immortal seed of heroes–seed that I am a Filipino–inheritor of a glorious flowered down the centuries in deeds of past, hostage to the uncertain future. As courage and defiance. In my veins yet such I must prove equal to a two-fold pulses the same hot blood that sent task–the task of meeting my Lapulapu to battle against the first responsibility to the past, and the task of invader of this land, that nerved performing my obligation to the future. Lakandula in the combat against the alien foe, that drove Diego Silang and I sprung from a hardy race, child many Dagohoy into rebellion against the generations removed of ancient Malayan foreign oppressor. pioneers. Across the centuries the memory comes rushing back to me: of That seed is immortal. It is the self-same brown-skinned men putting out to sea in seed that flowered in the heart of Jose ships that were as frail as their hearts Rizal that morning in Bagumbayan when were stout. Over the sea I see them come, a volley of shots put an end to all that was borne upon the billowing wave and the mortal of him and made his spirit whistling wind, carried upon the mighty deathless forever, the same that flowered swell of hope–hope in the free in the hearts of Bonifacio in Balintawak, abundance of new land that was to be of Gergorio del Pilar at Tirad Pass, of their home and their children’s forever. Antonio Luna at Calumpit; that bloomed in flowers of frustration in the sad heart This is the land they sought and found. of Emilio Aguinaldo at Palanan, and yet Every inch of shore that their eyes first burst fourth royally again in the proud set upon, every hill and mountain that heart of Manuel L. Quezon when he stood beckoned to them with a green-and- at last on the threshold of ancient purple invitation, every mile of rolling Malacañan Palace, in the symbolic act of plain that their view encompassed, every possession and racial vindication. river and lake that promised a plentiful living and the fruitfulness of commerce, The seed I bear within me is an immortal is a hallowed spot to me. seed. It is the mark of my manhood, the symbol of dignity as a human being. Like By the strength of their hearts and hands, the seeds that were once buried in the by every right of law, human and divine, tomb of Tutankhamen many thousand this land and all the appurtenances years ago, it shall grow and flower and thereof–the black and fertile soil, the bear fruit again. It is the insignia of my seas and lakes and rivers teeming with race, and my generation is but a stage in fish, the forests with their inexhaustible the unending search of my people for wealth in wild life and timber, the freedom and happiness. mountains with their bowels swollen with minerals–the whole of this rich and I am a Filipino, child of the marriage of happy land has been, for centuries the East and the West. The East, with its without number, the land of my fathers. languor and mysticism, its passivity and This land I received in trust from them endurance, was my mother, and my sire and in trust will pass it to my children, was the West that came thundering and so on until the world is no more. across the seas with the Cross and Sword and the Machine. I am of the East, an eager participant in its spirit, and in its cries that have resounded in every field of struggles for liberation from the combat from Mactan to Tirad Pass, of the imperialist yoke. But I also know that the voices of my people when they sing: East must awake from its centuried sleep, shake off the lethargy that has bound his Out of the lush green of these seven limbs, and start moving where destiny thousand isles, out of the heartstrings of awaits. sixteen million people all vibrating to one song, I shall weave the mighty fabric of For I, too, am of the West, and the my pledge. Out of the songs of the vigorous peoples of the West have farmers at sunrise when they go to labor destroyed forever the peace and quiet in the fields, out of the sweat of the hard- that once were ours. I can no longer live, bitten pioneers in Mal-lig and Koronadal, a being apart from those whose world out of the silent endurance of stevedores now trembles to the roar of bomb and at the piers and the ominous grumbling cannon-shot. I cannot say of a matter of of peasants in Pampanga, out of the first universal life-and-death, of freedom and cries of babies newly born and the slavery for all mankind, that it concerns lullabies that mothers sing, out of the me not. For no man and no nation is an crashing of gears and the whine of island, but a part of the main, there is no turbines in the factories, out of the longer any East and West–only crunch of plough-shares upturning the individuals and nations making those earth, out of the limitless patience of momentous choices which are the hinges teachers in the classrooms and doctors in upon which history resolves. the clinics, out of the tramp of soldiers marching, I shall make the pattern of my At the vanguard of progress in this part of pledge: the world I stand–a forlorn figure in the eyes of some, but not one defeated and “I am a Filipino born to freedom, and I lost. For, through the thick, interlacing shall not rest until freedom shall have branches of habit and custom above me, been added unto my inheritance—for I have seen the light of the sun, and I myself and my children and my know that it is good. I have seen the light children’s children—forever.” of justice and equality and freedom, my heart has been lifted by the vision of democracy, and I shall not rest until my land and my people shall have been blessed by these, beyond the power of any man or nation to subvert or destroy.
I am a Filipino, and this is my
inheritance. What pledge shall I give that I may prove worthy of my inheritance? I shall give the pledge that has come ringing down the corridors of the centuries, and it shall be compounded of the joyous cries of my Malayan forebears when first they saw the contours of this land loom before their eyes, of the battle
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