Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Rabbit Republic


PDI had a report last week showing a Philippine population of 88.57 millions as of 1 August 2007. Currently, we are now the 12th most populous country in the world, based on a quick look at international survey reports on the web. Pinas is second to Indonesia's 232, 998, 000 (wikipedia; the southeast asian list gives a Philippine pop of 90m) and larger than Vietnam which has been historically more populated. This runs disproportionate to the world's (only) 42nd largest economy, though the traditional tally of gross domestic product does not reveal how the people really enjoy the benefits of their country's--their very own, to be exact--product and services output. We all feel it: the increasingly heavier traffic, noise, pollution and the more pressing concerns of mothers and children's health and the kind of future each one is going to give to the next generation.

I remember the Fibonnacci sequence lesson in math that shows rabbit population doubling with each pair. This is akin to the rapid growth of our population that eats up on fast depleting resources. A ballooning population does not mean that 'malilibog ang mga Pilipino' (it is a given!), it only shows that the government fails to manage its population! Yes, we need to address graft and corruption; yes, the problems of government inefficiency and inutility. But these are all tied up to the nation's population management program that largely concerns reproductive health. Up to now, the national administration only supports natural family planning method that is proven to be ineffective. The most seriously burdened by this problem are the poor, the overwhelming majority! Uuwi sa bahay ang lalake o ang mag-asawa, magtatalik, tapos magbubuntis ang babae kahit hindi na nila ito gusto at kita namang hindi na kaya. This happens because modern methods are not provided to those who need it most. Local government units are left to administer their respective constituents' needs; that is, promote the artifical and more effective methods with themselves parrying the Catholic Church's opposition. I think that the proposal to adopt the rhythm method is hypocritical on the part of the religious for it then allows sex without human reproduction, only that the biological limit--perceived to be natural and the religious/spiritual--is utilized. It is just the same - sex without babies. Sino'ng niloloko?! Only that this is just a myth, according to doctors, reason why our population now mimics the rabbit pack. The Playboy image should use the Philippine map instead on its succeeding releases.

They say that the nation's middle class is expanding, but only in terms of numbers because other government studies show that this class is gradually shrinking in proportion in the national total. Good news: the middle class now plan their families better than before, starting with limiting the number of kids. Bad news: the poor now rapidly increases its numbers faster than the rest of the classes and greater than the national total population increase. Visit the urban poor areas and you see that babies are born almost every day. They also abound with teenage moms and dads.

2:20 am
23 april 2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Across the Universe


Just watched Across the Universe. Jen and I bought the musical a month ago when we went with Glen and Camille to the sultanate of quiapo to eat that quintessential halal chicken (we ate in the new eateries that don't have those chicks anymore) and bought DVDs afterward. The moview is awesome! I guess one is always under the shadow of the Beatles's wings even in watching the film four decades after the presumptive context. It will take time to think over the politics of its aesthetics as it just seems to have made the social and cultural temper of the times as a kind of set in the staging of emotional Beatlemania. But man, the visuals are astounding! One sees the paper mache higantes used during the anti-war protest that turn into carnival figures when the youngsters went into the haven of spiritual retreat. Particularly moving is Let It Be where Lucy learns of her first boyfriend's death juxtaposed with the murder of a black child singing the song amidst the riot. I Want You shows Max Corrigan's drafted into the war akin to an assembly-line manufacturing of youth into soldiers of war. Later on this would be defaced in Strawberry Fields as Jude's attempt to draw still life falls apart, strawberries marvelously transfigured to bombs pelting Vietnam. And there is direct irony here in that one understands that the specialized art of making still life runs contrary to the anarchic turn of events in the East and at home. And the soldiers do look menacing as they also look eerie in dancing the draftees into war with their masked faces. The boys then, in a kind of fantasy, bring liberty's statue to the tropics. Still another good singing is the chaos/fight scene (running all throughout the film) in Revolution where Jude mocks Lucy's involvement in a 'radical' group as he staves off any extra-personal/individual commitment. Come to think of it: the bastard leaves England to meet his father and got sucked up in America's quandary that paves way for the film's eventual unfolding. The story will remain in my mind for days.

5:17 am
16 April 2008

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

rap...takatak...wowowee!

Sa biyahe patungong Timog Katagalugan: palabas ang Wowowee.

Paminsan-minsan lang akong nakakapanood ng lunchtime tv program. At kung manonood ay paborito ko ang Eat Bulaga!. Patok pa rin kasi ang mga hirit ni Joey de Leon. Magagaling magpadaloy ng programa ang hosts. At nando'n din si Michael V, na medyo tahimik. Kalabisan para sa akin ang wowowee: sobrang ingay, sobrang likot, sobrang iyakan at tawanan at nakakapanggalit ang kanilang pag-alipusta sa masa para lamang makakuha ng atensyon. Pero hindi lamang sa mga mahihirap at sinasabing mga walang-pinag-aralan malakas humatak ang palabas na ito; maraming mga mayayaman at may mga naabot din naman sa buhay, gaya ng mga Pinoy abroad, na masugid na tagapanood ng show ni Willie Revillame.

Contestants nang tanghaling makapanood ako ang mga takatak (cigarette vendor) boys. Bahagi na ng programa ang pag-alam sa background ng mga kalahok; dito nga lamang eh medyo itinutuloy ang pagtatanong sa mga personal na trobol nila. Kailangang madrama...hindi ka lang dukha...dinudusta pa...'yong isang bata tinanong tungkol sa mga magulang - patay na pala ang nanay niya, ang dahilan: iniwan sila ng tatay, nagkasakit ang nanay at namatay... 'yong isa naman sinabing tinanong kung taga-saan siya, sumagot na taga-Tondo at kupal pang humirit na maraming tsismoso sa kanila...at ang isa eh hiniling na magpakita naman ang magulang na namatay na, kausapin daw siya, sabihin ang dahilan kung bakit sila nilisan. Magkasalimbayan ang extreme comedy at drama sa wowowee. Matatawa ka sa witty na hirit ng player at maiiyak din sa tila wala nang hihigit pang kaapihan na dinaranas nila. Sa talent part, kakanta at sasayaw ang contestant na paraan na rin upang ibsan ang mga hinanakit sa mismong sandali ng kasikatang inilalaan sa kanila.

Sa wowowee nga lamang, pinalalabnaw ang nabubuo nang emosyon ng mga tagapakinig at tagapanood. Ang mass medium ng telebisyon ay may kapangyarihang kumalap ng simpatiya, na maaaring tumungo sa pagbuwag ng pagitan 'natin' at 'nila'. Na sana'y hindi lamang pagbibigay ng donasyon ng audience/mayayaman at naaawang Pinoy ang maisasagawa. Ito kasi ay konsolasyon lamang: na ang mga nagbibigay ay ituturing na mabuti pa ang kanilang kalagayan pagkatapos malaman ang abang kalagayan ng iba at dahil dito'y makararamdam ng pagpapala dahil pinagpapala nila ang iba. Kasama sa pagbalong ng luha ang katiyakang ayos naman pala ang lahat...tuloy ang palabas.

Ang tiyak: kumita ang mga taong nasa likod ng palabas. Itong kalagayang madala sa nakalulungkot na kuwentong ibinabahagi ng mass media ay dulot ng kagyat na ugnay ng ating karanasan din ng pighati at kahirapan. Sa pagitan ng contestant at madla, wala tayong pinagkaiba. Sa isang banda'y maaaring pinanonood lamang natin ang ating mga sarili. Malaking negosyo ito! Pagkatapos umiyak, sasayaw at kakanta si Willie, kikita nang malaki, at mambababae. Alalahaning may apektibong dimensiyon ang pasismo. At siguro'y metodolohiya nito ang pagkudlit sa napakalambot na kaibuturan ng ating puso (at budhi?) upang pakilusin tayo sa iisang tungo. 'yon nga lang, ang tunguhin bang ito'y mag-iimbestiga sa malalim na dahilan ng pagdanas ng karukhaan? 'yon bang mag-iisa sa watak-watak na karanasan ng pagkadusta? O iha-hyper ang ating emosyon (galit! lungkot! awa!) para lamang sa lubos na kaluwalhatian ng mga kapitalista?

Wowowee, sino'ng hindi mawiwili?!

2 Abril 2008

Sunday, March 9, 2008

EDSA 1986

May photography exhibit sa Riverbanks Marikina na hinabol ko ang last day kanina. Hindi naman masyado nakakapanghinayang dahil nakita ko na ang photos sa ilang mga publikasyon. Tinatanggal na ng mga manggagawa ang photos nang dumating ako. Palaging napapanahon ang mga eksibit na katulad nito, right timing sa isang lipunang madalas may pinaaalis sa poder. Ang kapansin-pansin ay ang focus sa mga lider ng bansa -- mula kay Macoy, Enrile, Ramos at Ver hanggang kina Cory, Erap at ngayo'y pinapatalsik na si GMA -- pagbibigay-kahulugan sa people power sa pamamagitan ng pag-aalis mismo sa taumbayan ng kanilang kapangyarihan. Habang ginagamit ang liwanag ng sining at teknolohiya ng potograpiya upang maliwanagan tayo sa mga makasaysayang usapin, kasabay namang pinalalabo ang papel ng mamamayan sa pagbabagong panlipunan. Anino o suporta lamang ang mga tao sa pag-aaway ng mga nasa puwesto; hindi sila ang gumagawa ng desisyon bagkus ay pinapakilos lamang batay sa ilang mga interes na sinasabing lantay na repleksyon din ng kanilang mithiin. At dahil sa 'official photo exhibit' ito ng Spirit of EDSA Foundation at EDSA Power Commission, makikita ang katotohanang ang opisyal na kasaysayan ng EDSA ay ang tema ng naturang mga gawa ng potograpong si Sonny Camarillo: 'kung walang labanan at walang bangayan, uunlad na ang bayan'. Sa mga litrato ng EDSA, pagsumikapan nating makagawa ng naratolohiya ng pag-aalsa. Mga litratong magsasakasaysayan ng pagkilos para angkinin ang kapangyarihang kamtin ang pag-unlad at kaakibat na makataong pamumuhay. Kapangyarihan itong tayo ang magpapasya at magsasakatuparan ng walang katapusang rebolusyong papatid sa normal na daloy ng ating madilim na kasaysayan.

9 Marso 2008

Friday, February 8, 2008

More Images from 'Maus'





Images from 'Maus'






Of Mice and Murder: Art Spiegelman's 'Maus'

Of Mice and Murder: Art Spiegelman’s Maus
Maus: A Survivor’s Tale by Pantheon Books of New York
Volume 1: My Father Bleeds History © 1986 and Volume 2: And Here My Troubles Began © 1991

Around mid-January I read with great absorption Art Spiegelman’s Maus. (Thanks to colleague Chong Ardivilla who lent his copies!) These are comic books comprising two volumes on the plight of the Jews in Nazi Europe. For quite a long time now I have been preoccupied with Jewish history. It is difficult to depict the viciousness that they went through; much more explain the specific ideological and political underpinnings of their oppression. Many who are concerned with the past and its representation take the Holocaust as the historical subject par excellence. There are scores of documents and millions had witnessed the genocidal campaign. Yet how can such a phenomenon be narrated and re-presented to the present generation when the suffering is said to be ‘unspeakable’ and ‘unexplainable’? This is compounded by the realization that a lot of those who witnessed were accomplices to the crime, ‘Hitler’s willing executioners’ according to Daniel Goldhagen. The Jews’ dogged persistence to survive bears out man’s constitution of bare life.

Maus is the story of Polish Jews who survived Nazi persecution. Vladek the survivor tells his family’s story to his son Artie, also the cartoonist (but not quite) Spiegelman. Artie/Art visits his father and conducts an interview for the comic book project that he is making. Oral history is rendered visual through comics.

Comic Representation and Suffering

The first problem a project such as Spiegelman’s encounters, and this is where conscious and erudite readers (as opposed to the mass) initially react to, is the representation of a serious and complex phenomenon as the Holocaust in a usually funny and flippant art form that is the comics. Here, drawings and text convolute to offer the reader an ‘honest-to-goodness storytelling’ of what happened to particular people during the most destructive war of recent history. I think a ‘high’ and complex history as that of the Holocaust rendered by an art form historically considered ‘low’ is sure to encounter disapproval. But the brilliance of Maus is precisely this: it struggles to tell a harrowing story (‘an epic story told in tiny pictures’ – new york times) in a form that reaches people who are averse to harrowing experiences. Comics and cartoons are usually for entertainment, almost exclusively tied to fun and leisure. It comes out of this challenge resolutely and critically affective.

It is indeed comic to see people imaged in animal forms: the Jews are mice, the Germans are cats, and the Poles are pigs and the others equally amusing (Americans as dogs, the French as frogs, Swedes as reindeers and the gypsy as a moth). Particular attention is given to the mice characterization. A Nazi-era German newspaper article given as an epigraph of Maus’s second volume refers to Mickey Mouse as the “most miserable ideal ever revealed” connected to the “Jewish brutalization of the [German] people.” The disease-carrying filthy vermin embodies the Jew, mankind’s plague according to Nazi anti-Semitism. A Jew is also a mouse in a sense that it is able to sneak out and steal food and fall prey to the carnivorous cats. Yet recall that the mouse type has always been used to lampoon people and criticize society. Remember Disney. Remember our Ikabod, Nonoy Marcelo’s naughty rat.

Another cool idea is the use of mask every time the characters assume another race’s identity. Whenever they are compelled to hide their Jewish identity, Vladek and his fellows wear Pole (pig) or German (cat) masks or even mouse masks. One perplexing example is the part when the cartoonist Artie is being interviewed on the success of Maus I, he and the people around him wear masks. Does the well-conditioned set-up of an interview reveal the artificiality of their identities? Are they pressured to perform racial categories as people see it fit? Why does this happen during the media interview, when the demands of commerce all the more inflect the reception of a very traumatic experience? (vol 2, 41-46) On page 41 of the second volume, one sees Artie atop so many dead bodies, his current success and predicament literally resting on the deaths of his fellow Jews. This is the burden of his history.

Maus is centered on Vladek’s survival but in each turn we set our eyes on sufferings from the people who have made the Jews’ extermination an unbreakable part of the campaign for European domination. In The War of the World, British historian Niall Ferguson pithily points out that one shocking atrocity of the Holocaust is that the Jews suffered from the hands of the very people who they grew up with, lived as neighbors, attended school and played with. It was as if the war ignited the hatred seething beneath the surface all along. Early in the story the Polish governess of Vladek’s household protested on the comment that Poles don’t need to be incited for anti-Semitism (37), later on this same governess rejected the Spiegelmans when they were looking for a place to stay (136). Spiegelman’s narrative art does not present Jewish condition in terms of the traditional rising and fall actions, with the climax at the middle; he imparts it to us in a fitful manner. We first learn of horror as an impending event, just round the corner, when Vladek relates the first time he saw the swastika (32) and hears stories of Jewish suffering in Germany, the pogroms, how they are forced to ‘sell’ their business and are insulted in public and how whole towns push them out (33). These are merely rumors that eventually befall their lives as unbelievably real as the renascent German nation conquers the east. People are licensed to kill Jews in the Reich, many were marched to the forest and there they were killed (61) and we also watched, as in movies, how creative the abuses were by making them sing, laughing at them (65). There was massive Aryan takeover of Jewish businesses (76) and they were relocated, with the spaces they vacated used by non-Jews for free (82); some, like those who engaged in the black market, were hanged in public to set example (83). Vladek’s wealthy friend Mandelbaum singularly exhibits the disparity from pre-war Jewish life as ‘but now, in Auschwitz, Mandelbaum was a mess’ with his uniform clothes and shoes too big for him and the beatings received from lost utensils (II: 29) Vladek also shares his observation of how one reacts like a dog when being shot – ‘how amazing it is that a human being reacts the same like this neighbor’s dog’ (II: 82) One feels sorrow combined with horror as the terror of punishment is revealed in the cut-out images of the chimney (II: 69, 25) and the details—discussed as though on a field trip to a heritage site—of gas chambers, the ovens (II: 70-71). Two graphic renditions of Vladek’s predicament were crafted creatively by Spiegelman, both dealing with directions, of how to move across space that rapidly encloses upon them: one night when going out to meet his friend, he sees Jews being beaten and he is confused whether to walk slowly or to run, whatever he does he will be attacked – he is shown standing on the star of David; past surviving in a bunker, Vladek and his wife Anja return to their town Sosnowiec only to ask, in a swastika-shaped road, ‘but where to go?!’ (125).

Racial Caricatures

Through Artie’s depiction of his father the reader’s pity on the Jewish condition is disturbed by Vladek’s attitude, the latter being the ‘racist caricature of a miserly old Jew’ (131). Similar to the old people of today who were hardened by war, Vladek saves on almost everything. He picks up the telephone wires he sees on the street (116), he saves the matches (II: 20) and gets tissues from and cheats on entering the hotel and the most embarrassing thing is when he returns groceries and buys out a refund by telling his sad condition (II: 89-90). Vladek gets to like his first wife Anja because she comes from a rich family and is always neat and clean with her stuff. He disapproves of Anja’s relation with a communist and insists that his wife must go her way (29). Oftentimes his second wife Mala, also a Jew survivor, is unfairly compared with Anja. In the concentration camp he is also averse to his Russian communist Jew supervisor. And to present the complicated character of racial tolerance, Vladek refuses to let a black guy hitch on their car, arguing that the colored man is a thief (II: 98-99). This merits the comment from Artie’s wife that Vladek’s behavior is similar to the Nazis’ treatment of Jews. When Germany was destroyed, Vladek and his friend are ‘happy’ to see Germans suffering – ‘let the Germans have a little what they did to the Jews’ (II: 130). The common portrayal of Germans as systematic and orderly is also evident in Maus. They account their prisoners very well (59) and they want everything neat and in good order, even the details of straw beds (II: 67). Again, from War of the World the incredible thing about Nazism, the paradigmatic modern political system of our time, is that it was a democratically elected regime using the most scientific methods in carrying out its criminal program. The Frankfurt School would criticize this Hitlerian legacy as an inextricable component of Enlightenment, sort of a pessimistic stance of a civilization gone wild because barbaric at its core and leads on to degeneracy and destruction.

Bleeding History: Reflexivity, Historical Consciousness

This must never happen again! To me the most perspicacious aspect of Spiegelman’s attempt to tell the tale of his father’s survival is his reflexive mode. He even discusses his wife Francoise’s image, whether she should be a frog by virtue of being a French, but is drawn as a mouse because she converted, to please Vladek (II: 12-13). Vladek had initially remarked that his life would take many books to draw, to tell (12) and when the story progresses he cautioned Artie that his relation with Lucia, his flirtatious and not rich girlfriend, should not be included in the book – ‘it has nothing to do with Hitler, with the Holocaust!...and isn’t so proper, so respectful’ (23). Artie said that it would make ‘everything more real – more human’ but relented to his father’s request. One can grasp here that the problems of choice, selection, inclusion and exclusion in a historical reconstruction are the problems of history itself. In raising the universality of the Jewish question in the Third Reich, even those who suffered the most want to cut down the anti-Semitism issue to the ‘proper and respectful’ matters of Hitler and the Holocaust. Granted that Vladek’s ‘unserious’ relation with Lucia does not concern the theme and subject of the tale, his insistence on his own view of things makes the story a black and white issue of the good guys versus them the evil ones. The survivor’s tale is in danger of being a co-conspirator to/collaborator of an oppressive victor’s history. One does not cease to be triumphant because the other’s defeat is his sustenance. Nazism was defeated but the racist ideology it embodies still lives, not less in its own victims who, today, many of them, use their suffering to exact the same violence on hapless Palestines and Arabs. And they are being used by Christians who are themselves as much anti-Jew as they are anti-Arab and anti-Muslim.

Though the events happened in central and eastern Europe, the tale is told from the peace and quiet of America, where many survivors immigrated after the war. This is the reason why children of survivors, and other people who approach the Jewish predicament with a historical and/or artistic intent, now learn and understand Holocaust helped by perspective (distance). Artie struggles to be fair, perhaps reflective of the post-war (he was born in 1948) democratic campaigns in the US and elsewhere in the world and butts in question to make his father’s account more complete and consistent. Some Poles hid Jews at their own risk. One time he clarifies by citing historical research that there was an orchestra playing music while the prisoners were being marched, his father does not remember this (II: 54). Another, he asks why the Jews did not resist, his father responded by saying that then they were starving and frightened and unbelieving of what’s happening and that ‘the Jews lived always with hope’ (II: 73). On page 82 of the first volume, he checks his dad’s telling by maintaining that it must be chronological or else ‘I’ll never get it straight’. When he and his father are arguing about serious things, they decide to affirm forgetting, like the case of Vladek’s prejudice against the blacks (II: 100). He grapples with the difficulty of presenting their reality as comics: ‘so much has to be left out or distorted’ (II: 16). When pressed about his intention, he answers that he doesn’t want to reduce the work to a message and/yet later on says that people should have guilt; then he becomes smaller and smaller and ends up as a child (II: 42), probably as a way of showing how he shrinks from the responsibility of such a tremendous artistic and historical task. Artie talks with his psychiatrist Pavel and they wear mouse masks, here patently assuming a ‘Jewish’ identity under pressure and he intimates his father’s guilt of surviving (many survivors, not only of Holocaust, but also civilians who suffered from anti-terror campaigns committed suicide), his accomplishment as lesser than surviving (II: 43-46). Foregrounding the pain of telling the truth about oppression, he quotes Samuel Beckett: ‘every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness’ (II: 45). Vladek, in a later passage, notes that ‘nobody can understand Auschwitz’ (II: 64). Many have declared that the Holocaust is unrepresentable, that Auschwitz is the zero degree of silence and the dead-end of storytelling and history, yet we must struggle that such suffering must be re-presented. Only through an account of the crime in ‘all’ its dimensions can we arrive at not only a just punishment for the perpetrators but a defining judgment on history.

In a deeply sad evocation of Artie’s psychological problem, a case history titled Prisoner on the Hell Planet (100-103) was inserted in the first volume. This is a comic book Artie made on his mother’s suicide. With a strict and thick delineation of black and white colors and characters emanating like shadows, this particular work (which appeared in ‘an obscure underground comic book’, reflecting the repressed underside of history in the comics market system) punctuates, through an intensely personal approach, the tensions of Jewish collective memory and the private realm of forgetting. Artie blames himself for his mother’s fate. We see him being approached by his mother for the last time, asking for the confirmation of his love and later on Artie is seen in a prison/sanatorium accusing his mother of murdering (psychologically? emotionally?) him by committing the perfect crime (of suicide).

Maus symbolically moves violently against this murder and death. In some ways Vladek did not survive, Artie rants when his father’s returning Mala’s groceries (II: 90). Volume 1 ends with Artie calling Vladek a ‘murderer’ for burning his mother’s records. This we happen to know was a false claim, his father thought he lost it (II: 113). Volume 2 ends with Vladek bidding goodbye to Artie and calls him Richieu! (II: 136), his first son with Anja who died in the war. Tired from talking of their stories, Vladek resurrects Richieu and transposes the living memory of his dead son on to the still living, historically conscious and death-indebted Artie, Art Spiegelman.

To bleed history is to loose by taking out what is in you that carries life. From the vermin that carries death and disease, Art Spiegelman’s Maus is a supreme creative effort to circulate this life – from the father to the son, from one generation to the next, from the survivor to the challenger, from the Jew to non-Jews. On and on until the next catastrophe boils our blood and discharges our emancipatory intervention in history.
8 February 2008