Bucking an Anti-Terror Law
August 20, 2007
| He announced in Tagalog: “This is serious. You are with the Taliban.” The roomful of people at the airport in Manila glanced at us askance. I wished that the Taliban would discover the Philippines government had linked them to one Jewish feminist, one left-wing writer/advocate for women’s rights (me) and one national chairperson of a progressive women’s organization. Hopefully, they would take offense and place those responsible on their list. This was August 14, nine days after Dr. Annalisa Enrile, GABRIELA Network national chairperson, was refused an exit visa, her luggage off-loaded, and was told to get clearance from the Bureau of Immigration and Deportation (BID). Judith Mirkinson (Mirk) and I—also members of the Philippines-United States women’s solidarity organization, GABNet—had insisted that she re-book on the same day and time as our flight. Terrorizing three women would be more of a problem than terrorizing one. All three of us had attended the 10th Women’s International Solidarity Affair in the Philippines, along with 29 other GABNet members. The bi-annual affair, hosted by the GABRIELA Philippines (GABPhil), usually drew several hundred women from a dozen or more countries. Dr. Enrile had gone to the BID for clearance. It sent her to the Department of Justice, which sent her to the National Intelligence Coordinating Agency, which sent her back to BID. The “watch list,” “black list” and “hold-order list” were rigmarole, intended to cause maximum psychological damage, with neither administrative nor legal recourse for resolution. The “listed” became dependent on the whims of the four agencies’ personnel. Whispers about a back-door exit for five million pesos ($100,000) reached us. This then was the nature of the Human Security Act, recently approved by Philippines President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. Under the HSA, a person can be held on mere suspicion of terrorism, which is defined as both action and inaction meant to create fear and chaos among the general population. The excuse for the HSA is the so-called war on terror but its reason for being was obvious to us: to terrorize critics of her administration and to destroy international sisterhood and solidarity. Once certain we were also “listed,” both Mirk and I decided to go public, to show that Dr. Enrile’s case was neither accidental nor isolated, that GABNet had been targeted as a test HSA case. We worked at becoming visible victims. At the launch of the illustrated Sugar & Salt (a story published in Ms. magazine) at a Jesuit university bookstore, I confessed I was listed. A question followed the momentary silence in the packed room: what I would do if I were not allowed to leave. I said I was, right there and then, announcing my candidacy for the presidency of the Philippines. The audience cheered. We tried to be of good spirits, despite each passing day’s worry over professional commitments at home in the United States. We wanted to frustrate the listing’s intent—to sow fear among human rights advocates and activists already feeling the impact of nearly a thousand political assassinations, 90 of them women. We knew that GABNet was mobilizing. Twelve hours after its call for support, 300 protest faxes flooded the U.S. embassy. Telephone calls, e-mails and statements poured in from the United States, Canada and Europe; protest vigils were already scheduled in four cities. GABPhil, Gabriela Women’s Party (GWP) and GABNet members still in the country held long meetings and ran through possible scenarios, which deteriorated rapidly for me. First scenario: Mirk and I would be let through and Dr. Enrile detained; second scenario: Mirk and Dr. Enrile would be allowed to go and I detained; third scenario: the two are allowed to go and I’m arrested; fourth scenario: I’m targeted for assassination. GABPhil took this seriously enough to assign me a “buddy”—a young woman, who, I hoped, could dismantle enemy bones at a single bound. To render the worldwide protests visible, GABPhil picketed the BID at noon of August 14, joined by some Comfort Women (survivors of kidnapping and rape organized by Japanese occupation forces during World War II). Then 30 women, wearing red t-shirts with the slogan “Assert Women’s Rights,” took us to the airport where media and television crews waited. We were mobbed, especially with the presence of GWP Congresswoman Liza Maza. GAB women held up sheets of paper printed with calls for our release. To no avail, it seemed. After 40 minutes arguing with a “lowly” clerk who muttered that he could only follow orders, the immigration supervisor showed up, hollering we were Taliban. While arguing with him, we kept an eye on the queue, because two women—one also listed, another a GABNet member—were lining up for exit visas. We raised our decibel, with Congresswoman Maza successfully insisting on bringing our legal counsel, Alnie Foja, into the restricted area. We kept saying we had been assured that the hold-order had been lifted; please find a higher authority; search desks in various offices, and so forth. Congresswoman Maza was formidable. Attorney Foja was formidable. When the two young women in the queue slipped through without mishap, I breathed again. Suddenly, the “lift the hold-order order” was found, sitting ignored for four hours on a desk. Such was the power of women that the hold-order was lifted not just for us, but for all 500 names. We sent off text messages to the GAB women still waiting outside. Our passports were stamped. Nirvana! A media photographer asked for a last picture. We lined up and, just before the flash, raised fists of defiance. The immigration supervisor yelped. A final weirdness: as my hand-carries were searched at the entry to the boarding area, the security agent saw two one-dollar bills in my purse. I should take care of my money, he said. I took the money out, saying they were only dollar bills. He asked in a wheedling voice, if I would take pity on an hourly wager and give him the money. I said, “And what? Be charged with bribery?” He said no; that I could place the money this way and he would slip it out. A security agent was begging me for two dollars! How much money, I wondered, would the HSA generate for the corrupt? |







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