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Edsa 1986 was not my revolution

Marcos, for me, was the name that was always on the tabloids my father liked to read and then fold into a whipping rod, and the marching hymn “May Bagong Silang” that wafted at exactly 7am through our shack from a public school just a stone’s throw away. 845 more words

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Forgetting

I was 17 in 1986. Now, I am 46. I still remember, but I am entitled to just one vote.

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They say time heals all wounds. 797 more words

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