Staying Alive

Today we mark the 22nd death anniversary of Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino.

For some, Ninoy is just that face on the Philippine 500 peso bill. For Makati people, he is that statue over the corner of Ayala Avenue and Paseo de Roxas, an overused symbol for "pakikibaka, " whether paid pakikibaka or not. For others, he was something of a foolish idealist, a savior for quite a few, a threat for a handful others. Like JFK's, his death was a milestone for Pinoys.

"Where were you when Ninoy was killed in the Manila International Airport?" His death was a defining moment for many, a catalyst for action, for change. For apathetic Pinoys, his death was just another shooting spree at a time when "tactical interrogation" meant "desaparecido". Personally, his name always conjures an image akin to myths and legends.

Ninoy's oft-quoted words were "The Filipino is worth dying for." I wonder if anyone of our politicians can actually utter these words with utter conviction now. My guess would be they would rather stay alive.