The basketball brawl between Gilas Pilipinas and Australian team uproared the social media globally raising a debate about who started the so called “embarrasing moment” in the history of basketball.
(Disclaimer: I’m no basketball expert and have no intention of being one.)
For me, the incident has little to do about the sports.
What happened is not something you can isolate to that alone. It can happen to any event, to anyone and to any country.
Imagine being abused in YOUR own nation . A Filipino who works abroad is always respectful and conscious of that country’s regulations, laws and traditions. Take for example our OFWs in Middle East. At some point, we can’t even publicly practice our religion as Christians. That is okay because that is their homeland. As they say, “When in Rome, do as Romans do.”
We may be insulted, belittled and in some cases robbed of our freedom in other parts of the world but touch me not in the islands of Philippines. This is our home. Our HOME.
To let a foreigner mock and insult your brother whether physically or emotionally in a land where your roots sprouted is being weak, hypocrite and ultimately, embarassing.
Some Filipinos have chosen the higher ground saying we could have acted on it differently and maintained the spirit of sportmanship. If you are in a situation where you are so passionate about and to see a small-brained person ruin things intentionally, you wouldn’t even think of acting differently. It was a natural human instinct. Unless you tell me you are god. Well, amen to that.
My supervisor told me (though I know he meant well) if the team acted “more professionally”, the Australian player named Kickert would have been kicked out of the game and we could have a better chance of winning to which I replied, that would have been a smart reaction – only that is being ideal.
Ideally speaking, that would have been the best thing to do but if you are the one on their shoes, believe me, realistically speaking, you wouldn’t have done better.
One day, my sister and aunt were hailing a taxi in the middle of the night. A taxi stopped by and just when my sister was talking to the driver, a rude Caucasian put his head inside the opened taxi window and started negotiating. My sister, feeling alienated, backed away even if she was the first to approach. My aunt meddled like a true Gabriela Silang and told the Caucasian off. Then my aunt told my sister to not let anyone (a foreigner) step on her right and most especially, not in her own country. And I’ve never been more proud.
Some foreigners think they are superior than us just because they came from a first world country. Well, do not take those people take away your pride or make you feel displace in this archipelago.
We, Filipinos, have always been versatile and resilient but do not mistake such qualities for enduring insults and abuses as part of it.
To see some Filipinos bash their own brother is the worst kind. Are we going to pull down our own people, our countrymen, every chance we get? Remember who pulled the trigger without playing blind.