Words, to the ignorant and the savage, do not hurt. Words do not make sense, much less induce feeling, among the lowest of animals. Unfortunately, for most human beings capable of articulating their feelings and making them known, words are all they have. Indeed, words are no match for the indiscriminate use of guns, the privilege of gold, and the luxury of goons. Unfortunately, for many of us, that’s all we really have.
Words which – all too often in the case of this blog – are expressed in unleashed, unbridled, uncontrolled anger, rage, and indignation. For whatever they are worth, though, they must be said. They must be written. Not because they do anything, but because anger should always be released.
With a most harrowing feeling of disgust, I condemn the murderers and conspirators behind the massacre at Maguindanao.
You who held innocent citizens hostage, you who slayed them with impunity, you who murdered them, will have no use for these words. You who beheaded them, you who treated them like animals in the killing beds of a slaughterhouse, will not understand these words. Your words, your law, your ethics, and your sense of humanity are etched in the back of bullets. You will never understand dignity, respect, the value of life, and most certainly, you will not understand freedom.
What you understand is that most revolting act of holding 50 innocent Filipinos hostage, rob them, rape them, and riddle them with bullets.
