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A Gibberish Language Month

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August is the Philippines’ Buwan ng Wika (Language Month, formerly known as the week-long Linggo ng Wika), but which among the more than 170 languages should we really consider as our mother tongue? What is really our wikang pambansâ?

These questions have been wading like a lost fish within the convoluted sea of thoughts of concerned linguists and scholars for almost a century now. But regardless of legal pronouncements and declarations, the matter over our national language hasn’t been officially resolved yet. And with the series of unfortunate events that have been pounding us like ferocious typhoons all these years, it might even be impossible for our generation to witness our country to finally obtain an undisputed national language.

The controversial 1987 Constitution unclearly states that “the national language of the Philippines is Filipino.” However, in a historical sense, the term Filipino pertains not to a language but to a group of Spaniards who were born in the Philippines at the height of Spanish rule (they were introduced to us in our elementary school days as insulares). In a nationalistic sense, and as politically defined, the term Filipino means the native inhabitants of the Republic of the Philippines. Thus, this vague statement that Filipino is the national language is just that — simply vague. And the authors of this confusing constitutional passage chose Tagalog as the basis of our national language. Anyway, from Aparri to Joló, it’s unthinkable nowadays to encounter someone who doesn’t know how to speak or understand it. Mass media, which utilizes Tagalog exclusively, is the main disseminator of the language. Thus, is it safe to assume that the constitution is right after all, that we should all concede to Tagalog as the nation’s lingua franca?

But that’s beside the point of all this.

A la tagale

The Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino (KWF) recently declared that this month’s theme is Mula Baler Hanggang Buong Pilipinas, implying that Tagalog is indeed the national language, with Baler being the birthplace of the Father of the National Language, Manuel L. Quezon (who ironically thought, wrote, and spoke more in Spanish).

But just a few years ago, the KWF celebrated this theme — Ang Buwan ng Wikang Pambansa ay Buwan ng mga Wika sa Pilipinas — the language month is the month of all Philippine languages. With this theme, it seems that the Komisyon is putting more confusion into the minds of Filipinos, especially the studentry. Are they now telling us that all Philippine languages are considered and accepted as the national language in lieu of Tagalog? If they were just speaking metaphorically, then the simple, impoverished, and half-starved Pinoy pitifully missed their point. Fortunately, the Filipino studentry do not seem to care about the Komisyon’s confusing theme; they’re more concerned over Lady Gaga, The Pussycat Dolls, Korean soaps, personalized shirts, fruit-flavored condoms, and the like.

But at the rate this language crisis is going, I think I’d rather have the Filipino youth’s eyes be ensconced in Scarlett Johansson’s cleavage and Hugh Jackman’s six-pack.

Pinoy tower of babel

The Philippines is an archipelagic Babylon, a maelström of tongues. This issue over our country’s national language has been an ageless controversy that has not been given much limelight in national issues and public fora. Anyway, the Philippines has so much laundry to do, so why should it bother with a “harmless” little critter in the form of a pesky language turmoil?

For one: language is a national and social phenomenon. It’s more important than one’s daily Kapamilya or Kapuso schedule.

A long time ago, a mighty language from the West (ever since the advent of our neocolonized patrimony, Spanish has been maligned and taught to us by a neocolonial education as nothing but a foreign atrocity) united the more than a hundred tongues (and united the more than a thousand islands, as well as hundreds of tribal kingdoms) in the Philippines which resulted in the country’s short-lived independence in 1898 (sorrowfully, since the American invasion, we were never able to look back to that glorious and legendary self-governance with impartiality and kindness). But this 1898 event served as the impetus for a very few well-intentioned politicians of the Commonwealth of the Philippines to continuously disturb the US colonizers for our country’s complete freedom (which up to now seems to be futile).

During the Commonwealth wherein Manuel L. Quezon was then president, the creation of a national language was naturally inevitable. On 31 December 1937, Tagalog was chosen as the country’s national language (this became the basis as to why the current constitution still uses Tagalog for our national language), eventually earning Quezon the title Ama ng Wikang Pambansa (Father of the National Language).

This is when the controversy actually began. And it worsened when, in 1959, Tagalog was renamed Pilipino. But it reverted back to Tagalog under the 1973 Constitution.

It’s not only the terminology that’s in question here but the orthography of the language as well. It is well known that Tagalog, including all the rest of the native languages, used an ancient alphabet (from a vague Arab influence) called alíbata (some say that it should be called baybayin). Propagandistas and literate indios used this alphabet, as well.

During the US occupation, the Americans were able to murder, bit by bit, almost all traces of our Spanish heritage. One of the victims was the abecedario, already part and parcel of the Filipino soul for more than three decades. The change of alphabet took ominous form when, in 1937, the Commonwealth created the National Language Institute which made a study and survey on which national language should be used. Tagalog won amidst the chagrin of other natives who spoke other languages. But US desecration of our country’s language never stopped there.

The Santos Debacle

On 18 June 1938, the Commonwealth’s National Assembly created the Institute of National Language (not to be confused with the National Language Institute). This new language body was tasked to prepare a dictionary and grammar. Thus was born the erroneous, faulty, and clumsy Balarila ng Wikang Pambansa authored by none other than the great Filipino lexicon and writer, Lope K. Santos. He was the J.R.R. Tolkien of his time in terms of inventing words. But Santos’ work was of no great help in the development of a national language. It only made things worse. It virtually murdered the Filipino alphabet, killing many Filipino words in the process.

And I suspect that he knew that.

Santos was a journalist who was entangled in the celebrated libel case of the newspaper he was working with during the early 1900s. On 30 October 1908, his newspaper El Renacimiento (The Rebirth) published an editorial entitled Aves de Rapiña (Birds of Prey). It was a “blind item” meant for then Secretary of the Interior Dean C. Worcester, but the American diplomat immediately felt that he was the one being alluded to by the attacks mentioned in the editorial, e.g., that he was economically exploiting certain parts of the Philippines (particularly Benguet and Mindanáo). He filed a lawsuit against the newspaper’s owner and men, which included Santos. The trial lasted for several years. Worcester won the case.

During the course of the trial, it wasn’t impossible that Santos may have been under duress from a Worcester payback…

The composition of the Balarila must have began during those years. Most probably, during the younger years of the 1900s, the US government in the Philippines, under the auspices of Worcester, have been plotting all along on how to destroy the foundation of our language: the abecedario. It should be noted that even during the final years of Spanish rule, Worcester was already in the Philippines. So I won’t be surprised if, in a future historical discovery, he was acting as a spy for the US. Therefore, plotting out the destruction of our language must have begun several years before the Commonwealth.

Now, many scholars say that the decision to choose Tagalog over other languages in the country is that the said language is the language of the nation’s capital, Manila. Furthermore, alongside Spanish, it was the language of the 1896 Revolution and the violent Katipunan. And again, the center of action during the Revolution was in Tagalog Manila. Another reason is that Tagalog has a vast treasure trove of literary works. Tagalog has published more books compared to other native languages. But for all we know, another factor could be president Quezon’s Tagalog origin.

But if we are to look closely into this matter, then one would find out that something fishy is going on.

It’s not easy to convince the Filipinos to accept Tagalog as the national language since we have several languages to consider. So the plotters have found a very reliable weapon in the persona of National Hero José Rizal.

A Dubious Poem

Pepe Rizal was already a legend, an icon even before the Commonwealth. And what better way to convince the Filipinos to accept Tagalog as the mother tongue by using a poem that was allegedly authored by him: the dubious Sa Aking Mga Kabata (To My Fellow Youth).

Take into account this passage from the said poem (with an English translation).

Ang hindi magmahal sa kanyang salita
Mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda,
Kaya ang marapat pagyamaning kusa
Na tulad sa inang tunay na nagpala.

One who doesn’t love his native tongue,
Is worse than putrid fish and beast;
And like a truly precious thing
It therefore deserves to be cherished.

Nobody at that time would had ever wanted to go against the ghost of Rizal. Unlike now (what with iconoclast historians such as Ambeth Ocampo and Pío Andrade, Jr. challenging already established historical knowledge), he was almost considered a god. Everything he said in his writings can transform doubtful things into golden truth. So, why not follow his advice? Since he “postulated” that you’re but a stinkin’ blowfish if you don’t love your language, which is the language he “used” in writing Sa Aking Mga Kabata, why not believe in “his wisdom”?

But this is all hogwash. Our “educators” are very proud to say that Pepe Rizal wrote this poem at a very young age of eight.

I say, they’re high on crack.

JOSÉ RIZAL NEVER WROTE SA AKING MGA KABATA! It’s a brazen lie! Even popular historian Ambeth Ocampo himself doesn’t believe that this was written by Rizal.

To prove my point, let us again take a closer look, this time by examining two curious lines from this doubtful verse:

THE Tagalog language’s akin to Latin,
To English, Spanish, angelical tongue

The Tagalog original goes this way:

Ang wikang Tagalog tulad din sa Latin
Sa Ingles, Kastila at salitang anghel

No Meralco, no problemo.

No Meralco, no problemo.

Boys and girls, if you still remember your school days, this poem was allegedly written by Rizal when he was only eight years old. However, at that age, he wasn’t studying Latin yet (his Latin lessons began in 1872 at the Ateneo Municipal de Manila; he was then 11) Although it is known that his Spanish is superb compared to his Tagalog, he wasn’t that confident with the Castilian language during his younger years (remember the “un poco, señor” incident he had with maestro Justiniano Cruz during his early studies in Biñán, Laguna?) since he was just a freakin’ kid. And most of all, English was almost unknown in the country (or at least in Calambâ where he grew up) at that time. When he was eight years old, Rizal never knew the difference between the English language from the Spanish word puta. He never engaged in Tagalog literature. He did attempt to write a novel in Tagalog during his later years (Makamisa), but he wasn’t even able to finish it due to his poor mastery of the language. When Rizal wrote personal letters to his family members and friends, he wrote mostly in Spanish, not Tagalog. His diary was written in the language of Miguel de Cervantes. And most of all, AN EIGHT YEAR OLD DOESN’T HAVE THE INTELLECTUAL CAPACITY YET TO MAKE A CRITICAL ANALYSIS ON COMPARING VARIOUS LANGUAGES.

In addition, the Rizal home was a Spanish-speaking home. The Rizal kids are today’s equivalent of English-speaking Filipino children. During young Pepe Rizal’s naughty fits, he was scolded not in Tagalog but in Spanish.

Yes, he may have been a prodigy. But please, let us not treat Rizal as though he’s some omniscient heavenly deity that was sent back to earth as punishment for whatever shit he did up there.

So there you have it, a brief overview of the lies tucked in neatly by those who handle the language situation in the Philippines. They have masterfully erected Tagalog as the national language. Afterwards, the butchering began. We no longer have the correct and polite and respectable Tagalog. We now have an abomination of the language, a freak of linguistics called Taglish (or Engalog). And according to some friends of mine who speak other native Filipino languages, theirs too are slowly being eaten up by this unholy mixture of English, which is an unphonetic language, to that of their native languages. All Filipino languages are phonetic. Mix these two up (phonetic+unphonetic), then what do you get?

I won’t bother answer that. Let some cheap starlet dish out her language on national TV then you’ll get the picture. In the meantime, the US is basking in economic security since they have captured a permanent market in the Philippines due to the fact that almost all Pinoys have embraced English, whether or not they could understand it wholly.

So from Baler to other Philippine dominions, the wikang pambansâ is Taglish.

Filipinas, when will you ever wake up?


NOTE: I originally published the foregoing blogpost here (that was three years ago today!). I just did some minor editing to help this blogpost keep up with the times. And today’s Manuel L. Quezon’s natal day, as well.

Happy language month!… is such a greeting even necessary?


The Relevance of Rizal’s and Sun Yat-Sen’s Ideals in the Coming Information Age

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This month, as the Philippines celebrates the Buwan ng Wika, the admirers of Dr. Sun Yat-Sen (the “José Rizal” of China), commemorate the founding of the Three Principles of the People, a political philosophy which he developed in August of 1905.

I publish here the oratorical piece which I wrote back in college (Adamson University) for the José Rizal – Sun Yat-Sen National Oratorical Contest (hosted annually by the Jose Rizal – Sun Yat-Sen Society, Inc.). My college department chose it among other essays, and it was delivered by Mass Communication student Joan Solís who later wrote for the now defunct Adamson Chronicle. Solís was coached by our college instructor, Arlene Villaluz de Paredes. The event was held at the University of Santo Tomás on 12 November 2001.

Among numerous participants, Ms. Solís won 2nd place. And for that, my school awarded me a Certificate of Recognition on its Awards night held at the Traders Hotel (Roxas Boulevard, Malate, Manila) on 2 March 2001. But my wife attended the event because I was rehearsing with my rock band for an upcoming live performance (silly me).

Here’s the oratorical piece about the two Asian medical doctors-turned-revolutionaries…

Dr. Sun Yat-Sen (1866-1925)

Dr. Sun Yat-Sen (1866-1925)

José Mario S. Alas

A local TV personality once mentioned that “information is power.” Such a remark, though terse, is in itself a powerful phrase. Information, to put it more bluntly and in a more lucid definition, is knowledge. And this further proves the much-accepted cliché that “knowledge is power.”

Those who possess, or have access to, information is powerful enough to steer themselves to greater heights of glory and to a much higher form of authority. They could even manipulate the masses. Such knowledge is their pedestal to power.

The modern explosion of information through cyberspace has given almost everybody a chance to stand on that same kind of pedestal. Unlike in the old days, access to information has become more convenient. In the past, news from this side of the globe would take months before reaching the other side. Nowadays, information from an unfamiliar, faraway nation could reach us in almost a matter of minutes in the comfort of our own localities, thanks to Internet cafés and local Internet servers.

In the past, an exhaustive research would be needed just to extract appurtenant data to subsist a subject or thesis. Such undertaking required months or even years. But thanks to the convenience of this so-called “information superhighway,” all the facts that one would ever need is just a couple of clicks away. And the constant flow of data throughout civilization and history has given more opportunities for technological advancement for the betterment of humanity.

But I ask, isn’t that one of the purposes of information dissemination? It is logical enough to say that information is of academic importance since civilization rests upon the broad shoulders of the academies. Besides, the university’s main purpose is also for the betterment of mankind. Another purpose of information is that some of it is solely for entertainment and leisure. Certainly, man needs to break away from the monotonies of life once in a while to nourish and enliven his exhausted mind and body. All in all, such purposes when synthesized would point out towards one direction: the betterment of humanity. It is information technology’s main target. That’s actually the way it should be.

However, it is alarming to note that the reverse is happening. Human progress is no longer moving forward; neither is it regressing. It is on the verge of freezing, a complete halt in the never ending turn of events in history. This is not just a bad situation; it is beyond evil. Yes, everything that is of harm to the existence of our kind is beyond evil. An éminence grise is behind the abuse of information technology. In this regard, it is also the opportune time to know who your enemy is.

The two great doctors of the 19th century, José Rizal and Sun Yat-sen, did just that. They, too, were products of the onslaught of information. They championed all information that were relevant and useful to what they were fighting for. Like jigsaw puzzles, they fitted well to the knowledge that they had gathered which became the powerhouse for their ideals and aspirations. Both nationalists bathed under the torrents of information, unmindful of the consequences. Bathing under a rainstorm may cause fever. But bathing under a shower of lore in the midst of an oppressive milieu meant death or persecution.

Rizal and Sun were educated the Western way. In other words, they allowed themselves to be shaped, influenced, and empowered by information from Europe. Indeed, man is a lover of knowledge. But these two heroes not only had love for knowledge. As a matter of fact, they diverted their knowledge for a much nobler cause: love of country. With the patriotic valor burning deeply in their hearts, they rolled all that they had learned into big masses of nationalistic counterattacks against their oppressors.

Their philosophies and beliefs should not be taken lightly, especially during these troubled times. With the outbreak of information through advanced technology in the mass media, it seems that we are headed for disaster. The idea that the whole world is wired together signifies mass death–the end of our species. Why is that so? Because this status quo contributes to the end of innovation. Just as I have mentioned earlier, human progress is freezing to a halt. And recent studies were proven that small groups of any living beings evolve faster when they are in isolation. For us humans, our evolution occurs mostly through our behavior. We innovate new behavior to adapt. Adaptation, anyway, is a law of nature, not a theory since it is very evident. And I assume that you all know that innovation is successful only in small groups. Let me elucidate: a committee of two or three people will prove to be successful; but put more than three people, then things would be difficult; put twenty or so people in the meeting, then the agenda would be impossible to ever materialize; Put around a hundred, then it would be hopeless.

These are just some of the ill effects of the information explosion. It promotes global uniformity and swamps diversity. Poco a poco, everything around us is slowly becoming the same. Weaker cultures are either effaced or exploited and abused to make way for imperialist motives. Indeed, the coming information age is but a component of gobbleization. The enemy, perhaps out of pure stupidity or sheer ignorance, is also on the verge of collapse. Everything is on the verge of collapse! It seems that history is bowing before the final curtain…

But there is still hope. Life is hope. We can put a stop to this coming disaster simply by going back to our roots and imbibing the ideals of Rizal and Sun. Their philosophies, their aspirations, had survived through tumultuous times since the their incipience. Both Asian heroes fought for the redemption of their fellow citizens from the perils of time. Ergo, let us emancipate ourselves from the chains of ignorance and apathy. Know the truth wisely. It is time to unite and face the greatest evil that man has to imminently battle using Rizal’s and Sun’s methodologies. We must emulate how these two demi-gods utilized all the information that they had received throughout their academic lives. And let us allow their methodologies and philosophies to be the information. This will kindle the messiahs in us. At that point the people will make a gallant stand against the coming information age’s corruption and bigotry. Through our treasured heroes, there is still hope to change this decaying system. Our Asian patriots’ heroic ideologies would be helpful in enlightening our minds in this global darkness. And as gratitude for Rizal’s and Sun’s sacrifices, as well as for our own benefit, we must, quid pro quo, voluntarily and heroically do our part.

José Rizal (1861-1896)

José Rizal (1861-1896)

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