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Hello, Ms. Bambee.

I can’t comment on your blog, so I would just like to say that my prayers are with you and your family.

I’ll also express support by reposting your issue on my blog. I hope it’s all right with you. If not, do tell me.

Repost from: VICISSITUDE‘s The world has gone crazy

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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2008

 

The world has gone crazy

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they’re with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn’t give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head…”Sorry na po, sorry na po…tama na…tama na po…” With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: “Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!” And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He’s the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He’s the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He’s a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: “Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta’y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?”

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, “Tatandaan kita!” And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother’s bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he’s dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face “they’re beating my father up and you want me to stop?!” I pull at his shirt–I don’t let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn’t even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino’s right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor’s bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. “Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila…Maam…umalis na po kayo please…”

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn’t do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn’t it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother’s ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

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10 Comments
  1. Alex Pastor permalink

    Hi Bambee,

    After reading your blog and the various news reports coming out in the newspapers, it is very apparent that you and your family are the one’s telling the truth. Of course, the Pangandaman’s are denying it! They are saying that your family was the one who started the fight but I really cant believe that. Your dad is already 56 years old and I don’t think he would just all of a sudden pick a fight with anyone much more with a 14 year old son accompanying him. It just really disgusts me how a lot, if not all the politicians in this freakin’ country, are so full of themselves and utterly “mayayabang!” It only goes to show you that this country is really going to the dogs especially with people like the Pangandaman’s in public office.

    I just really hope and pray that your family gets the justice you all deserve and those idiotic Pangandaman’s get booted out of office.

    Alex Pastor
    alexpastor2@gmail.com

  2. Dear Ate Bambee,
    Kung pwede lang gusto ko lang malaman kung paano ko matutulungan si Bino. Kaklase ko siya last year at kabatch ko siya ngayon. Nabalitaan ko sa “Bandila” na ayaw na niyang mag-golf at na-traumatize siya sa nangyari. Pinahahalagahan ko ang lahat ng mga kaibigan ko at hindi ko matanggap ang nangyari kay Bino. Dati sa grade 7 lagi kong nakikitang madalas na masayahin si Bino, hindi plastic, mag-sosorry pa nga kahit hindi niya alam ang kasalanan niya. Pero higit sa lahat, napakabuting tao si Bino kaya hindi ko naiintindihan kung bakit may gagawa ng masama sa kanya.

    Ipinagdarasal ko siya ngayon at gumagawa ako ng “personal sacrifice” sa pag-asang muling maibabalik ang dating kalagayan ni Bino pero sa tingin ko kulang pa ang ginagawa ko. Kung maaari lang ate, paki-email ang mga sagot sa tanong ko:
    1) Ano ang pwede kong gawin na makapagbibgay ng saya, ginhawa, o para makalimutan niya ang nangyari?
    2) Saan siya nag-aalala sa kung anong mangyayari tuwing pasukan
    3) Ano na ang kalagayan ni Bino ngayon?
    a) Lumalabas pa ba siya?
    b) Nakakasama pa ba niya ang mga kaibigan niya?

    Makakaasa kayo ate na gagawin ko ang lahat para matulungan si Bino, pero pakiusap, huwag niyong banggitin kay Bino na nagsulat ako sa inyo.

    dru:
    Hello Luigi!
    I think it’s better if you posted a comment on her blog, not on mine. 🙂 Ang ganda kasi ng message mo, sayang naman kung hindi niya ito mababasa.

  3. Ito nga pala email da ko ate: montalbo_luigi@yahoo.com

  4. i am following this story, too!

    prayers to the family.

    at manigong bagong taon sa yo, dru!

  5. Dear dru,

    Sorry sa pagkakamali ko kala ko kasi ito ang blog ni Bambee. 1st time ko palang kasi ito sa blogging. Maaari bang itanong kung nasaan matatagpuan ang blog ni Bambee

    dru:
    Punta lamang po kayo sa http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/. 🙂

  6. Luigi permalink

    Thanks dru

  7. Mary Jane V. dela Paz permalink

    Dear Cousin Bambee,

    First of all, My Prayers and full support are with you, your Dad(my uncle), and your bro-cousin Bino along w/your Mom and eldest bro. You see, after finding out about the incident,seeing the news and the interviews performed by ABS-CBN, I couldn’t take it because for one thing you are my relatives and you’re all so precious and dear to me… You deserve Justice and I believe, in time you will have it because our GOD is a God of True JUSTICE… We have a very Powerful,caring,loving and merciful GOD who does not sleep and sees everything… Lahat ng kasamaan dito sa mundo ay may hangganan at kapag Langit na ang humusga at gumanti, walang mananalo at makapipigil. Matindi pag Diyos na mismo ang magpaparusa… Nandito pa lang sila sa mundo, sinusunog na mga kaluluwa nila. At pag di sila magsisi at tumigil sa kanilang mga kamalian at di makataong pamamaraan… matinding init ng Kadagat-dagatang apoy ang sasalubong sa kanila sa Kumunoy ng Impiyerno. Kaya’t bago pa maging huli ang lahat at tuluyan silang mapahamak, I pray that they will come to their right senses and repent… Our God is an Almighty God, No one gets away with cruel things in this “Crazy World” as I agree with you on that..What you sow, you reap…. Walang kasalanan na hindi pinagbabayaran. Matalino ang Diyos sa lahat. He knows what these people will deserve in the end till their family’s next generation if they do not repent or stop… TRUST GOD for His Total Protection. OH PRECIOUS,MIGHTY BLOOD OF JESUS, COVER THE WHOLE OF THE DELA PAZ FAMILY WITH YOUR BLOOD”… BE STRONG! – LOVE ATE JANE

    dru:
    Hello Ms. Jane,
    I think it’s better if you left her a message on her blog, or better yet contact her personally. 😀 Ganda po ng message niyo po, baka hindi niya ito mababasa dahil repost lang po ito ng kanyang blog.

    Still, let’s keep up with our support!

  8. simon permalink

    those Pangandaman are totally “ASSHOLES”

  9. simon permalink

    Those Pangandaman’S (NASSER PANGANDAMAN sR. AND NASSER PANGANDAMAN jR.), are totally “ASSHOLES” and a desperate, hopeless “LOOSERS”……..they are freaking cowards who can only beat kids…….kala mo kung sino maka-asta.. EH, TUTA LANG NAMAN NG PALASYO!….isa lang silang langaw sa likod ng kalabaw…..”MAYABANG”!

    GOD is with you Bambee..

  10. glentomacruz permalink

    wala akong kinakampihan dito pero Clash of ego ang nangyari.. isang mayaman at isang politico…. pang maykaya lang ang golf e… status symbol…. pati anak ni dela paz e naglalaro… gentleman’s game daw ang golf…PWE! ang asal ng mga yan e hoodlum…

    yang mga pulitikong mga yan, ang yayabang pati mga bodyguards… e sineswelduhan lang naman ng taumbayan…akala mo na kung sino.. idamay niyo pa yang mga pulis, militar, konsehal at pati hamak na barangay tanod… yung tatay mukhang di nagsasabi din ng totoo e…depensa lang nya yung pagiging matanda niya..

    Kaya lang kung iisipin, yang mga dela Paz e mayaman din kasi(kaya afford maggolf)…tinamaan ang mga ego sa paglalaro ng golf…away ng mga mayayabang…imbestigahan mabuti yang si bambee kung nagsasabi ng totoo.. skolar pala ng cincinatti e.. may hangin sa ulo yan kasi sa tate nag-aaral..

    gaya sa badminton sa corporate, daming mayabang(gaya ng duktor na ulol na naglalaro sa centro-inihian ko sasakyan mo gago!) at ngayon lang yata nakapaglaro ng competitive game… hindi nakakaitindi ng pagkatalo or sportsmanship…mga PWE!!!

    dru:
    Hahahaha, sportsmanship? Sana meron tayo lahat nun no? 🙂

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