Open the Filipino's head and you will find: a quarter pounder hamburger, a

beauty contest, a Hallmark card, an apple pie, a ticket to Disneyland, a surgically

lifted nose, an English-speaking yaya. 

When we spray our Christmas tree white and decorate it with cotton snow, we
are making a statement. When we never see a Filipino movie, we are making a
statement. When we instruct the yaya to speak to our child in English, we are
making a statement - we believe that the Western way of life is superior to ours.
Along with that, we buy a first world lifestyle with a third world economy. 

The Spaniards won the Filipino's heart when they gave us the Catholic religion.
But by educating him with textbooks in English, it was the Americans who won
the Filipino's mind. And it became a mental colony. For the Americans, of course
there was no such concept as a better Filipino. A better Filipino could only be a
good American. The only trouble is, by becoming a good American, one could only
be a lousy Filipino. If the ideal is to become western, then everything Filipino
becomes second class. Our goods are not good enough, our national language is
not good enough, our literature is not good enough, even our Peso is not good
enough. That is why it is stuck forever to the dollar. And we copy and copy and
copy. We are the only westerners in an Asian land.