We Have become untrue to ourselves

We Have become untrue to ourselves

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We Have Become Untrue to Ourselves!" By Felix B. Bautista With all the force and vigor at my command, I contend that we have relaxed our vigilance, that we have allowed ourselves to deteriorate. I contend that we have lost our pride in the Philippines, that we no longer consider it a privilege and an honor to be born a Filipino. To the Filipino youth, nothing Filipino is good enough any more. Even their Filipino names no longer suit them. A boy named Juan does not care to be called Juanito anymore. No, he must be Johnny. A girl named Virginia would get sore if she was nicknamed Viring or Biñang. No, she must be Virgie or Ginny. Roberto has become Bobbie; Maria, Mary or Marie. And because they have become so Americanized, because they look down on everything Filipino, they now regard with contempt all the things that our fathers and our fathers’ fathers held dear. They frown on kissing the hands of their elders, saying that it is unsanitary. They don’t care for the Angelus, saying t
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LANGUAGES USED: Filipino and English ------ The faces in my childhood memories were fuzzy, in fact, I couldn't remember much of how everything went when I was younger. Except, how my mother looked at me with loathe and was constantly unloving. Growing up, I held onto my dad's words, 'you're special' or so I thought. Ever since I remembered, there have been people trying to kill me. Why? Not only was I hated, but others even want me dead! My life only changed when I met strange people coming from a world I only knew existed in my imagination. History was retold. Lies were unveiled. In the end, my blood was heavier than I expected.

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