Today is the day for St. Francis Xavier. He is the patron saint of Javier, the third biggest barangay of my hometown (Barobo). The people in the place are so devoted to him that's how the place got its name. But probably there was a much deeper reason among the first settlers and knowing the fact that the saint had spent a short time preaching the gospel in the island of Mindanao.Anyway, I would like to express my deep thoughts to all the people there. Happy Fiesta!
I know the place quite a bit since I taught the elementary grades there after my great experience in Agusan del Sur. And I am sure that few of the teachers that I worked with, if not retired, are still in the same school. I refuse to remember the hardships and fears that the whole community had gone through when I was there. But I can't help it. I remembered the pains and the shock on the face of every person who happened to witness the massacre of seven people (one was the barangay captain), right in the heart of Javier which is just few steps away from the church.
I was blessed not to see it because it happened after school. But I saw some of those victims on the road on my way home. They were walking along with some guys whom we did not know were members of the New Peoples' Army (NPA). They all headed towards where they were destined to be judged by the so called kumander. It was sickening to know how those false armies fired their guns on seven helpless people who were told to lay on the ground facing down in front of the many whom the NPA gathered just to witness the horrible event. The kumander of the group told the midst that the same thing would happen to anyone who would betray the movement. I believed that the NPA falsely claimed the place and that they thought that everyone there were all members of the leftist wing. But I know that the people had no choice. Their source of living was there, their family was there so their being quiet did not mean they all sold out to the wrong ideology that this group was selling to them. It was false and I hate to remember that incident.
The people were advised to vacate the place for the government troop to clear the area but there was no way the people would survive. All of them depended on their farm and there was not enough reason for them to leave the place. So they all nursed themselves psychologically, healing their own wounds and moved on. Now, the government put a permanent troop to watch over the place. Thanks to St Francis Xavier!
The people were advised to vacate the place for the government troop to clear the area but there was no way the people would survive. All of them depended on their farm and there was not enough reason for them to leave the place. So they all nursed themselves psychologically, healing their own wounds and moved on. Now, the government put a permanent troop to watch over the place. Thanks to St Francis Xavier!






















