A couple of blocks down our street you come to a cross street and if you turn left and walk maybe about 100 meters you’ll find the Santos residence where Ruby and her sister Ophelia have just returned from Hong Kong to this small community. Ophelia specializes in child care, Ruby is a house cleaner. They had been hired, three years ago, to take the load off Mrs. Yui whose husband passed on from cancer. While Mr. Yui thought he was leaving his family with enough money to live a comfortable life, his accumulated investments suffered the same as many derivatives in the world and tanked.
Mrs. Yui was forced to take a job and as she had three children to raise, she needed help with keeping their house in good order as well as making sure the kids were looked after by a competent maid. As stated, that was three years ago. Nearly three weeks have passed since Mrs. Yui unfortunately and unexpectedly lost her job and was forced to release the sisters from their duties and send them back to the Philippines.
The parting of both girls from a family to whom they had grown close was both tearful and grim. What were all these people going to do now? I don’t live in Hong Kong anymore but I can speak for the two sisters having met them, and their future is far from what may be considered bright.
The Manila government has, since the economic down-turn, talked out of both sides of its mouth, a different message from each side. Message one: things are going to get tough so be prepared; message two: the Philippines plans to increase their Offshore Workers by 100 percent. However nobody has the faintest idea of where these workers will go. Unfortunately the reverse is true; the Overseas Workers are coming home.
The addition of two young unmarried women to the Santos household presents a problem all too familiar with Filipinos as the down-turn gets worse. How does their father earn enough money to support his daughters when he has two boys and a third daughter living at home with him and his wife to support as well? Added to the problem: the youngest daughter, Joy, has a baby and her husband is out of work — while the two sons of Emmanuel Santos can, at best bring in a few pesos by doing part-time labour. When they feel like it.
The situation facing this family is repeating itself everywhere over here. More and more, ‘planes are arriving at Manila’s Ninoy Aquino Airport carrying members of the overseas work force who have found themselves with either an un-renewed contract or simply let go because, as in the case with Mrs. Yui, there is no money to pay their salary. On top of that, the sisters were, until three weeks ago, the main bread-winners, sending home half their salaries which in turn, largely supported the rest of those in the household. Now the mouths to feed have increased and the money has been cut drastically.
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On the surface, this looks pitiful but things are much worse than most people from developed nations understand. To begin with, Emmanuel Santos can usually find work picking mangoes during mango season (now) or rice when the crops come in (soon) or try his best to keep employed as a migrant worker at the vegetable and tobacco fields in northern Luzon, the main Island in the Philippines where Manila is situated. One thing’s for certain: he won’t get rich. Pay is poor and work is scarce. A parallel would be the ‘hungry thirties’ during the last great depression.
Emmanuel is willing; indeed he must, spend his life hoping for often back-breaking work to help keep his family fed. His sons are a different story. Both are lazy, shiftless, and undependable; both are strung out on a cheap, debilitating drug known as Shabu – bathtub Crystal Methamphetamine – garbage. It is the drug of choice in this country, easy to muster the ingredients, easy to make, easy to sell. My wife and I once drove home two young men who had been visiting with us. The trip was five kilometers and when we dropped them off they told us that between our house and theirs, at least 200 people were indulging in Shabu. It struck me that we had passed only about double that number. Like drugs all over the world Shabu is a scourge but in this country, where work is not a privilege but a dire necessity, it is triply unproductive.
This example brings up a more pertinent fact. Filipino women are hard workers. It is in their genes. From the time they wake up in the morning to the time they retire, all but maybe two hours are spent in some form of labour: housework, tending animals, washing clothes, selling a home-made product. There is no worker like a Filipina. The huge majority of Overseas Workers are women. It can be said that women are the backbone of this country.
On the other hand male Filipinos are, generally speaking, untrustworthy, shy away from steady work and would rather shoot hoops with their pals than engage in helping the family survive. Trying to hire a Filipino man to do some needed work around the house is by no means a sure thing – the chance that he will show up are even-steven. Most often there is no explanation, he just doesn’t appear. If he does offer an excuse it is usually that he was sick or that a member of his family (maybe a cousin’s uncle by marriage) has died. He will lie.
This is not to say that all Filipino men are useless bums, I know several who are hard working and diligent. But they are the ones who have some honour, pride and possess a motivational spirit –characteristics not readily found here. Many Filipinos will cheat you if they think they can get away with it. And they will leave you in the lurch, holding an expensive piece of machinery while they, or their family decide it is more important to work for uncle Marciano who needs someone to help him pick corn. In other words, one can seldom — very seldom — trust a Filipino man to fullfill and obligation.
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There is much more to tell about this country and its people. But, for now, it is all too evident that the countryside, littered and filthy, reeks of poverty because the inhabitants are governed by a criminal faction, and because the heads of families, with few exceptions, have stopped trying to gain a foothold on a creditable life. Sloth replaces ambition. They just don’t care. A bit of fish and a few bowls of rice is food enough; their precious Shabu parties take precedence over perseverance and the result is un-ending poverty, a landscape dotted with shame and corruption running from one end of this archipelago to the other.
I do not loath the Filipino people or even dislike them, the opposite, in many cases, is true. All of us have an aversion to laziness and to those we cannot trust. However Filipinos of both sexes are often delightful, happy … indeed, almost joyous people in the face of what they have always known: subservience and poverty.
The Pinoy are now being made to suffer even more as victims of the economic catastrophe that has struck the world. But they must somehow learn that help is hard to come by in 2009, their government has not made many friends, if any — and provenance has not been kind. During this time of extremes, exacerbated by the return of their overseas workforce, no help will come from, or to, a corrupt government. And the people, as implied by their hero Jose Rizal, must “rise with the sun” and live productively. Put somewhat differently: it’s time they got their shit together.