About
a week ago I had the enviable opportunity to accompany Archbishop John F. Du to
where no archbishop before him has ever gone before. The lightning visit to the
mines located in Brgy. Imelda, MacArthur, Leyte was something bound to take
place in a matter of time. The mine became operational once landowners had
begun to sell or lease their lands to the mining company to the Nicua mining
corporation, which exports magnetite to China. These had caused the farmers to
be bereft of the land that they had tilled for so long, compelling some of them
to work for the said corporation. Actually, the issue on mining had already been
hot ever since it surfaced just a few years ago. It was one issue that had
already been presented to the presbyterium of Palo some time ago, and awareness
of it elicited a motion for a joined statement from the Archdiocese, in which
it took a stand against it. Well, to be more precise, the stand was not against
mining per se, but as an
irresponsible lucrative activity. Personally I considered it an important thing
that the local church and its pastors be made aware of this, but it did not
affect me much. The mining issue was relevant in the metropolitan province of
Palo; the advocacy against abusive mining activities was also in full swing in
other areas comprising the suffragan dioceses near us. But as I said, it never
affected me as much as it did when I finally get to know the issue in the
biblical sense of the word.
*******
That day we were in the locality of Mayorga, Leyte. The archbishop,
concelebrating priests and the faithful had finished celebrating the fiesta
mass in honor of the patron saint of the town,
and we were already enjoying the sumptuous lunch that always followed
every liturgical celebration (as we say it, after the Misa follows the mesa).
Fr. Edwin Perito, the parish priest, was our gracious host. It was thanks to
his insistence that the Archbishop had to change his flight itinerary in order
just to be able to preside at the Mass. He also happened to be in charge of the
Social Action Secretariat of the Archdiocese of Palo, under which the issue of
mining was. He had some people from the NASSA( ). Towards the end of the meal I
saw that the Archbishop had been introduced to Fr. Perito’s collaborators, one
of which was Rodne Galicha, who was very much active in environmental
advocacies and was working with the socio-pastoral arm of the Catholic Bishop’s
Conference of the Philippines (CBCP-NASSA) concerning these issues on the
environment. I had spoken with this young man the night before at dinner and I
had no doubt that he was telling the archbishop about the situation at the
mines. By the end of the meal, when it was time to go, the Archbishop Du
inquired whether it was possible to go to the mines for a quick visit. Fr. Perito
said that it was not far from his parish; in fact, it was in the next town,
just a few kilometers from where we
were.
And so we—Archbishop Du, Fr. Edwin, Rodne, Bro. Peter Ayaso,
Sis. May Verona, FHL, me, and of course (an important part of the archiepiscopal
retinue), Glenn, one of the Archbishop’s drivers, drove to Brgy. Imelda,
MacArthur, Leyte. The town of MacArthur was divided over the mining issue,
something that I would summarize as between those who wanted the income (which
allowing the mining company to operate would suppose, especially to those who
had the power to issue permits), and those who most likely suffer the immediate
consequences of the mining operations. As we drove through the dusty
neighborhood somebody was commenting that had it not been for the approval and
the support of the local leaders it wouldn’t have been possible for the company
to start their operations.
When we reached a certain place on the road, we turned left
and entered into the lush green, going along a narrow dirt road which led us
into a huge field. I turned out to be huge expanse of arable land. Rice fields
stretched from where we were, until it met with the coconut trees on the
horizon. Somebody once again commented that before us there were more or less
700 hectares of rice fields. Well, at least there used to be, for in the
distance we could make out large patches of dry sand, as if the seashore was
there. As we made our way through the path, we gradually observed that the
irrigation system became drier, bereft of water. There were scattered groups of
farmers, trying to get what was left after the first harvest. The irrigation
trenches got drier, and the drier they where, the deeper they became, in search
for new water. I learned that the mining operation needed lots and lots of
water. Machines sucking the water through and from the soil had robbed the
fields of the water necessary to make plants grow and harvests to be plentiful.
But only the fields were made to thirst for water; the nearby Lake Bito’s water
level had lowered drastically, it’s waters drained through ground by powerful
machines to give way to the seemingly insatiable demand for more water. This
gravely affected life in the lake, by endangering the fishes living there. But
then in doing so, it was already seriously affecting the lives of those living
around the lake, the fishermen who for so long had depended upon the fresh
bounty of the lake for their living.
As we approached we could see how the mining had taken its
toll. Where green and fertile fields once stood, only dry sand dunes were left.
Basically, the mining operation was interested in a mineral called magnetite,
which was found beneath the surface, a black substance that was part of the
earth. The fertile topsoil provided little interest for the mines. The earth
that served as a fertile bed upon which the
palay
grew was bulldozed as soon as it was purchased, seemingly, irrespective of
the fact that a fruitful yield of
palay was
still on it, waiting to be harvested. A lot water was applied, and the barges
with the powerful sucking machines and mineral separators were floated in.
these machines separated the soil from the magnetite, and the rejected soil was
spewed back into the surface with the water used to soften the earth and mine
it. Stripped of its nutrients, the wasted soil was light and dusty. The soil’s
nutrients mixed in wastewater issuing from the huge pipes of the barges: this
promiscuity rendered the water poisonous. This poisoned water flowed
downstream, away from the lake nearby. However months ago, heavy rains and
flooding (now partly caused by the alteration of the immediate environment)
caused the water to go back on its course, and so poisoned water flowed into
the lake, causing a fish kill which was never before experience by the
community, an unprecedented phenomenon that cost more than a million pesos
worth of damages. This was the fish kill reported in the news just this April.
When we got out of the car our presence caused quite a stir.
The Archbishop was dressed in his clerical shirt and wore a pectoral cross on a
chain that hung from his neck. Bro. Peter and I still wore our white cassock,
and Sister May was in her habit. The workers and the guards all stared at this
strange group that had just alighted from the automobile. The guards didn’t
seem to know what to make of our presence. They approached us and we began to
engage them in conversation. When we asked them as to who was in-charge of the
operation, they informed us that they were not here at the moment. After some
moments of conversation the guards politely showed us the way to the
protester’s camp, which was just on the other side of the pond that the mines
had dug. I could see huge, ugly barges with machines and big pipes that brought
and sucked water from the depths. Their activity caused the ground beneath our
feet to tremble, and the steady hum of the machines was annoying. Tractors were
working, stripping the land bare of its humus. We didn’t notice until late that
the miners disappeared soon after we came, and the tractors have been silenced
somewhat, but the barges were kept functioning relentlessly.
 |
One of the barges. they have placed one of the banners of the
protesters from the barricade, as if taunting the plight
of the fishermen campaigning that the lake be spared. |
 |
The only thing separating the brackish lake water and waste water
is this thin film of material and sand barrier |
We were able to make our way across stripped land to the where
the farmers and fishermen where. They had established themselves upon the boundaries
of the operations, so that the miners could progress no further. They were a
poor lot, and distressed. Once introduced to the Archbishop, they opened up and
shared their concerns. They showed us around the periphery of the mines. I only
realized later on that we were actually trespassing, and that it was quite of a
feat that it was the guards who showed us around, and how to go to the farmers
in the first place. Perhaps they were just being considerate to the cloth,
which led the Archbishop to conclude that the cassock had the ability to
command respect. He would be singling us out later on for our “witnessing” with
the cassock. (Actually I didn’t have a change of clothes with me, but hey,
thanks anyway!)
 |
| The Archbishop walking across the barrier. |
 |
The mines have reached so far up to the edge of the field. The application to
proceed to mine off the hill in the background has been filed. |
After showing us around, we ended up in the small shack that they
had built, just on the edge of the pond. There the Archbishop addressed himself
to the farmers and the fishermen. I wasn’t very attentive to what he was saying
in the beginning, but what he said towards the end was that which struck me
most. He had said that he would do everything that he could, but expressed his
doubts that he could count much on getting the ear of the President and other
officials, being as they are. However, one thing that they must not leave out
of their struggle was God. Man could do something, but his limitations or those
of others would always limit him. But God is powerful, and in the end, it is to
Him that we ought to turn to, especially in our time of need. They could depend
on the Archbishop for action, but they have to have in the Lord an ally who
would never fail them. Impressed as I was with the deep spirituality and the
practicality behind these words, I as one with the Archbishop in noticing that
indeed they have may have counted out prayer as a powerful tool in their struggle.
After placing our names in the logbook, we made our way back
to the car. By that time people outside were already aware of our presence, and
the Archbishop didn’t want confrontation of any kind, and so we left.
****
many thoughts were running through my mind as the car slowly
made its way over the dirt road. As we passed through the rice paddies that had
just probably yielded their last harvest, I could say that I have just stared
at corruption in the face. In the first place, it was the lure of easy money
and a fixation on present comfort that had led to this, the lamentable rape of
a good portion of our natural resources. A foreign mining company comes into a
sleepy municipality, makes a business proposition to the town’s leaders, and
covers up the adverse effects of their operation with generous monetary offers
and promises of rehabilitation. The leaders let themselves be seduced without
thinking too much of how it would affect not only the land, but ultimately, the
lives of their people. I think that in this matter, what is at fault is not
merely the greed of the privileged few, but also the shortsightedness of these
few, and those whom they had managed to convince. Lured by the prospect of easy
money, they have been blinded to the truth that the measly millions and
thousands that they receive are not guarantees of a brighter future, either
theirs or that of the town of MacArthur.
By allowing these things to happen, the privileged few have
also become blind to something equally serious: the plight of the less
privileged. By stripping away the fertile topsoil, mining operations have done
away with the means of livelihood of the farmers who have lived their lives in
communion with the land that they tilled. Through the harmful effects of mining
which went unchecked, habitats once rich and biodiverse have become poisoned,
affecting not only the wildlife that flourished in them, but also making the
future more dark and uncertain for those whose livelihood depended on these
same resources.
These things I had seen with my own eyes, in the midst of a
greater international conflict between China and the Philippines. One in our
company quipped—not without irony—that we were trying to hard to protect our
interests in the Panatag shoal against the encroachment of China, but seem to
be too complacent about the fact that the Chinese where making big profit from
our own land in the other side of the archipelago, without much courtesy at
that. The uncouth and arrogant attitude of the Chinese employers at the mines just
adds insult to injury, with their disregard for their workers welfare and
well-being. I had observed that the workers weren’t advised to wear protective
clothing. I doubt that the Chinese would give them benefits for their pains,
and I am quite sure that they would just leave them there once they’ve got what
they came for. Shortly after we left, I was saddened to hear that the two
guards who came out to meet us were given a good dressing down.
This is something that is not too known beyond the confines of
the town of MacArthur. Good thing that neighboring towns have refused to let
the mines operate in their jurisdictions, after having seen its adverse
effects. I have written not only because of the impact that this had had on me,
but also so that others may also know, and in knowing, be mobilized. My
thoughts turn especially to the youth. My prayer is that they learn eventually
to understand that though they need to enjoy the time that they have in their
hands, they also need to prepare themselves and be aware of these things. There
is a danger that our society faces when our Filipino youth are only given to
enjoy life, than learning to live it so that others too may live. I am hoping
that this gesture of sharing what I have seen may also open the eyes of others—especially
the youth—to the truth that people are suffering because of injustice and
corruption, and that we can do something to help, even just in our own little
way. And helping starts with the prayer the Lord that he may touch the hearts
of all, so that, in being touched, they may be transformed and become agents of
a new creation.
.jpg)
