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Was Christ an EJK victim?

Extrajudicial killing. EJK. I know. This is hardly the topic befitting the holidays. However, in light of what some people had raised recently, it got me wondering: is it true that the Lord Jesus Christ, whose birth we recall and celebrate at Christmas, was a...

Art amid slaughter

Roughly 700,000 children put at risk due to a previous administration’s decision to use a highly-criticized dengue vaccine. More than 10,000 killed in Duterte’s drug war. Close to 50 youngsters murdered by vigilante groups. Increasing cases of sexual assault, misogyny and rape. Renewed...

Echoes of Abuse

The hashtag #MeToo campaign is something to marvel at. I’m glad people are coming out with their testimonies against sexual assault or harassment. It’s unprecedented what’s happening all around the globe. This reminded me of several instances where, as juror in contests between school publications...

Reminiscing the inhuman in humans

That night, the soup tasted of corpses.  ~ Nobel laureate Elie Wiesel, “Night” I waited for this thin volume to arrive for nearly a month. It was a book I have longed to read: Night by Nobel Peace Prize winner Elie Wiesel. I stumbled...

It takes one to know one

In my career as a writer, editor and journalist of a little over three decades, I thought I had seen and heard it all. On this account, sometimes it pays to be proven wrong. I have learned all these years that some issues remain...

Random Pickings

Train of thought: Taxes versus corruption

Death and taxes, the two most common occurrences on this benighted planet, are also the most mysterious and inexplicable—respectively. Let’s face it. Death comes regardless...

The danger of illusions

As I write this, the Consultative Committee has unanimously approved the draft of the new Charter allowing Federalism “without any objection” (based on a...

Jolo on my mind

  The first filtered photographs that did the rounds of social media came to me as a shock. The explosion ripped the old wooden pews like...

Philosophy at half-past three

Early last week, a fifteen-year-old boy, one I’ve considered a son, wept after he paid me a visit early in the afternoon of Monday....