Filipinos’ Pacquiao

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(Photo creditL  nowtheendbegins)
(Photo creditL nowtheendbegins)

It is the pang of treachery, the venom reserved for traitors and murderers. It is to take away more than money earned through blood, sweat and tears, literally. It is to take the glory of victory, the genuine gratitude of a people forlorn, the sweetness of happiness shared. It maybe true that he owes taxes, millions of them. It maybe his knowing fault or some unjustified assertion of entitlement. Or just an “up yours” to the BIR.

Still, one wonders how can a legal tax matter be a demolition job directed to the most famous and successful Filipino of the present times. How a man of the lowliest origins who reached the highest peak through bare knuckle struggle and indomitable desire, bringing pride and hope to his people, be vilified. How can the government of thieves, cheats, nincompoops and inutiles, one that each Filipino damns to hell, be suddenly virginal, pure and unsullied demanding what the law dictates? That yes, he maybe famous and successful but he broke the law.

So what about those who broke the tax law before him? Lucio Tan, those businessmen, those Senators, those Congressmen, those Presidents, those Secretaries, those Generals? Have they been brought to justice and paid their due? And what pride and hope did they deliver to the Filipino people like Pacquiao did?

America deserved the taxes because it was she that provided the opportunity for him to earn the millions. What did the Philippines provide? The land he was born on, other than the dirt he found himself in, provided nothing. Not the education he learned on the streets, not the cardboard shelters of his homelessness, not the food he begged for, not the kindness of strangers. Taxes were to pay for the services and benefits one obtained from his country and government. Other than he was born a Filipino, what did he get?

Pacquiao deserves to be treated like a national treasure as he is. No one in the boxing world will never duplicate what he has done. Long after his gloves have been retired and he, a mere shadow of who he was, the world will still remember the man who rose from abject poverty and hopelessness to become the only 8 weight division Champion. And he is a Filipino.

We as a people have a unique way of honoring our heroes. Filipinos under the command of the Spaniards shot Rizal to death as a traitor. Bonifacio was executed by Filipinos under Aguinaldo’s revolutionary government. Gregorio del Pilar was killed because a Filipino showed the Americans the undefended passage. Many more would succumb to the same fate.

It is too late for those heroes. It is not too late for Pacquiao. We as a people must stop murdering and vilifying those who make us proud. We are running out of them.

About danmeljim

Born in Binmaley, Pangasinan. Grew up in Galas, Quezon City. A graduate of PMA Class of 1977, married to the only woman he has ever loved who bore him 2 daughters and a son. All wonderful human beings. These thoughts reflect the search that one day will end. And that the greatest failure is the one never attempted. Life and other non-essentials as viewed from afar yet always with an open mind.