The most cogent comments from the very young they were college freshmen were these: "How can I progress in life if I dont grease palms?"
"If everyone is bribing, it must be all right."
Some 10 years ago, a study on the attitudes of grade school children was made by a sociologist, and she came out with the astounding conclusion that the majority of young Filipinos would rather be Americans or any other nationality, than Filipino.
I must now admit to a terrible sense of embarrassment when I am abroad and I am asked how is it possible that Imelda Marcos, her children, and all the Marcos cronies are back.
Or, how come we elected Joseph Estrada President.
We are such an assertive and innovative people. Why then are we poor?
We have such excellent executives, technical people working abroad. Why then is our country such a mess?
The answers to these questions are all interrelated. To answer them, I must go to the very beginning, to the rearing of our young, to grade school. Permit me then to make some suggestions, culled from the hindsight of an old man of 79.
Wherever possible, if the school has idle land or can acquire land for agricultural purposes, such land should be developed by the students, from grade school to college. Each student should be given a plot to prepare for planting vegetables, or whatever is suited for the particular locale.
The time apportioned for this work may be taken optionally from the time allotted for physical education, civics, or ROTC.
Several advantages accrue from this activity.
1) The idle land will be made productive; it will produce food which is our constant need.
2) It will give the students, particularly the middle class youth who have no actual knowledge of farm life, an experience with the land; they will prepare it, plant it, watch the plants grow, and finally reap the harvest.
3) Most important, they will come to understand what the land means, not just as a source of food, but most of all, soil to care for and to love. Such experience will then impinge upon young minds, the full worth of what MOTHERLAND means.
The Swiss have that famous story of William Tell and how he risked his sons life by aiming an arrow at an apple on his sons head. The Dutch have that story of the boy who thrust his hand in a hole in the dike to prevent a flood. The Americans tell their kids about how Washington cut the cherry tree and did not lie about it.
What similar stories will we tell our children?
Each town or barrio should have libraries or facilities that would bring books to our very poor. Encourage book donations to existing rural libraries and these libraries should have open shelves which permit all those who want to read to browse.
Some 20 years ago, I visited Denmark and got introduced to the folk high schools there. These are adult education schools for students 16 to 60 set up in the middle of the 19th century in the small towns to educate the rural Danes. The town blacksmith became a teacher, carpenter, etc. There was hardly any distinction between the teacher and the student and both lived together for a period of time. The same adult education system can be adapted here. Some 15 years ago, on my account, I brought here three folk school teachers from Denmark and we held a seminar at the PRRM center in San Leonardo, Nueva Ecija. Unfortunately, nothing came out of the seminar in the sense that the project was not institutionalized although I am sure that some of those NGO participants learned a thing or two.
With a bit more commitment, such an adult education program will help a lot of our young unemployed. They can make use of empty school buildings during the vacation months, or other such empty buildings that belong to the church or government. They can be staffed with volunteers among retired teachers and professionals, or motivated professionals.
Let me state that for some time now, I have been giving pro bono lectures and workshops on writing.
Recently, I saw Munting Tinig the acclaimed movie which is now being distributed internationally by Warner Brothers. The story is simplicity itself. A young motivated teacher takes on a job in a poor village. She faces problems which most teachers face today but she perseveres and even galvanizes the village into acting as a community when the children participate in a choral contest.
The theater was almost empty but that is another problem altogether. The status of teachers has truly gone down compared to what it was when I was in grade school in the 30s. Then, the teacher, like the policeman, was regarded with respect, so much so that the spouse even if he/she was not a teacher, was also called maestra/maestro. How do we put the teacher back on that pedestal? I am sure hundreds of teachers are well motivated. How do we increase their ranks, sustain them?
Eggie Apostol started sometime back a support the school movement something which all middle and upper class Filipinos should contribute money to. How do we multiply such effort?
I have been teaching off and on for the last 40 years in the college and post graduate level. Mind you, I have no degree in education and my knowledge of pedagogy is very elemental. I am bragging but one of the best compliments I got came some years back at La Salle.
At the beginning of the new trimester, I noticed a couple of students in class; I asked them what they were doing in my class since I did not flunk them. They said they were repeating the course because they were learning so much. I didnt even know my teaching style till a friend audited my class and said I was using the Socratic method. He explained it consisted of asking questions for the students and the teacher to answer.
But if I had my way, I would teach in high school for high school students are far more inquisitive than those in college.
Remembering my own boyhood and the grade school teachers who first guided me, I think I will have to agree with a former student, now a grade school teacher, who said teaching children is most rewarding.
To date, I have written some 16 books not much really compared to what other writers have written elsewhere. But looking back, I now realize that I did not conceptualize these books in my 20s or 30s. They all began in grade school, when I first read Rizals Noli and Fili, Willa Cathers My Antonia, and Miguel de Cervantes Don Quixote.
Truly, development starts at the grade school level, with our very young. Those of us who care about this nation should never forget this.