i Report Issue No. 3 2005 - Philippine Center for Investigative ...
i Report Issue No. 3 2005 - Philippine Center for Investigative ...
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T H E L O S T G E N E R A T I O N<br />
tion have brought us the call<br />
centers where half our youth<br />
are employed, changing their<br />
biological clocks, messing up<br />
relationships, and creating demand<br />
<strong>for</strong> 24-hour McDonalds<br />
and Jollibees in the strangest<br />
street corners. A small percentage<br />
of the other half are selfemployed,<br />
given rich parents<br />
who are only too happy to put<br />
up seed money and get their<br />
kids started on the capitalist<br />
course. Others with moneyed<br />
parents have the luxury of doing<br />
volunteer and NGO work,<br />
moved as they seem by a need<br />
to “give something back to the<br />
country” without necessarily<br />
seeing the big picture in which<br />
rich (probably their) families<br />
are the oppressors. Many are<br />
still part of the <strong>Philippine</strong> Left,<br />
confusing as that label has<br />
become, in all its denominations.<br />
At least those of us who<br />
are part of the different leftist<br />
movements have a better sense<br />
of what ails this country, even<br />
when we have to go from<br />
simple terms like poverty and<br />
corruption to the abstract levels<br />
and jargon of imperialism, busions<br />
where our work, our<br />
studies, our lives are conducted—if<br />
not created and re-created—as<br />
frequently as we find<br />
the need <strong>for</strong> it, which is quite<br />
often.<br />
Our dependence on computers<br />
and cellphones is not<br />
only an indication of our aptitude<br />
<strong>for</strong> high-tech tasks and<br />
processes, it’s also an indication<br />
of our need <strong>for</strong> something<br />
we can hold on to, something<br />
that somehow defines us, and<br />
only us. We love being incomprehensible<br />
to our elders because<br />
of this technology, and<br />
we revel in it. Un<strong>for</strong>tunately,<br />
a lot of the time we also reveal<br />
our incapability at discernment,<br />
as we unthinkingly <strong>for</strong>ward<br />
ill-in<strong>for</strong>med text messages or<br />
emails, upload pictures on<br />
the Internet without realizing<br />
the probability of its distribution,<br />
take stolen videos with<br />
our phones and think nothing<br />
of it. We have a hard time<br />
deciding whether something is<br />
right or wrong, dangerous or<br />
not; worse, we are unable to<br />
discern just what role technology<br />
is playing in our lives, or<br />
why it has become so important<br />
to us.<br />
This lack of clarity about<br />
the things that define us may<br />
be the only thing that we of<br />
this generation have in common.<br />
Born in the late 1970s to<br />
early 80s to possibly activist<br />
or hippie parents, or to the<br />
straight conservative ones who<br />
stayed aloof of either extreme,<br />
ours is a generation that can’t<br />
seem to find a reason <strong>for</strong> its<br />
existence. At least our activist<br />
parents had the Left to believe<br />
in and the Marcos regime to<br />
struggle against; our hippie<br />
parents had the liberation of<br />
sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll<br />
to live up; our conservative<br />
parents had the Church and<br />
the institution of family to hold<br />
on to. By comparison, we are<br />
faced with nothing but the<br />
dregs of these institutions, now<br />
all unstable, often unintelligible,<br />
usually in the process of<br />
compromise. It’s practically a<br />
nonspace of resistance and liberation,<br />
with uncertain enemies<br />
and even less certain ideologies<br />
to back us up.<br />
<strong>No</strong>t that all of us are having<br />
a difficult time finding the<br />
right spaces within which we<br />
may exist, if only to survive.<br />
Cheap labor and globaliza-<br />
AT A LOSS. For all their worldliness,<br />
young people are not<br />
clear about where they want<br />
to go and the sort of future<br />
they should aspire <strong>for</strong>.<br />
reaucrat capitalism, and fascism.<br />
But so many more of the youth<br />
have left, or are set to leave.<br />
Our prospective teachers, doctors,<br />
nurses are on a constant<br />
exodus to different parts of the<br />
world, with a small middle to<br />
upper class percentage leaving<br />
in disgust what they think is a<br />
sinking boat. The bigger chunk<br />
of those who say goodbye<br />
though are of the lower classes,<br />
and they’re the ones who say<br />
that they shall return, when<br />
they’ve ensured their futures<br />
with the dollars they will earn.<br />
BUT MOST, if not all of us,<br />
are at a loss. It’s not clear why<br />
we’re living our lives the way<br />
we do, doing the things that<br />
occupy us. There’s always<br />
a sense of uncertainty, not<br />
about the future, but about the<br />
present: What exactly are we<br />
doing? Why is this what we<br />
do? Whereas the generation<br />
be<strong>for</strong>e us always had a sense<br />
of a future—with family, with<br />
career, with house and lot and<br />
what-have-you—we are always<br />
looking at a future that’s closer<br />
to the present, where we may<br />
finish our studies, find a job,<br />
write a book, or just simply<br />
see the month’s end and decide<br />
then what’s next.<br />
This is not to say that we<br />
aren’t enjoying ourselves,<br />
uncertainties and all. Thanks<br />
to the fruits of our hippie and<br />
activist parents’ labors, we<br />
live at a time when there’s<br />
freedom in the music we hear,<br />
the books we read, the television<br />
shows and movies we<br />
watch. We are liberated from<br />
the strict rules of the Church<br />
and the institutions of family,<br />
school, and employment.<br />
Freed from the stereotypes our<br />
parents rebelled against, we<br />
think nothing of reconfiguring<br />
our roles to suit our needs.<br />
We are redefining relationships<br />
as often as we redefine<br />
ourselves—literally with vanity,<br />
or figuratively with spiritual or<br />
religious beliefs, and the next<br />
hip ideology. Homosexuality in<br />
all its dimensions has become<br />
our norm. Easily accessible<br />
organic herbs, designer drugs,<br />
and expensive alcohol are<br />
inanimate friends we can count<br />
on. And then there’s the sexual<br />
freedom we are heir to, which<br />
most of the time we abuse, misuse,<br />
and unthinkingly tie our<br />
lives around. Our liberation,<br />
handed down as it was, has<br />
become the freedom we can’t<br />
quite live up to. We wear what<br />
we want, we can be what we<br />
want, and do as we please. But<br />
that doesn’t mean we’re actually<br />
doing something.<br />
For the most part, we are<br />
easily satisfied with ourselves,<br />
and that’s where the problem<br />
lies. We can do volunteer work<br />
<strong>for</strong> an NGO by day and party<br />
with abandon by night without<br />
feeling conflicted—we deserve<br />
it, we think, because we’re doing<br />
something <strong>for</strong> the country.<br />
We can sit at a café all day and<br />
talk about what ails our lives,<br />
our relationships, our country,<br />
and think that this is productive.<br />
We go to a token rally<br />
“<strong>for</strong> the truth to come out” and<br />
imagine ourselves socially relevant.<br />
We look at EDSA 2 and<br />
think: hah! that was my doing,<br />
without a sense of what it has<br />
truly brought this country,<br />
which isn’t much.<br />
FOUR YEARS ago, tasked to<br />
teach critical thinking and the<br />
essay to college sophomores<br />
eight to 10 years my junior, I<br />
PHILIPPINE CENTER FOR INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM<br />
I REPORT<br />
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