By Ben Contreras
THE name of the game is “divide and rule.”
Whatever happened to the proposed 3rd District for our city? Five new measures made it through the city council via the tyranny of numbers. The laws seek to create new barangays out of big barangays in the city.
The city council seems to have become an exclusive club, getting what they want through sheer numbers. If there’s an objection, they just divide the house. And when they divide the house, well, what can you really expect?
Councilor Roger Abaday, when he was still the barangay chair of Kauswagan years ago, opposed this and managed to get an injunction. But the sneaky majority managed to insert it in their agenda in their recent session. Abaday argued against it and his tussle with Councilor Alvin Calingin ended with a call to divide the house.
The victims of Typhoon Sendong have not yet found a permanent resettlement area. Already, our city officials are busy doing what is best for their chance to win than to attend to the needs of the victims.
Are these laws urgent? It is, when the “lord” says so.
The police of yore were a different breed. They wore khaki uniforms tailored sans the embellishments of today’s uniform. But they were dignified, respectable and honest, too proud to taint their uniform with anything wrong or against the law.
People then looked up to them as guardians of the citizenry. To be in their company made anyone get the feeling of being safe. Citizens had trust in them. And when they retired, they retired with no fat bank accounts and palatial houses.
Today, you cannot be called a police general if you don’t own flashy cars, big houses and other properties, and fat accounts to the envy of their junior officers and the “ultimos.”
The new breed of policemen seem to get the misconception that being a policeman/woman is to make money instead of doing police work in the real sense.
Although the basic salary of an ordinary cop is already higher than what a public teacher gets, watching their superiors making extra money out of extra-curricular activities make them green with envy. Thus, when given the opportunity to moonlight and make money, they would. That’s when their efficiency suffers.
A retired policeman told his juniors; “If you’re here to make money, take another course because there is no money here. A policeman can hardly feed a family. And if you’re here only to soil your good name, then go, because I would be your worst enemy.”
Given the right time and materials, I wish I will have the honor to write his story.
Of course, the bad eggs are but a fraction of the whole police force. But if the hierarchy is still not willing to make a drastic overhaul of the system, it will continue to self-destruct and lose the respect of the citizenry.
The scalawags in the organization are not imaginations of a malicious mind. They exist and thrive because the leadership is weak and corrupt.
Those who do not play with the games they play get transferred from one place to another like a dreaded disease until they give up and resign or retire prematurely.
Politicians also destroy the morale of the police force by meddling in their affairs and promotions.
This man refused to be eaten by the system. He opted for early retirement.