The Anatomy of a Filipino By: Prof.
All: I like to
think that I am a Filipino, that I am as Good, a Filipino as Anyone.
Girls: My heart thrills, when, I Hear, the
National anthem, being played.
Boys: And my Blood Rises, when, I see our
flag, Fluttering in the breeze.
All: And Yet, I find myself asking, How
Filipino Am I, Really?
Boys: My First Name is American.
Girls: My Last Name Is Chinese.
Boys: When I’ am with Girlfriends or more
correctly, when, I’ am with my Friends, who happen to be girls
- I talk to them in English.
Girls: If they are thirsty, I buy them, a
Bottle of American coke.
Boys: If they are hungry, I treat them, to an
Italian Pizza pie.
All: And when, I have the money, I give them a
real Chinese Lauriat.
Boy (solo): Considering all these, considering
my taste, for many things foreign, what right do I have, to call myself, a
Girls (solo): Should I not call myself, a
culture orphan? The illegitimate child of many races?
All: Rightly or wrongly, whether we like it or
not, we are the end products, of our history, fortunately or unfortunately, our
history is a co-mingling, of polyglot influences.
Boys: Malayan and Chinese.
Girls: Spanish and British.
Boys: American and Japanese.
All: This is historic fact, we can not ignore,
a cultural reality we can not escape, form to believe otherwise is to indulge
Boy (solo): I must confess, I’ am an extremely
confused, and Bewildered young man. Wherever I’ am, whatever I may be doing, I’
am Bombarded, on all sides, by people who want, me to search for my national
All: Tell me the Language I speak should be
replaced, by Filipino; they urge me to do away with things foreign to act and
think, and buy Filipino.
Girl (solo): Even in art, I’ am getting
bothered and Bewildered.
All: The Writer should use Filipino, as his
medium, the nationalists cry.
Boys: The Painter should use his genius, in
portraying themes purely Filipino, they demand.
Girls: The Composer should exploit, endless
Possibilities, of the haunting kundiman, they insist.
All: All these sound wonderful. But Rizal used
Spanish, when he wrote, Noli and Fili.
Boys: Was he less of a nationalist, because of
it? Must the artist, to be truly Filipino, paint with the juice of the duhat?
Girls: And must he draw picture of topless
Muslim women or Igorot warriors in G-String?
All: And if the composer, desert, the
kundiman, and he writes song faithful to the spirit of the Youths of today,
does he become Unfilipino? We are what we are today, because of our History.
Boys: In our veins, pulses blood with traces
of Chinese and Spanish and American, but It does not stop, being a Filipino,
because of these.
Girls: Out culture, is tinges with foreign,
influences, but it has become rich therely.
All: This mingling, in fact could speed us on
the road, to national greatness, look at America, it is a great country, and
yet it is the melting pot of Italian, and German, British, and French, or Irish
Boy (solo): Filipinism, after all, is in the
All: If that heart beats faster, because the
Philippines is making progress, if it Fills, with compassion because its
people are suffering, then it belongs to a
true Filipino, and it throbs, with pride, in our past, if it pulses with
awareness, of the present , if it beats with a faith in the future, then we
could ask, for nothing, more all other things are Unimportant.
Boys: I have, an American First Name.
Girls: And I have, a Chinese Last Name.
All: And I’ am proud, very, very proud, -
because Underneath these names beats A Filipino Heart…