This article is about the negative impact of classifying OFWs according to their skills–“lowly skilled”; “semi-skilled” and “highly skilled”– blogger.
If the argument was purposely to label the workers according to their type of work, yes they can do it and they’ve done it. That is how commodities (are we?) are labeled, right? When the government decides on a matter of policy one is very likely or forced to, whether OFWs likes it or not, comply with it. But complying with it does not mean one agrees with it, or this will become absolutely correct at all.
But whether it has use in reality or what impact is has had in ones daily life, no scholar or government can feel the depth of what a person is experiencing. If the policy needs to be changed, then it is where it should go. It is (in theory) for the OFW, not for the sake of having a policy, right?
This article is a response to “Why Mareng Winnie was (likely) not addressing you” article published at gmanews.tv – blogger.
This makes sense. Monsod’s argument about ‘traitor’ was inexcusably wrong.
But to divide and classify Filipinos abroad, in this article, merely of their work types–“highly skilled”, “semi-skilled” and “low-skilled”, itself does not speak of the reality.
It disfranchises, does not recognize and denies the existence of other Filipinos not falling under this author’s stereotypes.
This broad, generalization and stereotyping do not help at all. We cannot divide humans and their experiences merely because that is what is written in their work permits; or, their condition of stay in foreign countries.
“Lord, watch out for me…the world is too big and i am so small”This quote reminds of a cross-sticth pattern i had years back. Although the quotes maybe old but it still continues to inspire me.
Yeah it’s true, the world is too big if you wanted to do things on your own. It’s big and unsafe if you feel you don’t have anybody to be with, to comfort you, support and others.
But for me, every miles of ‘travel begins with a single step’ as what an old chinese saying says. I maybe alone in my struggle to work for human rights in my country when i’m back there in a week, but i feel there still somebody out there who share same ideas with me.
i feel a bit lost, reluctant and quite concern of how am i going to deal with people around, in particular those working for human right into re-evaluating the struggle for human rights. But i know and i feel, the experiences and learning i have…it may not be enough, strengthens me.
I don’t know how far could i go with this struggle, but to me…i love and enjoy the work i’m doing. I’m not doing this to please anybody, for somebody or anything but because i believe in something.
I know that this would be a lot of work and i have to prove my worth yet. But i believe in doing a little for my fellow Filipinos will make difference.
So, when you feel like sometimes you’re alone, all you could do is take a deep sigh and say…Paita oy
When I went to a university in 1995, my family had no enough money to send me to school. There were three of us studying in a university in Davao City, Mindanao at that time.
I had no choice but to help my dad, Jaime Reyes, to vend dried fish, school supplies and other stuffs at public markets and sidewalks.
I started the day with my dad at 3:00am. until 8:00am. becuase i still have to go to school by 9:00am. In the afternoon after school, i help my dad to sell our goods at the markets, side walks, underpassess and other places where most people passes by.
So, when i saw this vendors at the Star Ferry Terminal in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong, my similar experience before of vending just flashes back. I’ve been through those difficult days of my life. But with the help of my dad and my mom, three of our siblings manage to finish college. I’m proud of them.
Those were the years where my dad and i found ourself saying…Paita oy…specially when our sales is low.
Poverty, starvation and sufferings happens in all places. This plight of an elderly beggar in Hong Kong suggests that even in developed countries…harships in life is evident.
When my Pakistani friend told me about beggars, he said and i qoute: ” Beggars in Hong Kong is better of than in Pakistan”.
Although he was right at some point…but for me regardless of where this poor people are it doesn’t justify anything, reality is they are still beggars who needs help…Paita oy…