Thursday, January 13, 2011

D E S I D E R A T A

HUMAYO kang mapayapa sa gitna ng ingay at pagmamadali, at alalahanin mo kung anong kapayapaan mayroon sa katahimikan. Hangga’t maaari, ng walang pagsuko, maging mabuti ang pakikitungo mo sa lahat ng tao. Ipahayag mo ang iyong katotohanan ng tahimik at buong linaw; at makinig ka sa iba, maging sa mga kabagot-bagot at mangmang; sila man ay mayroon ding sariling salaysay. 

IWASAN mo ang maiingay at mapupusok na tao; sila ay mga pang-inis sa isip. Kung ihahambing mo ang 
iyong sarili sa iba, maaari kang maging palalo o may sama ng loob, sapagka’t lagi na’y mayroong mas nakahihigit at mas nakabababang mga tao kaysa sa iyo.

MASIYAHAN ka sa iyong mga nakamtan gayundin sa iyong mga balakin. Manatili kang interesado sa iyong sariling hanapbuhay, gaano man kababa; Ito’y isang tunay na pag-aari sa pabago-bagong kapalaran ng panahon. 

GAWIN mo nag pag-iingat sa iyong mga gawaing pangkalakal, sapagka’t ang daigdig ay tigib ng panlilinlang. Subali’t huwag mo itong bayaang bumulag sa iyo sa kung anong kabutihan ang mayroon dito; maraming tao ang nagpupunyagi tungo sa matataas na hangarin, at kahit saan ang buhay ay puno ng kabayanihan. 

IKAW ay maging ikaw. Lalo’t higit ay huwag mong dayain ang pagmamahal. O ‘di kaya’y maging mapag-alinlangan ka tungkol sa pag-ibig; sapagka’t sa harap ng lahat ng kahugkagan at pagkasuklam, ito’y kasing-tatag ng mga damo.

Tanggapin mo ng may kagandahang loob ang payo ng mga taon, buong kagitingang isinusuko ang mga bagay ng kabataan. Alagaan mo ang lakas ng pag-iisip upang ipananggalang laban sa madidilim na kaisipan. Marami sa mga pangamba ay hatid ng pagod at kalungkutan. Sa kabila ng isang mabuting disiplina, maging mahinahon ka. 

IKAW ay anak ng sanlibutan, hindi hamak kaysa mga puno at mga bituin; may karapatan kang maparito. At maging ito man ay malinaw o hindi sa iyo, walang alinlangan na ang sanlibutan ay umiinog gaya ng nararapat nitong gawin. Kung gayon, maging mapayapa ka sa piling ng Diyos, anuman ang iyong pananaw tungkol sa Kanya. At anuman ang iyong mga pagpapagal at mithiin, sa maingay na 
kalituhan ng buhay, pamalagiin mo ang kapayapaan sa iyong kaluluwa.

SA KABILA ng kanyang mga pagkukunwari, pagkaalipin at gumuhong mga pangarap, ito’y isa pa ring magandang daigdig. Maging maingat ka. Pagsumikapan mong maging maligaya.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

A Public Explanation

(Published on Bicol Mail, December 30, 2010)

When I signed the public apology prepared by Mr. Jose V. Barrameda, Jr. printed in local newspapers I rest with the thought that this concluded a controversy which erupted due to his complaints regarding some information in my books allegedly lifted from his previous publications. What that public apology amounted to was my admission that “I have not given adequate and proper citations” to his works. It was therefore, a technical lapse and not of any malicious act intended to deprive him of his credits, a fact he himself acknowledged. The urging of friends and family who read the apology to render an explanation publicly compelled me to break my silence. I write this not to take offense at Mr. Barrameda but only to provide clarification, no more, no less.

When I learned that Mr. Jose Barrameda Jr., made some insinuations in a forum at the Ateneo de Naga on December 14, 2010 that some information in my works,Canaman Through Four Centuries and The Lady of the Cimarrones were lifted from his three previously published books, Canaman Through the CenturiesThe Crucible and The Lady of Peña de Francia, I went over to these books and tried to locate these specific contentious information as exhaustively as possible.

What immediately struck me on the Canaman book was the strong similarity between his title and mine. The titles sound similar indeed, but my title emphasizing 4 centuries was actually suggested by some of the town’s officials and the historical organization who wanted the long period of history of the town to be the central theme. But what escaped my thought was its similarity to the one earlier published by Mr. Barrameda. Had I noticed it at the time of the preparation, I would have offered the group a more mellifluous title so as not to arouse undue suspicion to jeopardize the integrity of the work. But it was certainly an oversight.

There were probably other omissions but the truth was I included pertinent references to his book such as in pages 83 and 84. All his two books, on Canaman and on the war, were listed in my Bibliography. The possibility of similar information intersecting between my book and his was obviously great. But this by no means indicates that mine were copied from him. Granted that some information manifested strong resemblance even in their presentation in the narrative drawing suspicion of having been lifted, this does not imply that I could not have access to them. Being a native of Canaman, with both paternal and maternal line among the original residents of this town, I am also familiar with its history, not only from oral, but even bibliographic and archival sources. For six times I went to Spain, one of the archival sources I focused my research on was Canaman. All in all, I have at least twenty boxes of rare historical manuscripts at home.

The problem, I admit, came from the absence of the traditional source reference or notation. When I wrote the book, I felt no need to indicate the specific sources since it was not intended for scholars but for ordinary readers interested in the narrative. Likewise, while it is a part of the traditional canon for research to cite sources, it is impossible, if not unreasonable for even the most meticulous scholar to produce citation for every information or else he ends up with a book of endnotes than a substantive narrative. In fact, modern historians today like Lawrence Bergreen, a Harvard historian who wrote on the Magellan expedition and Samuel Eliot Morison in his book, The European Discovery of America have already done away with specific citations of sources but replaced it with a more generalized bibliographic essay.

I may not have an extensive testimonial materials which Mr. Barrameda had in theCrucible but I have at least two boxes of primary documents from cryptic intelligence reports to maps drawn for aerial assaults of the Allied planes from where I mainly culled my data for the wartime narrative. The displays in the small museum on the second floor of the Ateneo de Naga Library dominated by World War II memorabilia are exclusively from my collection. That I have a substantial knowledge of World War II materials was affirmed by Mr. Barrameda himself who categorically acknowledged in the same book his indebtedness to me for leading him in the course of research to documentary sources and living informants. In fact, the cover picture in that book given to me by Juan Q. Miranda was among the historical materials I shared with him, which he also failed to acknowledge. Furthermore, the key players in the unit were my uncles, Juan Q. Miranda, Mamerto Sibulo, Elias Madrid (my mother is Madrid from San Nicolas, Canaman, birthplace of the guerilla organization), Gregorio Fortaleza, Andres Fortaleza, the Rosales brothers, etc.

The Lady of the Cimarrones was written primarily to fulfill my vow to Ina for miraculously saving my one–year-old daughter from an otherwise fatal fall on the eve of the fluvial procession! But it was also written for the Tercentenary celebration in which I was a part of a group organized by Msgr. Romulo Vergara to undertake research on its history in Spain. After more than two years of working on the documents, I still saw structural gaps in the narrative and thus, as the Peñafrancia festivities were already underway, I was still working on the editing. With limited time, I was apprehensive to print it and contemplated postponing its launching after the celebration. But the Archbishop and Msgr. Vergara, who adjudged this as the most scholarly written on the subject, so far, provided me the encouragement to print even with limited copies in view of possible editorial revisions. Given the limited time for editing, I already expected some lapses.

Going over the content, I found out few quotations from Mr. Barrameda’s English translation of the 1866 Gainza text were included in Chapter Four specifically those on pages 55 and 58. But placing them within quotation marks and with the large paragraph indented, were sufficient indications that I attributed them to another source, showing I had no intention to conceal and deliberately appropriate them as mine. Likewise, full credit to his work was given in the bibliography. In most of these phrases, the primary source, Gainza, was cited but unfortunately omitted Mr. Barrameda, the translator. But in other Chapters, such as those in pages 63 and 65, citations for his work appeared. How I wish I could cite every information from Mr. Barrameda but their omission was certainly unintentional, a lapsus memoriae, as I was shifting from several translations, Bicol, Spanish and Mr. Barrameda’s English translation. One must see the volumes of 17th and 18th centuries Spanish documents in undecipherable paleography I was working with to commiserate with my profession as a scholar on Spanish colonial history. This, actually made me think: What made Mr. Barrameda’s translation so special to risk a legal threat by lifting them when I could simply translate them myself even from the Spanish, the language I believed used by Gainza before it was translated to Bicol in 1866.

Having discovered lapses, I immediately phoned him early the next day (Dec. 15, 2010) and profusely apologized. I was expecting he would be considerate and forgiving with my lapses as in the past I was also generous with my materials. Appealing to him to settle the matter as quietly as possible without resorting to legal battle, Mr. Barrameda agreed on condition I make a public apology to be published in local newspapers. My wife who was listening in our phone conversation on the extension line could attest to this. I did not mind making the apology whose deadline was set at 4 pm. since I acknowledged my unintentional omissions and wished no quarrel with anyone. At 4 pm I went to his residence and presented him a signed two-sentence public apology briefly admitting my omissions to give “adequate and proper citations” to his works thereby causing the impressions that they have been appropriated as mine. But Mr. Barrameda told me to return on Monday, December 20, for him to study the content for publication. 

Waking up on Monday morning, December 20, with severe cold and fever I phoned Mr. Barrameda to postpone the deadline the next day which he agreed. I went to his house late afternoon in Tuesday (December 21) and immediately asked about my fever to which I replied, “still feeling weak.” Considering my condition, I told him I could not stay long as it was also getting dark on that rainy afternoon. As a gesture of my sincerity I had provided him with the remaining 15 copies of The Lady of the Cimarrones, to enable him to comb over the contentious texts and likewise ask him to provide me a copy indicating those which had been purportedly lifted. Before I left, Mr. Barrameda presented me what turned out to be his own version of the public apology, expecting two or three copies for distribution to few newspapers but there were more or less twenty of them! Sensing my quizzical response, he assured me they were only reserve copies. Wanting to expedite the settlement of the issue soon, I acquiesced. Teary-eyed and uncomfortable due to fever, I struggled reading through the texts as I also forgot my pair of eyeglasses. Mr. Barrameda again assured me that although it was longer than the previous draft, the substance was almost the same. Trusting his words and beating the deadline he imposed, I gave up any attempt to make a thorough reading and signed the apology. Besides, I felt that any effort to edit the texts he drafted was useless since he always reiterated that it would only be published if the content conformed to his ideas.

My wife was somewhat disturbed when I presented my copy at home, as there were words which she believed were inappropriate such as “I plagiarized” and others with incriminating and damaging implications. More confusing was that, although I signed the apology on the 20th, Mr. Barrameda had prepared his own version of the apology as early as December 15, as evident in the date indicated. Having gone through the texts myself and regretful, I tried to contact friends who could help repair the damage. But early in the afternoon two concerned individuals informed me that Mr. Barrameda was at City Hall distributing copies to some officials, even posting a copy at the Library before they came out of print, something we never agreed upon nor ever discussed. Few days later, Mr. Barrameda was already in the radio station.

Looking back at the event, which was among the most harrowing experiences in my life, it was beyond the stretch of my imagination that someone would come accusing me with the infringement on his work, particularly in the field of history and the humanities where I have invested a large portion of my life and my resources. I went to a thorough training in the humanities as an undergraduate and graduate student at the Ateneo de Manila and my doctorate at the University of the Philippines. My work as a Ph.D. Student in Philippine culture and history was marked by diligence and scholarly commitment confirmed by being a consistent honor student, capped by the conferral in 1998 of the Chancellor’s Award as one of the Most Outstanding Graduate Students of the University of the Philippines. My 500 page dissertation written in a span of ten years was awarded as “the most outstanding dissertation in the Philippine Studies for the first part of the Third Millennium.” I have devoted half of my life doing archival researches, including six trips to Spain combing the various archives in Madrid, Seville, Salamanca, Toledo, and Segovia including the cities of Rome and Amsterdam poring through their Filipiniana sources. Far from being a mere expert on Bicol history I have presented papers before eminent scholars in Philippine and Southeast Asian history in conferences in Europe such as in Madrid, Naples and Amsterdam as well as in the University of Asia and the Pacific, the Ateneo de Manila, and in the Embassy of Spain in the Philippines on topics ranging from early Spanish migrations, the Magellan expedition to the more complicated theoretical discourses in historiography. My articles were either printed or quoted in prestigious publications here and abroad such as in the 2001 edition of the Consejo Superior de Investigaciones Cientificas in Madrid, the Cambridge History of Christianity in Southeast Asia, Instituto de Cervantes’ 1998 Cuaderno de Historias and in many other works of eminent scholars, Filipinos, Europeans and Americans. I invite readers to do an exhaustive search in Google and Yahoo to verify this. I do not think I would ever compromise my reputation for whatever merit may come from deliberately lifting few treasured information from Mr. Barrameda or from anybody. Finally it must be remembered that if authors truly write with a noble mission, then they must be forgiving with the mistakes and omissions of those sharing the same mission, or they became suspect to espousing less noble purposes. As producers of knowledge, we write not only for ourselves but for the society, today and onward to posterity. Nonetheless, I still wish to apologize to Mr. Barrameda and pray that the issue ends here.

Happy New Year!!! 

Danilo M. Gerona, Ph.D.
30 December 2010

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The next person who asks me when I’m getting married will get punched

By Pam Pastor
Philippine Daily Inquirer

How’s this for a New Year’s resolution? Stop asking single people when they’re getting hitched
THE NEXT person who asks me when I’m getting married will get punched in the face. Seriously.

The regular person faces a lot of stress during the holiday season—there are gifts to buy, gifts to wrap, traffic to sit through, parties to go to, reunions to prepare for, food to cook, calories to count—but the unmarried person has to go through one more: dodging that stupid question.

“When are you getting married?”

It happens all the time. At parties, at family gatherings, in your own home, whenever you bump into someone you haven’t seen in a long time. And it’s not just me. Other unmarried friends go through the same thing. And it doesn’t even matter if we’re in relationships or not; they just keep asking the question, like we can just decide tomorrow that we want to throw on a white dress and sashay down that aisle.

And the question comes from all kinds of people—relatives, family friends, old friends, new friends, even virtual strangers.

We’ve exhausted all kinds of answers, from tongue-in-cheek to downright rude.

“Bukas.”

“Sakit lang ng ulo yan.”

“Bakit, ikaw ba magbabayad?”

“When I grow up.”

“When Brad leaves Angelina.”

“After your daughter does.”

“When the voices in my head stop.”

“I already am—to my laptop.”

“I’m waiting until I get pregnant.”

“The thought of waking up next to the same person makes me wanna throw up and cry.”

“And live like you? Never.”

“When I’m done with therapy.”

“When you stop asking me that question.”

But we’re done with just laughing it off.

I don’t know what Emily Post book you’re reading, but “When are you getting married?” is not an acceptable alternative to “How are you?” (Neither is “Ang taba mo ngayon!” but that deserves another article entirely.)

I don’t know why you think it’s okay.

Has this line become your official conversation starter? Is this your idea of small talk? Do you have nothing else to say to me? Do you honestly want to know? Are you that bored with your own life? Why do you want to know?

Are you buying my wedding cake? Do you want to be the first to run to Rustan’s for my gift registry? Are you dying to be my ninang?

I’m 30 and have no dreams of wearing a veil and sending out lacy invitations. I don’t fantasize about picking ring bearers and flower girls. I don’t stock up on bridal magazines. I have no secret list of bridesmaids in my head. That does not give anyone the right to pry into my life.

I don’t ask you why you and your wife still don’t have kids. I don’t ask when your husband will stop cheating on you. I don’t ask if you are going through menopause. I don’t ask when you will stop drinking. I don’t ask if your boobs are real. I don’t ask when you last went to the dentist. Stop asking when I’m getting married.

It’s annoying, it’s intrusive and it may get you physically injured.

So don’t. For the love of God and all things white and shiny, stop asking. Stop asking if I’m getting married, stop asking when I’m getting married. Because even if I were, you wouldn’t be invited.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

Hi!

I know and I am truly convinced that I've been a very NICE girl for this year except of course when sometimes I would lose my patience on things and I would suddenly turn into SHREK. However, regardless of the inevitable transformation, my heart and thoughts remained pure. I know that it's too early for me to be writing you letter but I just want to make sure my letter gets to you. I just can imagine a number of kids sitting in front of their parents' laptop, typing some sweet ol' letter similar to mine. However, I think my letter is more urgent than theirs because first off, I'm older than them and second, I don't know if you'd understand but the urgency is like seeing a 'SALE' sign in front of Prima Donna or Celine and you just can't help yourself but say 'OMG! (imitating Kat's accent) The Shoes are On Sale, this is an Emergency!', it's that urgent and most importantly, I think that it would take a number of your elves to work on my wishlist. So, here's my Christmas Wishlist:

1. Canon DSLR (for me and Tim, I know how to share Santa *puppy eyes*) 
2. Canon DSLR (for Deejay, she'll love you for the rest of her life)
3. Canon DSLR (for Errol, he needs the cam for our Photography lessons) 
4. Canon DSLR (for Pepitow, he looks really good when he has a DSLR hanging over his neck) 
5. Canon DSLR (for Law, he can do all the tricks with the cam and he needs it when he teaches me how to take photos)
6. Canon DSLR (for Japsee and Len, they love taking pictures, that explains all)
7. Canon DSLR (for Kuya Mund, he needs it too, badly =) )

You see Santa, I'm not selfish, I'm a kind girl who's willing to share her blessings to everyone who needs the blessing. So please Santa, in case my brother (calling Mark Angelo Dihiansan) is your instrument for making my wish come true, then so be it, I would not contest your will. I hope to hear from you soon, maybe before December? =)

Thank you for reading my letter Santa. 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Letter from Dad

My Child,

You may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1
I know when you sit down and when you rise up.  Psalm 139:2
I am familiar with all your ways.  Psalm 139:3
Even the very hairs on your head are numbered.  Matthew 10:29-31
For you were made in my image.  Genesis 1:27
In me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28
For you are my offspring.  Acts 17:28
I knew you even before you were conceived.  Jeremiah 1:4-5
I chose you when I planned creation.  Ephesians 1:11-12
You were not a mistake,  for all your days are written in my book.  Psalm 139:15-16
I determined the exact time of your birth  and where you would live.  Acts 17:26
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.  Psalm 139:14
I knit you together in your mother's womb.  Psalm 139:13
And brought you forth on the day you were born.  Psalm 71:6
I have been misrepresented  by those who don't know me. John 8:41-44
I am not distant and angry,  but am the complete expression of love.  1 John 4:16
And it is my desire to lavish my love on you.  1 John 3:1
Simply because you are my child  and I am your Father.  1 John 3:1
I offer you more than your earthly father ever could.  Matthew 7:11
For I am the perfect father.  Matthew 5:48
Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand.  James 1:17
For I am your provider and I meet all your needs.  Matthew 6:31-33
My plan for your future has always been filled with hope.  Jeremiah 29:11
Because I love you with an everlasting love.  Jeremiah 31:3
My thoughts toward you are countless  as the sand on the seashore. Psalms 139:17-18
And I rejoice over you with singing.  Zephaniah 3:17
I will never stop doing good to you.  Jeremiah 32:40
For you are my treasured possession.  Exodus 19:5
I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul.  Jeremiah 32:41
And I want to show you great and marvelous things.  Jeremiah 33:3
If you seek me with all your heart,  you will find me.  Deuteronomy 4:29
Delight in me and I will give you  the desires of your heart.  Psalm 37:4
For it is I who gave you those desires.  Philippians 2:13
I am able to do more for you  than you could possibly imagine.  Ephesians 3:20
For I am your greatest encourager.  2 Thessalonians 2:16-17
I am also the Father who comforts you  in all your troubles.  2 Corinthians 1:3-4
When you are brokenhearted,  I am close to you.  Psalm 34:18
As a shepherd carries a lamb,  I have carried you close to my heart.  Isaiah 40:11
One day I will wipe away  every tear from your eyes.  Revelation 21:3-4
And I'll take away all the pain  you have suffered on this earth. Revelation 21:3-4
I am your Father, and I love you  even as I love my son, Jesus. John 17:23
For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed.  John 17:26
He is the exact representation of my being.  Hebrews 1:3
He came to demonstrate that I am for you,  not against you.  Romans 8:31
And to tell you that I am not counting your sins. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19
Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled.  2 Corinthians 5:18-19
His death was the ultimate expression  of my love for you.  1 John 4:10
I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love.  Romans 8:31-32
If you receive the gift of my son Jesus,  you receive me.  1 John 2:23
And nothing will ever separate you  from my love again. Romans 8:38-39
Come home and I'll throw the biggest party  heaven has ever seen. Luke 15:7
I have always been Father,  and will always be Father. Ephesians 3:14-15
My question is… Will you be my child?  John 1:12-13
I am waiting for you.  Luke 15:11-32


Love,
Your Dad, Almighty God