For the last 18 years, I have seen how Manila grow and wither. Despite the changing administrations with unfinished business every end of 6 years, I have learned to accept (and ignore) the changes it had experienced.
But during the last two years of the Aquino administration, my eyes were forced open with the vicious reality of our country’s state. Every day whenever I watch the evening news, there will be a story about a drug lord being able to decamp jail like as it is just their home. They even designed their cells with wide screen TVs, jacuzzi, and split type air conditioning units. There will also be a story on CCTV footages of a colorum public utility vehicle dropping their rape victims in deserted roads.
Everyday ladies are reminded not to wear shorts (despite the weather) whenever they commute because they might get raped. Everyday gentlemen are told not to fight back whenever they are being robbed just not to get murdered. Every day we, the Filipino citizens, are afraid to fall asleep on our arduous 1-hour-turned-4-because-of-traffic commute because our things might get stolen. Every day we, human beings, are robbed the safety in our home, our motherland.
No wonder the battle cry of the iron fist, Rodrigo Duterte, was so popular he won by almost six million against the candidate behind him. Just a few weeks after he took his oath of office as the president there are already massive killings of drug users. Even though this sounded bad news because there are “killing,” for the ordinary citizens it is otherwise. Manila, a once infested playground of the drug lord and their drugged pawns, now felt safer and filtered.
Every day there will be drug users curled up at the side of the street taped with a huge cardboard, with a note “I am a drug pusher, do not be like me.” or “I am a snatcher, do not be like me.” Every day there will be drug users who are surrendering to Police stations just to spare their lives. Every day there will be deported foreigners trafficking the young.
But of course, for those families affected, these killings will never be humane. Even though how much of a criminal their departed loved ones were, they are still their family, and they will mourn for them, and diss the current administration because it is against their plans.– Woah, I almost saw my brain when I rolled my eyes.
Where is justice?
It has been a common question coming from a lot of affected families. They said the police officers shot their loved ones when they are not even retaliating attack; they were helpless, and the police officers brutally pulled a trigger at them countless times.
Every time I hear their voices full of mourning and anguish, I always remind myself that I should be empathic because it’s still their family. In whatever angle you look at, there is someone killed, and that is still a life full of memories.
But I despise these people. I despise how they’ve spent their remaining money to drugs instead of feeding their family or saving up for their family. I know of individuals taking these illicit drugs but are still in their proper state of mind, but let’s head into generalized scope, most people abusing the use of these illegal drugs are transforming into their worst self. They commit crimes with bashful immorality, and they batter anyone against their plans.
If we are just talking about finding justice, how about finding justice to those who were murdered, robbed, trafficked, and raped by these drug lords and their drugged pawns?
Violence breeds Violence.
With the killing of criminals, the other side of the boat is questioning the authority of the police officers. Did they follow the right procedure? Did they kill the right person (drug user) and not just any innocent civilian looking like a drug user? What if Martial Law reincarnates and give police officers omnipotent jurisdiction to kill people because “they’re cleaning up the country”?
What about those past years when criminality did not receive this kind of attention? When they are being pacified just to lie low and not cause too much damage, was there no violence at all?
It was just less violent because it’s just the criminals’ side doing the barbarism and the ordinary people are just on the one hand trying their best to be invisible just to save their lives. It was just less violent because there is no serious and unified opposition from the ambassadors of peace and order.
It was less violent, but it’s not peaceful.
There is the cold breeze of fear in everyone’s mentality; there is no infused respect to everyone from everyone. Respect is no longer earned, and they are just given to those people who are power dressed and someone they can benefit from. No less, no more.
It is seen in movies, in printed broadsheets, in media news coverage, and everywhere that these criminals are superior with their guns in their hands. It is not the gun that is evil but the one holding it.
I am against killing, but if it’s killing a convicted criminal of a felony under due process, I don’t see any reason why not.
The clamping of these prisoners, in a small unwell, ventilated cell and being fed through the taxes automatically deducted every month to the working class. Some of the prisoners (especially the rich one) can even go out of the jail, design their cells to their comfort, and smuggle drugs, money, and promiscuous women.
If they don’t have any plans on rehabilitating themselves, I think it will be better if a capital punishment will push through so that the national interest for safety, peace, and order will be more achievable.
It will not only kill criminals, but it will also serve as a reminder for other people thinking about being a criminal, of the possible catastrophe coming their way.