Some enlightened friends of mine in what used to be the milieu of mainstream moviemaking—from actors to filmmakers and movie reporters—have the opinion that it was such a mockery to ascribe the word “hero” to the late Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino and his wife Cory, respectively for his assassination and her rise to the presidency.
The friends at stake here don’t mind being quoted for their bitter remembrance of things past. For one, Angie Ferro, FAMAS Best Supporting Actress for Director Celso Ad Castillo’s Pagputi Ng Uwak, Pag-itim Ng Tagak and a pioneer of PETA, will say straight in your face that Ninoy (and by equation Cory and Noynoy) is not in her book of heroes.
Former political writer-editor turned entertainment columnist Ed de Leon would scream at the top of his lungs with the mere association of the word “hero” and the name Ninoy, saying, “How could Ninoy be a hero when he was a certified CIA until his death?” End of argument.
Take one more Tom Adrales, founder of Agrix Films, Inc., and PETA homegrown and award-winning scriptwriter, who to spite the Aquinos hatched a screenplay titled, The Last Laugh From Imelda Marcos.
International award-winning filmmaker Antonio “Tony” Aguilar, highly controversial during his term as president of the Production Designers Guild of the Philippines (PDGP), meanwhile says “he had been had” by Presisdent Corazon Aquino and the Edsa People Power Revolution. He recalls, “I was one of those who harangued the Marcoses at the Palace gates hounding them from Malacañang to their final exile in Hawaii.”
The same friends would vomit from their seats when they see on TV the overly loquacious Kris Aquino in her patented delusions of invoking to no end the Aquinos as God’s gift to Philippine democracy. Similarly, when a maddened group of Catholics thought of negotiating for Corazon Aquino’s sainthood at the Vatican, my friends rolled with laughter since she never even got close to snagging a Nobel Peace Prize.
While there were eyes that were open to some sense of uprightness, most of the oligarchs, the gullible middle-class, not to exclude the grassroots, have embraced the Aquinos of Tarlac as spotless harbingers and restorers of democracy in this country, despite the buckets of blood cast in stone at the notorious Hacienda Luisita, yet keeping to themselves the galling, snooty mantra, “The Filipino is worth dying for.”
Recently, Monsieur Rigoberto Tiglao in his column in this paper exposed without reasonable doubt Noynoy’s gang being in cahoots with the lecherous titanic networks and sell-out publications in our midst, having been categorically thrown into the dustbin of history better known now as the “yellow tards.”
To Tiglao’s prediction, as sure as the sun rises, former President Noynoy Aquino with his equally culpable “amigos,” “amigas,” “sisterakas” led by bagman Abad, are bound for the slammer. “But how soon is soon?” chorused my friends. Let this be heard by President Rodrigo Duterte.
So my friends are salivating to see all of them hauled into the same barracks at Camp Crame occupied by Senators Bong Revilla, Jr. and Jinggoy Estrada. Like Kim Atienza says, “Ang buhay ay weather-weather lang.” Oh, this is the kind of entertainment I get for free from my friends in showbiz that I keep like crazy.