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despedita/ buenvenida

1/5/2017

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It’s 1972 and none of us know that Marcos will remain in power for fifteen years, Imelda will dance with George Hamilton, thousands will be ‘salvaged’ or disappeared,  Ninoy Aquino shot in the head at this airport where I am waiting for my flight to leave.

Nixon will approve Operation Breakfast, the carpet bombing over Cambodia, then instigates the Watergate break-in and finally faces impeachment, Vietnamese ‘boat people” will wash ashore on coasts throughout Southeast Asia – Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, Hong Kong, Singapore, even across the South China Sea in the Philippines; the Khmer Rouge will walk victoriously into Phnom Penh and empty the city, to be expulsed four years later by Vietnamese troops. President Pak Chung Hee, who has just declared Martial Law in Korea, will be deposed.


I don’t know any of that or when I will return.
And I can tell you now: we never forget our first homes, whatever colonies they inhabit. Their images fill the rooms of other homes we choose.

Goodbyes are necessary.

They serve as a ritual act to establish what Sanchez Ferlosio calls "protective borders" between those left behind and those who leave.  When misfortune strikes and one must flee, the memory of those goodbyes salve the ache of separation. Saying goodbye hides the fear of no return, that once gone we will wander the skies wearily in search of a resting place.

But we are always leaving and arriving. And so it is with this story, a difficult intuitive journey that ends only as I am really prepared to go. Theology, I have learned, reveals itself on the road. "The clue of the beginning," offers Nelle Morton, a feminist theologian, "is more often than not discovered until near the end - entirely too late to back up and start over again."

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We are always leaving always coming home. 
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    Kerry (Kathryn) Poethig

    We were "fraternal kids", Americans in the Philippines from Magsaysay to Marcos. I thought our story needed elaboration.

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