Author: Diosdado G. CapinoPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Nationalists
Languages : en
Pages : 350
Book Description
Stories on Rizal's Character, Teachings, Examples
Author: Diosdado G. CapinoPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Nationalists
Languages : en
Pages : 350
Book Description
Jose Rizal's Character, Teachings, and Examples
Author: Diosdado G. CapinoRizal's Life, Works, and Writings
Author: Diosdado G. CapinoPublisher: Goodwill Trading Co., Inc.
ISBN: 9789711108908
Category : Revolutionaries
Languages : en
Pages : 298
Book Description
Popularizing Rizal in Briefs
Author: Edgar Valencia RoseroPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Nationalists
Languages : en
Pages : 292
Book Description
Himalay
Author: Rizal & the Dev. Of National Consciousness
Author: Publisher: Goodwill Trading Co., Inc.
ISBN: 9789715741033
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 248
Book Description
The Reign of Greed
Author: José RizalPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Avarice in literature
Languages : en
Pages : 392
Book Description
Classic story of the last days of Spanish rule in the Philippines.
Mi Ultimo Adiós
Author: José RizalThe Social Cancer
Author: Jose RizalPublisher: The Floating Press
ISBN: 1775415627
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 940
Book Description
Filipino national hero Jose Rizal wrote The Social Cancer in Berlin in 1887. Upon his return to his country, he was summoned to the palace by the Governor General because of the subversive ideas his book had inspired in the nation. Rizal wrote of his consequent persecution by the church: "My book made a lot of noise; everywhere, I am asked about it. They wanted to anathematize me ['to excommunicate me'] because of it ... I am considered a German spy, an agent of Bismarck, they say I am a Protestant, a freemason, a sorcerer, a damned soul and evil. It is whispered that I want to draw plans, that I have a foreign passport and that I wander through the streets by night ..."
The Hero of the Filipinos: The Story of José Rizal, Poet, Patriot and Martyr
Author: Charles Edward RussellPublisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1613106262
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 487
Book Description
A futile insurrection had been followed by terrible reprisals and a hardening everywhere of the articulated tyranny, terrorism, and espionage with which the Government ruled. Such from the beginning had been its practice in the long and uninspiring record of the Spanish occupation of the Philippines: sore oppression leading to inevitable revolt and then savage vengeance that sowed the seed of more revolt. Now, as always in that delirious procedure, innocent natives were swept to punishment indiscriminately with the guilty; men that had taken part in the uprising and men that had never heard of it. With the rest of these victims of insensate rage, marched, on the morning of February 28, 1872, three beloved priests and servants of God, of whose complicity in the plot was never a shred of ponderable evidence. One of them, lifting up his voice in prayer for his assassins as he went along, was eighty-five years old. Not his years nor his gray hairs nor those good works that had brought him honor availed to save Father Mariano Gomez from the most ignominious of deaths. With Fathers Burgos and Zamora, he was garroted on Bagumbayan Field, fronting the sea at Manila; a place consecrated in the Filipino mind to memories terrible and yet grand. Native poets and orators that have seen there every blade of grass springing from the blood of heroes are hardly over-imaginative. On that spot to the same cause the same dull power sacrificed victim after victim, ending with the nation’s greatest and best. But now, in 1872, forgotten medieval brutalities seemed to be brought back to darken life in a region the sunniest and of right the most cheerful. Prisoners were tortured with instruments the world believed to exist only in museums; tortured with thumb-screws, great pincers, and machines of devilish ingenuity that produced and reiterated the agonies of drowning. The whip was busy in the hands of men hired for their expert knowledge of how it could be used to yield the largest fruition of pain; many a wretched Filipino that had in his heart no more of disloyalty than you or I was flogged naked in the presence of officers in whose ears his shrieks seemed to sound like music. Hysteria and fear in the minds of the dominant class were added to the racial hatred always festering there. Under the empire of this triad of the beast, men that had worn the gloss of the almost classic society of Madrid became in the Philippines no better than hooting devils. To the typical haughty Spaniard there the Filipino was an Indio, an inferior creature designed to render service to the white man’s needs and to receive the white man’s blows. Each successive generation of rulers had learned at least once, and always with astonishment and disgust, that the lowly Indio was capable of combinations and resistances that sometimes shook the walls of Malacañan itself and started painful visions of massacres and wild fleeings. From the beginning to the end of the story, it was a discovery that first exiled reason and then multiplied work to the executioner. Yet the knowledge gained in this way by one generation never seemed to enlighten the next: each revolt created in its turn the same astonishment, as if for the first time in human experience wronged men had turned against their wrongers. Each generation, therefore, had the same obtuse notion of violent repression as the only answer to the natives’ complaint, a concept that each left with additions of its own to its successor. Hence the complex savageries of 1872, which might be regarded as in a way accretionary; not a soul in the governing class seeming to suspect, despite all this rich experience, that the essence of the slayings was no better than one revenge making ready for another.