Another excerpt from Miguel Syjuco's "Ilustrado":
Boy Bastos's daughter Girly asks his father, "Daddy, what is politics?" Boy is very proud of her inquisitiveness. As he's gotten older, spent and rebuilt the small inheritance his father Erning left him, risen in politics, watched his daughter grow, witnessed his son being born, seen his marriage shed its glitter, he's realized that our greatest doom is to raise children who'll repeat our mistakes. This he know is something he doesn't want.
He says, "Well, Girly-girl, let me explain it this way. First, I'm the head of the family, so you can call me the President. Your mom makes the rules, so you can call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we can call you the People. Your yaya Inday works for us, and we pay her for her work, so we'll call her the Working Class. And your baby brother Junior, let's call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense."
Girly goes to bed, pondering what she heard. In the middle of the night, Girly awakens. She hears baby brother Junior crying, so she checks and discovers he's totally crapped in his diaper. Girly goes to her parents' room to find her mother fast asleep. Unable to wake her up because of the sleeping pills taken every night, Girly goes to her yaya's room. The door, however, is locked. Girly peeks through the keyhole and sees her father in bed with Inday. Girly goes back to bed.
At the breakfast table the next morning, Girly tells her father, "Daddy, I think I understand politics now."
Boy is proud. "Wow!" he exclaims. "You really are sharp! Explain to us in your own words how politics work."
"Well," Girly begins, "the President is really fucking the Working Class. And the Government doesn't do anything except sleep and sleep. Nobody ever pays attention to the People. And the Future, well, the Future swims in shit."
I just finished reading the book. For its first time.
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