第 四十九 章 · Chapter XLIX

The Voice of the Hunted

As the sun was sinking below the horizon Ibarra stepped into Elias's

banka at the shore of the lake. The youth looked out of humor.

"Pardon me, sir," said Elias sadly, on seeing him, "that I have been

so bold as to make this appointment. I wanted to talk to you freely

and so I chose this means, for here we won't have any listeners. We

can return within an hour."

"You're wrong, friend," answered Ibarra with a forced smile. "You'll

have to take me to that town whose belfry we see from here. A mischance

forces me to this."

"A mischance?"

"Yes. On my way here I met the alferez and he forced his company on

me. I thought of you and remembered that he knows you, so to get away

from him I told him that I was going to that town. I'll have to stay

there all day, since he will look for me tomorrow afternoon."

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but you might simply have invited

him to accompany you," answered Elias naturally.

"What about you?"

"He wouldn't have recognized me, since the only time he ever saw me

he wasn't in a position to take careful note of my appearance."

"I'm in bad luck," sighed Ibarra, thinking of Maria Clara. "What did

you have to tell me?"

Elias looked about him. They were already at a distance from the

shore, the sun had set, and as in these latitudes there is scarcely

any twilight, the shades were lengthening, bringing into view the

bright disk of the full moon.

"Sir," replied Elias gravely, "I am the bearer of the wishes of many

unfortunates."

"Unfortunates? What do you mean?"

In a few words Elias recounted his conversation with the leader of the

tulisanes, omitting the latter's doubts and threats. Ibarra listened

attentively and was the first to break the long silence that reigned

after he had finished his story.

"So they want--"

"Radical reforms in the armed forces, in the priesthood, and in the

administration of justice; that is to say, they ask for paternal

treatment from the government."

"Reforms? In what sense?"

"For example, more respect for a man's dignity, more security for the

individual, less force in the armed forces, fewer privileges for that

corps which so easily abuses what it has."

"Elias," answered the youth, "I don't know who you are, but I

suspect that you are not a man of the people; you think and act so

differently from others. You will understand me if I tell you that,

however imperfect the condition of affairs may be now, it would be

more so if it were changed. I might be able to get the friends that

I have in Madrid to talk, _by paying them_; I might even be able to

see the Captain-General; but neither would the former accomplish

anything nor has the latter sufficient power to introduce so many

novelties. Nor would I ever take a single step in that direction,

for the reason that, while I fully understand that it is true that

these corporations have their faults, they are necessary at this

time. They are what is known as a necessary evil."

Greatly surprised, Elias raised his head and looked at him in

astonishment. "Do you, then, also believe in a necessary evil,

sir?" he asked in a voice that trembled slightly. "Do you believe

that in order to do good it is necessary to do evil?"

"No, I believe in it as in a violent remedy that we make use of when we

wish to cure a disease. Now then, the country is an organism suffering

from a chronic malady, and in order to cure it, the government sees

the necessity of employing such means, harsh and violent if you wish,

but useful and necessary."

"He is a bad doctor, sir, who seeks only to destroy or stifle the

symptoms without an effort to examine into the origin of the malady,

or, when knowing it, fears to attack it. The Civil Guard has only

this purpose: the repression of crime by means of terror and force, a

purpose that it does not fulfil or accomplishes only incidentally. You

must take into account the truth that society can be severe with

individuals only when it has provided them with the means necessary

for their moral perfection. In our country, where there is no society,

since there is no unity between the people and the government, the

latter should be indulgent, not only because indulgence is necessary

but also because the individual, abandoned and uncared for by it,

has less responsibility, for the very reason that he has received less

guidance. Besides, following out your comparison, the treatment that

is applied to the ills of the country is so destructive that it is

felt only in the sound parts of the organism, whose vitality is thus

weakened and made receptive of evil. Would it not be more rational to

strengthen the diseased parts of the organism and lessen the violence

of the remedy a little?"

"To weaken the Civil Guard would be to endanger the security of

the towns."

"The security of the towns!" exclaimed Elias bitterly. "It will

soon be fifteen years since the towns have had their Civil Guard,

and look: still we have tulisanes, still we hear that they sack

towns, that they infest the highways. Robberies continue and the

perpetrators are not hunted down; crime flourishes, and the real

criminal goes scot-free, but not so the peaceful inhabitant of the

town. Ask any honorable citizen if he looks upon this institution as

a benefit, a protection on the part of the government, and not as an

imposition, a despotism whose outrageous acts do more damage than

the violent deeds of criminals. These latter are indeed serious,

but they are rare, and against them one has the right to defend

himself, but against the molestations of legal force he is not even

allowed a protest, and if they are not serious they are nevertheless

continued and sanctioned. What effect does this institution produce

among our people? It paralyzes communication because all are afraid

of being abused on trifling pretexts. It pays more attention to

formalities than to the real nature of things, which is the first

symptom of incapacity. Because one has forgotten his cedula he must

be manacled and knocked about, regardless of the fact that he may be

a decent and respectable citizen. The superiors hold it their first

duty to make people salute them, either willingly or forcibly, even

in the darkness of the night, and their inferiors imitate them by

mistreating and robbing the country folk, nor are pretexts lacking

to this end. Sanctity of the home does not exist; not long ago in

Kalamba they entered, by forcing their way through the windows, the

house of a peaceful inhabitant to whom their chief owed money and

favors. There is no personal security; when they need to have their

barracks or houses cleaned they go out and arrest any one who does not

resist them, in order to make him work the whole day. Do you care to

hear more? During these holidays gambling, which is prohibited by law,

has gone on while they forcibly broke up the celebrations permitted by

the authorities. You saw what the people thought about these things;

what have they got by repressing their anger and hoping for human

justice? Ah, sir, if that is what you call keeping the peace--"

"I agree with you that there are evils," replied Ibarra, "but let

us bear with those evils on account of the benefits that accompany

them. This institution may be imperfect, but, believe me, by the fear

that it inspires it keeps the number of criminals from increasing."

"Say rather that by this fear the number is increased," corrected

Elias. "Before the creation of this corps almost all the evil-doers,

with the exception of a very few, were criminals from hunger. They

plundered and robbed in order to live, but when their time of want

was passed, they again left the highways clear. Sufficient to put

them to flight were the poor, but brave cuadrilleros, they who have

been so calumniated by the writers about our country, who have for a

right, death, for duty, fighting, and for reward, jests. Now there are

tulisanes who are such for life. A single fault, a crime inhumanly

punished, resistance against the outrages of this power, fear of

atrocious tortures, east them out forever from society and condemn

them to slay or be slain. The terrorism of the Civil Guard closes

against them the doors of repentance, and as outlaws they fight to

defend themselves in the mountains better than the soldiers at whom

they laugh. The result is that we are unable to put an end to the evil

that we have created. Remember what the prudence of the Captain-General

de la Torre [131] accomplished. The amnesty granted by him to those

unhappy people has proved that in those mountains there still beat the

hearts of men and that they only wait for pardon. Terrorism is useful

when the people are slaves, when the mountains afford no hiding-places,

when power places a sentinel behind every tree, and when the body of

the slave contains nothing more than a stomach and intestines. But

when in desperation he fights for his life, feeling his arm strong,

his heart throb, his whole being fill with hate, how can terrorism

hope to extinguish the flame to which it is only adding fuel?"

"I am perplexed, Elias, to hear you talk thus, and I should almost

believe that you were right had I not my own convictions. But note this

fact--and don't be offended, for I consider you an exception--look

who the men are that ask for these reforms" nearly all criminals or

on the way to be such!"

"Criminals now, or future criminals; but why are they such? Because

their peace has been disturbed, their happiness destroyed, their

dearest affections wounded, and when they have asked justice for

protection, they have become convinced that they can expect it only

from themselves. But you are mistaken, sir, if you think that only the

criminals ask for justice. Go from town to town, from house to house,

listen to the secret sighings in the bosoms of the families, and you

will be convinced that the evils which the Civil Guard corrects are

the same as, if not less than, those it causes all the time. Should

we decide from this that all the people are criminals? If so, then

why defend some from the others, why not destroy them all?"

"Some error exists here which I do not see just now some fallacy in the

theory to invalidate the practise, for in Spain, the mother country,

this corps is displaying, and has ever displayed, great usefulness."

"I don't doubt it. Perhaps there, it is better organized, the men

of better grade, perhaps also Spain needs it while the Philippines

does not. Our customs, our mode of life, which are always invoked

when there is a desire to deny us some right, are entirely overlooked

when the desire is to impose something upon us. And tell me, sir, why

have not the other nations, which from their nearness to Spain must be

more like her than the Philippines is, adopted this institution? Is it

because of this that they still have fewer robberies on their railway

trains, fewer riots, fewer murders, and fewer assassinations in their

great capitals?"

Ibarra bowed his head in deep thought, raising it after a few

moments to reply: "This question, my friend, calls for serious

study. If my inquiries convince me that these complaints are well

founded I will write to my friends in Madrid, since we have no

representatives. Meanwhile, believe me that the government needs a

corps with strength enough to make itself respected and to enforce

its authority."

"Yes, sir, when the government is at war with the country. But for

the welfare of the government itself we must not have the people think

that they are in opposition to authority. Rather, if such were true,

if we prefer force to prestige, we ought to take care to whom we grant

this unlimited power, this authority. So much power in the hands

of men, ignorant men filled with passions, without moral training,

of untried principles, is a weapon in the hands of a madman in a

defenseless multitude. I concede and wish to believe with you that

the government needs this weapon, but then let it choose this weapon

carefully, let it select the most worthy instruments, and since it

prefers to take upon itself authority, rather than have the people

grant it, at least let it be seen that it knows how to exercise it."

Elias spoke passionately, enthusiastically, in vibrating tones; his

eyes flashed. A solemn pause followed. The banka, unimpelled by the

paddle, seemed to stand still on the water. The moon shone majestically

in a sapphire sky and a few lights glimmered on the distant shore.

"What more do they ask for?" inquired Ibarra.

"Reform in the priesthood," answered Elias in a sad and discouraged

tone. "These unfortunates ask for more protection against--"

"Against the religious orders?"

"Against their oppressors, sir."

"Has the Philippines forgotten what she owes to those orders? Has she

forgotten the immense debt of gratitude that is due from her to those

who snatched her from error to give her the true faith, to those who

have protected her against the tyrannical acts of the civil power? This

is the evil result of not knowing the history of our native land!"

The surprised Elias could hardly credit what he heard. "Sir," he

replied in a grave tone, "you accuse these people of ingratitude;

let me, one of the people who suffer, defend them. Favors rendered,

in order to have any claims to recognition, must be disinterested. Let

us pass over its missionary work, the much-invoked Christian charity;

let us brush history aside and not ask what Spain has done with the

Jewish people, who gave all Europe a Book, a Religion, and a God;

what she has done with the Arabic people, who gave her culture,

who were tolerant with her religious beliefs, and who awoke her

lethargic national spirit, so nearly destroyed during the Roman and

Gothic dominations. You say that she snatched us from error and gave

us the true faith: do you call faith these outward forms, do you

call religion this traffic in girdles and scapularies, truth these

miracles and wonderful tales that we hear daily? Is this the law of

Jesus Christ? For this it was hardly necessary that a God should allow

Himself to be crucified or that we should be obliged to show eternal

gratitude. Superstition existed long before--it was only necessary

to systematize it and raise the price of its merchandise!

"You will tell me that however imperfect our religion may be at

present, it is preferable to what we had before. I believe that, too,

and would agree with you in saying so, but the cost is too great,

since for it we have given up our nationality, our independence. For

it we have given over to its priests our best towns, our fields, and

still give up our savings by the purchase of religious objects. An

article of foreign manufacture has been introduced among us, we have

paid well for it, and we are even.

"If you mean the protection that they afforded us against the

_encomenderos_, [132] I might answer that through them we fell under

the power of the _encomenderos_. But no, I realize that a true faith

and a sincere love for humanity guided the first missionaries to our

shores; I realize the debt of gratitude we owe to those noble hearts;

I know that at that time Spain abounded in heroes of all kinds, in

religious as well as in political affairs, in civil and in military

life. But because the forefathers were virtuous, should we consent

to the abuses of their degenerate descendants? Because they have

rendered us great service, should we be to blame for preventing them

from doing us wrong? The country does not ask for their expulsion but

only for reforms required by the changed circumstances and new needs."

"I love our native land as well as you can, Elias; I understand

something of what it desires, and I have listened with attention to

all you have said. But, after all, my friend, I believe that we are

looking at things through rather impassioned eyes. Here, less than

in other parts, do I see the necessity for reforms."

"Is it possible, sir," asked Elias, extending his arms in a gesture

of despair, "that you do not see the necessity for reforms, you,

after the misfortunes of your family?"

"Ah, I forget myself and my own troubles in the presence of the

security of the Philippines, in the presence of the interests of

Spain!" interrupted Ibarra warmly. "To preserve the Philippines it

is meet that the friars continue as they are. On the union with Spain

depends the welfare of our country."

When Ibarra had ceased Elias still sat in an attitude of attention

with a sad countenance and eyes that had lost their luster. "The

missionaries conquered the country, it is true," he replied, "but do

you believe that by the friars the Philippines will be preserved?"

"Yes, by them alone. Such is the belief of all who have written about

the country."

"Oh!" exclaimed Elias dejectedly, throwing the paddle clown in the

banka, "I did not believe that you would have so poor an idea of

the government and of the country. Why don't you condemn both? What

would you say of the members of a family that dwells in peace only

through the intervention of an outsider: a country that is obedient

because it is deceived; a government that commands be, cause it avails

itself of fraud, a government that does not know how to make itself

loved or respected for its own sake? Pardon me, sir, but I believe

that our government is stupid and is working its own ruin when it

rejoices that such is the belief. I thank you for your kindness,

where do you wish me to take you now?"

"No," replied Ibarra, "let us talk; it is necessary to see who is

right on such an important subject."

"Pardon me, sir," replied Elias, shaking his head, "but I haven't the

eloquence to convince you. Even though I have had some education I am

still an Indian, my way of life seems to you a precarious one, and my

words will always seem to you suspicious. Those who have given voice

to the opposite opinion are Spaniards, and as such, even though they

may speak idly and foolishly, their tones, their titles, and their

origin make their words sacred and give them such authority that I

have desisted forever from arguing against them. Moreover, when I

see that you, who love your country, you, whose father sleeps beneath

these quiet waters, you, who have seen yourself attacked, insulted,

and persecuted, hold such opinions in spite of all these things, and

in spite of your knowledge, I begin to doubt my own convictions and

to admit the possibility that the people may be mistaken. I'll have

to tell those unfortunates who have put their trust in men that they

must place it in God and their own strength. Again I thank you--tell

me where I shall take you."

"Elias, your bitter words touch my heart and make me also doubt. What

do you want? I was not brought up among the people, so I am perhaps

ignorant of their needs. I spent my childhood in the Jesuit college,

I grew up in Europe, I have been molded by books, learning only what

men have been able to bring to light. What remains among the shadows,

what the writers do not tell, that I am ignorant of. Yet I love our

country as you do, not only because it is the duty of every man to

love the country to which he owes his existence and to which he will

no doubt owe his final rest, not only because my father so taught

me, but also because my mother was an Indian, because my fondest

recollections cluster around my country, and I love it also because

to it I owe and shall ever owe my happiness!"

"And I, because to it I owe my misfortunes," muttered Elias.

"Yes, my friend, I know that you suffer, that you are unfortunate,

and that those facts make you look into the future darkly and

influence your way of thinking, so I am somewhat forearmed against

your complaints. If I could understand your motives, something of

your past--"

"My misfortunes had another source. If I thought that the story of

them would be of any use, I would relate it to you, since, apart from

the fact that I make no secret of it, it is quite well known to many."

"Perhaps on hearing it I might correct my opinions. You know that I do

not trust much to theories, preferring rather to be guided by facts."

Elias remained thoughtful for a few moments. "If that is the case,

sir, I will tell you my story briefly."