Dear Mayor Isko

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This article is part of Aurora Metropolis’ #Manila448 Series in celebration of Araw ng Maynila. The views expressed by the author does not reflect the view of organizations he represents or he is affiliated with.


 

The election of Francisco Domagoso, popularly known as Isko Moreno, as Mayor of Manila has become a breath of fresh air for Manileños who are frustrated over the administration of Joseph Ejercito Estrada. His promise to “bring back the glory days” never flourished and the loss of order was unpleasantly evident all over the city. For most locals, six years were enough and it’s about time to kick Estrada out of the throne. Although lagging behind other progressive cities where young leaders are leading their constituencies, at last, by 12 noon of June 30, 2019, Manila will have a young politico to serve as the Philippines’ de facto “Little President”.

A new local chief executive like Domagoso is always equivalent to new beginnings and new plans; however, old goals and old assurances will remain in order of battle. In the case of Manila, it equates to one strong yet unheeded word – “revival”.

Since the city’s annihilation in 1945 due to the Second World War, leaders before us kept on talking about returning its “glory days”. Restoration of the city’s picturesque and lavish character seemed impossible because most of the ruined structures were uniquely built centuries ago. Moreover, as response to the call of the New World Order after the war, Manila was forced to “modernize” which changed its course in the next seventy years. While attempts were done for its gradual revival, the idea of revitalization remained a grand dream waiting to be fulfilled in a grand way.

Revival is indeed an ambitious word for a city like Manila. In urban planning, creating new empires using new blueprints is way cheaper than reviving old empires using old blueprints. While it is practically true, some oldtowns and cities around the globe continue to blend old designs with new technology to preserve its identity and reflect its history for next generation’s sake. Some of them have maintained its stature as leading world capitals because they successfully and effectively merged the past, present and future in their city’s invigorated characters.

Imagine: Manila could still be a prominent world city like Paris if we managed to take care of old structures that shaped its image as the modern city of the Far East before the war. Manila could be more diverse than Hong Kong if we managed to effectively mix the old and the new after the war.

Truth be told: it is not easy to revive Manila’s lost glory. But is it really too late?

It may not be a unique proposition, but if the new Mayor of Manila will have his time to read this, let this author—a simple Manileño who never stops telling the story of this city to the world—to share his two cents to our new young leader:

Dear Mayor Isko…

Please take care of what we have from Old Manila. I am not debunking the traditional definition of revival but as we follow another New World Order, the city—through your leadership—must protect what is left from our glorious past whatever it takes while we continue to redevelop our city. We have seen countless great structures, some of them were sites for historical veneration, being knocked down in the name of modernity and commercialism. It is now the time to exert Maharnilad’s powers to stop ruthless demolition and reckless alteration of old houses, old buildings, old markers and old monuments. You actively pushed for the revitalization of Escolta, Manila Zoo, Lawton, Arroceros Park and other city-owned public spaces during the campaign. Manila needs young blood to find her lost soul and the key to make the search effective is YOU. But we will not just sit here and do nothing. We will help your government make it happen through our own means. Lead us and everything will follow.

It is not easy to revive our desired glory for the Capital City. But it is not too late. Never too late.

#Manila448

 

 

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Tatakbo dapat akong mayor ng Maynila. Pero…

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Hindi masamang mangarap, lalo na kung may oportunidad para gawin ito. Lahat ay posible. Lahat ay maaaring mangyari, lalo pa kung alam nating kaya natin itong gawin.

Hindi naging madali para sa inyong lingkod ang mga nakaraang buwan. Nasa punto ako ng pag-iwan sa mga pinuhunan kong pangarap para sa lungsod ng Maynila. Napagod na ako na hanggang imahinasyon na lamang ang mga gusto kong pagbabago sa kinalakihan kong siyudad. Ayoko nang iasa sa mga trapo ang kapakanan ng aking mga kapwa Manileño, lalo na’t sunog na sunog na ang mga pangakong bubuti ang buhay nila. Kahit unti-unti lang, kahit hindi biglaan o malakihan.

Ilang beses akong nag-post sa aking social media accounts na gusto kong tumakbong mayor ng Maynila. Matagal nang biruan ng mga kaibigan ko na ang pagpasok lang sa pamahalaan ang tanging paraan. Ibig sabihin, kailangan kong pumasok sa daigdig ng pulitika. Alam na alam ko kung gaano kadugyot ang larangang ito.

Pero ang biro ay may hating katotohanan. Bukas ang pintuan ng mga posibilidad at isang papel lang ang susi para rito: certificate of candidacy. Batid kong may mga pwedeng tumulong kung sakaling ituloy ko ito. Hindi man kasing-bigatin ng mga beteranong pulitiko sa Maynila pero sa kani-kanilang kakayahan, kampante akong itutulak nila ang kampanya ko sa mas moderno at mas malikhaing paraan.

Ngunit sa umaga ng huling araw ng filing ng CoC, dinatnan ako ng kakaibang panaginip. Pwedeng praning lang ako o gumana ang utak ko habang wala akong malay, pero sumulpot dito ang tatlong taong namayapa na – isang dating mayor, isang matalik na kaibigang lubos na naniwala sa akin, at ang tatay ko. Ang daming napag-usapan sa panaginip na iyon pero ang natandaan ko lang sa lahat ay ang sinabi ng tatay ko.

“Ituloy mo… pero hindi ngayon.”

Sumang-ayon ang dalawa sa aking panaginip. Nagising ako’ng magaan ang pakiramdam.

Hindi nangialam ang tatay ko sa buhay ko. Ni hindi siya nagkaroon ng opinyon sa mga panahong nasa gitna ako ng tagumpay o kahit ng kabiguan (maliban sa kaisa-isang beses na nagalit siya dahil nawalan ako ng pagkakakitaan dahil sa “pride” ko). Sa panaginip lang na iyon, nagsalita ang tatay ko sa gusto kong tahakin.

Maaaring mababaw itong dahilan. Maaaring sinampal lang ako ng katotohanang hindi para sa tulad ko ang pulitika. Maaaring napangunahan ako ng takot. Maaaring mahina kasi ang loob ko.

Matagal nang wala ang tatay ko, pero kailangan kong gawin ang obligasyon ng anak sa kanyang ama. Alam kong naniniwala siya sa kayang gawin ng kanyang bunso, pero isang kakaibang larangan ang pulitika at alam niyang hindi pa ito para sa akin ngayon.

Sa panahong burado na’ng tuluyan ang karangalan ng kasaysayan ng Maynila, kailangan ay may humakbang na sa henerasyong ito. Maaaring ako, maaaring ibang taong kaedad ko. Pero sa ngayon, gagawin ko ang nakasanayan kong gawin at mga bagay na alam kong kaya kong talunin ang mga tradisyunal na pulitiko. Mahal ko ang Maynila at kasama niya pa rin ako sa kanyang laban.

 

 

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