AND BLUE EYES
By Patricia Evangelista
When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted.
I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white. I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake up on
Christmas morning with snow outside my window and
freckles across my nose! More than four centuries under western domination
does that to you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the
rest will have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend; the Filipino Diaspora.
Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world.
There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who
choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that
get emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom
to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up
and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.
Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True,
there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour
plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now. My mother
is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from
a combination of cultures.
Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with
national identities and individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In
as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home.
Seen this way, the Filipino
Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from
a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship.
we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every
year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.
A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity,
yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled
nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of The world s
commercial ships. We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and
caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's West End.
Nationalism isn't bound by time or place.
People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself
an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless
Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire traveled all
over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balik-bayans
or the 'returnees' -- those who ollowed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune.
a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn't
preclude the idea of a home I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries.
It's about giving back to the country that shaped me And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside
my windows on a bright Christmas morning.
Sent by Terese Lorenzo
"Father in heaven, you have given
me a mind to know you, a will to serve you, and a heart to love you. Give me today the grace and strength to embrace your
holy will and fill my heart and mind with your truth and love that all my intentions and actions may be pleasing to you. Help
me to be kind and forgiving towards my neighbor as you have been towards me."