FUCK EUROPE, I’m going Home: Chronicles of a Global Non-Citizen

Luzon Cordillera, Philippines


GRAD TRIP! During my last year of undergrad in 2007 the only thing I could think about more than being finished at UofT was the graduation trip that would follow.  When most people think of graduation trips, what often comes to mind is backpacking for a month or two through western Europe.  Not me.  No offense to anyone who has, is, or will be taking that vacation, but after living in the west all my life and spending 4 years in a mainstream knowledge institution, learning about the historical sources of degradation, classism, global commerce and society, I simply couldn’t enjoy touring the spoils of colonialism. But that’s just me. 

Instead, I decided to take the opportunity to visit the land of my ancestors and experience the place in which my physical features originated. Other than the people of the First Nations who are truly the only authentic ancestors to the land we know as North America, everybody here has come from someplace else, whether in their lifetime or in that of their bloodline. The motherland, in my case, is the Philippines. I am a Filipino born and raised in Canada, however, with knowledge of self and knowledge of right and wrong I’m not blinded with patriotism.  I know about Canada’s history and how and why  people who look like me are here.  My community still experiences considerable discrimination and marginalization to this day, both individually and systemically, and I am not too ignorant, naïve, privileged or mentally assimilated to recognize it.

Like many others who are the first descendants of former immigrants I grew up as a racialized being; always wearing my ethnicity on my sleeve. And so, strapped with a critical mind, I first wanted to experience my people’s own culture and history before I did anyone else’s.  They say the deeper the roots the higher the reach, and I was on a quest like Alex Haley.  Plus, why not inject my high value Canadian currency into an economy that essentially needs it a lot more. 

As it was my first time, when I touched down at the airport it was immediately a surreal experience.  My initial reaction was one of amazement because for the first time in my life I was no longer a “visible minority”.  Dumbfounded I reveled in the fact that everybody looked like me; I had nothing to prove.  It’s hard to articulate feeling a sense of natural comfort in a place you’ve never been before.  Metro Manila is a booming metropolis reminiscent of New York City.  It’s massive.  With 17 boroughs and a population of over 11 million, I was immediately overwhelmed. The highways and streets are rammed and everything’s bustling.  Cruising through the city you can see all types of living on a spectrum that Toronto can’t offer.

Like 90% of the world, most of the relationships and dynamics between the rich and the poor are rooted in colonialism, and the omnipresent inequality is an aspect endemic in our neo-colonial world that can be seen everywhere on the planet.  The Philippines, sadly, has had to deal with 3 major oppressors (the Spaniards, Japanese, and the Americans) over the last 400 years, and is currently being exploited by cancerous neo-liberal trade policies and US-backed puppet politicians.

From “high” society to the slums,  I experienced all.  Through friends and family I was privileged to  pass through some of the most lavish places, from gated communities to the biggest mall in all of Asia.  At the same time, through friends and family, and through volunteering with local NGO’s and advocacy groups, I was also able to meet with different community leaders in various neighborhoods to learn about and visit disenfranchised areas representative of the average Filipino condition.

Binan, Laguna. My family\'s native barrio (father\'s side)

I was also fortunate to travel around the country a little bit, including a backpacking expedition through the northern cordillera wherein I encountered the most spectacular natural sights I could ever have dreamed of: from hiking over a mountain into a small village without roads, to swimming underneath tropical waterfalls to treading through ancient caverns.  Not to mention exploring serene and isolated mountain-top cities and towns, to drinking Ginebra (a Filipino liquor) with some local Ifugao (indigenous peoples), to lying on breathtaking paradise-esque white sand beaches.  The highlight was learning about and observing first hand the stunning, magnificent and legendary rice terraces of the Banaue region, carved into the mountains thousands of years ago by my own ancestors.

Batad, Ifugao Province

All in all, the most impressive aspect of the Philippines to me was the people.  Although intense at times, there was generally a friendly and laid back atmosphere and the hospitality was truly unparalleled.  No matter where I was I could always be greeted with a genuine smile, even in the areas with the harshest living conditions.  I could also find live music spots with live bands seemingly anywhere on any night, with an undeniable musical quality that was unbelievable.  From the fiestas to front porches to the ubiquitous basketball courts, I was able to kick it and politic with people who genuinely appreciate life and sincerely find solace in the intangible and immaterial aspects of existence.

To visit new monuments, landmarks and gorgeous natural scenery is one thing, but to do so while seeing and realizing your own personal attachment is an entirely new life encounter.  What I brought back with me was a richer perspective.  I came back with more than pictures and memories; I received understanding, fulfillment and growth, and that’s something a million dollars or a token luxurious vacation could never buy.



*This article appears as published in the University of Toronto’s New College newspaper The Window


~ by m1ko on June 4, 2008.

5 Responses to “FUCK EUROPE, I’m going Home: Chronicles of a Global Non-Citizen”

  1. Nice post Myk! Good to see you were able to finally figure out WordPress!

    I’m glad to have been ain the Phils with you for some of your trip. Next time son it’ll get crazier…

  2. Yeah man, I felt the same way the first time I got off the plane.

    I thought, “WOW, there’s a lot of Filipinos here!”, which was a dumb thing to think since I was in the Philippines!

    Isn’t it ironic though that we GO to the Philippines to get back to our roots and find something to grate against the ideals of colonialism that we’ve felt our whole lives —

    — and then we get there and its SO colonialized???

  3. HAHA!

    Len, I got nothing but Respect.

  4. haha I’m just sayin…

    I go there so I can feel more Filipino but then after a week I’m in Jollibee ordering the Champ Burger and some girl is singing bad Alicia Keys imitation on TV.

    It’s just ironic (don’t you think)

    haha but I really do hear you. Everyone should go back (and it really is BACK) even just to see how layered the Filipino existence is. Within a few hours drive you can go from some mall that could be basically Scarborough Town with less white and black people – to a small town where they don’t speak english, you can’t check your email and they need to kill a chicken for you to have lunch.

    The Phils is all about the contradictions for SURE and most people don’t get to see the things you saw up there (although Mall of Asia has a lot of levels too but not as many as a rice terrace)

    Oh by the way, I TOTALLY went to Binan when I was there last — I’m just down the SLEX in Alaminos — LAGUNA, STAND UP!!!

    (did you know that Binan was a major guerilla stronghold during the Japanese Occupation?)


    Yo thats awesome you got to check out where the Mirandas originated (well mine at least). I wish I got to go around Laguna more but unfortunately I only got to see the hometown. And yeah man for sure my lolo down there was telling me about how he use to see the guerillas holdin down the fort in Binan as a child, also seeing the Japanese tanks doing battle. Its nuts what that generation went thru over there, especially compared to ours in Canada.

    and speaking of malls, I couldn’t believe how they had NAMEBRAND malls (SM) in almost every major small town. I found the malls to be extreme pacifiers and cancers on the people, diverting attention AND hard earned money. Though I know nobody buys anything (but food) at these places, I wonder who funds all of them and how they stay alive..

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