I Was There Fighting, But Why Was I Shy

Novermber 18, 2016 Marcos was secretly buried and the Philippines was #shookt. My colleagues were bewildered, they were infuriated very much infuriated and this echoes outside our walls. Protests were already happening. St. Scho in Malate. La Salle and Benilde along Taft. UST and a couple of others in Mendiola. A group brewing in Ayala Triangle. Masses flocking to the People Power Monument. Right outside, Ateneo and Miriam students were already there. My co-teacher and I dropped by and at first, I was thrilled to be part of this. They were chanting, “BUSINA, BUSINA, PARA SA HUSTISYA!” And my co-teacher chanted along. I couldn’t. My co-teacher wanted a placard of her own, and she managed to get one by asking a stranger. All I had were #MarcosNotAHero stickers font size 40 something (wasn’t aware of the NOT development yet) I placed on my shoes. My co-teacher was near the road now, showing her placard to motorists passing by while I was scared for her safety, which wasn’t necessary because she wouldn’t get hurt. When everyone was chanting “MARCOS DIKTADOR, HINDI BAYANI!” I couldn’t join them. I managed a faint line. I don’t get it, I was there fighting, but why was I shy? I know the cause. I am dismayed. Why was I shy?

I hope I wasn’t there just for the hype.

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