Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Indigenous Peoples in the ARMM in A Prism

I got a request from Al-Qalam Institute of the Ateneo de Davao University to write an article for an upcoming book that is a "special publication on matters concerning the Bangsamoro and the peace process.  It is primarily designed to complement the mission of ADDU by disseminating its advocacies for peace in Mindanao."
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(This article will try to translate existing information into everyday language, keeping technical terms to a minimum.  It is hoped that the general public will have in their consciousness the Indigenous Peoples in the ARMM; and through time, enable all of us to have better understanding on the issue.  Consequently, those who will become duty holders in the long run, will make more appropriate responses, far better than my generation did).

Background:

The story of the Indigenous Peoples in the ARMM deserves a second and third look – and better yet, a thorough scrutiny. 

First, not much is known about them: who they are, how many are they, where they live, how they live, what are their needs, beliefs and aspirations.  Conflicting accounts of their numbers during, say for example, disaster-induced displacement, lead to humanitarian aid for individuals who are nowhere to be found; thus landing on unscrupulous hands.  

The same is true for development interventions where decision-makers generally create market-driven needs instead of finding out the actual needs of the IPs.  Projects end up functioning only for six months, one year for a lot of reasons – could be low literacy coupled with local government units who are concerned mainly with high-visibility-low-impact (HVLI) projects, among others.

Oral accounts on the lives of the IPs are abundant as it is colourful; and the need to have their indigenous skills, system and practices (IKSPs) written down becomes imperative as their ancestral domains are continuously reduced due to unabated encroachment – encroachment that is sometimes sponsored or tolerated by the duty-holder itself: the state at all levels.

As is its nature, oral accounts come in different versions.  The most telling of which is the story of Mamalu and Tabunaway[1], siblings who could either be brothers, brother and/or sister, older or younger, Islamized or non-Islamized, depending on which tribe is telling the story.  The story of the siblinghood is often invoked so that the aggrieved party will just keep quiet and wait for his rightful shares which have yet to materialize despite assurances[2].

Researches on several aspects of their societies are also rare and relatively unknown, if available. 

Information Gaps

These are some of the questions that the IPDEV[3] Project wanted to answer.  Survey[4] findings showed that there four major IP groups in Mainland ARMM (Maguindanao and Lanao del Sur).  These are the Teduray, Lambangian, Dulangan Manobo and Higaonon.  There 117,189 IP Individuals[5] in 80 barangays within the ancestral domain claim (self-delineated) of 309,720[6] hectares which includes coastal waters. 

A proper delineation of boundaries that only the National Commission on Indigenous Peoples (NCIP) can conduct will only mean two things: that the claim will be increased or reduced.  In indigenous wisdom, boundaries are points of cooperation. Since government has yet to join their acts together to recognize these boundaries, it is in effect the main factor that cooperation cannot materialize.

While the Teduray, Lambangian, Dulangan Manobo are indigenous to the area, the Higaonon are migrant IP workers to Wao, Lanao del Sur along with 17 other IP groups.

To the IPs, land is life.  It is the same land that is connected to the air and the forests which in turn nurture the plants, the animals and everything else that sustains life.  It is their source of food, their school, their pharmacy, their place of worship[7].  Take away the land from the IP and you take away their life.  To the IP, land is owned by the tribe and cannot be owned by individuals or groups of individuals, and that the only time one measures land is when he will be buried in it[8].

Recommendations

The points that I put here are based on experiences while implementing the IPDEV Project.  Some of it are reflections of my own; and I know time will prove or disprove what I have written here. I take sole responsibility for whatever inaccuracies that are in here.

I have also observed that one thing is missing in many of the dialogues: time.  Most of us have the tendency to mix the past, the present and the future altogether.  What was applicable during immemorial times may not be the case today or in the future.  Maybe it would be good to factor in time as we talk about recommendations; along with values of compassion, sharing, respect for nature which transcend time.

IPRA is a Peace Agreement.  Let us not forget that Republic Act 8371 is the peace agreement of the Philippine Government with the Indigenous Peoples.  It is a peace agreement that was forged after 11 years not through a united armed confrontation with government but on the battleground of congress.  Passed in 1997, it was hoped to address the historical injustices committed against the indigenous peoples, to address violations against their four bundles of rights[9].

Political Will.  If there’s a will, there’s a way.  IPRA as a national law applies to all regions in the Philippines, including the ARMM.  While it was applied in Basilan, it was not applied in Maguindanao.  What made it possible in Basilan that was not made possible in Maguindanao is also an issue that needs political will to resolve.  And even if IPRA has defects, all peoples in the ARMM regardless of tribe and religious affiliation are citizens of the Republic of the Philippines thus should be given the same basic services such as education and health accorded to other, more dominant societies.

Governance, Transparency & Accountability.  Governance can only be effective when there is wide participation among peoples and not confined to a few families.  Those who are already in power can leave a legacy by making this crucial piece of information known to and understood by its constituents with the best peace-building strategy known: education.   

As governance cannot be separated from transparency and accountability, transparency can only mean anything if the greater majority know what to look for; and in the same breadth, accountability can also mean anything if the greater majority also know how to count.  In simple terms, those who are in government should focus all their energies on making their people know how to read, write and count.  Preventing their people to learn how to read, write and count is a sure-fire way of propagating confusion and consequently produce more self-induced problems.

Government as duty holders.  Government need not go around in circles trying to solve problems if it is mindful of its duties.  Relegating its duties to non-government organizations, civil society organizations, churches and donors is tantamount to abandonment of duty.  “The key thing to remember is that donors need [government] more that [government] needs them.  That is a reality and once government realizes that, it can start to get the best from them.  Donors will never coordinate themselves.  It is like asking a group of poachers to arrange a set of rules for hunting.  The referee has to be government; and once government understands that it really does have the power, and backs it up with a clear strategy, [it] will get the best out of the donors.  Actually, lo and behold, the donors will start to behave[10].” 

In the context of the ARMM, the proliferation of NGOs, CSOs, donors and faith-based organizations filling in the gaps on basic services is an indicator that government has not been in control, much less, fulfilling its duties for a long time.

Loyalty of Members of Government.  Apparently the loyalty of government has shifted from the common good (citizenry which include the IPs) towards his own good or that of his immediate family.  This lack of concern for collective good always translated to a turnover of government officials & public servants who will make personal use of resources that are not theirs in the first place.

Culture cannot be legislated.  Our country has a penchant for not implementing laws passed in previous administrations.  It is also notorious for implementing good laws badly; then pass more laws to address bad implementation.  In recent history[11], this is probably what happened to the Tripoli Agreement, then the law creating the ARMM, then the expanded ARMM, then the Final Peace Agreement, and now the Bangsamoro Basic Law. 

The case of the IPs in the ARMM is a case of both victims of war and victims of peace.  The distrust on whether government will be able to fulfill what it has written into law is not without basis.  IPs were the faceless recruits into both rebel groups and government troops who were sent to the frontlines and if they came back alive, did not get anything from the spoils of war. 

After 38,000 hectares of prime forests on IP ancestral lands was logged with the signing of the 1996 GRP-MNLF Peace Agreement, the IPs did not receive any protection from its own local government units or even from the Armed Forces of the Philippines – they were left to fend for themselves.  After IPs were driven out of their ancestral lands in all-out-wars, they had no place to go back to as these had already been converted to sugar, banana, rubber or african palm plantations.

The peace talks as an excuse not to implement existing laws.  It is public knowledge that Conflict-Affected Mindanao (CAM) is also a hotbed for crimes ranging from gun-running, drugs, smuggling, timber poaching, cattle rustling, land markets, human trafficking.  Many line agencies continue to exist waiting to function only once the new political entity will be in place.

With no major industry to boast of, Cotabato City is host to one of only three Central Banks in Mindanao.  Foreign aid is still to be accounted for and the lure of foreign investment on contested lands is already dividing fragmented communities some more.

Isolation as Insulation.  The non-implementation of IPRA in the ARMM in a way also insulated the IPs in the ARMM from the bad implementation in non-ARMM areas.  Bad implementation include issuance of permits for extractive industries such as logging, mining, monocrop plantations without the benefit of Free Prior Informed Consent (FPIC); non-IPs getting certificates that they are IPs so that they can avail of scholarships or enlistment to the military; IP leaders exchanging their lands for millions in royalties that are misspent due to lack of financial management skills; among others.  The opening up of ancestral lands belly up to foreign utilization may be an anti-thesis to self-determination.

The Philippines is a signatory to UNDRIP.  Again our country is an active member in the family of nations.  How this all translates to justice for all on the ground may not be seen in the next decade or two.  Will the duty-holders who made life difficult for lost generations be there to answer for their lack of wisdom?  Will a national apology suffice by the time the consciousness reaches the minds of policy makers and implementers? 

As only the strong can admit its weakness, I hope that we are brave enough to face these questions and prove that another law and another political entity is not another failed experiment; nor another lost opportunity.

Cotabato City
11 November 2014
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Aveen Acuña-Gulo has worked with the United Nations under different programs since 1998 (IOM, UN-MDP, UN Volunteers, UN-World Food Programme).  When this was written, she was 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 also worked as a DJ on DXOL-FM and has a musical range from rock to classical. 

She likes to challenge stereotypes.  

“Don’t worry about my opinions,” she says.  “It won’t make a dent to the conventional." 




[1] Hilario, 2013.
[2] IPDEV, RTD 2013.
[3] Recognition of the Rights of the Indigenous Peoples in the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao for their Empowerment and Sustainable Development, an three-year EU assisted capacity-building project implemented by a consortium of the Institute for Autonomy and Governance (IAG), Konrad Adenauer Stiftung (KAS) and Development Consultants (DEVCON)


[6] Broken down as follows: Teduray - 183,899 hectares, Lambangian - 25,967 hectares, and Dulangan - 6,075 hectares.  The Higaonon have no ancestral domain claim in Wao, Lanao del Sur having migrated from the province of Bukidnon.

[8] RTD, IPDEV, 2013
[9] Right to Ancestral Domains; Right to Cultural Right to Self-Governance; and Right to Social Justice & Human Rights
[10] "Beware of Donors" - Nigel Robert, Author, 2013 World Development Report (Topic: International Perspectives on the Economics of Post-Conflict Reconstruction); delivered during the High Summit on Security Sector Transformation at the Ateneo de Davao, Sept 25, 2013
[11] Minoritization of the IPs in the Philippines can be traced back to colonization. You may also want to see: http://www.scribd.com/doc/121775772/Rodil-1994-Minoritization-of-Indigenous-Communities-MindanaoSulu-pdf

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.          

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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.       

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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