The Power to Transform by Joseph Nathan Cruz

My mother is a domestic helper. In other people's homes she cooks, does the laundry, cleans the bathroom, and takes care of the infants. She put me through school doing that kind of work because that was the only thing she could do. She never finished high school, never enjoyed bourgeois luxuries. And later tonight, we'll be going home to our hovel in a squatter area in Taytay, Rizal dubbed Coco village because most of the houses are made of cheap, coco lumber. And yet, few of my classmates know that. Most are comfortable with their neat picture of the world. Comfortable with cute, little concerns in the University like projects and papers, reports, boyfriends and girlfriends, torn hymen, cheap thrills in the lagoon, concerts, cell phones, night lives. And in this age that flaunts globalization and the advance of technology, we are led to believe more and more that we have entered an age of solidarity and unity. An age where there is interconnection in a global village that continues to spawn genuine development for all mankind. Indirectly, it leads us to a complacency supported by the lie that the world is alright. After all, we feel alright. The pain and suffering exists somewhere out there to a few insignificant people. I have walked among you. But lost in anonymity, I am assumed to be no different from anyone even by some of my friends. When I was a freshman, a close friend of mine enjoyed lambasting the squatters, the jologs, for their bad behavior, their bad smell, their propensity for breeding baby after baby they cannot support. My friend did not realize that I was from that background. He did not realize that I grew up watching my friends die of sickness, or get pregnant too early, or get injured or killed in petty street wars, or go to jail, or get assigned to the typical, monotonous lifestyle of the poor. And the assumption that everything is alright grows with the lie that we are more or less the same, that we are united, that the dawning of a new world order has started to bring the sought-after solidarity. But the right approach to true solidarity and unity is not one that denies difference, denies the pain of the oppressed just because it is not beautiful, or, as our country's President says, "It is too depressing." The right approach is to expose the truth, highlight the difference and work for its remedy. For as long as there are poor people, Moros discriminated against, oppressed women, abused children, and multitudes of other categories consigned to the margins because they threaten the image of unity and stability that feeds the established status quo, there can be no true solidarity. But the creativity of the artist, the magic of their potent images, the works of the men and women of letters --- these have the power to transform, power to wake our people from the stupor that gives them dreams that are lies. Power to destroy myths and create a world that is beautiful and true. Of course, the arts and letters can be used the other way. The way that sells out, aids corruption, subverts the potentiality of what is good. But will you? As graduates we are in a phase that continues to taunt us with the question, "Who do you sell your brains to?" It is easy to be complacent. To believe the lies. But we shouldn't. We owe it to our teachers who taught us patiently despite the low salary, to our parents who worked so hard for us, and to our people whose blood and sweat built this institution and continue to put us through school. We owe it to them to become the prophets of this age who will preach the true gospel of solidarity. Only then can we all be truly one in a world where it would make perfect sense to celebrate the fact --- squatter ako, katulong ang nanay ko --- and we are proud because, and not in spite of, the fact. I'm sure, all of us have issues about which we keep silent because of the power of the lies. This is the day to be free. I call on you --- fellow scholars and artists, unite!

The Informal Essay

On April 15, 2000, Joseph Nathan Cruz delivered his valedictory address at graduation exercises in University of the Philippines. His speech touched the hearts of many and lest his audience speechless. Through sheer perseverance, Cruz graduated at the top of his class despite of his familys poverty. His speech capture the life he has known, whic h has sharpened his sensitivity to the conditions of the poor, class distinctions, the social issues, and his higher calling to dedicate his education and skills to finding solutions to these social ills. In the essay, he enjoins his audience to do the same.

Post Reading
Discussion:
What is the title of the speech? Why do you think is the significance of the title to the speech? For whom did Nathan Cruz write it? What is the main idea or the message that Nathan Cruz is trying to say in his address? Aside from the main idea, he also sighted other little truths about the condition of life in the Philippines. What did he say about: Salary of the teachers Life in squatters area in contrast to life in the university The state education? How many are actually able to avail themselves of higher education in the country? What is the big lie he is talking about here? Do you think he is a good role model for students, rich and poor alike? Why? Explain your answer.

Group Differentiated Task

GROUP1. Draw a poster about the ideas presented in the essay. GROUP 2. Make a script about a short skit showing the life of Nathan Cruz GROUP 3. Differentiate the problems of Nathan Cruz and his classmates in the university. Use a Venn diagram. GROUP 4. Compose a song about the valedictory speech of Nathan Cruz.