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Saturday, October 10, 2009

A WORLD CALLED PARALEGALIM


by: Piai Palma



Prelude to Learning Paralegalism



Learning is and will always be my favourite endeavour. If a difficult activity involves learning, I would not retreat from it nor show a sign of hopelessness even if it will take me a lifetime to learn that lesson. Education, whether formal or informal, opens new doors, windows, and avenues through which one can explore possibilities and horizons. This is especially true with regard to the law.



This was contrary to my previous belief that learning, my being a student, would end in law school. It never really occurred to me that there was an uncharted yet useful universe of legal knowledge and skills simply called “paralegalism”. I never encountered this one before, not during college or law school. (Though it might have been mentioned in one of my classes during which I probably was thinking about something else.) Here is the story of my experience with the world called paralegalism.



Pre-Campaign Mode



After wrestling with and cracking my brains out from the most harrowing examination I had in my entire life, the first agenda I had was to take a long rest. I decided to give myself a good break. And, indeed, I was given a good break. That fateful day I received an unexpected call from Ate Bibing, one of my mentors (Kon eleksiyon pa, gikamang ko!). She called to ask me to go back to CDO the soonest possible time and be part of the “marchers” of the Sumilao Walk. At first, I doubted the feasibility of the plan, because walking would literally mean travelling with all my cargo behind my back (And in case you want to know, I do not travel light).



Nevertheless, I joined the 55 Sumilao Marchers, uncertain of what will happen to me and clueless on how the walk would inspire me and teach me lessons that I will never learn from law school. For the six-month duration of the walk and campaign, there was no time for me to think about the result of the bar exam (although I prayed once in a while that the examiner would be in a good mood when checking my booklet).



“Taking the law and putting it into the hands of the marginalized groups and communities”, this is a goal that a lawyer should be pursuing. Knowledge of laws should not only be available to those who can afford to study law in a formal school, it should be made available and accessible to those sectors particularly affected by the law, always. This holds true in the case of the Sumilao Farmers who have struggled to reclaim what is rightfully theirs. And I believe that the predominant factor in the Sumilao Campaign is paralegalism.



Paralegal Activities Culminating in the Decision to Walk




Years of strategizing, tactic sessions, and case conferences with the farmers brought about the decision of the Sumilao Farmers to walk for 1,700 kilometers and personally ask the Government for redress of their grievances. Fifty (55) committed Sumilao Farmers (members of the organizations MAPALAD and SALFA), together with groups believing in their cause, gathered to reclaim what is legally theirs. The ability of the farmers to transform their case and to demand accountability from the concerned government offices enabled them to maximize not only legal options but extralegal strategies as well. These options and tactics, of course, were developed over time, taking their roots from the MAPALAD hunger strike that inspired the Sumilao Farmers to persevere in their pursuit of asserting their rights over the 144 -hectare Sumilao land. Finally, the Sumilao Walk for Land, Walk for Justice emerged.



Paralegalism at Work



Climbing a 10-step staircase is not easy, especially when one has to do it several times. However, this feat is nothing compared to what the Sumilao Farmers have done. Imagine, they (should I say we) had to wake up as early as 1:00 in the morning to prepare for the march, traversing an average of 35-45 kilometres per day. This is an unbelievable story, even to me who was part of it, but you have to believe it.



It was actually during those hardships they encountered, under the heat of the sun and the pouring rain, that the Sumilao marchers were able to discuss and deepen their understanding of the issues in their case. It was along those roads, as they came nearer to Manila where the seat of Government is located, where they imbibed the value of their struggle to assert their rights.



The farmers, young and old, did not only understand their case but also learned to effectively communicate their claims to the public. Though they have no formal education, their experiences taught them to share their knowledge and views on citizens’ rights and public accountability to the public. For them, walking was the most strategic way of telling their stories and sharing their struggles with other farmers whose rights had also been trampled upon and besmirched.



Paralegalism Passed on through Generations



Most of the marchers are married and had families whom the left behind when they walked to Manila. Security and protection for their families haunted each and every one of them as they travelled from one island to another. This was just one of the various issues encountered by the farmers which led to some heated discussions and arguments from the front to the end line of the march. But they did not let these small irritants affect them. Instead, these concerns harnessed their ability to discuss and resolve arising conflicts, ranging from personal to organizational. Another extraordinary thing about these farmers was their ability to combine skills in mediation and negotiation with their traditional way of dealing and settling their conflicts or issues in their community. (Majority of the farmers are Higaonons.)

The marchers who have been exposed to struggles in the past one way or another have made significant contributions to the growth and wisdom of the younger farmers. Under the guidance of their elderly, the young marchers were not only able to learn to speak their minds but they also learned to handle their differences smoothly. One of the venues that the group provided for the farmers to share their experiences and opinions was the daily reflection sessions. The participation of the farmers in the reflection sessions was overwhelming as they themselves were able to develop strategies on how to make the daily walk less stressful and more bearable.



Paralegalism used in Getting the Message Across



The Media has always been seen by the farmers as a very powerful tool in the advancement of their rights. Hence, telling the Sumilao story to the media played an important role in disseminating information about their case and the genuineness of their claim to the whole world.



One of the strategies the farmers adopted in developing their communication skills was to rotate the spokesperson’s role. Each one of them was required to speak before the public using the megaphone, to explain their case and to call on them to support their cause. So by the time the media people came to interview them, they were confident enough to respond and deal with the media. However, the farmers made it clear that they would not stop their march while media people were interviewing them. They could not afford any delay and they had to arrive at their stopovers by night time.



They were disciplined enough to continue with their walk, regardless of the eventuality or individual desire for rest or meandering. They only stopped at times when their command leader advised them to do so, and only at designated and safe places. Throughout the march, we learned that what captures the media’s attention the most is the human side of the story and its connection to the endless struggle of the Sumilao Farmers. As days passed, more and more media became interested in the walk until the day the 55 marchers returned to Sumilao. In a way,the media became their allies in accessing justice.



Through all this, using the law as a means to access justice was the primordial tool used by the Sumilao Farmers to validate their claim ad to make our government and its leaders accountable. The Sumilao Farmers are not lawyers in the technical sense of the word, but they have “lawyered” for themselves by walking and taking a stand for what is right.

(Photo by: Bro Ogie of SLB)




February 18, 1998

Secretariat Office

by rjack2000

Sitting on the bench

All alone with no one to turn to;

To talk to

I’ve been waiting for some rescue.

I guess nobody dares to care

I may sound so alone;

It’s not only that

There’s something else more than that.



And it’s greater than that

I’m angry again;

I don’t know why

I couldn’t find any answer.



Unless there’s somebody

who is ready to lend a hand

Who understands, Who cares

For Whom?

Nobody else but ME…



Friday, September 18, 2009

911 Breakfast Buffet

"911 Breakfast Buffet"

written 09-18-09



In the early dawn of September 11, 1980, the fifth baby was born in the family of six. She has round sparkling eyes and fair-colored skin. She was named PILIPINAS MARY C. PALMA with a nickname “Baby Piay/Piai/PI”.


To make the long story short! When I was still a child, even with the meager earnings of my parents, 911 has been a celebration of the family. There’s always a small gathering of family members sharing what was prepared in the table. I always loved having cakes and spaghetti’s of course, I mean, who wouldn’t be with that age. And the best part of it all is the blowing of candles.


But when I started to get older, it seems to me that 911 has become a very personal event of my life, that I become selfish to the extent that I don’t want friends to celebrate it with me. I tend to make 911 a day of personal reflection and recollection to the extent of making me out of reach from family and friends who wanted to wish me all the best in everything. Funny! But it had been my practice for quite sometime now that is, having time alone during 911. Friends surely do not understand what I have become these past few years. Plus, 911 in the year 2001, has turned my life into mourning and grief instead of a celebration because it was also the year when the US was attacked and caused death and injury to many innocent people. But I don’t want to dwell on this part of the story because it will only remind me of the heartless people who have made such a huge destruction to mankind.


Now, back to 911! It was only on my 25th birthday that I again felt that 911 is a family celebration, that’s when my younger brother Thirdie phoned and asked me to come home to Bohol and have a joint birthday celebration with him. I was so amazed and strucked because Thirdie could have celebrated his 22nd birthday ahead of me but he chose to celebrate it with me. It was one among the sweetest gift I could ever have from my siblings, simple yet so full of love. After that day I could always feel the sense of togetherness even when I’m islands away from my family, 911 is indeed a celebration. Although, I prefer to always hibernate on 911. If not because of my family and friends, I wouldn’t celebrate my 26th, 27th and 28th 911.


Now here comes my 29th 911. Yeah! it is definitely sad not to stay sweet 28 forever, where a lot of things had happened during this time of my life. I have become accustomed of just celebrating 911 as normal as it can be. But, come to think of it! 911 come once a year and I couldn’t help but wonder why would I hibernate all throughout the day when I can have it after the celebration. That’s where the 911 breakfast buffet comes in. Usually, I attended mass in the morning to start my 911 with thanksgiving for all the love that God has poured unto me. But, why not start my day with a thanksgiving for the greatest gift of all… THE GIFT OF PERSONS… I would never have become what I am today if not because of the people who have been there for me through moments of celebration and mourning. These people are the ones sent by God, in whatever way they can to bring color to this solitary and wandering life. Of course I could have celebrated my 29th 911 to my hometown and with my family, but I know they will always be here inside my heart wherever I may be. And I’m so blessed for having very loving and thoughtful sisterhoods and brothers who always reminded me of the joy and excitement of celebrating birthdays when we were still kids. Yes! My 29th 911, was full of amazing stories of family and friends physically present or not, who have become part of my journey for the last 28 years, and hopefully for the coming years. A bundle of thanks for all who greeted me in advance and all the belated greetings and gifts, it was a wonderful 29th 911.

Monday, September 14, 2009

FALSE BEAT

December 13, 2000

Room 426 USC-Main

“for wing”

by rjack2000



Memoirs are still fresh

Moments we once shared;

I have given you a test

You only care less.


You uttered you love me

But that doesn’t mean so much to me;

There’s something more that I want

Something made out from a decision

A DECISION TO LOVE…


Attraction is your taste

Looks for you is the best;

That’s why emotions left easily

Since reasons are not kept.


Alas! I like you

There’s nothing I could do;

Reality makes me see

That you are in me.



Unfairness? Aye! I admit

T’was a part of me, you don’t know;

You’re still a child for me

Such mindset of mine doesn’t fit in you



Time has changed

And so did we;

Priorities left us hanging on a cliff

Without choices at stake.



Instinct does not run through me

For reasons is my soul;

You cannot control

Because I’m not a fool

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Drifting thoughts of a beloved!

What am I that you should love me and hold me as your dearest love of all… the first time I heard of this song made a tingling sensation inside my tummy, a mixed emotion crashing down on me and eventually left me teary-eyed. I could not contain the lines that strucked me, seldom will I shed a tear when hearing music but hearing the lyrics made me wonder again and again, am I worthy of my lovers love? Don’t get me wrong, I have been in love and will still continue to love, but I asked myself did I love my lover as he has loved me more than I could ever wonder? I kept reminding myself that in loving it is not important who gives less and who gives more. But is the love I gave more than enough to compensate my constant lovers’ love for me, a cast of doubts crashed into my heart. Then question sprung, am I really worthy of his love.

They say that when a person cries and the first drop goes in the left eye, it meant that the person is sad, but when its on the other side, the person is happy… and yes, this is truly a confession to make, duh… when I hear this song, the first drop always goes to the left side (not that I can control my tears from falling to this direction). Does this mean that I am sad because I don’t truly love him in return? Or because of shame because sometimes I fly often away… (My thoughts keep on drifting to the times that I become unfaithful to the covenant that my lover and I made)

Shame… yes! I am ashamed because no matter what I do he always give his love without asking something in return. I am ashamed because I cannot and will not be able to reciprocate his love. I was again struck when I read the homily of a priest I used to know while having my review where he talks about respect and obedience to my lovers’ will, i.e. doing the right things without me hurting myself and other people. Obedience without fear and letting go of the things that is not for us, surrendering when the pain is too much to bear and faithfulness to my lover, that no matter what happens he is there for me and will embrace all of me without hesitation. This is another shameful situation, because I know I have disobeyed my lovers will a countless time.

But I relentlessly talked with my lover despite my shortcomings and one of the best ways to really hear my lovers’ loving presence is my self-confessed prayer. It is there at that particular moment that I truly burst my heart out without fear of misjudgment and ridicule. It is in praying that I have time to talk with him, to be thankful of the gifts I have but at the same time ask myself what have I done to deserve his love even at times I become unfaithful to him and when I deviated away from his plan (which always happens). Fr. Jboy once shared to us (reviewers), during a mass held at UP that praying should not be understood as a reward and punishment mechanism, that is, one pray because she wanted to ask him for a favor, and I for one commit the same mistake over and over. Pardon me for defending my actuations, but I would always consider my lover as my emotional buffer as I am a very secretive person when it comes to my personal life. No one could better understand me without judgment but the lover of my soul. And pardon me again, because I can’t change the way I talk with him no matter what.

Succumbing to pain, yes I have had pains that I never shared to anyone, how I died of pain of losing something that I dearly loved, for making a truce with my lover that caused too much pain in the end and thereafter change the course of my path. I was there already but I opted to take another path away from the person I truly love, the man who would not break my heart. And as I begin to forget about him, another one came and come back and then again, I think this was never meant to be. Happiness could only be had if and only in loving it is coupled with commitment that is to really be with the person no matter what the cost is. “Deny oneself pick up ones cross and follow Jesus” does not literally mean go with him, but it’s doing what he loves us to do. I began to wonder why can’t we be with the ones we love especially when all seems to be perfect. Why can’t the love of our lives deny oneself pick up his cross and be with the one they love? There are really things in this world that is beyond our grasp and that includes love…

There are so many instances in my life while having chat with my lover that left me teary-eyed. As I intently listen to my lover and what message he wants to get across, my mind wanders around the words spoken, and could see scenes in my daily life that I had omitted, committed and/or most of the times abstained from doing so. I have wondered why in certain point in my life why I asked myself why God would gave me so much or why I could not have some things that I believe should be mine. But despite of it all, his presence embraced me to understand that my ways isn’t really his ways. So, I will end my thoughts and let this pain of mine be drifted away by his unfathomable love as I surrender all that I am to the one who really loves me the most--- may this song be a constant inspiration to be thankful for the gift of life….. Thank You LOVER OF MY SOUL for your constant reminder.





MY HEART’S THANKSGIVING

*REFRAIN:
As I sing my heart’s thanksgiving
And my eyes look heavenward
How the stars you flung like jewels
Bid your welcome, shine your light
As I marvel at your moonrise
I’m in awe, yet I ask,
What am I that you should love me,
And hold me as your dearest love of all?

You crown me with honor and glory
And you set all things under my feet
You have made me a li’l less than angels
Even if I fly often away (*)

In my anxious and brow-beaten moments,
You comfort me, fill me with peace
When my foes threaten, dare and surround me,
You’re my strength; you’re my light and my shield (*)

How exalted your name is, O Yahweh,
And how lofty the work of your hands
Yet how closely, how dearly you draw me
To your love, your divine majesty (*)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

When all the lights are out!


Often than not, we tend to be so convenient in using electricity and forget about emergency power failures. But have we ever given a thought to prepare ourselves when all of the sudden lights are turned off and all we can see is total darkness?

Yes! Darkness sometimes pissed us off especially when dinner is set and we are about to taste the first spoonful of delicious food. We say, we don’t want to experience it again. At this point in time, a light, i.e., emergency lights becomes handy.

Why handy? It is because we do not need to carry on heavy generators in cases of emergency, like when our place is hit by a typhoon, hurricane and all sorts of calamities. It is then handy, because kids at home can use it without any danger.

Indeed emergency lights is safe and easy-to-use, safe as this does not contain high voltage of electricity hence, kids at home will be far from being hurt. It is easy-to-use, as there are only buttons to turn and/or push in times of use.

In fact, there are varying types of emergency flashlights fit for all usages, to name a few; the 4-in-1 auto emergency flashlights built for home use, the multifunctional emergency flashlights used for wide range area and illuminates it just like ordinary lights, there is also a glow stick emergency flashlights which is handy for campers all over the world as it is super small yet it glows twice as much as ordinary flashlights, the solar torch flashlights fit for conserving energy, there is also what we called the squeeze flashlights which by its name one will surely how to manipulate it, and last but not the least is the TLPFL-0610 ideal for Home and CarSpot to Flood Beam.

It is then important that not only in our homes that we should have emergency flashlights but also to wherever we go, in our cars, office work, in our bags and even in our pockets because, even a little spark could save life, and that maybe yours.

i fly away

They say that when a person cries and the first drop goes in the left eye, it meant that the person is sad, but when its on the other side, the person is happy… and yes, this is truly a confession to make, duh… when I hear this song, the first drop always goes to the left side (not that I can control my tears from falling to this direction). Does this mean that I am sad because I don’t truly love him in return? Or because of shame because sometimes I fly often away… (My thoughts keep on drifting to the times that I become unfaithful to the covenant that my lover and I made)