Tag Archives: Benigno Aquino

A Brush With History or Driving Sen. Aquino

In my ongoing family scanning project, I came across my date books from 1978 to 1996. They’re a weird sort of bullet-point version of my life from college through the first few years of my legal career. Here’s one entry reflecting a day that has stuck with me ever since.

In February, 1983, during my senior year at Swarthmore, I worked with a bunch of other students to put on a forum on human rights in Asia with speeches by dissidents from Korea, Taiwan, and the Philippines.* One of the speakers was Benigno Aquino, a former senator and dissident from the Philippines.

Handwritten calendar entry for "Sat & Sun February 5-6" that reads "Pick up Aquino, lunch, Forum 2:30-5:00."

As it turned out, a student was needed to drive Sen. Aquino to and from the Philadelphia airport. I volunteered, borrowed a car**, and got to spend several hours with this brilliant and engaging man. Forty years later, I don’t recall what we talked about, but I recall his charisma and his determination to do right by his country.

Six months later, he would be dead, shot on the tarmac when he arrived back in his beloved country.

I’m so very grateful for the privilege of those couple of hours of conversation.


*H/t Matt Sommer for remembering details I had forgotten.

** I borrowed Adam Greene’s car and somehow managed to break an entire bottle of red wine in the backseat footwell. I can’t believe they would have given the extra wine to a student, but somehow I ended up transporting it, took a sharp turn and created a huge mess. I’m confident Adam is not among my single-digit readership, but 40 years later, I’m still very very sorry, Adam!

New/old rule: no one gets to criticize the way other people mourn

The days since the attacks in Paris and Beirut have followed a predictable Scold Cycle:

  • Massive coverage by Western news sources of the attacks in Paris.
  • Outpouring of sympathy for Paris with associated profile-photo-changing, Marseillaise-singing, and awkward-French-speaking.
  • Outpouring of hypocrisy-pointing-out with calls to acknowledge the recent attacks in Beirut.

Rinse repeat.  Although I guess this blog may be the next round in the cycle:  the criticism-of-hypocrisy-pointing-out.  But ever since Republicans decided to launch a media campaign denouncing the way grieving liberals spoke at Paul Wellstone’s funeral — one of the most craven political acts in a sea of cravenness — I’ve decided that people get to say pretty much whatever they want when they are grieving.  Perhaps all the Tricolour profile photos belong to people who have traveled to France, or have loved ones there.  Or maybe it is because they identify with white Europeans more than brown Lebanese.  I don’t know.  Let them process their shock and grief for a bit before telling them that it’s racist or colonialist.

Corollary:  this is not the time to point out that France has done all sorts of First World colonial bad shit.  Yes.  True.  This is not the time.  Like that time you attended the funeral of a guy who had done both good stuff and bad stuff in his life.  The funeral, right then, was not the time to point out the bad stuff.

Obviously, the media are in a different situation.  They need to be more evenhanded in the way they cover violence.  Yet the American media still cover the rest of the world according to Spy Magazine’s “Death News Equation:”  a calculation that involves the number killed or injured, the “sensitivity . . . of Times editors to the episode,” and the proximity of the incident to Times Square.  And by “sensitivity,” I think they meant “resemblance of the victims to actual Times editors.”  That equation still holds up, though I’ve always thought — based on my experience living in Taiwan — that it was a fairly universal phenomenon.  The day Benigno Aquino was assassinated, the banner headline in the main Taiwanese newspaper read, “China Airlines service to Philippines suspended” with a smaller headline and article below explaining that Mr. Aquino had been shot on the tarmac after disembarking from a China Airlines plane.  We’re all about ourselves, wherever we are.