By Andrew Jonathan S. Bagaoisan
“Salamat, Jesse Robredo” coverage log
NAGA CITY, CAMARINES SUR—“Are you sure this is it?”
The Manila-based media came looking for a mansion inside a gated subdivision. What they found was an apartment compound just a few turns from one of Naga City’s main roads.
A vacant lot of trees and untouched greenery fronted the compound. The neighbors were gated houses you would find in middle-class areas.
There was no tell-tale marker. No posters, and aside from a Couples For Christ tile, no name-plates.
Beyond the police checkpoints (likely put up during the previous nights) and waiting tents nearby, no one would think it the residence of a VIP.
The attention around it still made clear this was indeed where Interior Secretary Jesse Robredo, pride of Naga, lived.
A three-floor brick-and-granite building dominated the compound—the Robredos’ unit.
Outside its door, bars enclosed a small receiving area where pictures of Sec. Jess hung. Here and there getting awards from four Philippine presidents, one a blessing from Pope John Paul II, and the biggest, a group pose with President Benigno Aquino.
Five adjacent flats faced the building–houses the family was renting out.
Our news team arrived there two days after Robredo’s plane crashed off the coast of Masbate City.
We were to keep tabs on the secretary’s family and the supporters that poured in as they waited for news.
Hope against hope
Every hour, a chorus of Hail Marys welcomed visitors. Novenas were prayed to the Nuestra Señora de Peñafrancia, patron of this part of the country and of Robredo himself.
The smell of garlic rice, meat, and eggs met TV news crews prepping reports for the morning shows. Each meal, the table was set and open for anyone. And in between, volunteers offered bread, snacks, coffee, or drinks.
One rarely saw Jesse Robredo’s immediate family go outside in the first few days since he went missing.
Except for day 3, when his eldest, Aika responded to a reporter’s request for an interview and faced the throng of waiting cameras.
Aika expressed the feelings of many whose thoughts were with them—hopeful for good news yet realistic about the worst.
Nearly forty-eight hours of no news from sea, and yet those there and throughout the nation hoped against nagging hope that all was not lost.
It came out in conversations, in wishful thoughts that borrowed from overused plot lines in TV dramas.
Maybe Sec. Jesse escaped the crashed plane, washed off on an island, was struck with amnesia, or was harbored by locals who were cut off from civilization.
A number of us journalists still hoped to report a positive ending to this story–a hero’s welcome, maybe?
Anything, even the unreasonable, just to avoid the unthinkable.
The compound was packed during the final Mass that night. Speaking in Bicol, Robredo’s wife Leni thanked the nation for its prayers.
With no news, all the well-wishers could hope was for some quick development. No matter what kind, just to end the uncertain wait.
Finally found
Masbate City, the next day. Since 5 a.m., our news team there had been going live from the coast covering the search and rescue operation for Robredo and the two pilots on board.
The team had a camera trained on the ships the entire time, recording and sending it live to ANC.
Past 8 o’clock, the telephoto lens caught a black body bag being brought up a rubber boat, and then carried onto a ship.
Those who saw the extreme close-ups first could not yet confirm what it was, but they became more observant at the command center.
Our other camera spotted Transportation and Communications Sec. Mar Roxas pick up his phone and leave the conference table, looking shocked. Later, he was with another Cabinet secretary and rubbing teary eyes.
The Masbate team tipped us in Naga that something was up.
At the Robredo residence, people huddled around video monitors to watch Roxas announce that that body bag indeed contained Sec. Jesse Robredo.
A subdued murmur followed. Senior ladies were shedding tears. Some reporters noticed and began asking them why.
The receiving area was already guarded by a police officer. Inside, Marikina Vice Mayor Jose Fabian Cadiz, a friend of Robredo, sat silent while fiddling with a red cap printed with “I ♥ Jesse Robredo.”
Aides and family members soon went out, but no one spoke. They boarded a crew of vans headed for the airport. Robredo’s remains would arrive that afternoon and go first to a funeral parlor.
A welcome back
Our TV technical crews left the house for the Good Shepherd Convent, known better here as the Archbishop’s Palace. Our Naga-based reporters first learned that a public viewing would happen there.
It took almost all night before the casket arrived. A crowd of Nagueños gathered outside the funeral home. Other eager locals already formed a line along a cordoned area leading to the gate of the Archbishop’s Palace, a number wearing yellow.
Naga City was already littered with yellow ribbons tied to posts or branches hours before Robredo’s body was found.
It reminded Manileños of the anticipation for Ninoy Aquino’s return, as well as the gratitude for Cory Aquino’s inspiration.
Naga City was set to welcome back its favorite son.
To think he never entirely left his home town. When he answered the call to manage the affairs of the Department of Interior and Local Government, Robredo still made time to ride back to Naga on weekends for his family.
That fatal plane ride was no different.
Naga would no longer see him in his trademark shorts and slippers. They would not get to see what he looked like in death.
But for at least two weeks, his image has been on tarps and posters all over the city. An ironic tribute for a politician who steered away from marking his district with his face or name.
As the flag-draped casket entered the chapel of the Archbishop’s Palace, Jesse Robredo had completed his final trip. He returned home.
this is a good one anjo. 🙂 you write really well.
Maraming salamat, ate apol!
“Maybe Sec. Jesse escaped the crashed plane, washed off on an island, was struck with amnesia, or was harbored by locals who were cut off from civilization.
A number of us journalists still hoped to report a positive ending to this story–a hero’s welcome, maybe?
Anything, even the unreasonable, just to avoid the unthinkable.”
— Had similar thoughts! I was actually thinking about that scene in “Walang Hanggan” (yes, am Kapamilya when it comes to teleseryes *wink wink*) when they thought Jane (Rita Avila) had died in the plane crash but she didn’t and was “resurrected” as Jean (Eula Valdes).
Anyhoo, nice entry, Anjo! 🙂
It was a feeling many shared those days. Thanks Aica!
“Naga City was set to welcome back its favorite son.” This is beautiful! Well-written!
Glad to know the piece made you feel that way. Thank you, Dianne!
I did say during the review.. it was a nice piece. 😉
Jess Robredo
…to die a hero
By Apolinario B. Villalobos
1
At a young age –
Showed the world
He’s that strong;
Used to the fullest
What God gave him
As the stairs of knowledge
He took one rung at a time-
Carefully, not to miss the steps…
2
Strong leader as a student –
Many tried to emulate his ways
Some did try but failed
To be Jess is not that easy
His friends proudly said
Simple ways he had
But hard to be copied
A really rare breed, that lad…
3
His intellectual thirst was such
That even three educational degrees
Seemed not enough to accomplish;
Took a wife, equally strong
And like him is intelligent;
The two built a home
With a foundation of love
And pillars of determination…
4
Alas! Not long afterwards
The couple thanked the Lord
For the three beautiful girls He gave;
Their joy was such that they did their best
To mold the three into the same ways
Into which they grew –
Respect for others, and love, too
Respect for time, and money, too…
5
At the helm of Naga City, at twenty –nine
Jess showed that when called to serve others
Age is just a number, and skill matters;
Unfazed by responsibilities, he did his best
By just being him –
As he checked busted city street lights every night
As he scraped mud from streets after the floods
As he helped garbage collectors fill their trucks
A he patted the back of those who sought his counsel
As he handed coins to the destitute he met
As he smiled his way through days of problems
As he wore the same office uniform just like others
As he took the bus to Manila and tricycle to functions
And many more Jess ways…
Hence, the Magsaysay Award at so young an age!
6
Though unfortunate to see high brows
This was when chosen by P-Noy to head DILG
Many, as usual tried to block his way
But just as when he was in Naga,
He was unfazed, and just worked his best;
No meetings and official ceremonies
Stopped Jess from skipping at least one meal –
One meal with his family, his precious family
Not even that distant meeting in Cebu one day
That was the fateful 18th of August 2012
When he took a Cessna flight for home
But as nearing Masbate, was distressed…
7
For three days, people cried and hoped
That he was just carried by waves to nearby islets
Or that a fisherman took him home to recuperate;
Alarmed but praying to the Lord
People patiently waited ….
Until, finally on the 21st of August 2012
Jess has been brought to shore…
8
A hero?…more than a hero I say!
Politicians who gave him a hard time
In getting the more than deserved confirmation
Are now cringing in guilt… suddenly silent
Alibis are said, but no amount of such
Could make a cover up for their misdeed;
They refused to see what Jess had been doing
For us, his countrymen who for long
The dirty air of politics we were breathing;
Politicians whose schedules are filled with investigations
That did not give much result, but limelight grabbing
They who played “intelligent”, “hero of the people”
Are so eerily silent……………………………
Yes… so silent………….!
9
To be a hero is to die with a purpose
It is only at death
That others accept what he did for others
It is a sacrifice for the man and his loved ones
But what can he do?
It is God’s will and plan –
The only way to make others acknowledge him
The only way to open their eyes to see him
And open their mind to finally make them think
That, indeed, he is unselfish, hardworking, etc…
10
To die a hero should not be seen as late in coming
God has a way as to when this should happen
His acts are done at the right time
And we, His creatures, His instruments
Can just wait, most often caught unprepared
But Jess was not –
For even as a child, his ways
Led to his being that –
A hero, and he died for it….
Though for others, hard to accept.
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