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I’m not joining the electricity outage so-called Earth Hour, scheduled this coming Saturday. I’m not going through that hypocritical exercise of shutting off my lights for an hour as a symbol of my commitment to save nature and the environment. And yes, there is no need to educate me on how to save the planet. Like most poor Filipinos, I am really, truly helping save the planet already, not because of some noble commitment, but because of sheer and simple poverty. I don’t have to conservepower and water and all that, much less do I have to schedule it and light a candle when it happens. I am forced to conserve these precious resources, not just for an hour a year, but for every single day. The Central Negros Electric Cooperative, the Bacolod City Water District and the TRAIN laws force me to do so.

Please. I don’t think I still have to shut off my lights for an hour for the environment. I’ve suffered enough brownouts from Ceneco. I think I’ve already contributed my own earth hours for the rest of my lifetime. Also, my electric bill does not go down no matter how long and how many brownouts I suffer, so credit me for my sacrifice for Mother Earth: I not only go through the was electricity invented during the industrial revolution inconvenience of heat and darkness, I also pay for it. So, thank you Ceneco, for theopportunity to do my share for the environment. I’m pretty sure Ceneco will be present for the Earth Hour ceremonies to show its commitment to the environment, and will duly announce how many kilowatt hours will this year’s exercise save. I hope one day it will also show its commitment to poor me and the rest of its hapless consumers and tell us how much we pay for the kilowatt hours we do not use.

The same is true with Baciwa which is as committed to Mother Earth as Ceneco, it also forces us to conserve water by simply shutting off the lines to our homes. There is no surer way to conserve the precious liquid than delivering air instead of water, or delivering water in various shades of brown, we just shut our faucets off. Baciwa also does a good job at conservation by simply not connecting many of our communities to its system. We really do not know when Baciwa will be able to reach all of our homes and communities gas engine tom, or even just for it to give stable service to those already connected. Until then, thank you Baciwa for your commitment to Mother Earth. Just a teeny-weeny bit of complaint, though: why do have suffer for your brand of water conservation ?

So spare me from silly exercises likeEarth Hour. The poor of this country like me have more mundane things to do than go through the motions of committing ourselves to save the planet. We are too busy worrying about tomorrow’s meals. Besides, we have not and do not contribute to the deterioration of the environment, except perhaps using those plastic bags in which we wrapour dried fish. But there are other much bigger plastic promoters who can make the difference, not us.

One big-time plastic consumer happens to be SM, which organizes gas monkey monster truck body and hosts the Philippine celebration of the Earth Hour. It doesn’t sound right gasbuddy trip thatthe mall which sells water in plastic bottles and sells all sorts of plastic would organize and host this. After all,.the 2019 Earth Hour is supposed to focus on how the worldcan stop plastic from choking the planet to death.

Why doesn’t SM reduce its own carbon footprint by closing down frivolous activities like ice-skating and cutting down its mall hours during low-traffic days instead of holding the Earth Hour? That would be fine leadership by example, and it makes for a more powerful statement for the environment, than lighting candles and wallowing in darkness for an hour.*

One early evening, a good friend picked me up for a lazy drive around town. He wanted to show me something, he said, something that had surprised him when he drove around the other night. A certified member of Bacolod’s old rich, my friend flies in and out a gas station near me of the city regularly and it wasn’t such a surprise he was surprised by the new developments in the land of his birth.

We drove somewhere just in the fringes of the city’s center, behind an oldsubdivision. We entered this not-so-wide street and soon we were gawking at big and beautiful houses, newly-built certainly, in designs foreign and modern. With my limited architectural vocabulary, I saw houses built along Mediterranean, Italian, American and tropical lines. One had a blazing grand chandelier hanging from its ceiling and visible from the road, through its glass and steel façade.

Welcome to the world of the new millionaires in Bacolod, children of the Filipino diaspora whose new lives now are fueled by foreign currencies earned by parents or siblings working in strange and distant parts of the world. Given the opportunities available locally, only the Overseas Filipino Workers – and well, corrupt politicians and government workers 6 gases — could have built these huge houses hereabouts. I don’t think the average wage earner, not even those working in managerial posts, could have the means to build residences this big and beautiful.

These houses, no doubt, were built on that struggle, bittersweet fruits of working in unfamiliar and totally foreign lands, in extreme heat or extreme cold often in harsh and unfair working conditions that could only be experienced aboard. They work on backbreaking jobs, many as domestics, seamen and technical workers. Many are abused physically, emotionally and mentally, but many strike gold, too. The really gas buddy lucky ones, I was told earn as much as a million a month, like ship captains. A million pesos, after all, if one comes to think about it,is just around $20,000. Small wonder they could light their salas with grand chandeliers.

Aside from the big houses, these are the people who fuel the economy by accelerating consumption of consumer goods. They are the ones who bring their entire families to resorts and amusement parks, shop in malls and specialty stores, eat in fine restaurants. In case you haven’t noticed it yet, these are the businesses that have grown in a fast clip in the last 10 years.

I remember how we used to be so squeamish about these overseas jobs, often raising the question of whether the material gain could make up for the social costs of families without mothers and fathers. Life was hard, but was leaving worth the very real possibility of children growing up as rootless individuals who end up as unproductive citizens?

We don’t seem to be so concerned about this question anymore. I don’t think we have settled that yet, so mavbe we simply have forgotten that as we wallow in the benefits of material success.I think many have embraced the saying that it is always electricity flow direction better to suffer living in a palace, than suffer in a nipa hut. It is very sad, but that’s how it is now, and I’m sorry, for many many years hence.