Doing DEERS and ID cards in the new embassy building
Feeling my normal measure of trepidation, I took the entire brood, all six of my current dependents, to the embassy yesterday to enroll them in DEERS and for ID card issue. Why the anxiety? I don’t know. There’s something about going to my own embassy that always inspires apprehension, even dread. Just the sight of that compound causes my skin to crawl. I hate that place. I’ve met few other ex-pat Americans living here that don’t feel the same way, as if we are unwelcome intruders when we venture through its portals and gates.
On the other hand I certainly won’t complain that we military retirees have access to the services that we took advantage of there yesterday. Nine years ago, when I was discharged from the Air Force and came here to start a new life, if we needed to get our dependents entered into the DEERS database for subsequent enrollment in TRICARE, we had to do it entirely through the Retiree Activities Office via embassy warden Jim Boyd’s office in Angeles City. His people did well filling out and sending in the paperwork to American bases on Guam or Japan. But doing it that way could take much of a year, or longer, to actually have an ID card issued. I say good on Mr. Boyd and whoever else is responsible for making this present program happen.
So, for those of you who may also have need of going to the embassy in Manila for new ID cards, you might want to read the following account of how it went for us:
Over the last few years since retirement from the Air Force I’ve developed a case of the “put it offs.” I mean I should have accomplished the DEERS enrollment months ago as soon I got married last December. It’s not as bad as it sounds though, since I did begin to look into it back in April. That’s when I learned that the waiting list was already so long that the embassy operator informed me that they weren't even taking phone calls again until June, which was more than a month away. That’s when it dawned on me that I should have started working on it back in January.
In early June I stopped in to the RAO on MacArthur Blvd not too far from here to follow up on another task recently accomplished, that being the acquisition of a tax ID number for my wife. While there for that it occurred to me to ask about the possibility of doing DEERS enrollments through the RAO, like we used to do in the old days. Leony, I believe her name to be, informed me that such a thing would only be possible if I were an Army retiree, as it could then be theoretically done by way of Korea or some such thing. But, she encouragingly let me know that it would be much easier and faster if we did at the embassy, and would I like her to make the appointment for me? “Well, heck yeah!” I immediately responded.
I went home and filled out a list of all my dependents, to include full name and birthdates. My wife dropped it off at the RAO the next day. Two weeks later I hadn’t heard anything yea or nay, so I dropped in to follow up. The very next day six emails dropped into my Inbox, an appointment slot for each of my charges. That was in early June with an appointment date set for yesterday, September 21st. So, thanks to Leony. She was as good as her word.
As far as what one needs to bring by way of documents and IDs, ten days before the appointment I stopped into the RAO once again for any last advice on the subject from Leony. Jim Boyd was there and handed me a copy of the latest RAO newsletter containing dated info on what to bring and where to go. I decided to wait and speak to Leony anyway, just in case she had additional stuff that I should know. After waiting four months for the appointment I imagined with a sick feeling showing up without some needed document I hadn’t thought of. I sat in front of her while she leisurely assisted a fellow Filipina, I assume a US citizen. Forty five minutes later she had time to answer my little one minute question. I really shouldn’t have been so impatient; after all, I’m retired for Chrissakes. It’s not like I had anything better to do. (That’s what I kept telling myself).
I needn't have waited anyway, as little of her info was current. She told me to bring my retirement ID (I always do) along with my DD214 discharge as well as my step kids’ birth certificates, my divorce decree ending my previous marriage, and my latest marriage certificate. (All that is in the RAO newsletter). I was concerned about IDs for all the kids to prove they are who they are; for that, Leony said to bring school IDs. She also said to bring an original of all docs along with one copy of each.
I figured the process would make for a very long day in Manila since the appointments were staggered from 1:15 pm all the way up to 2:30, with 15 minutes allotted for each. That’s like an hour and a half to update 6 DEERS applicants and to issue ID cards to all my people ten years and older. I’ve had similar work done at bases before and couldn’t imagine why so much time would be required.
Another time element to factor into the logistics of our embassy trip is the current monsoon season now holding sway here. A single storm cell moving slowly across the island can deliver enough water to bring all traffic to a sputtering stop for as long as it takes for drainage to clear Manila streets, which depends on the volume of rain delivered and how long it takes the storm to pass through. (A two hour trip can become 8 or 9 hours worst case). Until you’ve experienced rain in the tropics you haven’t truly experienced rain. The drops don’t come down individually; it dumps onto the earth in full heavy unending sheets, as if someone up there is continually pouring out the sea from a gigantic bucket. The racket it makes prevents normal speech. Two people conversing within a few feet must yell to be heard over it. The rain doesn't hit the ground so much as it assaults it.
Our driver picked us up in a large rental van and we were on the road by 0900. If all went well I knew that would put us in the vicinity of the embassy by 1100, more than two hours before our appointment. But, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Besides, that would give us time to grab an early lunch at McDonald’s and stroll some through Luneta Park located cattycornered across the street from the embassy.
We were lucky. Not a drop of rain fell on us that day; although we could see plenty of dark ominous banks of towering clouds in the distance. As planned, we found ourselves driving up Burgos Avenue past the Intramuros just before 1100. The driver found a place to park near the McDonald’s across the street from the Seafarer’s application building and we killed a half hour having a leisurely lunch. That still left us more than an hour until our appointment. Taking our time, we strolled through the western end of Luneta Park.
Passing by the Rizal shrine I made my usual disparaging remarks about the marines guarding it. One marine was at modified parade rest while the other, evidently bored, fidgeted with his rifle, practicing various drill movements with it on the back side of the monument. I shook my head at the apparent randomness of their actions. “If they’re not going to do it right, they shouldn’t do it at all.” My wife always wonders what I’m fussing about. “They look good to me,” she says. “Yeah, well, you can’t spend five years in the Corps without knowing otherwise,” I grumbled.
We spent time exploring the displays on both sides of the Rizal Monument. It’s been seven years since I last visited the Rizal Diorama, and since none of my step kids have seen it before, and my own two little ones don’t remember seeing it, I decided we should all explore it. It was only a couple bucks for the seven of us to get in and it’s definitely worth every penny as far as I’m concerned. The caretaker encouraged the children to explore close up the almost double actual sized bronze statues depicting Rizal’s life and execution. My kids took him up on it and made themselves part of the diorama, as did I for that matter. I was gratified that my kids wanted to know all about what the figures were all about and so I happily went into professor mode, answering all their questions.
From there, we followed the cross promenade back past the obelisk devoted to Rizal with time left to investigate the German monument, a water fountain once much used by Jose during his stay in that country during his days learning how to be an eye surgeon. The date on the simple fountain is from the 1820s. The Germans greatly admire Rizal and graciousy donated the old fountain in memory of him. I always get a thrill from such things, imagining the young Rizal bending over to splash the streaming water over his head and face before cupping it in his hands for a long and satisfying drink.
By that time it was past 1230, time to head over to the embassy. I wasn’t sure where we should park now that the new expensive looking building is open to serve us. There used to be a large triangle of lawn and a parking lot in the southern end of the compound, and I knew that that spot is where the new Social Security office is now located. I had the driver pull into the kids’ museum as we have always done over the years. I figured we’d just hoof it from there down to the other end where the new building is. It’s a long trek, but I knew we could handle it. Just the same, it’s probably a 700 meter stroll to the new gate from there.
First thing I noticed is the lack of people. The scores of locals who used to sit, walk, stand, and generally hang out along that first stretch of sidewalk are all gone. I didn't see a one. In the past, that section of walk would be so crowed that I’d find myself stepping out into the street to get past them. Now there is no one.
We finally made it all the way to the other end of the embassy fence. I asked the guards along the way for the way to Social Security for DEERS and ID cards and they each pointed the way inside to the first check point. I handed over my ID and the stack of appointment emails. The guard glanced at them and waved us through. Once again, I was surprised at the lack of people. In the old days we had to wait in a long line to get through that first check point.
The next stop, doors number one or two. I asked “Sir, which one for Social Security DEERS?” That guard pointed us to the door to the left. We entered and went inside where they x-rayed our bags and metal detected and half-assed frisked us. They asked us at least five times for our cell phones; I guess not quite believing that we did not have any. (I made everyone leave them in the car).
We made our way from there out another door to the gigantic new building we all have heard so much about and have watched go up for the past year and change. It’s big and spacious. Social Security is on the second floor (a sign informed us of that). We took the elevator. As I had done from the beginning, every time I passed a guard I asked for directions to Social Security DEERS and I did so yet again as we passed over the skywalk to the large waiting room. I’m glad I did because this very last guard in the long chain of them that I querried informed me to go all the way to the right to window 24. (Yes, there are THAT many windows!)
Window 24 is a bit hidden from direct view as you approach it. You have to be almost on top of it before it becomes obvious. As we approached I had the gang take a seat in the front two rows of the completely deserted section of seats facing "our" window.
Through the tinted glass I observed the chest shoulders and head of a sharp young black fellow wearing a navy blue button down shirt with dark maroon tie. In the 20 plus minutes it took him to take care of my entire brood I learned that this professional fellow is an army troop assigned to the JUSMAG. As such, his primary duties are with the Joint US military Advisory Group and not there behind Window 24.
He informed me of his main job in explanation when I let him know how long it had taken to get an appointment to see him. The very respectful, youthful sergeant said he only had time to do DEERS and Mil IDs two days a month, the first and third Wednesdays of each month.
We had that bit of conversation towards the end of our engagement when it was clear that he was going to quite easily finish with my entire lot in just over 20 minutes. Mulling it over, I spoke, “First of all I want to thank you for being here and doing this for us. You being able to provide this service means more to folks like me than you know.” I went on, “BUT, you just easily finished six DEERS inputs, scanned in all those documents, and issued 4 new ID cards, and you did it all in a fraction of the time allotted. Considering how fast you got it all done, don’t you think you could fit in a whole lot more customers per day? Maybe work on reducing that backload? . . .I’m just say’n.” No answer. Maybe he didn't hear me. Chuckle.
The trooper had only one more photo to take of one of my girls for the last of the ID cards when another older veteran and an even older Filipina came up to the window. Both of them were scheduled for appointments back about noon time and had simply taken the information on the confirming emails at face value. The emails I had received stated the same thing, to take a seat in front of Window 3 in the Social Security section. That instruction is based on the OLD situation. So, the two of them had sat their butts in front of that closed window and just waited and waited. Ha! I’ve lived in this country long enough to know that hardly any bit of bureaucratic info can be taken for granted. I ask EVERYONE I can find, and then I find someone else and I ask them too. And I would never just sit in front of a closed window. I go up to someone and tell them I’m there for my appointment, so where do I sign in or get a number. If the person I ask doesn’t seem absolutely sure I ask someone else. After 15 minutes I make a nuisance of myself and go up again, just to remind them I’m there. It pays to do this. More than once I’ve seen veterans sit in the Manila VA outpatient clinic two hours after their appointment times, patiently waiting to be called. Each time it happened it was because their paperwork had been mishandled and shunted aside. Soooo, it doesn’t hurt to politely go up and remind “them” that you are there.
A few other “lessons learned:”
• Leony told me to bring originals and a copy of all documents. Actually, he didn’t care about originals and would have taken just about anything I had. He took each document, scanned it into the system and then returned each to me.
• Leony also told me I should bring my DD214 discharge form. The DEERS guy didn’t require it. I’m already in the system and my retirement ID card is all he needed to confirm that.
• There is a new skywalk very near the new embassy building. If you don’t want to make the long walk from the old parking area to north of the compound, it looks like there is plenty of free parking across Rojas Blvd. So, park there and take the skywalk for quicker access.
• None of the kids needed their school IDs, but it does't hurt to bring them just in case.
• My wife needed to provide two forms of ID showing her new married name (my name of course). We used her passport and drivers license, but a postal ID could be used too if need be. (Postal IDs are quick and easy to get here).
I didn’t mind the long stroll back to our van at all. After waiting all those months I felt greatly relieved to have my "mission" accomplished. On the way back I found a spot through the plywood construction fence where I could see into the area where the old building once stood. I was shocked to see that they have completely knocked it down. Holy cow! Are they going to build something else in there? Whatever it is they are doing, and from what they have already done, they’ve spent a LOT of OUR money on it.
Since we were done so early I asked the kids if they wanted to go in and check out the Kids’ Museum called Museo Pambata. The van was already parked in the museum parking lot anyway so why not check it out? It was a good move. They loved it. It’s contains displays covering a mixture of Philippine History, culture, and science. I always get a kick out of the history and culture exhibits. If you have an hour to kill I definitely recommend a visit if you have children under the age of 11. For all seven of us I think we paid about 400 pesos—well worth it.
Labels: DEERS, ID cards, US embassy Manila
Vigan Visit, I learn of Diego Silang
After finishing the accounts of our eight dives up in Claveria I took an unplanned blog break. Sometimes it happens that way. I go on a tear for a few weeks before losing steam and falling into unintentional hiatus, always meaning to write but not quite getting around to it.
Actually though, I haven’t been completely out of it. After uploading the last of the trip pics into
my Flickr photostream I began to research the place of our last notable stop on the trip, that being the famously intact old colonial town of Vigan. That was over a week ago and STILL I’m reading. The way it works, I start into a subject that leads to questions, which leads to other subjects and still more questions. And so it goes.
And I haven’t just been researching and surfing; I HAVE been writing. In fact, coming back up here to the top of these pages and pages of meandering writings, all of it inspired from our short stop at Vigan, I’m not sure how to post it all. My thoughts bounce around all over the place, and now there’s so much that I’m not sure how to break it up into comprehensible installments. And STILL I’m not done! Oh well, it’s not perfect, but I need to start posting—so here goes.
Vigan.
We pull into Vigan around lunchtime. I was only aware of its obvious major attractions, that being its old and beautiful architecture unique to the Spanish era of the Philippines. And there’s plenty of that to see for sure. In fact, everywhere, even in non-tourist areas, it’s easy to spot obviously old structures.
Although usually decrepit, the commonalities of these ubiquitous old buildings are their fired clay bricks. Most of these weathered reddish orange bricks are covered with a layer of cement or plaster, much of it long since cracked or broken off to expose the original brickwork beneath.
Something I find fascinating about Vigan’s brick buildings are the necessarily thick walls of these antique structures. Depending on how tall the walls, some are five or six feet thick. The really large churches and bell towers are even thicker at the base than that. And the REALLY big churches, the ones that soar into the sky, not only have super thick walls but also have add on bulwarks called buttresses for extra support.
These add on’s, often beautiful in their own right, some gigantically immense, are also constructed of brick and keep the high heavy stout walls from bowing outward and collapsing. For me,
the Iguig Church, built starting in 1765, provides one of the best local visual examples of the super support version called flying buttresses. I saw this beauty by chance during a visit to the Cagayan Valley about 7 years ago. St. Paul's buttresses seen in this photo are not very imposing, and certainly don't "fly," but its easy to see how they work to keep the walls up. (
And I've learned since originally posting this that these squat buttresses are designed this way to make the building more "earthquake proof," even as the flying ones are "earthquake prone.")
Don parks in the plaza in front of the Vigan cathedral, called Saint Paul’s, built in the early 1600s. We eat a quick lunch at the McDonald’s located cattycornered to the cathedral. Later, I notice that the design of this Micky D's, or McDo's as they call it here, resembles the look of the nearby cathedral and bell tower, as seen in the photo. I’m tickled after noticing the resemblance — very clever.
A line of horse drawn buggies, called
kalesas, are parked along the south side of the cathedral on Burgos Street, a thoroughfare that splits the Cathedral from its bell tower.
Don assures us that a buggy ride is THE best way to see the best of Vigan. I am not so sure about getting into another kalesa after being ripped off by one in Manila’s
Intramuros to the tune of about $50 a few years ago (it’s a long story); but after Don guarantees nothing like that will happen in Vigan we happily load up into two kalesas and begin our tour of the town.
The kalesa driver takes us up Burgos past
Salcedo Plaza then right up Quezon for quite a ways until we reach the National Highway where we turn right. After passing the plaza there is nothing much remarkable to see; I wonder what the deal is, but after only a short distance up the highway our drivers cross the highway and let us off in a driveway leading up to a beautiful church with a separate bell tower quite a ways from it on a hill to the east. It is quite a sight.
“Ah, now THIS is more like it!”
Until I sought to learn about this particular church, called
St Augustine's, I mistakenly thought we were still in Vigan; I even loaded
my Flickr photos of it under the caption of “St. Augustine Church, Vigan.” But no, it’s actually located across the Mestizo River in the town of Bantay. (Note to self: change the Flickr set title from Vigan to Bantay).
From the historical sign on the church façade, three items immediately strike me—1) it was built starting in 1590; 2) it was damaged in WWII, after which it was rebuilt/repaired; and finally,
3) it mentions Diego Silang, who leads an Ilocano rebellion against Spain in 1763. And now that I've more closely examined the sign, and realize there's a mispell on it, I can now see that it states the church is the site of fighting during the rebellion. I'll bet you its close to the place where he was murdered even! It IS after all the highest spot in Bantay; so what better place for the rebels to have their fortifications?
From there, my quest for information begins—for me, that's ALWAYS where the REAL adventure begins:
So, the church of St. Augustine goes back 421 years—very impressive to a guy like me who appreciates such things. Even so, the town of Vigan, just across the river, becomes a colonial town under Spanish domination almost 20 years before that, in 1572, the year that Juan de Salcedo (Vigan's main plaza is named for him) subjugates the area for King Philip II.
As Spain was want to do, it rules over the indigenous people here with a heavy hand. It takes over the land and resources, and forces the locals to work as slave labor. This cruelty continues for hundreds of years and results in a string of rebellions until the final one against Spain in 1896; although it could be said that the very last one was against the American occupation starting in 1899, and I would even add a final final one, the People Power Revolution against Marcos in 1986. And while we’re at it, let’s back up a bit and add the Filipino Resistance against the Japanese from 1941 to 1945.
And that brings us back to Vigan and Diego Silang, the fellow from 1763 mentioned on the St. Augustine Church informational sign. Uprisings like the one he led that flared up across the archipelago during Spanish times have intrigued me to no end. I was unaware that there were so many until I took a Philippine History class in 2004 during my short college career here. (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_revolts_against_Spain)
A fascinating thing about these numerous insurgencies is how the Spanish managed to quell them all and mostly quite easily. They did this even though there were never all that many actual Spaniards here, only a few thousand Spanish soldiers at any one time.
Keeping in mind the great expanse of the Philippine archipelago, no matter how many troops there were they couldn’t be everywhere at once. How then is it that the Spanish, relatively few in number, were able to so easily subdue indigenous mutineers each time they rose up, time after time, for 350 years? (
Although there was one rebellion on Bohol that went on for 75 years; it only ended when its leader finally died of old age! Even so, “the damage” was contained as there was little danger of it spreading to other provinces.)
Actually the scheme to maintain control was quite simple, and in a twisted way, ingenious. It comes down to the simple adage of “divide and conquer.” From the beginning there is nothing to unite the scores of diverse ethnic groups dispersed across hundreds of miles and thousands of islands of what the Spanish artificially compiled into “The Philippines.”
In fact, much like the continuous warring between the native tribes of America, the various clans here also tended to be contentious and suspicious of each other. All the Spaniards had to do then was to maintain that animosity by keeping the various peoples isolated from each other, physically, culturally and socially.
The ugly truth is that for over 300 years, rebellions in the Philippines are put down mostly by the natives themselves. For instance, say a revolt breaks out among the Ilocanos; the Spanish might simply deploy forces made up of troops from other areas, perhaps Tagalogs or Cavitenos, men with absolutely no affinity for those they are ordered to put down. (
There is nothing unique about this, the British during its days of empire also used native regiments to good effect. The US did much the same thing during The Indian Wars, and also used native forces in the Philippines called The Philippine Scouts).
Profoundly perceptive and cruel, the Spaniards are no fools; they learn from their mistakes. Magellan himself provides the very first lesson in how NOT to do things here when he foolishly leads an attack against Mactan’s Lapu Lapu, even telling his new allies, the Cebuano chieftain Humabon and his warriors, to stay put, while he and just 60 Spaniards take on Lapu Lapu’s hundreds. The overconfident Magellan is overwhelmed and killed in the surf just off the a Mactan shore along with many of his men—lesson learned. In the decades that follow Spain rarely fights exclusively with their own forces against insurgents, preferring instead to use “native troops” to do their dirty work.
It seems to me then that the primary way that Spaniards keep the native peoples alienated enough to willingly kill each other across their far-flung Philippine possession is to discourage a common language. I haven’t been able to find any source stating that wholesale teaching of the Spanish language is actually outlawed among the masses; nonetheless, it isn’t until a more liberal period begins in 1863 that Spain finally begins teaching Spanish en masse to common Filipinos. That’s when Queen Isabella makes public education mandatory, including the teaching of Spanish. Even so, with few proper schools ever built and even fewer teachers available to staff them, most of the population never learns Spanish.
I’m still not sure then if Spanish as a common language was officially banned, or if it just happens that way, perhaps it is because so few natives have any real contact with Spanish speakers, except of course with priests; but most of these friar types serve their flocks using the local dialects.
I remember reading in a Philippine History text book a few years ago that it actually WAS outlawed to teach Spanish indiscriminately, but so far I’ve found nothing to confirm that on the internet. I’m leaning towards it being purposeful. I think they did this only here because unlike their American territories, which were fairly easy to reach in a few weeks, getting to the Phils took many months, even years depending on sea conditions. Hence, ruling the Philippines from Spain was a logistical nightmare. In fact they didn’t even try; it was actually administered by way of the viceroy in Mexico. (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acapulco_galleon)
Regardless of why the Spanish language does not take hold among the masses even as it certainly does throughout all of Spain’s other colonies in Latin America, the fact that most native Filipinos can not converse between ethnic groups keeps all rebellions local affairs, and thus more easily crushed. That is, until the very last one, called the Philippine Revolution in 1896.
Of course, even the 1896 revolt turned out to be a failure, although undoubtedly the most successful, mostly due to the rise of Filipino nationalism, which must be directly attributed to two things: 1) The increased use of Spanish across the colony, and 2) the end of a more tolerant liberal period of rule in 1871, when Spanish hardliners regain power and reinstate a new era of cruelty and terror. It’s ironic then that the most successful Philippine revolt of all is actually made possible by the Spanish themselves. Once they let the cat out the bag it is impossible to get it back in there.
But that is more than 130 years after the time of the Ilocos rebellion led by Diego Silang, the Ilocano man mentioned on the display at the Bantay church of St. Augustine.
Actually, even as I read it there, Silang’s name was vaguely familiar to me; I’m sure I read about him a time or two, but after being right there in the place where he makes history I am compelled to examine more closely the life and times of the man.
At the moment I'm writing this I believe that Diego Silang probably comes from a fairly privileged family. (
Interjection: but wait, I'm reading on several sites now that he is actually orphaned young; so much for having a family!)
He is raised an Ilocano in the Vigan area (
his dad is from Pangasinan, his mom Ilocano). Because he can speak Spanish, a pretty good clue that his family is well off (
well, maybe not, if he was orphaned at a young age!), he is able to work for a Vigan priest as a courier; as such he makes many trips to and from Manila. Naturally his travels give him an expanded view of the world so that he learns to hate the Spanish abuses he sees all around him; his powerlessness in the face of injustice must gnaw at him. He probably dreams of throwing the bums out some day.
His opportunity to do exactly that comes when the English take over colonial control of the Philippines during
The Seven Years War; although, all they actually manage to control is Manila only.
Diego uses that time of Spanish weakness to ask the Spanish authorities to give Ilocanos positions of authority in exchange for his allegiance against the invading English. They imprison him instead. A priest friend, Fr. Millan, gets him released, but as soon as he’s freed he makes further demands, such as the removal of certain badly acting Spanish.
When authorities in Vigan deny his new demands he incites an armed rebellion. After his forces take Vigan and imprison all the church powers that be, the Brits jump on the “Silang bandwagon” and make him their man in charge of the Ilocos region. The problem is that they never do anything more than that—even though they promise troops and arms.
It turns out he should have executed the captured clergy; if not that, then he should have kept a closer eye on them for these so called “men of God” conspire to pay one of Silang’s friends, a Judas named Miguel Vicos, to assassinate Diego.
Vicos, known to be Diego’s friend, is allowed to pass through Ilocano lines. Diego warmly greets him and they begin to converse. Vicos, seemingly benign, shoots Diego in the back even as they are still talking. He dies in his wife’s arms.
Gabriela, Diego’s wife, well-to-do from an earlier marriage, attempts to continue the rebellion, but with no help from the Brits a strong Spanish force sent from the south, along with many native troops, repulses the Ilocanos. She is captured and hung right there in Vigan’s Salcedo Plaza along with her men.
What a story! Reading it makes me angry, but most of all it is "déjà vous all over again." It’s a reminder that
Luna too was assassinated by his own disloyal troops, and again how
Bonifacio dies at the hands of his own people as well. Combined with the use of native colonial troops, this sort of internal backbiting, which happens in several revolts here, allows a relatively few Spanish to control a population that greatly outnumbers them.
Note that the leaders of the following revolts are all betrayed internally: Pampangenos Revolt (1585), Conspiracy of the Maharllikas (1587-1588), Magalat Revolt (1596), Silang Revolt (1762-1763), Palaris Revolt of 1762-1765, The Philippine Revolution (1896-1898) and The Philippine Insurrection (1899-1902).
I haven’t been able to find much on the traitor, Vicos, the man who kills his friend, Diego Silang, evidently for a handful of coins. This
particular site claims that he “was a Spanish Mestizo who bore grievances” against the man he kills. Obviously, whoever wrote that seeks to lessen the stigma of the act. No mention is made of the relationship between the two men, and by describing Vicos as “Spanish” the inference is that it wasn’t really a betrayal at all. Then again, it could be that it is simply referring to the description “Spanish Mestizo” on the inscription that was on the Bantay monument built in honor of Vicos’ treachery, a monument that I assume no longer exists. (
If anyone knows otherwise, please let me know.)
Another bit of information is in the Wikipedia article on
Diego’s wife, Gabriela, where the writer claims, “he was assassinated by order of royal and church authorities in Manila.” This reference to Manila seems to remove any blame from priests located there in the Vigan area. It is also incorrect since Manila at the time is held by the British; the Spanish governor,
Anda, was then at large, holed up in
Bacolor Pampanga out of reach of the Brits. But after further reading I may have to stand corrected on that point since the British did not interfere with church goings on at all in the Philippines, even with the Catholic authorities in Manila. (
I'm not sure why the Brits didn't put a stranglehold on the friars too, since they ran this place every bit as hard as the governor general and crew did--not very smart of the Limeys if you ask me!)
Because so much written online is suspect, often skewed by those seeking to further their own agendas, much of what I find here I take with a huge block of salt. For instance, one site states that at one time Silang is captured by the Spanish but escapes or is released with the help of a friendly Spanish priest named Millan. This short article states that the Spanish Governor, named Anda, orders Silang to surrender or be branded a traitor. At this Silang goes to the Brits for succor, which they gladly provide.
But then the author goes on to claim that it is Anda who actually plots Silang’s murder by approaching Vicos and another conspirator named Pedro Becbec. I’m not sure how this could happen with the Governor Anda being so far away. It would have been someone local, who knew of Vicos' friendship with Silang that would have arranged that kind of nasty little detail. There’s no mention of any priestly involvement at all, except for the kindly Millan—which makes me believe the writer seeks to keep any negativity away from the church.
This site has a version that makes a lot of sense and I’ve read similar accounts elsewhere: “
While Silang initially wanted to replace Spanish functionaries in the Ilocos with native officials, and volunteered to head Ilocano forces against the British, desperate Spanish administrators transferred their powers to the Catholic Bishop of Nueva Segovia (Vigan) who in turn rejected Silang's call. Silang's group attacked the city and imprisoned its priests. He then began an association with the British who appointed him governor of the Ilocos in their behalf and promised him military reinforcement. The British force never materialized.”
The above piece has Silang appealing to the Spanish Bishop in Vigan to assign native Ilocanos to positions of authority, which means at first he is still willing to work with the Spanish. That sounds plausible. But when the church headquartered in Vigan says no he takes the town, imprisons the bishop and his monks, and THEN goes to the British. This shows that Silang is practical; he realizes he doesn't have the resources alone to make his dream of an autonomous Ilocos happen and is willing to work with anyone to make that happen, be it Spanish or English. Notice Silang isn't a nationalist, but a proud Ilocano who desires self-rule for HIS people.
On that note, there is a final opinion statement in the
Wikipedia article on Silang that I find outrageous:
“
Diego Silang could have been a real leader of the people struggling against oppressors. Unfortunately he opted for compromise and shifted his allegiance in a most servile manner from one master to another.”
What the heck is THAT all about? Talk about subjective and just plain wrong! It’s why I caution against using ANY source exclusively, ESPECIALLY Wikipedia, when that site allows something so blatantly opinionated as that to be the last word on a subject.
Aside from accuracy, sometimes the internet just doesn't provide enough data period. I seek specifics, as in “God is in the details.” For instance, I still desire answers to the following questions: Where does Vicos shoot Silang? What happens to this back shooting traitor? Is he then reviled for all time by Ilocanos, even as he is praised and celebrated by the Spanish? And where are the interred bodies of Diego and Gabriela, and even of the collaborator Vicos?
Aha! Some info and an answer or two! I found something on
this entry in backpackingphilippines.com: The writer claims: “
Lastly, it was also in the town of Bantay where Diego Silang was killed by Vicos, on a street named Encuentro at the town plaza, now named Diego Silang Park. There also used to be a monument to Miguel Vicos at the town square.” (Alas, yet again, it turns out that part of this claim may be incorrect as Silang is probably not killed there in town, but on a nearby fortified hilltop. See below.)
And still more info from this very well-crafted blog post authored by someone who, based on his wording, appears to be a very proud Ilocano indeed, and so his
article on Silang IS subjective; which I have few problems with as long as the facts are correct and not confused with opinion. Here are some interesting assertions from it that I have yet to read elsewhere:
1. His baptismal certificate gives his full name as Diego Baltazar Silang y Andaya.
2. Orphaned at an early age, he is taken in and educated by the Spanish friar cura of Vigan.
3. Surviving a shipwreck off the coast of Zambales while doing his job as a church courier, the savage Zambals kill all else, except Silang who is spared due to his youth.
4. He is ransomed free by a Recollect missionary.
5. Spanish friars depict him in writings as wise and brave, speaking excellent Castilian.
6. The capture of Manila by the British in October, 1762 inspires Silang to petition the Spanish to redress the grievances of his people; instead they arrest him for sedition. His imprisonment enrages his followers. Provisor Tomas Millan secures Silang’s release.
7. Once released, Silang submits demands to the Spanish which they reject: (Read the five demands in the blog post. I must say, this piece on Silang is the most complete I’ve yet read).
8. On December 14, 1762, Silang proclaims a free Ilocos. Near Santo Domingo, about ten miles from Vigan, he defeats the Spanish. On to Vigan he goes, and wins again. Bishop Ustariz and government forces flee across the river to the fortified convent of Bantay. Alcalde Mayor Zabala also flees.
9. Silang besieges Bantay and captures it. He allows the Bishop to stay unmolested in the convent. Zabala is captured at San Estaban by other Ilocanos and he too is kept safe by the intercession of Silang.
10. Silang rules well and fairly. News of his success reaches the British who offer their protectorship if he allies himself with them. Silang agrees and the British governor promises troops and war supplies.
11. At this point Bishop Ustariz and crew plot to end the rebellion once and for all by having Silang assassinated. They choose a friend of Silang, Miguel Vicos to carry it out.
12. After receiving the blessings of Bishop Ustariz at the convent, Vicos and Buecbuec ascend the hill (Pandok ni Silang). The guard captain lets them pass knowing them to be Silang’s friends. Silang, inspecting the battery of the fort, sees his friends, and welcomes them. While talking Vicos shoots Silang in the back. He falls, calling out to his wife nearby: “Matayakon, Maria!” (I am dying, Maria).
13. Years later the Spanish authorities, to glorify Vicos, erect a monument to him at the Bantay municipal building. It was a monolith of brick with the figure of a dog on top and inscribed: “In honor of Miguel Vicos, a Spanish Mestizo, for having shot and killed the seditious traitor Diego Silang in the year 1763, after having invoked the blessings of the Holy Virgin of his deed.” The dog of the monolith represented the “fidelity” of Vicos to Spain.
14. In 1914, Don Juan Villamor, provincial governor of Ilocos Sur, orders the removal of the dog on the monolith and replaces the Inscription with one honoring Diego Silang.
Another forum post out of Germany titled “
Diego and Gabriela Silang - Los Indios Bravos” is also quite comprehensive and provides a few more additional insights.
And here is yet another well written account of the Silang story
posted by Wolfgang Bethge.
So far though, none of the many online articles, blogs and forums on Diego & Gabriela Silang talk about the “after story,” which to me is the “Miguel Vicos Story.” Did he REALLY kill his friend for profit? If not, then why? Did he hold a secret grudge against Diego, and was this resentment SO great that it allowed him to kill his friend? Perhaps the bishop got to Miguel with the rationale that he would be “doing God’s work” with this murder. Then again, maybe he actually did it for the money?
I've read a couple of conjectures that Vicos may have been convinced that Silang intended to execute the bishop. Based on Silang's actions up to that point I find such a thing implausible. He was not that kind of a man. Raised in the church, he prayed daily, some of his best friends were priests, and he had spent most of his life in service to the church. By virtue of his magnanimity he prevented his people from killing the hated mayor as well as other Spaniards that his followers would rather have seen dead. He is a moral man, a very good man, who may well have died because he WAS so good. What's that we Americans like to say? "Nice guys finish last!"
If I had a time machine I’d go back to the time just before the murder takes place. I want to see and judge Vicos’ comportment as he greets and begins to banter with Silang. From what I’ve read, Diego was astute; everyone he encounters at all levels, including high ranking clergymen, say so. Why then didn’t he sense the treachery to come? Surely Vicos must have shown some hint of the tension that MUST have been boiling within.
And what of Vicos’ accomplice, Buecbuec; what was his purpose? Did the bishop assign this coconspirator as a second gunman? Was he also armed? Or, was his job to be an intimidator, an ever-present threat to make sure Vicos actually goes through with it?
The written story, at least what’s on the internet, of the Silang murder ends as he dies in the arms of his wife. We know that she goes on to attempt to continue as the rebel leader, but she too soon dies, ending the rebellion.
But what happens up there on “Pandok ni Silang” in the moments after the fatal shot rings out? In the pandemonium are Vicos and Buecbuec able to escape? Does a call go out for their capture? Do Ilocanos everywhere then revile them?
We know that the Spanish are so appreciative that they build a monument to Vicos right there in Bantay, a brick monolith that stands for almost 150 years (and perhaps its STILL there?). How do the locals feel when they pass it by over the decades? Is it a reminder of their fate if they ever dare to rise up against Spain again? Does the sight of it rancor the generations that follow, or do they even know what it means? After all, the inscription was in Spanish next to the image of a dog, and the average native couldn’t read. It could be that after only a few years the meaning of the Vicos monument becomes obscure to the average Ilocano.
What happens to Vicos after that fateful day? If he's captured and killed by Silang’s people I’m sure we’d read about it today. I’m thinking he made good his getaway and lived out his life elsewhere in the archipelago. I would hope that he was unable to exist anywhere in northern Luzon, but with memories being so short here, he may well have. THAT could be why no one now writes about the fate of this horrible man, because maybe he did what he did and well profited from it. If so, it’s not something to be proud of, like the murders of Luna and Bonifacio, something best ignored and swept under the rug. Personally, I’d like to know where the man’s body lies so I can go there and curse it, but that’s just me. I’m not nearly as forgiving and forgetting as the average citizen of this country, and shame on me for that.
I’d better end this installment now before it becomes too long. It may well have reached that point already for many readers. Just remember though, I’m not done talking about Vigan by a long shot.
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Update: I came across some more online information from which I derived the following. I've also included it in my next post about Bantay's St. Augustine:
And since previously posting on Diego Silang, I believe I’ve figured out WHERE he was killed. If you read my last post you’ll learn that Silang was assassinated by his friend, Miguel Vicos. Based on some clues from the internet, I’m pretty sure this murderous deed happened only a stone’s throw from the church’s main entrance. It would have been just down the hill, near the town’s municipal building in a spot that used to be the town square and now called Diego Silang Park. I’ve created a Google map that shows the site of the church and the possible site of Silang’s death. See it below:
View Bantay Church and Bell tower, also possible Diego Silang death site marked in a larger map
I'm guessing about the Silang death site. I wish I would have actually walked down the hill to the Bantay town hall and police station, as well as the playground now called Silang Park. I think I've got it correct though, based on what I found on
this site specifically about Bantay:
