Professional Documents
Culture Documents
José Rizal A Man For All Generations
José Rizal A Man For All Generations
JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide
range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and
facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact support@jstor.org.
Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at
https://about.jstor.org/terms
Antioch Review Inc. is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The
Antioch Review
says otherwise. Strange, to say the least. At the time, knowing next
to nothing about this late-nineteenth-century historical personage,
primus inter pares in the pantheon of Filipino heroes, I never really
questioned this lack, this absence that spoke eloquently about how
our own history was being misrepresented—an official history partly
determined by the fact that the schools we attended were conservative
Roman Catholic and this largely explained the disconnect between
Rizal and our lives. In a region dominated by Islam and Buddhism, the
Philippines is the only predominantly Roman Catholic nation, the most
enduring legacy of 333 years of Spanish colonial rule (1565–1898). Its
church hierarchy is one of the most conservative in the world and, to
paraphrase Gerard Manley Hopkins, meekly recks the Vatican’s rod.
In his writings, Rizal was a fierce and brilliant critic of clerical
authority, for which the unforgiving Spanish friars had him killed. His
novels were proscribed by the Catholic hierarchy through to the first
half of the twentieth century, the blink of an eye when considering
that the Vatican harbors resentments for ungodly periods of time—it
took four centuries before Rome acknowledged its error in condemn-
ing Galileo. And its right-wing practitioners still mutter that it was his
fellow Jews who killed Christ.
The dominant Catholic prelate in the country in the 1960s, when I
was in college, was Rufino Cardinal Santos, the Archbishop of Manila
and an ultra-conservative—he forbade, for instance, the mixing of the
sexes at the then all-male Ateneo. He opposed implementation of the
bill, as did the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines (CBCP),
claiming that Rizal’s writings violated Canon Law 1339, which bans
works that attack church dogma or defend errors condemned by the
Holy See. A staunchly Catholic senator made the rather curious argu-
ment that Filipinos could venerate Rizal without having to read his
works. In the CBCP’s current objections to government-sponsored
family planning, finally made law in 2012 after previous attempts had
failed, I see the same insidious refusal to acknowledge the separation
of church and state.
But before detailing the precise history of Rizal’s nationalist anti-
clericalism and his impact on a country then still in the making, it is
essential to examine his life in the context of nineteenth-century fin de
siècle Philippines. In other words, who was José Rizal and why is he
so enshrined?
*
Born in 1861, the same year as Rabindranath Tagore, and the seventh
of eleven children, Rizal came from, according to Benedict Anderson,
“a cultivated Spanish-and-Tagalog-speaking family, of mixed ‘Malay,’
Spanish and Chinese descent.” His father, Francisco, was a prosper-
ous gentleman farmer, an inquilino—someone who didn’t own but
leased the land that his tenant farmers cultivated. The landowners in
this case were the local Dominicans, whose hacienda of over 35,000
acres in Calamba, Rizal’s hometown, was the largest in the colony.
His mother, Teodora Alonso, an upper-class woman who had gone to
college—unusual for those times—and whose father had once served
in the Spanish Cortes or Parliament, exerted a powerful influence on
his intellectual development. A precocious child, Rizal grew up to be
a polymath: botanist, ophthalmologist, fencer, essayist, and novelist,
among other things. And a polyglot as well, conversant in ten lan-
guages, correspondent in six.
Though short in stature (only five feet, three inches), he com-
manded attention everywhere he went, due to his prodigious intellect,
charisma, and a genuine and intense curiosity about how other people
lived. Being from a prosperous family, Rizal and other young men like
him were considered ilustrados, or enlightened ones, in the parlance
of the day. By the time he first left his homeland in 1882, at the age
of twenty-one, the Spanish empire—at one point, the world’s larg-
est—had long been in irreversible decline. The diminution of empire
meant a tighter hold on its remnants—the Philippines, the Marianas
(modern-day Guam), Puerto Rico, and Cuba. Spain had controlled the
Southeast Asian islands since 1565, except in 1762, when the British
seized Manila during the Seven Years War—a global conflict between
England and France, with Spain an ally of the latter. Spain would exit
these territories permanently when defeated by the United States in the
1898 Spanish-American War, enabling the latter to join in the grand
game of colonialism.
Educated at the Jesuit-run Ateneo de Manila, where he graduated
in 1877 summa cum laude, and the Dominican University of Santo
Tomas in Manila—established in 1611, it is the oldest in Asia, older
than Harvard—where he studied land surveying and assessing, Rizal
went on to obtain a medical degree in Spain, specializing in ophthal-
mology, with further studies in Paris and Heidelberg. The young man
soaked in the ideas of the Enlightenment, finding in Europe a more
secular spirit than would have existed in the Manila of his time—the
ironic trajectory of the colonial moving to the metropolitan center and
in 1869 had cut down travel time between Europe and the Philippines
from three to four months to approximately six weeks—with the Brit-
ish and the Americans, among other foreigners, opening up offices
in Manila. It is safe to assume that Rizal met some of these English-
speakers, with whom he could practice the language, one of the many
he had acquired some fluency in, and which would come in handy
when travelling to the United States and London.
Not long after Noli came out, Rizal returned to Manila in the latter
half of 1887. He had by then become something of a rock star, attract-
ing crowds every time he ventured from home—incensing the friars.
Fortunately for Rizal, Governor General Emilio Terrero resisted the
friars’ demand that Rizal be dealt with harshly and even provided him
with a bodyguard, a certain Lt. José Taviel de Andrade—though the
officer was there as much to keep an eye on Rizal as to protect him.
He and Andrade quickly became friends: Rizal had a knack of charm-
ing even those prepared to dislike him. His family, however, worried
that the friars, in their vindictiveness, would have him imprisoned or
worse, convinced him to return to Europe after only six months.
The friars were a far cry from those pioneers who had come in the
late sixteenth century, better-educated hardy souls who truly believed
in their evangelical mission and who sought to protect their converts
from the abuses of the civil state, reflecting their contemporary Fray
Bartolome de los Casas’s attempts to render colonial policy in Latin
America more humane. In contrast, these nineteenth-century friars
may have taken vows of chastity and poverty and preached about
the rewards of heaven for the virtuous, but they themselves were ar-
dent devotees of earthly pleasures, and often took advantage of native
women, which Rizal alludes to in characters such as Padre Damaso in
the Noli and Padre Camorra in El Fili. (There is, they say, a bit of friar
blood in every Filipino.)
Immensely rich, owning huge tracts of land and acting every bit as
feudal landlords, by the time Spanish rule ended in 1898, friars con-
trolled 400,000 acres, one-fifteenth of the country’s cultivated land.
Around Manila alone, they owned more than 110,000 acres. These
men of the cloth had a history of doing away with individuals whom
they saw as major threats to their wealth and power. In 1719, angered
at then Governor General Fernando Bustamante’s efforts to cut them
down to size, a mob of friars marched on his official residence, slew
Bustamante’s guards, his son, and the governor himself. There is no
record of the killers ever being brought to account.
Rizal returned to Europe, via the Pacific, in early 1888. He chose the
longer, roundabout route, rather than via the Indian Ocean and the
Suez Canal, as he wished to visit Japan and the United States. He
stayed six weeks in Japan learning Nihongo in the company of Usui
Seiko, whom he called O Sei San and with whom he was having an
affair. In his diary, he apostrophizes her: “Sayonara, sayonara! You
will never come to know that I have thought of you again, or that your
image lives in my memory. . . . When will the sweet hours I spent with
you return?” In San Francisco, he boarded the train to New York City,
staying for three days. He found the Hudson River and its landscape
“beautiful” and comparable to “the best in Europe.”
He was impressed by the energy and zeal of Americans but was
grounds for hope: Puerto Rico already had some form of elections. As
for Cuba, Anderson points out that similar reforms had already been
instituted, where political parties “had been legalized (within definite
limits) and . . . a various and lively press had developed. If all this was
possible in Cuba, why not also in the Philippines?”
There was nothing radical in La Liga’s aims, and yet the friars
pounced, charging that the League really intended to provoke a pub-
lic uprising. They also claimed that anti-clerical pamphlets had been
found in Rizal’s baggage, two weeks after he had been cleared to land.
(In fact, these were planted, having been churned out by a press be-
longing to the Augustinians.) This time, Despujol had Rizal arrested
and exiled to the coastal town and Jesuit mission of Dapitan, on the
northwestern coast of Mindanao, the second-biggest island in the
country. He would spend four years there that in retrospect were four
quite peaceful, almost idyllic years.
Leon Maria Guerrero, his Filipino biographer, notes that Rizal, in
a letter to a friend, remarks with evident relief that there were no friars
in Dapitan, just the Jesuit parish priest. There, he founded a school
for boys and an eye clinic, where he treated town residents for free.
Aside from helping set up a water system, he constructed a still-extant
earthen relief map of Mindanao in the courtyard of the town church. It
was in Dapitan where he met the young Josephine Bracken, an Irish-
Chinese mestiza who had accompanied her nearly blind stepfather
from Hong Kong, so the latter could be operated on by Rizal, whose
fame as an ophthalmologist had spread beyond national boundaries.
Bracken would be his lover for the rest of his life. He refers to her,
and his family and friends, in the concluding couplet of “Mi Ultimo
Adios” (“My Last Farewell”), penned on the eve of his execution and
a masterpiece of nineteenth-century Spanish verse: “Adios, mi dulce
extranjera, mi amiga, mi alegria / Adios, queridos seres, morir es des-
cansar” (“Adieu, my sweet stranger, my friend, my happiness / Adieu,
my darlings, to die is to rest” [my translation]).
In the meantime, an ardent admirer of Rizal, Andrés Bonifacio, a
working-class firebrand and a member of La Liga, upon its effective
dissolution, had formed a secret revolutionary society, the Kataasta-
asan Kagalagalangan Katipunan ng Mga Anak ng Bayan (KKK, or the
Highest, Most Revered Society of the Nation’s Sons and Daughters),
referred to simply as Katipunan. The Katipuneros were mostly from
the proletariat, their aim independence from Spain by force of arms.
Many, if not most, had been inspired by Noli and El Fili. Bonifacio
If the Spanish thought that his death would bank the fires of the revo-
lution, they were wrong. Rizal’s martyrdom only intensified the ul-
timately successful fight for independence from Spain, but one that
was betrayed in 1899 by a United States government intent on taking
on, after the title of Rudyard Kipling’s fervent colonialist poem, “The
White Man’s Burden” (the poem’s subtitle is “The United States and
the Philippine Islands”). Kipling’s view of Filipinos as “new caught
sullen peoples / half devil and half child” was in keeping with the rac-
ist ideologies of the time. Less poetic was President William McKin-
ley’s justification for annexing the Philippines: “. . . there was nothing
left for us to do but to take them all, and to educate the Filipinos, and
uplift and civilize and Christianize them,” forgetting conveniently that
the islands had been a bastion of Roman Catholicism for more than
three hundred years. Thus began the policy of Benevolent Assimila-
tion, by which Little Brown Brother could become a symbol of Via
Americana’s transformative powers.
The 1899 Philippine-American War was longer and more brutal
than the brief Spanish-American War, the hostilities lasting for at least
a decade, with more than 4,000 American lives lost and anywhere from
a quarter million to a million Filipino, mostly civilian, casualties. The
war set a familiar pattern for U.S. intervention and later conflicts, in
Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.
There was widespread opposition to the war of annexation in the
United States, with the Boston-based Anti-Imperialist League in the
forefront. William James and the philanthropist Andrew Carnegie
were among its well-known stalwarts, but its most celebrated mem-
ber was Mark Twain. Twain initially supported U.S. intervention but
once it became clear that his government had imperialist designs on
the islands, he became one of its most outspoken critics. In his clas-
sic essay “To the Person Sitting in Darkness,” he wrote, “The Person
Sitting in Darkness is almost sure to say: ‘There is something curious
about this—curious and unaccountable. There must be two Americas:
one that sets the captive free, and one that takes a once-captive’s new
freedom away from him, and picks a quarrel with him with nothing
to found it on; then kills him to get his land.’” Twain also deplored
the use of the water cure (the precursor of waterboarding), where a
prisoner was force-fed water until he was bloated, then pummeled and
jumped on, forcing the water to be expelled through his orifices, some-
times causing death.
Because of his role in shaping his country’s destiny, José Rizal is
often described as the “First Filipino” and/or “The Great Malayan.”
Rizal has since served as an inspiration to countless nationalists, intel-
lectuals, and artists, not just in the Philippines but in countries such as
Indonesia where, for instance, the characters in the great Indonesian
novelist Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s Buru Quartet are aware of Rizal
and the 1896 Revolution.
Many, however, qualify their admiration for him by citing the be-
lief that Rizal’s iconic stature was partly due to the need of the U.S.
colonizers, who had just defeated a fledgling Philippine government,
for a hero in whom nationalist aspirations could lodge, without any
cry to arms. They point to Andres Bonifacio, who did ignite the 1896
Revolution and whom the Americans ignored. It is true that Rizal’s
pacifist stance suited American purposes, but General Emilio Agui-
naldo, president of the revolutionary government prior to the U.S.
takeover, had, already in 1898, proclaimed a day of commemoration
for Rizal. And, Guerrero points out, “Filipinos had chosen Rizal even
before he died, and his final martyrdom was only the confirmation of
a spiritual dominion that even the Katipunan acknowledged by rising
in his name.” In short, Yankee endorsement simply publicized his ac-
ceptance by the Filipino public. It was never the cause.
Rizal’s popularity grew to be such that Artemio Ricarte, a gen-
eral in the Philippine revolutionary army, once proposed renaming
the country after him, so that Filipinos would henceforth be known
as Rizalinos. Ricarte was living in exile in Japan, a devoted anti-co-
lonialist who refused to pledge allegiance to the United States that
the friar orders. Not to be denied, Apolinario set up his own religious
group, the Cofradia de San Jose, or Confraternity of St. Joseph, which
attracted quite a following, worrying both the religious and secular
authorities who suspected that the fraternity was a cover-up for mal-
contents. De la Cruz was hailed as the “King of the Tagalogs,” echoing
the reference to Jesus as the King of the Jews. He refused membership
to anyone but full-blooded natives—a clear dig at the Spanish and the
creoles.
The authorities sent troops to suppress what was now viewed as
an insurgent movement. Though initially successful in repelling the
attacks, De la Cruz and his followers were defeated. At the age of
twenty-seven, the would-be friar and his aide, called Purgatorio, were
executed, along with about 200 confraternity members. De la Cruz
was beheaded, his head stuck on a pole and placed by the roadside for
all to see. This barbaric act only reinforced the image of de la Cruz as
a martyr, yet another example of the failed proto-revolutionary.
Spanish Philippines being a theocratic state, any move to Filipin-
ize the clergy was quashed. In 1872, the workers at a Cavite arsenal
across the bay from Intramuros mutinied to protest the abolition of
their exemption from tribute and corvée. The mini-revolt was quickly
suppressed, but the mutiny was seen as a golden opportunity to get rid
of Indio secular priests who had championed the Filipinization of the
clergy, the incipient demand of de la Cruz, and one that implied both a
burgeoning sense of nationalism and a diminution of friar power. The
friars never forgot that it was a mestizo priest who helped spark the
Mexican war of independence.
Those thought to hold liberal, therefore subversive, views were
rounded up, including three priests seen, according to John Schum-
acher, as “leaders in the campaign for the secularization of the par-
ishes,” causing both the civil authorities and the friars to grow “more
suspicious than ever of Filipino priests and of Filipino ilustrados as
well.” The three were Mariano Gomez, Jacinto Zamora, and José Bur-
gos. A curate at the prestigious Manila Cathedral and the mestizo son
of a Spanish military officer, Burgos was the most well-known pro-
ponent of Filipinizing the clergy. He was an intellectual and doctor
of canon law and theology—and a fencer and boxer, to boot. Two de-
cades before Rizal, Burgos criticized the friars for their worldly riches
and huge landed estates and for deliberately keeping the Indios in a
state of ignorance, by refusing, in spite of an 1863 royal decree, to
teach them Spanish. The friars, Burgos wrote, were “sand in the cog
The Rizal Monument is the focal point of the Manila park that is
named in his honor, and isn’t far from the spot where he was shot. The
monument is also ground zero for measuring distances throughout the
archipelago’s more than 7,000 islands. Statues and plaques honoring
the man can be found in other countries as well, including Canada,
the U.S., Spain, Germany, Peru, Mexico, Hong Kong, Singapore,
and Australia. My wife and I have come across testimonials to him
serendipitously. In Barcelona’s El Barrio Chino, the working-class
neighborhood that flanks the Ramblas, we saw a plaque outside an
Art Noveau hotel, stating that José Rizal had lodged there. We would
have booked a room, but alas, the place was full. In Madrid we hap-
pened to choose a hostel not far from Plaza Mayor that turned out to
have been a meeting place for Rizal and his fellow ilustrados, with a
plaque indicating this. And in Montreal, walking from the metro to
the Jewish museum, we noticed a statue in a park that bore a familiar
resemblance. Going up to it, we confirmed that it was indeed a statue
of José Rizal, paid for by the local community of Filipinos.
Had Rizal stayed on in Europe he might have lived to a ripe old
age, and never wound up in the pantheon of Filipino heroes. But his
novels alone guarantee his place not just in Philippine but also in
Scenes like this made the Spanish friars then, and the Philippine
church today, insist that Rizal retracted his anti-Catholic views on the
eve of his execution, when three Jesuits visited him precisely for that
purpose. The evidence is suspect. When his family asked to see the
retraction that he was alleged to have signed, no document was pro-
duced, though it turned up in 1939, apparently having been misplaced
in the Archbishop of Manila’s archives. Its authenticity has been ques-
tioned. And just as Ibarra’s father was denied a proper Christian burial,
so too was Rizal, whose corpse was dumped into an unmarked grave,
an eerie example of life imitating art. The debate over the alleged re-
traction continues, and will probably never be resolved—an indication
that, as is true of great works of literature, Noli Me Tangere and El
Filibusterismo continue to provoke, infuriate, and delight.