Louie Vital
Final Blog- Reflection
My process of
reflection is a bit different than the other students on the CHID Philippines
program. Most of my fellow study abroad students returned to the states and
proceeded to process and analyze their trip to the Philippines. Instead of
returning home to quiet reflection, I was thrust into a different country
within 48 hours of leaving the Philippines. I ended up in Spain, the colonizer
that we had spent so much time learning about. I have been attempting to process
my time in the Philippines while being simultaneously bombarded with new
Spanish experiences; it has been very difficult.
I
understand this blog is intended to reflect on my time in the Philippines but
that alone is impossible to do without discussing my time in Spain. My
observations in Spain have influenced my thoughts and reflections of my time in
the Philippines. This Spanish trip is part of a larger narrative of process-
the Philippines and Spain are undeniably intertwined. Honestly, I’m having a difficult
time here in Spain. I’m struggling with not blaming or demonizing the
Spaniards. I want to love this culture but I cannot while knowing what they’ve
done to my people. This cultural narrative is even more confusing because I have
Spanish heritage in addition to my Filipino blood. The Spaniards are my people as
well, but it’s difficult to identify with them since they colonized and
destroyed part of my Filipino culture.
Here,
I will discuss how the invisibility of the Philippines in Spain as well as the
invisibility of my ethnic heritage as perceived by foreigners, has changed the
way I think and has impacted my study abroad experience as a whole.
Evaluation of learning throughout the quarter
Learning and
studying in the Philippines and Spain has changed the way I think. After
learning of invisibility of Filipino history within American dialogue, the invisibility
of the origins of Jose Rizal’s appointment as our national hero and the invisibility
of Filipino connections with Spain within the country, the politics of
invisibility has taught me to continually search for knowledge beyond what is
readily available.
As Dr. Andresen
stated during a discussion, “The more you know, the less you know.” I apply the
politics of invisibility not only to hidden knowledge but also to my own
ignorance within this world. I’m very fortunate to have seen the Philippines
and Spain. Although I have learned a lot from being here, I learned that there
is so much I do not know, and there is a lot I will never know or see. After my
experiences, I’ve realized there is so much in the world that I’ve been
ignorant to. Only now am I painfully aware of my ignorance.
Invisibility of the Philippines in Spain
The first week of
my study abroad in Spain, I had the pleasure of listening to a lecture by the
dean of the College of Arts and Sciences regarding the history of Spain. After
learning of Spain’s influence on the Philippines for a month, I was excited to
hear mention of the Philippines. During the lecture, Dean Stacey only mentioned
the Philippines once. The lack of explanation was extremely disappointing. It’s
frustrating to realize that while Spain is 300 years of Filipino history, to
Spain, the Philippines is nothing.
This ardent
religiosity is evidence of Spain’s deep impact on the culture and its people.
Noticing how deeply entrenched Catholicism is with the Filipinos, I wondered if
the Philippines had any influence on the Spanish. Thinking back on the
invisibility of the Philippines within the Dean’s lecture, I became upset all
over again. The Spaniards changed our course of life, our language, our
religion, our food, our self-image, our clothes, our culture. But what impact
did we have on them? Did we even have any impact on them? I thought it might be
a possibility since I had seen Mexican restaurants in Madrid. If a former
colony had influence on its colonizer, why not the Philippines as well?
Thinking of this
question, I kept my eyes open for anything pertaining to the Philippines. Later
that week, I was researching in the city of Salamanca when I went to a local
McDonald’s. On their McFlurry menu, they had different candies to select from.
I noticed the word “Filipinos” on the menu right next to the other selection of
candy. In my utter confusion, I asked my friend what my ethnicity was doing on
that menu above me. He told me that “Filipinos” is a Spanish biscuit. It’s
chocolate on the outside and white cookie on the inside.
I
researched a little bit more into this and learned that the Spanish biscuit is
controversial because it’s name can imply that while Filipinos are dark on the
outside, they strive to be white on the inside. (Global Citizen, 2011) In fact, there was a diplomatic protest in
1999 by the Philippines government to prevent further sales of Filipinos
biscuits. Some argue that it is simply named “Filipinos” because they are
reminiscent of “rosquillos” which are local pastries originating from Iloilo
and Negros. Regardless of the name’s origins, some Filipinos are undeniably
upset over the choice to use our ethnicity as a tool of marketing.
This seemingly random connection was
enough to prove any significant influence on Spain by the Philippines so my
search continued.
Nationalism
The second week
of the program, I visited a contemporary art museum in Lèon. The art exhibit
revolved around the narratives of the last colonies of Spain. I felt like a kid
in a candy shop! Upon arrival, I’ve been searching for connections between the
Philippines and Spain. In the Philippines, I saw Spain’s influence everywhere I
turned whether it is culturally, aesthetically, religiously or linguistically.
Here, in Spain the connection, if any, is minimalistic. The museum exhibit
displayed the obvious colonial connection between the two countries.
Going through the
museum, I also thought of Constantino’s desire for strong Filipino nationalism.
Applying this to Spanish nationalism was an interesting concept. How can it
teach its citizens of the committed atrocities while maintaining a sense of
nationalism? Are they intentionally weaving their own nationalistic narrative
while keeping the Filipinos invisible? I wanted to look into this further and
analyze the exhibit as a whole but I could not effectively research because
most of the information was in Spanish. Here in Lèon, I learned Spain also
suffers from regional instability. Some Lèonese people actually advocate for
Lèon independence.
In the museum
there were also portraits of significant events in Filipino history. It
included the Battle of Mactan as well as the execution of Josè Rizal. It was a
unique experience to see depictions of the same battle interpreted from both
sides.
I was glad that
there was a dedicated space to the struggle of our people, yet I cannot be
fully satisfied because I do not consider that museum to be evidence of true
influence on Spain by the Philippines. Other than a museum exhibit dedicated to
colonialism, and a controversial chocolate biscuit, I have unfortunately failed
to notice any other signs of Filipino influence on Spain. I wish Filipinos had
more visibility around the world.
Appearance Dictating Interaction
The way I have
been treated within the different countries has greatly affected my study
abroad experience as a whole. Being a Filipino-American in the Philippines
is different in the U.S., in Spain and in the Philippines. My ethnic
heritage is often times unclear to others, making me feel invisible.
It feels as if
the way I am treated is largely dependent on my appearance and physical
features. My whole life people have told me that I do not look Filipino. When I
tell people I am Filipino they act surprised. The last time I got a haircut,
the hairdresser asked me if I was Vietnamese. I told her I was Filipino. In
response to that she said, “You’re Filipino? But you’re pretty!” This is an
example of many positive reinforcements I have received on my non-Filipino
appearance. When I was younger, comments like that taught me that I should be
proud of my Chinese features and ashamed of my Filipino heritage.
While I am
technically Chinese, I do not dominantly identify as Chinese; I am only an
eighth Chinese. I was raised Filipino: I heard Tagalog growing up. When people
used to tell my parents or I that I did not look Filipino, they would be very
pleased and proud. Their pride taught me to be boastful of my non-traditional
Filipino look. After learning about my roots, I have made a strong effort to
identify as Filipino and to be proud of my heritage. Even today however, my
outwardly appearance does not assist in my desire to identify as Filipino.
At B-Side Makati,
the security guards asked if I was Japanese, Korean or Chinese. When shopping
at the stalls in Baguio, a group of men in a van honked at me and tried saying
hi to me in Japanese. Five cars down the line, a separate group of men in a van
tried saying hi to me in Korean. Whenever I meet someone in the Philippines,
the first thing they usually ask me is, “Are you Chinese?” When I had my stop
over in Taiwan, the locals there would even attempt to speak to me in Chinese.
I primarily
identify as Filipino but when I am recurrently asked about ethnicity (“You look
Chinese though!”), I feel as if I have to change my self-identification in
order to give an explanation for their curiosity. At a discussion with Dr.
Campomanes at Ateneo de Manila University, I was able to talk to Hannah Go, a
graduate student in Literary & Cultural Studies. She is ethnically Chinese
and was born and raised in the Philippines. Our quick discussion on
“Chinese-ness” truly resonated with me. I can relate to the experiences she
discusses in her thesis. She explains how she is constantly questioned on her
ethnicity, “But your face says you’re Chinese.” She also recognizes the
difficulties of being suspended between two cultures, “You’re never one or the
other, you’re always straddling.” (Go, 2014)
I’ve already struggled with
my identity so for this to be a recurring instance is frustrating. It’s sad
when my own countrymen cannot see me for who I identify as. I may have Chinese
eyes and a Spanish nose but I am culturally Filipino. I already struggle with
my identity, how can I feel accepted when I’m othered by own countrymen? I was
excited to go to my country and be embraced and to feel at home. Instead, I was
othered and ostracized. My ethnicity was questioned almost everyday I was in
the Philippines. It made me feel separate from them, like I could never be a
part of them. I should be judged for my experiences not my appearance, but that
is unlikely to happen. These intersecting ideas of what I am ethnically, what
nationality I’ve resided in, what other people think I am complicates my own
narrative as a Filipina-American.
Thinking of my
experience as a “non-traditional looking Filipina” in the Philippines, I’ve
made an effort to observe how I’ve been treated in Spain. To the Filipinos I
look like a Chinese-American, to the Spaniards, I am an Asian-American with no
effort made to recognize my ethnicity, only my race. Despite my location in my
travels, I feel like I am othered. It is different being in Spain and in the
Philippines. In America I am brown, in the Philippines I am white, in Spain I
am yellow. My identity is dependent on location.
Last week I went
out at night with my friends. As we were walking, a woman commented to her
partner, “These fucking Americans”. This was a rude awakening to the differing
treatment of Americans across the globe. Americans and foreigners are almost
idolized in the Philippines. They are automatically treated with respect in a
way that Philippines-born Filipinos do not have. I attribute this idolization
of foreigners to Filipinos’ colonial mentality. David and Ozaki describe an
“automatic and uncritical preference for anything American” (David and Okazaki,
2006, p. 241). This could also extend to a preference for anything “Western”.
This explains Filipinos’ exaltation and fascination with Western foreigners.
The colonial mentality taught Filipinos to hold foreigners in high regards. I
am not sure what caused the animosity of Americans in Spain, but that is a
different story.
Group Dynamic
How did I
personally benefit from everyone in the study abroad group? They have become my
family and I miss them all. They contributed greatly not only to my learning
process, they normalized the culture shock, the transition from a first world
country into a third world country. They were my support group. When I was unable
to articulate how I felt, I knew someone in the group was feeling similar and
could empathize with me. A study abroad group bonds in a unique way where we
become a true family as a result of our common experiences. The places we’ve
been, the locals we met, everything we have seen is beautifully unique to our
group. This life-changing process is a lot to internalize so I am incredibly
thankful to have others help me through it.
I also appreciate
the fact that all the students entered this program with different sets of
power and privilege, experiences and knowledge. The differing backgrounds
allowed each individual to give valuable insight in every situation. The
varying perspectives allowed us to gain empathy and to understand the
viewpoints from different people. As a whole, we became more understanding,
open-minded and empathetic to the situations we encountered.
I personally did
not experience conflict within the group. The decisions made were consistently
for the betterment of the group. All decisions were made as a team. I worked very
well within my small group. The two projects we worked on were a success! Each
team member stepped up where he/she could contribute most. Bryan worked magic with
iMovie, Monica came up with the idea of street art, I offered my translation
skills, and Desiree and Savannah offered valuable discussion/interview
questions and activities drawing from their Sociology and American Indian
Studies backgrounds, respectively. We were a great team, and I greatly
appreciate their hard work.
When I finally
return to the states, I hope to reconvene with them to assist my transition
back home. I feel almost isolated by the other sixty students on this Spanish
study abroad trip. Unlike the Philippines group, they cannot relate to the
experiences that I have been through. They do not know what I had seen, felt
and heard. They cannot support me in the way that my Philippines study abroad
family can. I’d like to thank everyone involved in the program for being a part
of this life-changing experience. I am forever changed and forever grateful.
Works Cited
Constantino, R.
(1982). Miseducation of Filipinos. In I In A.V. Shaw &
L.H Francia, Vestiges of war. (pp. 177-192). New York:
New York Press.
David, E.J.R., & Okazaki, S.
(2006). The Colonial Mentality Scale (CMS) for Filipino Americans: Scale
construction and psychological implications: A review and recommendation.
Journal of Counseling Psychology 53 (1), pp. 1–16.
Global Citizen. (2011, February 25)
Filipinos: Snack or Insult?!? [Web log post]. Retreived from
http://global-citizen-01.blogspot.com.es/2011/02/filipinos-snack-or-insult.html
Go,
Hannah. (2014) “Ambivalence: The ‘Commonsensical’ and ‘Performative’ Nature of
Race Among Young Chinese in Contemporary Metropolitan Manila.” [PowerPoint Slideshow]. Retrieved from Ateneo de Manila University
Ileto,
R.C. (1998). The Philippine-American War, Friendship and Forgetting. In Shaw,
A.V. & Francia, L.H. Vestiges of war. (pp. 3-21). New
York: New York Press.
Stacey,
Robert. (2014) “History of Spain” [PowerPoint Slideshow]. Retrieved from
Universidad de Lèones
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