![]() In the process, we changed entire courses of history. The colonizers sent us to the fields to pick their food we unionized and reaped rich diaspora culture. We ventured into wastelands and irrigated the soil with our sweat, our tears to grow our refuge, over and over. ![]() We’ve broken our hands to wring dignified lives out of the most meager of nothings available to us. The bodies of our elders have been spent in the name of being Pilipinx. In the places we’re thrown to, whether by violence or by choice, we persist, we strive, we connect, we flourish. As scattered and nomadic as we are, our fragmentation is our archipelago extending beyond the islands. ![]() Others have been distanced even further by time, haven’t seen the ancestral land in generations. My goal in asking was to create a little series for Filipino Heritage Month to help instill pride in our culture.Īlso, a big thanks to everyone who took the time to write something out! Maria Bolaños, far from the motherland, separated by national lines, by ocean. I had so many drafts in my head and a couple of versions that I wrote out until I finally settled with the one that’s in this post. The question seems so simple, but the more I thought about it, the harder it was to answer. David, this is a question that has popped into my head quite a bit. ![]() A little while ago, I asked a few of the people I’ve connected with on Instagram “What makes you proud to be Filipino?”Īfter reading “Brown Skin, White Minds” by E.J.R. ![]()
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