This is the winning piece of Patricia
Evangelista during the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted
by the English-Speaking Union (ESU) in London. Tricia won the Best Speaker
award and bested 60 contestants representing 37 countries. The theme of the
competition was “A Borderless World”. Tricia is a columnist of the Philippine Daily Inquirer.
BLONDE AND BLUE EYES
By Patricia Evangelista
WHEN I was little, I wanted what many Filipino
children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and
white.
I thought -- if I just wished hard
enough and was good enough, I'd wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside
my window and freckles across my nose!
More than four centuries under western
domination does that to you.
I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of
years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will
have gone abroad in search of “greener pastures.” It's not just an anomaly;
it's a trend; the Filipino diaspora.
Today, about eight million Filipinos
are scattered around the world.
There are those who disapprove of
Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of
someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with
each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it.
My country is a land that has
perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives
in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up
and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.
Or is it? I don't think so, not
anymore.
True, there is no denying this
phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is
now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no
individual can claim to be purely from where he is now.
My mother is of Chinese descent, my
father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino -- a hybrid of
sorts resulting from a combination of cultures.
Each square mile anywhere in the world
is made up of people of different ethnicities, with national identities and
individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already a
microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the
world, so is my neighborhood back home.
Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora,
or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It
must be understood.
I come from a Third World country, one
that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of
dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we
have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They
have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.
A borderless world presents a bigger
opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of
identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who
support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million
seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships.We are your software
engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your
doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's
West End.
Nationalism isn't bound by time or
place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still
remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a
multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We
are, indeed, in a borderless world!
Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of
choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire travelled all over
Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word.
We call people like these balikbayans
or the ‘returnees' -- those who followed their dream, yet choose to return
and share their mature talents and good fortune.
In a few years, I may take advantage of
whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world
doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It
isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back
to the country that shaped me.
And that's going to be more important
to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning.
Mabuhay.
And thank you.
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