Pale Glow of Dawn

by: Rufo-Tigs Tidalgo

Timid sunrise peeps over Mount Hilong-Hilong. Faint morning blush of shine paint the sky to cuddle a gloomy day. The valley awaits a new beginning. Election is days away and the future is in the hand of those that are ordained by choice.

It is not easy. What has been in the campaign is difficult to let go. Fresh wound bleeds and hurt pierces the heart. Our process of choosing leaders grossly becomes an obnoxious nest of anger. Hardly does forgiveness overcome vengeance for fair election is not in fashion anymore. It turns into a power contest between family clans. It's a syndrome of who's the toughest guy in the block.

Banking against hope, people wish for elected officials to deserve their mandate. Corruption in government is intensely rooted in the system and in few cases even organized to collectively deceive. However, feeble as it maybe, possibility still exist that from within the usual alliance of the elected, someone out in remoteness may emerge in purpose to encourage guidance for public well being instead. Human nature is full of surprises. Neophytes may take the role.

It will not then be a question of bad apple in the basket. It is more of a good apple in a basket full of rotten apples where honesty is already equated as weakness. It is most difficult for them to maintain ethical values. Standing in moral correctness amidst a herd of unprincipled company is by itself subject to spitefulness and reproach.

There were those who tried and got in to realize that it was not for them. Armed with noble intention to change, they learnt the hard way. The powerful and the experienced can't just be pushed out from old habits. It was worth a try, but rules of the game implied not to attempt again. It's too much of a sacrifice for an upright person to endure.

This is the hard reality in government service today.

The system has to change and modes of the day should not discourage the willing. Course correction is necessary to purge crookedness and ineptness out of public service. It is in the doing of new blood where redemption is likely.

Restoring proper decorum is unattainable in present climate. But it has to be worked out and every attempt to mend shall be encouraged. To rid officials of misconduct is ineffective without inference to consequence from within peers.

This entails self sacrifice. Working inside to demand honesty in the governance of the community is obviously unpopular. It is to step on the toes of powerful people with muscle and audacity to subject opposition to adversity. It is not for the faint of heart. Many a brave tried and failed. Some served a term and that was it. Most were simply absorbed into the fold.

It was after election years ago when someone told me. "What hurt most is the thought that I can't realize my dreams for Butuan." He ran as a candidate for mayor and lost to wealthy and powerful people in town.

He lived a modest life with unfaltering conviction for honesty. He gave no quarter to misdeeds. He had the fortitude to defy what wasn't right. He was a defender of the weak, a kind hearted man and a fierce enemy against corruption. Yes, he was Melong Fortun, a fighter and a friend.

There must be some Melong Fortun somewhere within the quarter of a million people in Butuan today. A few is needed to wear his shoes. The monster he left untamed, which then also devoured public trust and belonging has grown more in size and shape. It is now a standard practice to exploit and to abuse at will.

Election is a process to effectively shield citizenry from malice and tyranny. It now becomes a mockery thereby losing its meaning and purpose. Without its potency, people are bare and helpless against the assault of the selfish. Our government whose object is for public good is by itself an uncaring autocrat to pilfer from the innocent and the weak.

The pale glow of dawn continues. It goes hazier and dimmer each morning. The future gives no glimmer as no one seems to care anymore. Election fever is afflicting the valley. Rhetoric is without substance. Everyone is fighting their little wars that they lost the way to a better and brighter tomorrow.

Pity!