“Sir, once again we’re leaving for America on Monday and we won’t be back until December. There really isn’t a sign that says NO RIGHT TURN ON RED SIGNAL ‘cause if there was, we really wouldn’t have turned. There has to be a city ordinance for traffic rules like that, if it isn’t shown on a sign. Besides, the traffic light didn’t have a separate signal for a right turn or any turn for that matter.”
“Ma’am, Tagalog po.”
Miko picked up my cue and added, “Yes Sir, and we’re just going to the National Museum of History and we don’t know where we’re going ‘cause we’re not from here and—”
“Sir, Tagalog! Do you understand Tagalog?”
“A little…”
TANGA EH FIRST HALF OF THE CONVERSATION WIKANG FILIPINO GAMIT NATIN!!!!
The policeman winced and said, “Wait lang Sir I will call my partner! HOY English daw! Dito ka nga!”
In the end the other policeman said, “Ok Ma’am, Sir today we will gib you a chans.”
I love itttt. Now to the real story: the National Museum of History and the Museum of the Filipino people.
We took the tour of John Silva, who calls himself a “writer, a fundraiser, and an advocate for the arts and heritage preservation”. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been to the Met, the MoMA, and Guggenheim of New York, and other museums around Southeast Asia but not my own country’s National Museum until yesterday. Credit for this trip goes to Chino, who told me about it.
The museum used to be the Department of Finance until President Ramos recognized the need for a National Museum. I didn’t know that. (Actually the whole tour was like that: “I didn’t know that!”) We started in the Kasaysayan ng Lahi room where lots of pre-colonial artifacts were stored. Reminder: we were not “DISCOVERED” by Magellan. You cannot discover something that already exists. We had a kind of religion, civilization, dance, music, language, and rituals even before the Spaniards bastardized us.
Our ancestors put bones in jars before the soul would journey to the afterlife. This is the “jar of all jars,” over 2, 000 years old. Looks familiar? Check out your 1, 000 peso bill. This very same jar is at the back.
These statues are called “Ang Bulul”. When these were brought into the museum, the lights in the room exploded for 12 days straight. The statues needed to be appeased, they didn’t like being behind glass. Mr. Silva had to get a babaylan (a kind of priest) who did a ritual involving a chicken, ripping its head off, and splattering the blood around the area. After that, the lights never exploded again. Although museum guards have reported that the statues switch places at night. Mmmm Night at the Museum Pinoy version.
After the Museum of the Filipino People, we headed to the National Museum. I saw the most awesome allegorical Spolarium by Juan Luna. It was finished in Rome back in 1883. The Romans are the Spaniards while the dead gladiators being dragged are the Filipinos. I never understood the extent of this painting’s impact until yesterday. Luna and Hidalgo were the first Filipinos to join the prestigious Bellas Artes competition in Spain and won first and second respectively. This was a time when Filipinos were called monkeys and indios. Parang, “Omigod how could a Filipino win a Spanish arts competition so kadiri naman yuck.” During the celebration, a man named Jose Rizal said, “If we are equal in the arts, why not in political rights?” This quote sparked the being tibak of Rizal and the Filipinos back home.
It’s HUGE. They had to cut this up to transport this to the Philippines.
I loved being here:
There’s this indescribable feeling of being around works of great artists. Manansalas, Ocampos, Abuevas, Franciscos… I get giddy just THINKING about them. Imagine in the future… There will be Panday komiks here. Harakiri time.
1/3 of the Museum’s budget comes from the Congress. The rest come from private corporations. And Tonyboy Cojuangco, who, as it turns out, is not just a patron of Gretchen but of the arts. Another interesting to note is that the museum is free to the general public on Sundays, and free to the poor anyday. You just have to go there and declare that you’re poor. How did this happen? President Erap allocated 50 million pesos for the museum with the condition that it be accessible to the masses. I was pleasantly surprised to learn this. He had a heart for the arts pala.
I recommend all Filipinos to go there. I think it’s important to know that these things exist. It gave me a deeper appreciation and a better understanding of our heritage and culture. I prefer taking guided tours over going on my own ‘cause the artifacts get contextualized that way, but it’s really up to you. Do make time for it. To see more pictures and descriptions of my trip: http://www.facebook.com/annaoposa?ref=name#/album.php?aid=138001&id=524913851&ref=mf