As a physical therapist, I am one of those who dreams of having a career in the United States. And slowly, with God’s grace, I am finally realizing it. Going through the bloody, stressful task of getting there, I came across this e-mail. And it struck me that this was exactly how I feel about leaving. I am dreaming the American dream, but I want to wake up and be home. This will still be home. Here. No matter what.
Pinay wins it big in London
By Alfred Yuson
The Philippine Star 05/16/2004
Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year- old, Mass Communications sophomore
of University of the Philippines (UP)-Diliman, did the country proud
Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37
countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition
conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London.
She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers from all over the
English-speaking world, including the United States, United Kingdom
and Australia, reported Maranan.
The board of judges’ decision was unanim ous, according to contest
chairman Brian Hanharan of the British broadcasting Corp. (BBC).
PATRICIA’S SHORT SPEECH WORTH READING….
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BLONDE AND BLUE EYES
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 upon 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 individ ual
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 o f 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.
