Manindigan: The Nightmare that was Martial Law
by Jose Ma. Edito K. Tirol
Martial Law was born six months before I was. So if we were both students, so to speak, we would probably have ended up as batchmates. However, as much as I would like to think I know who I am now, I doubt that Martial Law so long ago would recognize what it has become today, to have persisted beyond anyone’s expectations, including its own.
The trouble with Martial Law is that although it has only one true father, Ferdinand Marcos, it has many godparents, in the form of those who conspired to set it in motion, and later, those who kept it growing stronger and more terrible, encouraging it with hubris and entitlement, and letting it gorge on the bodies of the innocent and victimizing thousands more with torture, rape, and trauma. And amidst the silence and fear of the ordinary Filipino, Martial Law became a weapon of abuse against the weak, an opportunity for self-enrichment for the greedy, and a channel of disinformation for those who wished to keep their crimes hidden. But even when Martial Law was nominally ended in 1981, and more properly dismantled in 1986, Martial Law has never quite left our midst. It is hard to speak of the exile of the monster, much less the slaying of the ghost, when the architects still remain in our midst, and the beneficiaries continue to live off the the wealth that never rightly belonged to them.
In fact, over the last thirty years the children and grandchildren of Martial Law like to encourage lies about their father’s history, inventing new lies, recreating and rewriting narratives that never existed, yet easily swallowed by the gullible, or by those desperate to forget what really happened.
“This is why we beg the question if Martial Law ever truly left, or remains lurking in our midst, not just the bogeyman told to frighten children, but a true beast waiting to be summoned by its followers and high priests, to once more prey on the unwary, and if we are all not careful, devour us all for good.”
This is why we beg the question if Martial Law ever truly left, or remains lurking in our midst, not just the bogeyman told to frighten children, but a true beast waiting to be summoned by its followers and high priests, to once more prey on the unwary, and if we are all not careful, devour us all for good. The tragedy facing us today is that we never understood what Martial Law really did to us thirty-one years ago, because we were too afraid to really face the beast. Perhaps this is so because we did not want to see the beast among us and within us. Perhaps we were too afraid to remember, and in so doing, if we are not careful, allow it to creep back, in new subtle forms, taking out one-by-one those who could prevent its return, while convincing the majority that it had never brought harm before, but only the facade of law and order.
What I fear the most, and the anniversary has come upon us once more, is that if Martial Law were to be unleashed upon us once more, we will all be to blame the second time around.
For we refused to listen to the cries of those we have lost, refused to learn to the stories that needed to be told, refused to remember the story of us, the nightmare that was Martial Law.