Sec. Edwin Lacierda recounting what it was like to
be at EDSA People Power 1. Another memory - a fierce commitment to stay on that
stretch of road and its environs, because to leave the area, even for a while,
felt like you were turning your back on your country. A nice recollection of
those vanished days.
20 years ago, when we were still law students, we
felt a breath of fresh air stirring in our midst when Cardinal Sin called out
the people to protect the soldiers.
To us, we wondered what all that meant. At that
time, we just finished studying the 1973 Constitution or the Marcos
Constitution and I recall that not even the commentaries of Fr. Bernas spoke
negatively of that charter, al least not as openly as he does now in his
Inquirer columns.
But while the atmosphere of martial law prevailed in
those days, pre-EDSA circa 1985-86 was a joy in law school. While our classes
were held in the evenings, we full time law students would join the rallies in
Makati in the afternoon and stormed Security Bank which when they saw the
rallyists would immediately roll down their steel doors.
We would walk the length and breadth of Ayala Avenue
to the cheering Makati office personnel who would open their windows from
buildings high up and rain down their yellow confetti, presumably shredded from
the PLDT yellow pages, cheering us on. We would sing Bayan Ko, listen to
speeches, both fiery and hilarious, interspersed with chanting and sloganeering
but all the same, critical of Marcos and his cronies.
In law school, there were a handful of Marcos
loyalists holdouts and among them were the daughter of then Defense Secretary
Juan Ponce Enrile, the youngest son of a former Minister of Justice and whose
other famous brother is a lawyer turned news personality and a wine
connoisseur, the son of a former PBA commissioner, the brother of a TV female
news personality, and the sister of a famous fashion designer. And to their
credit, they did not shirk from their belief that Marcos was their man. Before
the snap elections, they would wear Marcos red t-shirts while most of us would
wear Ninoy or Cory yellow. While the battle for the hearts and minds was fought
in the streets, the law school was not immune from occasional outbursts of
“Cory”"Cory" "Cory" and “Marcos pa rin”. It was simply
unacceptable to fence sit during those heady days.
When the snap election was held, we were taking up
Election Law and our professor, Atty. Rogelio Nicandro, suggested to us that
those who volunteered in any form or manner during the snap elections would get
credit. Immediately, droves applied as NAMFREL volunteers and I was assigned to
Xavier school to monitor the elections in San Juan. Even FPJ’s daughter was a
NAMFREL volunteer in San Juan.
In one instance, there were Marcos volunteers who
entered the Xavier precinct wearing Marcos red and they were told it was
prohibited by law and was asked to leave. Of course, being Marcos country, they
haughtily refused and even shouted “Marcos pa rin”. We retorted and chanted
back “Cory” “Cory” drowning their arrogance till they decided to leave the
election premises. And naturally, all those who volunteered got a grade of 90
in Election Law.
When Cardinal Sin called out the people to support
the RAM boys, some of us were set to attend the ordination rites of Fr. Louie
David in Ateneo Loyola. Some of us never made it to the ordination because we
got detoured at EDSA and just about decided to stay on not knowing where this
would lead to.
I remember at one point standing at the foot of the
stage at Camp Crame where Fidel Ramos, Juan Ponce Enrile, Mel Lopez and some
other political personalities were giving out their pep talk. This was the time
when Ramos was jumping and telling us that it will be over soon. We were
cheering them on and so hopeful that the dictator would be gone. It turned out
that he was giving us a pep talk because they heard rumors that Marcos was
going to send out his troops and tanks for the last time to quell the revolt.
My memory may not be so clear at this point but that
scene where Ramos was jumping on the stage and my face was clearly evident
among the throng was immortalized in Mr. Arillo’s book. Unfortunately, having
no sense of history and no regard for posterity at that time, I failed to get
hold of his book and have not seen a copy since.
We stayed and slept in EDSA. We faced the tanks and
soldiers. We befriended nameless people. We shared food and drinks as though we
were long lost confreres. More than a rally, all of us came to EDSA to break
bread and fellowship with all who were willing to stand in the line of fire and
take the bullet, as it were, for freedom and change of government. Like the
namesake of the street, it was truly an epiphany of saints, men and women of
goodwill who believed that corruption and bad government should not last a day
longer.
It was 20 years ago. Many of us have become
disillusioned and some like Ignacio Bunye have the temerity to say EDSA is no
longer relevant. 20 years ago, I was willing to die for my country. I have no
reason to depart from that belief 20 years hence, present leadership
notwithstanding and apathy being the new social cancer.
Like Leah Navarro when interviewed by Newsbreak
Magazine, I want my country back too.
