IF WE are to draw out the deepest meaning of what we celebrate on June 12, it will not be enough to merely recall all the glorious epochs in our history: of the unfurling of the Philippine flag at the Aguinaldo Mansion in Kawit, Cavite; of Tirad Pass and Zapote Bridge, and earlier on of Bagumbayan and Pugadlawin; and even much, much earlier, of the various revolts of Dagohoy and Maniago, of Sumuroy and Hermano Pule, of Diego and Gabriela Silang, down history line to Bambalito of Macabebe, and Lapu-Lapu of Mactan.
Nor should we be content to merely pay tribute to Rizal and Bonifacio, Mabini and Jacinto, Jaena, the Lunas and del Pilars, Sakay, onto Abad Santos and Aquino, and all those who consecrated their lives to this nation, not excluding Edgar Jopson and Lean Alejandro.
To take the full measure of our celebration of freedom day, it is not enough that we commemorate what our heroes did. It is a requisite that we imbibe their spirit. It is a must that we match their deeds with our own.
No, I do not mean we should all die like them. As a smart-aleck once said: There is one thing about heroes that I don’t aspire to be – that is their being dead.
Heroism has become the subject of humor, even the object of derision, in these unheroic times. As that common caution to the heroic goes: ͞Huwag ka nang magpakabayani. Binabaril yan sa Luneta.
We don’t have to die, if only to emulate our heroes. They have done the fighting and the dying for our country.
Our task is to live for our country. The song of our heroes for the Motherland is “ang mamatay nang dahil sa iyo.” Our song for her is “ang mabuhay para sa iyo.”
Dying for the country is the stuff of heroism. Living for the country is the essence of civic responsibility. Living for the country is our sacred call to duty.
Yes, Ninoy Aquino was right: The Filipino is worth dying for.
So are we equally correct: The Filipino is worth living for.
So how well have we responded to that call? How well have we served, and still serve our people?
For those in government, that call to duty assumes an even greater magnitude.
It is not uncommon to find in government people who value themselves as privileged by virtue of a padrino’s influence imposed on their behalf.
Consequently, they feel no obligation to serve the public, or if they do so, they seek additional consideration as an entitlement. It is not uncommon among government people to see a government post as a sinecure, an office that requires no work but pays off most handsomely.
It is not uncommon for government leaders to value themselves as Providentially-appointed and thus bequeathed with divine rights to wrong their constituencies.
With such misgiven commonalities in government, what service can still be rendered to the public?
For the public at large, the so-called civil society most specially, living-for-the-country goes beyond the perfunctory relief-giving in times of calamities, way beyond the routinary round-table discussions of issues besetting the people, way beyond the television soundbytes of commitment to the poor and the marginalized.
Living-for-the-people is pure will found manifest in the act of tangibility: of real service.
No, we are not called upon to render the supreme act of heroism. We are called to be true and faithful to our civic responsibility.
With the flag as our witness, today requires of us to re-dedicate ourselves to our country, to give our own contribution, no matter how humble, to the mission of re-building this nation.
The fulfilment of any mission requires the unity of mind, the solidarity of purpose, and the collectivity of efforts of all those concerned. Unity is paramount.
As it has long been said: “Never forget that unity is the distinct instinct of people who want to accomplish something.”
Unity then is our call. As rebuilding our nation is our goal. I find this the meaning of our Independence Day celebrations today.
(Recurring relevance every Independence Day of this piece since its first publication on June 12, 2008)
