pronounced by the ARMM Government in January of 2013 that there are no legal impediments in implementing the IPRA in the ARMM. 

Moreover, the National Commission on Indigenous Peoples (NCIP) now has a Mindanawon Chair, an IP, a lawyer and a lady at that, and brings with her an awareness and consciousness level unique to our context.

In January this year, the NCIP issued an En Banc Resolution reiterating their commitment to exercise their mandate under the IPRA and things are cranking off to a relatively good start.    

Though long in coming, these two developments provide a glimmer of hope in the journey of the Lumads.  It is hoped that the endless passing around of the Lumads in the ARMM, marginalized as they are, would finally come to a stop. 

The ongoing theme for World IP Day is: “Indigenous Peoples Building Alliances: Honouring Treaties, Agreements and other Constructive Arrangements”.  We support the call of the Lumads in the ARMM for all of us to look at IPRA again as the government’s peace agreement with the Indigenous Peoples. As pacts and agreements were forged orally in the ways of our forefathers, manifestation of this Word of Honor is the issuance of the Certificate of Ancestral Domain Title (CADT) and the full implementation of the law.

In many of our roundtable discussions it is often asked why the IP development agenda is not highlighted.  The answer may be just lying around and we who are in the mainstream have yet to see it.  For many of us, the resources that we can make millions from are individual logs; cubic meters of rock, gravel and sand; ores of gold, copper, manganese; vast tracks of forested land that can be levelled for pineapples, bananas and African palm that are actually foreigners to local soil.  But to the indigenous eye, the forest is the resource.

It’s the same forest that protects us from warm weather, the same forest that protects us from flooding, landslides, disease.  How can we just eradicate forests whose services we have always had for free?     Only a mind with distorted mathematics would justify sense and logic in such an equation.      

The Lumads in the ARMM – Teduray, Lambangian, Dulangan Manobo and Higaonon – need all the support they can get.  From us who are in privileged positions, let this be a call.  Remember that we, too, at certain points in our respective histories, also suffered oppression from the powerful and the mighty.  Let us not be the oppressors of today by depriving the Lumads of what are rightfully theirs.  As one IP leader put it, “You can consult us anytime on sustainable development.  We have been doing it for thousands of years.”

Marami Pong Salamat.

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Aveen Acuña-Gulo
Project Manager
IPDEV

7th day of June 2014

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Open Forum:

Question: Is there a possibility of creating peace utilizing our own capacities where we can proudly say this is our initiative?

Answer (3rd responder): Let me volunteer an answer in the context of the IPs.  In the current peace process, the IPs have proactively participated in the crafting of the basic law.  Before you cannot see IPs participating in the discussion.  They are just made to sit there and not given the chance.

I think we have also learned our lessons from the GRP-MNLF Final Peace Agreement and the foiled MOA Signing in 2008.  Lessons on inclusivity and ownership.  It is a breakthrough that all the bundles of rights stipulated in the IPRA are included in the Comprehensive Agreement on the Bangsamoro (CAB).  Vigilance should not stop.  Proactive engagement is needed to ensure that everything is in place (and included in the Basic Law).  That is peacebuilding in action.

Question: Culture of Peace / Values / Start with the Children

Answer (3rd responder):  The very reason why Project IPDEV was conceptualized by three organizations namely, the Institute for Autonomy & Governance (IAG), Konrad Adenauer Stiftung (KAS) and Development Consultants (DEVCON) is the lack of data.  This is the biggest stumbling block for most development organizations because we don’t know who the IPs are, where they live, how many they are, what are their needs and aspirations. 

With funding support from the European Union (EU) – Muchas Gracias Senor – we were able to come up with baseline data that other organizations can use.  This has just been published and it is ready for your consumption.  In there is information on 80 barangays within mainland ARMM.  We can start from there.  The UN has already used this for some of their interventions.  We do hope that other organizations will already use it; and we will be making courtesy calls with you, Sirs to show you the gaps.

We need schools, schools, and more schools. 

I’d like to tell you a story.  One combatant told me in the early years of rebuilding from war: “Maam, I have boxes of training certificates I still couldn’t find a job.”

What was he saying?  This was 17 years ago.  What if the same combatant was sent back to school to resume where he had left off when he joined the revolution, he could have been a doctor, a lawyer, an agriculturist, an engineer, a PhD many times over by now! 



I think that’s a good lesson we can look into.  Schools are the best peacebuilding strategy.  It will help young people, old people, the middle-aged, women, children.  They will learn how to compute their land, their assets, their forests, their coffee, their rice, their corn.  Basics.  ##


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Aveen Acuña-Gulo is the Project Manager of IPDEV, a three-year EU-assisted project for the recognition and empowerment of indigenous peoples in the ARMM.  IPDEV is implemented by the consortium of Konrad Adenauer Stiftung, Institute for Autonomy and Governance and Development Consultants.  The views expressed here are the author’s and do not necessarily reflect the views of the EU, KAS, IAG and DEVCON.


She wrote a column “The Voice” for the Mindanao Cross from 1991-2006. She likes to challenge stereotypes.  
“Don’t worry about my opinions,” she says.  “It won’t make a dent to the conventional."  

Friday, May 16, 2014

Mindanao’s Miracle School

 “Just rest and be ready by 7:30,” was all Gel told us upon arriving.  It was almost a whole day drive from Cotabato City to Bukidnon’s best kept academic secret.  Raj cannot take a leave from hospital duty; and Ram was waiting to be called anytime for his flight to sandy dunes.  Isn't it coincidental that there were also just the three of us when Gel finished the grades...?

It is graduation weekend for thirty-seven (37) high school seniors, and parents who live afar had to plan as early as six months ahead to be able to fit everything on schedule.

We came from 235 kilometers away; other parents came from Ozamis, Iligan, Agusan, Surigao, Davao, Cagayan, GenSan, Visayas, Luzon, US, China, Thailand and Indonesia.  While we had to save for this trip, there were parents who could not come because they just had enough for every day expenses. 

The stage had minimal decorations. It had a clean, dignified feel to it.  Friday vespers started on time and teenagers who in their everyday life looked mischievous and playful, were now transformed into respectable young people in their graduation gowns.  They marched in on two long gray lines, and presented themselves to their parents and school administration for a candle-lit consecration.

Such a solemn ceremony did not fail to sting my eyes.  Images of a frail preemie born inside a family jeep 16 years ago run like a movie in my mind.  Only praises to a wonderful Giver of Life and Learning filled my heart.  I realized it was not easy letting a daughter through four years of secondary training in this miracle school.          

* * * * *

Management Marvel

Nestled deep in the heart of the province just at the foot of Mt Kitanglad is 1000-hectare Mountain View College.  Founded in 1953, this place that I call a Management Marvel actually started as a vision of Seventh-Day Adventist Missionary Andrew Nelson: fertile land, quiet, no typhoons, forested, with swift streams[1].    

Sixty years later, the fertile land continuously provided this self-contained community their food: organically grown vegetables and rice, cash crops like corn, sugar cane, rubber.  On the same land are school buildings, a small ranch for cows, goats and chickens; a church, an auditorium, cafeteria, store, clinic, radio station, dorms for national and international students, alumni guest house, houses for faculty and staff, tennis & basketball courts, soccer field, and until recently, an airstrip.  Far from cities and its social struggles, the quiet atmosphere in 16-20 degree weather provided for meditation and study.  The forest provided for communion with nature and building needs; and the swift streams for hydroelectric power.

Catholic Girl Gets Adventist Education

Protestant family friends convinced my parents to send me to MVC for high school in 1976.  I was excited with being by myself I could not remember feeling any separation anxiety.  As a 13-year old I loved the thought of having my own bed even if it was on the second deck; meeting new classmates and going to church on Saturdays.

Having to eat all vegetables for breakfast, lunch and dinner did not faze me; and I found it amusing that some schoolmates literally dropped out because of cafeteria food.  (I think it pays a lot to grow up in a strict Catholic home where the main staple was a good sermon on how other children did not have anything to eat).  Most Seventh-Day Adventists are vegetarians; they are taught that the body is the temple of God.  And since it is the temple of God, one has to take good care of it.  No pork; no junk; no alcohol; no colas.

Prayer was part and parcel of everything: before class, after class, before meals, before play, before travel, before programs.  Inseparable to prayer was music. There were lessons on piano, violin, classical guitar, saxophone, trumpet, trombone, etc. many students could blend a tune in four voices at a click of a finger.  I learned how to pray the Adventist way; joined the choir, played the piano in school and in church services.  Bible study was as exciting as any field of study.  There was just so much to learn I think I wanted to sleep early so that the next day would also come early.    

I wanted to be a working student; but only college students were allowed to work.  The school has a work-study program and it literally runs on student force.  Working students are paid by the hour and are present in all departments: as assistant dorm deans, cafeteria workers, janitorial staff, vegetable gardeners, landscape gardeners, librarians, radio technicians, etc.  What they earn pays for board, lodging and tuition; and depending on work and study loads, earn their diplomas in 5-10 years.  Many of them then fill in the work force of many Adventist missions around the world, mostly schools and hospitals.

Building Resilience

Our dorm was a long, wooden structure with GI roofing.  Cold wind sometimes whistled through spaces from the wooden floor.  Morning bell was at 5 and if you’re a minute late, you’d have to wait for any vacant shower or comfort room.  530 is worship time; and by 6 everybody starts a beeline to the cafeteria some 200 meters away.  Flag ceremony is 715.  Classes are followed by one-hour lunch and supper breaks which is mostly consumed by lining up in the cafeteria and making sure your tray is emptied of leftovers and stacked right after for student workers to wash.  Evening worship is at 730 and if you do not make use of the next two hours for reviewing your notes there’d be no chance to study after lights out at 930.

I did not like being rushed, and I didn’t like to wait either.  Such a schedule taught me how to be ahead of everybody.  I had the bathroom and toilet all to myself before the bell rang; and while everybody was short of complaining for their turns, I was dressed and ready for the next big thing. 

The school hydro provided for 24-hour electricity; but we did not have hot showers.  We took daily baths in ice-cold water gushing from overhead faucets that did not have perforated shower heads.   Looking back, I did not even make full use of my one and only red woolen sweater even in the constant fog.  It was either that my body temperature has reached a balance with the outside temperature after the cold baths or I was just plain hyperactive.  Light bulbs and appliances used 110 volts; if our clothes did not dry in the cold weather, we just ironed the damp ones until it was dry.  We just left the lights on; as both dorm and school had central switches.   Even the auditorium and street lights were on during the day.

Every month we were allowed 1 weekend and two Sundays off complete with leave permits.  The full weekend will be for the family if it is in another accessible town; and the Sundays if we want to go on a day trip anywhere.  We had to be back in the dorm not a minute later than the allowed time.  The fourth Sunday is meant to be spent just inside the school for tree planting, soccer, camping and other outdoor activities like biking or trekking.

I looked forward to going back to MVC after every summer; but these stopped by the time I reached Junior year when my mother got sick of cancer.

Fast forward to 2010

We wanted a place for a teenage girl to start exploring the world so we thought of MVC.  Gel can exercise her independence in a well-supervised environment away from hovering parents.  Two look-see trips to the school helped reduce any shock she might experience having to be away alone for the first time. 

Only a remnant of a wooden school building now stood as a memorial of how things had been in our time.  All the buildings are now made of concrete; dormitory rooms in two-storey and three-storey buildings had their own toilet & baths.  Wifi was regulated in the worship hall, and buildings already had 220-volt sockets.  Olympic sized and kiddie pools provided actual education on swimming; and there were more trees now I tried to imagine which ones I planted more than thirty years ago. 

The policies didn’t change much: morning bell, weekend leaves, etc. Gel also has her main staple at home she didn’t have any problem adjusting to vegetarian cafeteria food.  We just braced for the tight schedules ahead.  And because Gel was Daddy’s Girl, Jun might just break down.

Unexpectedly, the separation anxiety that did not hit me as a child hit me hard as a mother.  Saying bye-bye on the phone with my little girl waving her hand from a distance was just too much too bear.  The tears didn’t stop flowing for the next hour on the road.

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to cry?” Jun provided comic relief. 

Adjustments included nightly phone calls; tardiness for worship and class; erratic grades.  While we parents had a choice of just paying the equivalent cost for her tardiness, we chose that she work for the equivalent number of hours to compensate. Thus, she cut the corresponding square meters of grass and wiped the corresponding number of windows until she learned the value of punctuality by the time she became a sophomore.

Teachers and dorm deans do not scold the students for their infractions.  They discussed with parents or guardians every issue concerning their children.  At one time, Gel’s attachment to her laptop seemed to be a problem; we agreed with the principal to confiscate it until she straightened out.  We only found out during her senior year that it was seen as some kind of a legendary disciplinary move.    

Shaping Character and Spirit

We had Youth Development Training (YDT), and Citizen’s Army Training (CAT) during our time.  Plus, we also had Pathfinder Training.  I aimed to be an officer by senior year; but since I only stayed for two years, the highest I could go up from being just an ordinary cadet was a snare drummer. 

Gel was able to undergo Pathfinder initiation and qualified to be a Scribe or Secretary by Senior Year.  Their formation included campings, survival trainings, and emergency preparedness.  They also raised chickens from chickhood up to saleable size.  Their outreach programs included teaching small children in neighboring barangays how to read and write and telling them Bible Stories.   

Viena Veida[2]

This batch calls themselves One Of A Kind.  The class philosophy: Walk God’s Narrow Way.  Indeed, there was nothing else that we parents had to fuss about when we arrived as the whole class prepared everything with supervision from their teachers.  We did not have to spend for a new graduation dress because Sabbath was always an occasion to dress up so it’s a regular thing.  The prom gown that Gel designed herself didn’t cost as much as we expected had it been sewn in Cotabato.  The rent for toga was minimal.  No contributions were collected to hire stage designers and chairs because the students did it themselves.  We were not required to solicit anything for the yearbook.  Graduation lunch was pot luck so that each family basically just spent for themselves and shared everything from one table.

That the school gives Loyalty Awards to parents came as a pleasant surprise.  Parents were awarded if their children completed four years of high school.  The wider, easier way would have been to send one’s child to a school that did not require them to do hard work.  The wider, easier way would have been not to traverse 15 kilometers of unpaved interior roads to be able to reach what is also known as School of the Light.  The wider, easier way would have been to just pay tuition and other fees upfront and demand for entitlements.  It was indeed a hard-earned award.       

* * * * *

Alumni of Mountain View College Academy were requested to stand up and sing the school anthem with the new graduates towards the recessional.  I was not qualified to stand but I sang every word from the bottom of my heart.

If there is a school that instills discipline, concepts of authority, rules, leadership and responsibility without being called military -- I think MVC is it.  If I were to build a school, this would be the perfect model.  But since I cannot build a school, sending my daughter there was the best I could do; and pray that many more are accepted.  There was much that a two-year stay there influenced my life until now.  I believe it will do the same to my daughter and to the hundreds who have passed through its gates.

Remember, the sixty plus years did not just breeze through.  Just like any institution, MVC had its share of crises.  But they always did one and the same narrow strategy: prayer and fasting. 

It always resulted to nothing less than -- yes, you're right: a miracle.


 




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Cotabato City
5 May 2014

Aveen Acuña-Gulo posts herself on Facebook as a Monumental Operations Manager (MOM).  She is a Bukidnon-born Cebuano mother of three (3) Maguindanao-Ilonggo-Cotabateño children; who will always be a child at heart even if she is a hundred years old.









[1] Tanamal, Job: Mountain View College, The Miracle School (2012). An expanded edition of A Pioneer’s Diary.  The author is selling the books to help build an Astronomical Observatory.
[2] Latvian for One Of A Kind

Friday, May 2, 2014

CSOs as Cheering Squads

Have CSOs in Mindanao reduced themselves to being cheering squads for the GRP-MILF in their talks?

Before answering that question, let me say that I am sharing this reflection as I am also part of Civil Society, defined by Wikipedia as “…the aggregate of non-governmental organizations and institutions that manifest interests and will of citizens.  Civil Society includes the family and the private sphere, referred to as the "third sector" of society, distinct from government and business[1]…” 

Thus, whatever I say here is not plucked from thin air, but based on personal experience.  I may interchange CSO, NGO, international organizations, to mean one and the same in this article.  There are things we are uncomfortable doing as individuals but are compelled to do collectively within the NGO culture.  It may or may not be applicable to some; but then again, real and true only from my own perspective.  It may strike sensitivities; but I believe that only sincere introspection would straighten this evolving reputation of CSOs, on whether we “ma­­­nifest the interest and will of citizens". 

Whatever is factually incorrect in this article is solely my responsibility. 

Where we are – Conflict Affected Mindanao or CAM (to separate us from the rest of the island that did not experience the types of wars we went through), NGOs have mushroomed to a thick alphabet soup after the signing of the GRP-MNLF Final Peace Agreement in 1996.  That time it was still considered scandalous to spend money on car rental where the same amount could have already built a small house for one bakwit family.

Donor money required local partners to be able to implement projects.  There was a mad rush to form cooperatives without necessarily cooperating.  Suppliers and service providers were screened supposed to be for best value at lowest cost.  Track records were retrofitted to suit donor requirements.  Insiders saw the opportunity to incorporate some business entity overnight.  Capacity building took the form of being able to package oneself professionally rather than the capacity to build desired, long-lasting outcomes.  The uncomfortable term was “donor-driven advocacy”, where as long as one is adept at using technical terms like proposal, outputs, outcomes, commitment, challenges, strategic planning,  graphically describing how conflict-ridden is a place, putting in figures whose only modicum of truth is that it was provided by local government units – funding is assured.         

But by what standards should CSOs be measured up in their respective advocacies, mandates, vision, mission, goals and objectives?  (The immediate thing that comes to mind is the Culture of Peace Framework of Dr Toh Swee Hin.  Dr Toh introduced Peace Education to the Philippines in the 80s; and since Notre Dame University saw the horrors of the 70s war, it was the only taker then). 

Promotion of the Culture of Peace was also a major component of the SPCPD-NEDA-UN-MDP[2] (which became GRP-UN-MDP[3] and then ACTFORPEACE[4] or A4P).   A handful of peace-building frameworks were also tried by others but as to what was the most effective among these there should be good documentation somewhere. 

It seems like everybody was in a hurry to let both combatants and victims go from arms to farms, bala to pala, bullets to ballots, be good business managers, politicians, effective organizers, entrepreneurs, institution-builders, birth-spacers, peace-builders – within a time frame shorter than what the war itself took. 

In between, there were still wars, smaller ones.  This time it was mostly between the GPH[5] (from GRP it became GoP then GPH) and the MILF and its spin-off, the BIFF.  While many among us have become experts in mouthing peace slogans, there was still a huge disconnect between the peace as envisioned compared with what was happening.  The peace process is often used as an excuse not to implement laws against narco-politics, gun proliferation, bad governance or the lack of it, logging, mining, smuggling, etc.   

As there has been no war the scale of the foiled 2008 MOA-AD, there is an uncomfortable acceptance that, yeah, maybe this is peace.  

But: hasn’t it also been said that peace is not just the absence of war?  While Culture of Peace and Peace-building have become buzzwords for a time within the development circles, it seems it has become a very rare word these days.  Maybe it has become boring.

To compare with Dr Toh’s Peace Framework:

1.       Dismantling the Culture of War;
2.       Living with Compassion and Justice
3.       Promoting Human Rights and Responsibility
4.       Living in Harmony with the Earth
5.       Building Cultural Respect, reconciliation and solidarity
6.       Nurturing inner peace

Dismantling the Culture of War.  Offhand, one aspect that CSOs can be commended for being successful at is promoting the mantra of NO TO WAR.  Everybody hated war so much it had to stop.  Everyone seems to be tired of war: rebel, soldier, victim, survivor, humanitarian worker, bystander.  Even children paraded (or were made to parade?) bringing placards.  Maybe the only ones who are disappointed that the war stopped are those who cashed in on donor money intended to help the victims.

Living with Compassion and Justice.  There seems to be one NGO each for any sector, for any cause.  NGOs for women, for children, for the youth, the elderly.  (Wait: Since the family is the basic unit of society, are there NGOs focusing on families?) They are vulnerable groups and they need special protection and attention.  But through the years Conflict-Affected Mindanao (CAM) has been through this cycle, were studies ever conducted on the levels of self-esteem of war-affected individuals, much less their psychological and mental health?  Psychosocial interventions sound sexy, but what is it really? 

In the early years of rebuilding from war, I got my first thought-provoking comment from a combatant: “You (foreign agencies) just come here with your bottled water.” 

While cries for justice are common, compassion is almost not discussed: Compassion is feeling for the other, being one with the other.  How can one indeed, while helping a war-ravaged community build say, a water system, brandish innocently, bottled water?  How can one discuss food security to a community and splurges on the latest foodie craze upon returning to the city?  Can communities really warm up to NGO workers who visit them in fancy cars and yes, fancy outdoorsy clothing and gadgets?      

Promoting Human Rights and Responsibility.  CAM is beset with violations, human rights and more.  But surprisingly, documentation of violations of the rights of indigenous peoples seems to be on the radar of CSOs only very recently.   Forgive the bias, but I just knew about IP issues in Maguindanao only at the time I got involved with them -- just this couple of years.  Everybody was just too busy making itself visible to the next big donor only a few souls saw the need to bring to the arena this group whose issues were always shoved under the rug because they did not have guns to catch attention.

Living in Harmony with the Earth.  Consumerism is an environmental issue.  Never in the history of CAM had business been brisker hereabouts.  Rarely can you now find trainings conducted by CSOs that do not involve at least two snacks and one meal per day.  These heavy meals have to have soft drinks or flowing coffee and all together cost more if catered than bought straight out of a store.  And yes, those disposable cups and styro boxes, plastic straws, spoons and forks; plastic folders and ID cases; kits that accumulate thru months and years of rehashed seminars & workshops.  Hotels, restaurants and catering services are flourishing it’s a wonder that conflict actually continues to be the motivation for aid, er, investment.  Rarely can you now find workshops or trainings where participants bring their own ballpens and baon, thanks to NGO culture.  Talk about self-reliance.    

(Let me digress a little.  There was light talk among colleagues shortly before the CAB was signed.  The exchange goes something like this, “Of course, other cities will support the CAB.  Don’t you notice that after the GRP-MNLF Peace Agreement was signed, that was also the time Davao, Gensan, Marbel and Cagayan de Oro boomed? Donor money did not circulate much here in Cotabato City.  People from here preferred to have their seminars there so that they can go site-seeing, shopping afterwards; and if they’re male, be educated on how red-light districts operate!”)

While some CSOs advocate for environmental protection, there’s not much they can do with conflicting national and local policies towards granting mining & logging permits to big companies; a government as primary endorser of chemical inputs and seeds that can’t produce its next generation; and the welcoming of bananas and African palm to maximize cheap labor from unschooled constituents.

Building Cultural Respect, reconciliation and solidarity.  A fellow worker from one NGO texted me: “Settlers should just leave it to the Maguindanaons and the Teduray, Lambangian and Dulangan Manobo to settle their conflicts within themselves.”

It came as a surprise as I never thought being a settler is actually an issue against giving assistance towards the marginalized.

So I asked: “Does your suggestion also apply to other CSOs/NGOs whose staff are settlers helping in the conflict-affected areas of Maguindanao?” 

Let me just leave the long exchange at that.

I thought: what should the Maguindanaons get that the Lumads are not entitled to in this whole context of CSOs providing support to the marginalized, the vulnerable and the weak?  What purpose then, would CSOs have if they do not represent the marginalized, the vulnerable and the weak?  Had the Maguindanaons really helped the Lumads in their vulnerable state, would the latter have asked for help from outside?  Going further, had the MNLF or the MILF resolved its conflict with the government, would it have asked help from third country facilitators?  And so on and so forth.

IPDEV made an assessment of the NGOs/CSOs assisting the Lumads or non-Moro IPs in the ARMM (80 bgys in Maguindanao and Lanao del Sur).  There are those who claim to be tri-people; but gravitate towards assisting mostly the Muslims and the Christians.  Only one is purposely for the Lumads.  Not to put fault on these NGOs, but maybe that’s just the way things are: the dominant culture always surfaces.  But the discussion is evolving – a realization that there are not only three peoples in Mindanao.

Nurturing inner peace.  What if CSOs teach and practice that if a person is at peace with himself, the world would be one unpeaceful person less?  CSOs are no different from any other social grouping.  They too have their share of office dynamics, organizational cultures and sub-cultures, intra- and inter-organizational friction, personal and relationship struggles, credit and billing concerns that tarpaulins now compete with epals, transparency and accountability issues. 

Why are CSOs putting labels on each other if they don’t agree with each other’s ideas?  Calling each other spoilers, evil whisperers, traitors, etc?  With the internet and virtual warriors on Facebook, labeling and name-calling has multiplied exponentially over time. 

It is said that in peace, the process is as important as the goal. Does unpeaceful language really have a place in a peace process? Did their Culture of Peace or lessons on Peacebuilding fly off the window if we CSOs got any at all? 

This language, this war of words – belie our causes.

October 2012 and March 2014.  The Framework Agreement on the Bangsamoro (FAB) and the Comprehensive Agreement on the Bangsamoro (CAB) respectively, are signed.  Nobody was quite prepared, aside from the peace panels, on this major development in the peace talks. 

I still maintain that no amount of consultations will promote understanding on what is going on.  Consultations, roadshows, caravans have become a one way traffic of disseminating information it doesn't look any different from an election campaign.  Aren’t these just good excuses to spend money?  Better than spending it on war, so they say. 

On second thought, had combatants been sent back to school or given some catch-up educational program to resume what they have left off when they joined the revolution, would they have been PhDs, Doctors, Engineers, Scientists, Managers etc many times over by now, after 17 years?  Had the money spent on checklists of trainings (menu-type choices) been spent instead on elementary schools (okay, basic education – Reading, wRiting, aRithmetic), shouldn’t it have been less difficult now to explain concepts like power sharing, wealth sharing, transitional mechanism, demobilization, self-determination, self-reliance, dignity of honest labor, industriousness – that whole spectrum of values because they know how to read and write in English, Filipino and their mother tongue?  

Some CSOs are aggressively campaigning for people to say YES to the Bangsamoro Basic Law.  No problem.  But do they really expect results without people really understanding the issue in the first place? Saying yes without understanding just to please both panels? That’s not very democratic – that’s coercion.  This way CSOs lose their independence towards being the arbiter, the neutral ground, ensuring that both sides are true to their word. 

And oh, by the way, people in the CAM are not only composed of the GPH and MILF.  By being cheering squads only to the two panels, we CSOs have failed to “ma­­­nifest the interest and will of citizens" and lost the opportunities to bring the other affected peoples to the peace side of the fence. 

Sayang.   

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Cotabato City
2 May 2014

Aveen Acuña-Gulo has worked with the United Nations under different programs since 1998 (IOM, UN-MDP, UN Volunteers, UN-World Food Programme).  She is currently the Project Manager of IPDEV, a three-year EU-assisted project for the recognition and empowerment of indigenous peoples in the ARMM.  IPDEV is implemented by the consortium of Konrad Adenauer Stiftung, Institute for Autonomy and Governance and Development Consultants.  The views expressed here are the author’s and do not necessarily reflect the views of the EU, KAS, IAG and DEVCON.

She wrote a column “The Voice” for the Mindanao Cross from 1991-2006. She likes to challenge stereotypes.  
“Don’t worry about my opinions,” she says.  “It won’t make a dent to the conventional."  




[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civil_society
[2] Southern Philippines Council for Peace and Development (SPCPD); National Economic and Development Authority (NEDA); United Nations (many UN Agencies and Donor Countries); Multi-Donor Program
[3] Government of the Republic of the Philippines; United Nations; Multi-Donor Programe
[4] Action for Conflict Transformation for Peace Programme
[5] Government of the Philippines

Friday, March 28, 2014

Euphoria, Yin & Yang Over Agreements

There's just something about being euphoric that's eerie.  We just can't shake off our penchant for pomp and revelry like what we just witnessed over the signing of the FAB and the CAB.  I compare it to eating till our tummies burst at any rare opportunity because "banat ta kaon ron kay ugma gutom" (binge now because tomorrow we'd be hungry again).  We love to strut our stuff for the opportunity to be identified with the high and mighty, opportunity to have a share in the big pie of other people's money.    When the real work resumes -- well, there's a million opportunities to work.  Who would want a million opportunities when it entails work...?

Moderation has never been our best assets.  Filipino or human nature -- go figure.

(Don't worry.  I know a handful who were there squirming to get things over with).

I do have a question:  How do you really discuss a seemingly complex concept like a peace process to someone who haven't had the opportunity for proper schooling?

Given enough time, I can look up for you all these data showing how low the literacy level of Mindanao is, let alone ARMM (the core area of the Bangsamoro).  Again, nitpicking on these numbers is the best way to kill time.  We all have come across it at different points anyway.  How much more research do we need.  Tell me if you do not get blank stares when you talk about the peace process to someone in the logged-over mountains or silted marshes of Maguindanao.

Going back:  What exactly are my hopes and fears now that the parties have formally signed the Comprehensive Agreement on the Bangsamoro?  Is this agreement already THE Peace agreement many have been anticipating for so long?

There's the danger.  I too, shared in the euphoria when the FAB was signed in October 2012.  But it sent mixed messages.  Reports reaching our office say that individuals (who are not IPs) came in droves to tell the IPs (Teduray & Lambangian) communities that they are taking back "their" land because "the peace agreement was already signed".

We have forwarded these reports to respective duty holders (state agencies) for verification and action.

These are the handful of strategies being used.  There could be more:

One: Groups of 20-40 individuals bring seedlings of coconut, african palm and banana to a piece of land they like.  They clear that piece of land and plant these seedlings, alongside with corn.  Their leader, usually armed, tell the IPs not to worry because they're just planting crops anyway.  But historically, once the seeds/seedlings are planted, the non-IPs fight for their stake.  In the words of an IP: "Tinitiro lang kami na parang manok.  Buti pa ang manok may halaga." (We are shot at like chickens.  Good for the chicken because it has monetary value)

Let us not forget that alongside armed invasion, Mindanao was also conquered through population transfer.  Vast tracts of land were awarded by the state to corporations; and also to people of Luzon and the Visayas who were slaves in their own lands; landless people who were willing to clear forests with their bare hands, plant crops and stake their claim.  What the IPs are experiencing now is localized neo-colonialism.  

Two: The IPs (again in the context of this article Teduray, Lambangian  & Dulangan -- lest we go into splitting hairs over definitions) are made to sign some form of consent for the entry of bananas and african palm or what have you so that their lives will be better.  Haven't we heard the same promises about sugar and pineapples decades back?  Oh, yes. For everyone who became a millionaire there are thousands who barely live on a daily wage.

Three: Non-IPs engage in armed clashes in the guise of rido (clan feud).  The IPs, always the non-confrontational lot, sidestep.  The sidestep is often many strides -- towards some safe haven like a river delta, a cove, or deeper into the forest.  They usually don't join evacuation centers as they feel discriminated upon even in those conventional places of refuge.  But alas, once they return to their place of origin, somebody else owns it and usually brandishes some kind of paper to show "proof".

Four: Peace agreements are signed and promoted to say it will bring in a windfall of investments and foreign aid.  Whether the billions of dollars from a previous agreement that was poured on the blood-stained lands of Mindanao ever impacted positively to the people's lives is another story.  And we're not talking about accounting yet.    

Are so called peacemakers and peacebuilders discussing the aforementioned in the open? Maybe yes and I still have to come across it as a formal agenda.  Everything just gets lost in translation and my comprehension is just up to the level of many who are living in those logged over hills or silted marshes.

I'm not stating specific ethnic affiliations as there are only quite a few among us who can take the issue with a straight face.  But, if you take time to thresh out your thoughts, apply where applicable.  You would know what I'm talking about.  (Unless you live in Mars).

The lack of trust the IPs have over peace agreements have basis.  IPRA as a law is a peace agreement that is taking eternity to implement in the ARMM.  Moreover, right after the GRP-MNLF peace agreement, the GRP awarded thousands of hectares of forest land (IP territory) to the MNLF.

I find the IPs' proactive engagement in the current peace process magnanimous.  Despite the lack of trust, they persevered in pushing their agenda.  Unarmed.  Their mantra: "Participate. Or Perish." I pray that by the time they get their end of the (fairest) deal, they won't become the next oppressors.

Generally there's a prevailing feeling of "anything except war" over peace agreements.  I suppose this comes as a result of propaganda-savvy strategies acquired by most players: smother the general public with feel-good slogans and statements and that's all the education they need to get.

And the cycle resumes.

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Cotabato City
27 March 2014


Aveen Acuña-Gulo wrote a column “The Voice” for the Mindanao Cross from 1991-2006. She likes to challenge stereotypes.  “Don’t worry about my opinions,” she says.  “It won’t make a dent to the conventional."  

"Satire is interesting.  Being able to look into our flaws straight in the eye is a sign of maturity," she says.






Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Davao In My Mind

I don't know Duterte from Adam -- at least that one from Davao.  The only time I heard the name was when my grandmother would include Nene Duterte in prayers for the departed during our daily evening rosary .  During their time the name Nene was also given to men, very much like one Pimentel.

Oh, sorry -- where was I.

Carol Arguillas sent me a text message to list down three things I like about Davao and three things I don't like about Davao.

Without blinking an eye I immediately ticked off the following:

Likes:

1 - The Smoking Ban
2 - Honest Taxi Drivers
3 - Efficient Traffic Management
4 - Can I put a fourth? Firecracker ban

Dislikes:

1 - Flashfloods
2 - Usu-usu
3 - (Still thinking of a third one)

And since Carol prefers some explanation, let me attempt to say it in a few words.  The key is attempt.

On the Smoking Ban:
I still vividly remember the day when all of us smokers in a workshop were made to smoke inside a glass cubicle inside a fancy hotel.  This was to be in not just one hotel until those who cant avoid a nicotine fix demanded for their rights.

There we were, being watched like weird creatures in a fishbowl -- inhaling firsthand and secondhand smoke with ambivalent gusto.  As we leave the glass cubicle, we were met with smirks by the non-smokers.  The seeds of being embarrassed with how one smells were planted.  This was at least ten years ago.

On Honest Taxi Drivers:
The last thing a harried passenger would want inside a cab is having to negotiate whether to use a meter or not; add a tip or not; this route to take or that -- like what I always encounter in the gates of hell and yes, in CdeO.  Such bad business practice.  Pirmi lang sila kunwari magpaki-looy, hiway robbery na diay to.  What happened to dignity in honest toil?

But in Davao these get reported to their mayor and, as I learned just this January, six drivers were banned from the airport and their licenses were suspended after being proven for canvassing for passengers and not using their meters.  The taxi driver who told me this (I took note of the name in his ID -- Felix Adlao; forgot the name of the taxi though) said he just returned only recently to the airport to queue after the crooks were flushed out.

On Efficient Traffic Management:
Gee -- I'm just too happy to have my car's registration renewed very recently without a hitch.  I drove through red lights a couple of times in Davao and was told through the grapevine that my violation can be tracked online!  I presume those manning the monitors must already have the capacity to determine whether the driver violated traffic rules deliberately or not.

One time a traffic officer flagged me and I honestly did not know what my violation was.  I rolled down my window and for a half-second I explained to him in 50 words that I just came a minute ago from a car shop to inquire for hubcaps.  He just smiled and told me, "Seatbelt, Ma'am".  (Was the name Coprado? Apologies. This was in 2004 or 2005).  With a melted heart I gained a healthy respect for traffic and safety rules.

On the Firecracker ban:
It's not only second hand smoke, but lesser beings in other cities still have to know what noise pollution is.

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On Flashfloods:
I wouldn't want to be in any low-lying area or a riverside in Davao when it rains.  Even for half an hour.

On Usu-usu:
Naa pa ba ni ron?  Anyway, bka naundang na since nagka vehicular accident tong jeep kay wa na magdungog ang pasahero ug ang driver sa kakusog sa sawnz.  I wonder why passengers still have not mustered the strength to squeeze the neck of drivers who wont turn down the volume of their sound system to a level that will promote world peace.

And while we're at it (noise pollution), it's good to note that Davao has started to put a curfew on videokes.  Arrrgggghhhh those gadgets for self-glorification and illusory stardom are just making life miserable for the rest of an unwilling audience around the nearest neighborhood.  The mayor did not give in to the pleas of extortive mendicancy (if there is such a term) saying that the right of a person to turn up the volume ends with the right of the other person to live in peace and quiet and open air.

Going back: Again I don't know the Davao Mayor from Adam.  I just know him through the results of his work.  No need to put up screaming ads inviting people to come or live or invest in Davao.  No need to put up epal tarps to brandish how good and multi-awarded he is.  All he needed to do was do his homework, clean up the city hands on and work within the constraints of the law.  Looks like he did not spend so much energy cooking up new laws or ordinances to see whether it will work or not.  He just let it work.

And haha.  I like the way he speaks the language of the bad guys -- for example "...kining yawang..." (did I hear it right...?)  It's the only language the bad guys and gals understand that he means what he says.  For a handful of times I'm amused at myself for not being eager enough to have a picture taken with him at Yellow Fin, Iron Horse or the mall.

And before he disappears from the local governance scene, I hope the culture of efficiency and service is no longer personality-dependent but ingrained as a way of life of Davaoenos.  And hopefully radiate to the rest of the country.

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Cotabato City
5 March 2014