|EDSA People Power Revolution 1986|
I was one of those young professionals (yuppie) at that time. I occupied a top echelon post as Finance and Administration Manager of a quasi-government organization, in a swank office in Makati City. I was young, carefree, and at the top of my career.
I was aware of the political upheaval at that time but was too busy minding my life, to ever think of putting myself on the line. Friends were edging me to take a stand and join the different youth and church organizations that were on the frontline of the protest movement.
I never heeded their call as I was too comfortable with my life. Besides, I never wanted to ruffle the government hierarchy, since I was a part of it. I was paid good money to do my work, and it was all that mattered.
I remember having dinner with my group at the office when a commotion ensued in the building. Employees from nearby offices were banging at everybody's door cajoling everybody to join them at EDSA. We looked at our boss and saw him on the way out of the office. He told us to either stay put or go home, as it's becoming rowdy outside.
|June Keithly honored during EDSA commemoration|
Enroute to Camp Aguinaldo
We looked at one another, and most of the group decided to stay in the office to wait it out. A small radio was tuned in to the rebel station, Radio Bandido, with June Keithly at the helm. I decided to go to Camp Aguinaldo, where people were congregating, together with one spunky staff. We were the only two brave souls in the office who were unafraid to join the fray at the gates of Camp Aguinaldo.
As I drove my car, I was surprised to see people from all walks of life going the same route. Some were students walking in groups, some were residents from nearby subdivisions in their cars, the nuns and priests came in busloads with rosaries in their hands, and many were just ordinary people and bystanders who were there to make themselves be counted.
I got startled when I saw military tanks going the same route. I got scared and decided to park my car on the side street and walk with the group of religious people. My thoughts then, was that they will be the last group to be bombed if things get nasty. Upon nearing the gates of the military camp, I got scared out of my wits when several nuns and priests barricaded the tanks entering Camp Crame.
It was a highly tense situation until I saw several women giving flowers to the soldiers. I did not know what was to happen next. The nuns and priests were headstrong and did not move an inch. A few minutes later, the barricade swelled with more people, and everything was at a standstill. I felt then, that whoever blinks first, will die. To compound the tense situation, we heard attack helicopters flying up above, circling around us.
I can't take that anymore. I don't like to die young. I had goosebumps all over my body and was scared stiff. I don't know how I managed to get back to my car and drive home. All I knew was that it seemed like a trip out of hell, and I got out of there fast --- like there was a devil running after me.
Everyone knew what happened next. The Marcos regime blinked. It was a bloodless revolution that gave birth to a new democratic order. That act of defiance through People Power, led to the downfall of the dictator, President Ferdinand E. Marcos.
And I was there when it happened.
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