I just had a dream.
A very bad one.
I was in some coffee shop talking to a VIP… part of the research for my infrequent but enjoyable journalistic foray in the form of a Fridays-only Abante column.
While I was writing down something the interviewee just said… he looked at me intently and – as if wanting to add a game-changing point to something he just said, but needed some form of “clearance” – pointedly asked, “Are you yellow?”
And that was precisely the moment I woke up.
I was absolutely livid at the thought that, in the Philippines, one can only get the right answers, go places, achieve goals, be provided the correct picture, go to heaven – if he subscribes to a particular belief, political group, or someone’s whims and caprices.
I refused to go back to sleep for fear that my dream will recur… and the question asked again.
“Are you yellow?”
Yes, sir, I am yellow.
And kulangot brown.
And uhog green.
And whatever color it takes to show the world that I love my country.
And, I will not allow anyone to dictate a specific color that I should embrace to prove it.