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People Power II - A Diary of 5 Days

Note : The following article is based on the diaries of two women (Fides Bagasao and Roni) who were at the EDSA Shrine rallies. One worked as a security marshal on the stage while the second was in the food brigade in the command room the second floor of the shrine, next to the stage.

First Night, Tuesday, January 16th

I got home late that night, and was so tired, I didn't have energy to see what was on TV but I heard that Senator Nene Pimentel was resigning.

After a few minutes of sleep, there were loud knocks on my door. It was my board mate, in a state of panic and blurting  out that Pimentel had resigned as Senate President. We decided to turn on the TV and saw the outvoted senators crying.

On the other side of  the hall saw  the sister of Ninoy Aquino, Tessie Aquino-Oreta dancing a jig ,happy at the result of the vote. There was grief in my heart, like watching a beloved die in my arms or a cherished value twisted in my lap.

My anger made me restless. Then I heard that Cardinal Sin and Cory Aquino  were calling people to go to EDSA.I packed my things and that moment my heart knew, THIS IS IT, We will have a revolution, we will have another People Power revolution.

Second Day: Wednesday, January 17th

Little did I know that the stage at the EDSA shrine, is where I would make my humble contribution to People Power II.

My first assignment was to find speakers from the crowd .The politicians turned me down, because they wanted a bigger crowd. What the heck! This revolution is not of politicians; it is the peoples!  I decided to take speakers from the students, vendors, farmers, mothers, elderly. This is their revolution, so they must be heard!

I became stage marshal: I cleared who entered the stage. Politicians forced their  way to the stage and our marshals were poked at with guns, strangled, and manhandled by their bodyguards.

Third Day: Thursday, January 18th

Understandably, during the daytime the crowd at EDSA tended to be sparse. Still, the people never stopped coming at all the hours of the day, Towards afternoon and at night, EDSA and Ortigas would be filled with people chanting ERAP Resign.? Meanwhile, the format of the program remained the same: vocal artists  belted out popular songs, followed by speeches by leaders of the students, farmers organizations,  labor ,urban poor, Muslim and indigenous communities.

Fourth Day: Friday, January 19th  

The original plan was to march to Mendiola this day. However,  for security reasons, the march was cancelled. Earlier, pro and anti-Erap groups had already clashed.

At the GMA-Kamuning stations near our office, hundreds of people also headed for EDSA. At the Ortigas terminal where we got off, the crowd which was held up in a long queue and chanting ERAP RESIGN.?It was still midday but already hundreds of thousands had converged at the EDSA shrine.

That evening, the sight of the hundreds of thousands of Filipinos packed on the flyovers, and the streets below, the continuous rain of confetti, the fireworks lighting up the skies, the passionate chanting, all the political, show business and military celebrities, the resignation of  top government officials including the Philippine National Police Chief Panfilo Lacson, an avid Estrada loyalist, the playing of anti-Erap music to the tune of the 60's songs, Wooly Bully?or some Latin American tune made the crowd wild.

Inside the secretariat room, for the fourth night, I assumed my work in the food brigade for the graveyard shift, the 7-12 midnight shift. As on the past three nights, I would help in receiving and distributing the food. I also swept the floor and tried to keep the floor dry. The food never stopped coming. Bread, pizza, gallons of water, coffee packs, sandwiches, packed  meals. When asked to sign their names on a list, the donors refused to have their names  known.

Around 10 pm, we were given instructions to set up the room for a press conference where Senator Roco announced that if Erap didn't leave Malacanang by  12 midnight, the protesters would march to Malacanang at six  the next  morning.  Malacanang was the seat of power at the head of Mendiola Street.

Fifth Day: Saturday, January 20th  

I tried to take a nap after midnight ,anticipating the long march from EDSA to Mendiola.

Around three in the morning, Jane, my office mate went out to search for a ladies room on the chapel grounds. A mass was going on inside the chapel. I was touched to see many people, young men and women, sprawled on the cold floors of the chapel, deep in slumber.

As we went further out into the street to cross to Galleria Suites, we saw more crumpled bodies in the shrubs and on the pavements. I thanked God, that this was no war, that these bodies were not lifeless, but simply exhausted and only asleep. The march to Malacanang took four hours and the atmosphere was truly unforgettable. Duster clad women with babies in their arms, noisy children and men swarmed along with the marchers and  joined in the chanting. People came out with their own props expressing their sentiments.

At noon, we reached Mendiola and we heard that the new president of the republic was already being sworn in. In an hour we heard on the radio that Joseph Ejercito Estrada had left Malacanang with his family. I could not believe all these was happening.

I heard the broadcaster mutter; Ang dating Pangulong Estrada  (the former President Estrada ).These words were sweet music to my ears. After two years of being insulted, mentally wounded, by the presidency of Estrada, he was finally out of Malacanang.

I felt like a prisoner being freed again into the open air. I felt I was waking up from a really bad dream. Yes, life could be beautiful again. Our future had begun. Mabuhay ang Pilipino! Mabuhay ang bansang Pilipinas!!  
 ( Long live the Filipinos! Long live the Philippines! )

        By Fides Bagasao and Ronico
                               fbagasao@hotmail.com


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