Today, my head was hurting after my duty from the hospital. I was planning to return to bed like I planned this morning. But by 6pm, I was dumbfounded by the scenes I witnessed the moment I switched on the news. A man struggling to plead for some sort of freedom, begging he was innocent, some people around hugging him and policemen tugging him away. I stared in awe confused what in the world just happened today. And for just a few minutes, other frames flashed through the scene of a bus with another disturbed man taking hold of a couple of tourists as hostages. I stared in awe. Then I woke up.
I wonder…
What if the SWAT team moved faster to arrest the hostage-taker?
What if the media tried hard not to tag along the work of the police men and get out of the way?
What if they did the negotiation more smoothly rather than threatening the disturbed man making him more violent harming his hostages?
What if the PNP had thorough strategic planning on how to deal with this situation?
What if the PNP took the act more seriously than waiting 10 hours or so to make a solid move when it has become awfully critical?
What if Rolando Mendoza chose to not be involved tin drug-related crimes and extortions?
What if he didn’t get discharged last 2008 and be asked to wait a long time for his appeal to be heard and not treated that doing so is no use?
What if he was just given the right justice that he deserved?
The police men were doing great holding the pleading man away from the people tugging him. After lots of effort, he was separated from his relatives and was then being dragged to the nearby police car. Though he has given much effort in resisting the forces of the armed policemen around him, the reality is that he’s one against all of them and he’d lose. Why was he being arrested on the first place?
The next scene went to the bus that wasn’t much given attention until they heard the sounds of a gun. Panic was in the air as the people tried to find their safest place to hide in to.
The media was doing great too. They were able to ask statements from the pleading man. They were able to ask him some questions of why’s and what’s. They were able to tag along the job of the policemen. Is it me or are they really being allowed to hang out along with the pleading man and confuse more viewers. I didn’t get the point really.
Thanks to the media, I started to ask why he was being arrested on the first place knowing the fact that he’s allegedly connected to the hostage-taker who is emotionally unstable at the moment. I wonder if the police ever thought what consequences would happen if something harsh happens to his brother.
Oh yeah, and during tugging process, the media is covering the whole thing and the brother was watching it in the television bus, hence, probably, the eerie gun shots.
The scenes looked uglier than I thought. After the pleading man was arrested, guns started to shoot out of nowhere. Media scampered to find I place to hide yet still maintain a good view of what is happening opening all the mess raw across the globe.
The driver of the bus just escaped for some reason and was running for his life shouting “Patay na lahat ng tao! Patay na lahat ng tao!” (All the people are dead! All that people are dead!) Fear enveloped me, fear that can never be compared to the people in the tourist bus held by fallen soldier.
Soon, armed men are hovering the bus like they hold the best thing yet. But it wasn’t like that. It took them more than hour to control the situation. What took them so long to get the door of the bus open? Why is it too slow? What is their plan on the first place? Why do they keep holding back thinking that people’s lives were at stake at the moment? Why do they keep hovering?
After much sneaking and clumsy mistakes, the smoke really did its work. It actually made the Mendoza peer out of the bus and get himself dead. It actually got all the police men firing without making sure those men in the bus were really alive.
Guns, broken glass, blood. Gun shots roared across the air as the bullets flew anywhere it can reach. Shattered glass form the widows were seen like fragments of lives being destroyed with just a click of a gun. Blood pooled draining every drop of hope the tourists have left for their life.
I keep wondering why people are people. Why people keep making the same mistakes. Why people keep falling in the same traps no matter what they do. Why people stop thinking, stop caring and stop being alive. But doing so makes me more depressed, worried of what else will come.
I wrote this not because I’m ranting. It’s because I want to do something. I just sat there in front of our television set like another ignorant being. I just watched how people are kept being hated; some people kept being judged. They keep throwing awful comments, putting blames in whoever they’d think is liable. I have the urge to do something. Even if it’s a very small thing that can lighten up what luggage that is pulling my country down, that even pulls myself down.
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