We stood by the side road of the South SuperHighway for hours, my neighbors and I. When the cortege passed by we climbed up the cyclone fence to see the flag draped casket better. There was a wiry young man on the flatbed truck waving a Philippine flag. The flag looked heavy. They say he subsequently disappeared. Is this true? I went home thinking, “Aah, so this is how it is.”
My ribs felt like bursting, my chest was full of a new feeling. It was my first ‘nation moment.’ I just turned 12.
(November 27, 1932 – August 21, 1983)
Magallanes/South Superhighway photo by my childhood neighbor Tessa Brodeth.