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Colonial Mentality
Colonial Mentality
The first time my mother served us brown rice instead of white, I lost my
appetite. I imagined the rice, brown like feces, infested by flies. It tasted all right,
not sweet but still palatable. It was just the color that made me imagine
disgusting things.
Later I realized that the rice we always ate was not harvested white. It had to be
refined, separating the bran from the grain, stripping off its natural brown color
and, unfortunately, its substance, until it comes out white—as though pure and
clean and, in my six-year-old words, “pretty.” But it is no longer very healthy to
eat.
Such is the Filipino’s fascination for anything white—from rice to snow to a fair
complexion. Colonial mentality is the historian’s term for it, instilled in
children’s minds, passed on through generations like a gene. It’s as if it can no
longer be removed from our body composition, and can only be recessive. Even
if we have raised our own flag and recited our vows for our country, Filipinos are
still flat-nosed, fair-complexioned people speaking broken English.
With the perspective of a young student artist, I realized how much more
amazing it is to listen to classical music than to pop songs by those who sound
good only on auto-tune and whose repetitive lyrics scream only about partying,
losing oneself, and making love tonight.
Yet, the media feature only the success of foreign artists who are 1/32 Filipino
and don’t know a single Filipino word.
Being Filipino is more than just the race we belong to. We don’t need to have
body tattoos like those of the lumad . But the culture that our ancestors have
struggled to keep should be nurtured and seen in the way we talk and speak, in
the things we are interested in. Whatever happened to the kundiman?
Whatever happened to the novels about the silent protest of Filipinos under
Spanish power? As in the eyes of high school students with short attention
spans, “Noli Me Tangere” has turned from a handy novel to a textbook
dreading to be read.
In a country whose economy depends on foreign tourists and investors and the
false understanding of “development,” what are more accessible to a regular
Filipino are malls that display overpriced goods from the West. The Filipiniana
section of National Bookstore is heartbreaking, filled with Filipino teenagers’
erotic adventures and authors who are
driven to write only by their vanity. If these are what the bookstores can offer
as the face of Philippine literature, then the Philippines would be such a flop!