Text of the response of Bro. Carlito M. Gaspar, CSsR
IN RESPONSE OF THE PARANGAL LINGKOD SAMBAYANAN AWARD ATENEO DE MANILA UNIVERSITY – SPECIAL ACADEMIC CONVOCATION
26 SEPTEMBER 2017
Fr. Jose Ramon Villarin, SJ – President of Ateneo de Manila University
Members of the Board of Trustees
Members of the Committee who decided on my being part of this ceremony today
Members of ADMU’s administration, staff, faculty and students
Family members, confreres and friends who came all the way to ADMU despite the traffic
My dear brothers and sisters in the Redeemer
My heart right now is overflowing with joy and I cannot thank you enough – Ateneo de Manila University – for this award. Maraming, daghang Salamat sa karangalan na ito.
Happy are they who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true. I take to heart these words of Leon Joseph Cardinal Suenes as I stand here before you.
Half a century ago, I was one of around 40 young boys finishing high school who began to dream dreams. Growing up in a small town, coming from a family with a modest background and pragmatic enough to accept the givens of my existence, my dream was quite modest. I dream of joining the religious life, be a Brother and teach high school kids and emulate the example of teachers I respected, admired and loved.
I remember one brief moment – sometime in March 1963 – just before graduation day, when our class adviser provide us his last advice. This was inside a classroom where one has a full view of Mt. Apo as the room had wide windows. He pointed to this majestic volcano and said these words: “If no major changes take place in this country, the social volcano will erupt! You have a responsibility to make sure you take a part in transforming this society because if the situation remains the same, I tell you, in ten years’ time, that volcano will erupt!”
I do not know if any one of us in that graduating class - whose minds were caught up in the excitement of this transitory juncture of our young lives – had an inkling what he meant. I did not as I thought he was engaging in metaphors. I do not know about a classmate who was there in that classroom - and who 54 years later would become the first Mindanawon President of the Philippines – how he took these words. But for whatever reason, the words got stuck in my brain and flashed back in my mind less than ten years later, immediately after the unlamented authoritarian President – who until now refuses to rest in peace – declared martial law as I found myself inside the PC barracks having been earlier arrested with other church workers. For indeed, between 1963 and 1972, the country’s situation had worsened.
Half a century ago, long before many other incidents took place that got me into trouble with the State, part of that dream of becoming a high school teacher was to make sure I would turn out to be a good one. This meant making sure I would be able to go to college in a prestigious school. While it was not such a modest dream, the only choice was to go to the best school in the vicinity. And that would be the Ateneo de Davao College. At first I thought it would be an impossible dream as there were fears that I could not pass the entrance exams nor would my parents afford the high fees. But destiny would help me surmount the obstacles and by June of 1963. I was in awe as I entered the impressive premises of the college. Which actually had very modest facilities then when you compare these to today under the administration of Fr. Joel Tabora SJ.
Two highly esteemed Jesuits who became friends of a lifetime made very strong impressions in those impressionable years. Fr. (later Bishop) Federico Escaler SJ, the Rector would later on be my co-worker, mentor and surrogate father as we tried to help build the Mindanao-Sulu Local Church into the Vatican II mold. Then there was Fr. John Dotterweich SJ, our Dean, who monitored each of us through all of our college years and who asked me I had turned anti-American when years later he heard I was joining rallied in Manila shouting – Ibagsak an Imperialismo, among other things na dapat ibagsak!
Those of us at the Ateneo in those years were especially lucky, for every semester, we had two to three Jesuits teaching us English, Theology, History, Psychology, Sociology, Anthropology and life’s lessons inside the classroom so I had the best of them as teachers. Not to romanticize this fact totally, as there were also a few we avoided at all costs. But with the passing of years, one can only be convinced that it was their collective witness that may have brought us to where we are today.
And today, I am here on this stage. And among the faces that memory brings back to me are those of this group of religious men. My heart reaches out to them in deep gratitude. If not for what they taught me – not in words but in terms of their witness – I may not be the person who you think I am who deserve this award.
But fro 1963 and half a century later, I have been lucky to encounter other faces including those of poor migrant-peasants and fisherfolk, indigenous and Moro peoples across Mindanao. Immersed among them I have continued to learn and gain knowledge and wisdom that have served me well as a missionary. In one of the Redemptorist General Chapters, the theme was Evangelizare pauperibus misit me a pauperibus evangelizare – To evangelize the poor but also to be evangelized by the poor.
Truly, journeying with the vulnerable, the wounded, the marginalized, God’s anawim opened to me a whole new world of engagements and commitments. And I have been blessed to have been provided such experiences. If I have been able to serve others, it has been only because I have received so much. Ironically, those with the least have so much more to give.
In my advanced age and my present precarious health, I have come to accept that there is only so little I can do to sustain my commitments. Thus, I have zeroed in on only one major advocacy, namely, to remain in solidarity with the Lumad and Moro brothers and sisters. It gets to be more and more difficult, especially in these present circumstances of a State whose machineries and institutions militate against the interests of those in the margins and peripheries and when the gains accumulated through the years of struggles seem to just evaporate and it is as if we are starting all over again.
But, these days, when the temptation to succumb to despair is just a breath away, I hold on to the memories of memorable moments since half a century ago. One of these was one our English 101 professor, Fr. Justus Weiman SJ, brought a film projector t our classroom at a time when film projectors inside an ordinary classroom was a Big Thing! He showed us a film on the life and poetry of Robert Fost and when he spoke the lines of his poem, I got awestruck.
And the words ring clear in my mind these days. And I end with these words:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
