yesterday was a sad sad day for our country and for hong kong. we cannot even begin to imagine the terror, confusion, and helplessness that those innocent people felt as they sat in that bus, wondering if it would be their last day on earth. for eight of them it was. how could it be that this bus full of tourists from hong kong, enjoying the last day of their holiday in manila, on their way to the ocean park, before catching their evening flight back home, gets flagged down by a crazed and desperate man? a man with a mission. and a gun. or guns.
like most people, we were glued to the telly all day yesterday, watching this real-life drama unfold less than a mile from where we live. hoping and praying that this deranged man would come to his senses and surrender and let his hostages free. hoping and praying that the authorities or whoever was in charge (was there someone in charge?) would know how to handle the situation in such a way that no one gets hurt. hoping and praying that it would end without any bloodshed. we all know how it ended...
how ironic is it that just a month and a half ago, when our newly elected president stood at the quirino grandstand, it became a symbol of hope and change. now it is a symbol of... what? death? murder? tragedy? stupidity? ineptness? and it was there for all the world to see.
what now? as citizens of this country, who encounter this type of incompetence every day, it's easy for us to lay blame. it's pretty obvious that our police force lacks training. forget about it being an embarrassment. the worst part of this incompetence is that it cost lives. innocent people's lives. people who came to our country because they thought it was worth a visit.
there are so many other things—negative things—we want to say about this whole hostage tragedy. but in the end, all we'll say is a prayer for the innocent lives lost yesterday.