I swore never to write about the dreaded social disease ever again. But it is inevitable. Ever since I learned how to read, corruption, petty or big in scale has been a regular topic in the national broadsheets. Even in small town neighborhood discussions, whispers about corrupt governance is a staple. Corruption is an enemy we have been battling all this time. But its strength snowballs by the minute. Is there hope at all? I'm too afraid to answer.
For the past months, I have avoided reading the papers. If I do, I would skip the front pages for the happier and juicier showbiz gossips. I got tired of the incessant bickerings that define the Philippine political landscape. It has been a constant source of shame. One of the lawyers in the firm I work for asked me one day, "what's wrong with your President?". Or, "was your former President the one accused and convicted of plunder?" Or " I've been to your country, and my, why is it so corrupt?".
My, why is it indeed? How does an honest young Filipino professional contend with the fact that while he is working his ass off as dignifiedly as he could, some stupid old hag and her minions can taint his heritage without much effort.
It's not the country where I want to grow old anymore. Or raise my kids in. Change is a must. It is a shame. A real shame.
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