Look at President Manuel L. Quezon, and to his right, (says an elegant if faded script) his "dear friend" Dr. Jorge Bocobo. I only bring up such sentimental and nostalgic things as this because the sight of FILIPINOS in the halcyon days of 1935 had cheered me up today after glumly reading the description that MLQ3 gives of the Philippines in 2005:
"Communist thought has won an intellectual victory, in that with the demise of the generation that defeated Communism in the 1950s, no one has taken their place. Generations of Filipino schoolchildren are being brainwashed in the schools, because the history textbooks are being written by Communists."How has it come to this? And how can we so candidly proclaim it as if it were a thing of everyday consent? How can it be that those who were defeated by the generation of our fathers in the fifties, get to write the history books? MLQ3 is right in that the defeat is an intellectual one that cannot be reversed any more on the battlefield of arms alone, or in some gruesome body count. I never much liked Fascism as a system or an ideology anyway. What we have lost is a war of the memes. The ground lost must consequently be retaken by other means, by other memes, one brain at a time, in the battlefield of infectious ideas: communism, democracy, dictatorship, liberty, religion, science, revolution, war, peace.
I do not miss the Twentieth Century. I was glad to see her go. She deserved that anticlimactic fin de siecle we called Millennium. Let the Bug be its headstone! I do not miss that century of our defeat, one that is apparently so compleat in its execution that it has made someone like Manuel L Quezon III forget that he is a member of a secret society, one that is only accidentally hereditary, but is quintessentially meritocratic. It is a secret society that has survived from ancient times, an aristocracy of the mind, that has itself NEVER surrendered, NEVER lost faith or hope in the innate goodness of man, in the eternal power of reason, and most of all, never lost the courage to live in Liberty at those times when it was far easier to surrender and accept the chains, whether physical, social or "intellectual". José Rizál was a charter member, (he, the Master Maker of Memes). And so were our grandfathers and fathers, but they were lesser men, and as MLQ3 says, they won the war but lost the peace. Fragments of their conversations can still be found in neglected places like the fifth floor of an old building populated by ghosts in Diliman. Such ghosts find their ideal home in the heart, the fount of courage, the redoubt of Liberty.
I do not however take the pessimistic, dare I say defeatist attitude that MLQ3 takes to the situation because our defeat is not complete. Those ghosts of a vanished past are writing this through me! So I do not miss the Twentieth Century of our defeat, because I look forward to the Twenty-first Century of our victory. We shall retake the homelands of the heart by reconquering the archipelagos of our demoralized minds!