More from Jun Lozada’s blog: a message for the youth.
I have my doubts – well, “doubt” is a nice way to put it – on Lozada, and I’m not exactly his biggest fan. The day I have dinner with Lozada is the day I get invited, which is not going to happen anytime soon. What I do have a problem with is that far too many people twice my age send me messages; messages that seem to be exhortations of the ought-to-be, what was supposed to be done. If anything, the adult mea culpa would be a lot like a Cat Stevens song.
We, “the youth,” are the “future.”
I’d like to take off from that perspective: we, “the youth,” as the “apologists” of history. It is possible to excuse yourself from history if you’re too old to make things right, to depend upon the mistakes of the past to build upon an edifice. It seems that adults are wont to make mistakes, and pass them on to the next generation as “lessons.” Yet it is impossible for the youth to excuse themselves from history: it’s either you’re idealistic or naïve. After all, time heals all wounds.
I can’t help but be recalcitrant and impertinent, but I don’t see any reason why the youth should be challenged to “make something” out of a political impasse. For once, it behooves grown-ups – yes, myself included in this case – to face the jury before the bar of history, and pay for the consequences of making that history. What is inexcusable is for grown-ups to depend upon the youth for the redemption of the nation.
I do agree that the youth are the hope of the Motherland. Yet to echo Aristophanes: “Youth ages. Immaturity is outgrown. Ignorance can be educated and drunkenness can be sobered, but stupid lasts forever.” If grown-up Filipinos continue to excuse themselves from political action on the grounds of pragmatism and practicality, yet continue to chastise the socially-aware youth for their naïve idealism and courage to stand up for ideals that “would not feed them,” then there is truth in the words of Aristophanes. Stupid lasts forever.
For once, after his rather outlandish and unbelievable stories, there is some merit in what Jun Lozada talked about. The youth are next in line before the bar of history, and we will be judged for our actions in due time. Yet, we are next in line. The generations before me will be judged by history way before we, the youth, get our chance, our verdict, and our sentence.
I don’t know what exactly Lozada is fighting for, but I sure as hell know that the youth today are fighting for exactly those things that roll off the tongues of old men: justice, truth, freedom. I think that it behooves Mr. Lozada not to speak to the youth, much less to “represent” the youth. He should speak for his generation – those who are twice my age – who regard with suspicion even the most purest and the most sincere of virtues and actions.
To that generation I, a 22-year-old not-a-boy-not-yet-a-middle-aged-man-with-a-prostate-problem, pass a message: fix your mess. Take responsibility. Act with the same idealism that you expect of us. Soon, your generation will pass before the bar of history, and it is your inaction, your selfishness, and your disregard for justice, that will be the better judge of the future you have already passed on to us.
Lozada may not be a hero, but he did something about it.