An August Wednesday
August lay before me like the vast of plains of some unknown continent. I wouldn’t liken it to the Sahara, because a traveler has to cross it in the soonest possible time. Idyllic romance with the famed desert leads to either freezing or burning to death. I’m thinking of a leisure travel across vast plains, with nothing to hold the equally vast skies. No mountains, no hills, no protruding rock. I’d imagine the continent would offer one or two small oases that offer small respite to weary travelers, but nothing that hints of indulgence.
August was like that. My guess is that I had a natural high from the last weeks of July, and so the days that followed were like a crash-landing in some desert. And I had to walk, not really to reach some place, but just so that I could while the time. So that I could finish August. Or before August could finish me. Well anyway, I got up without expecting much, and I lied down without getting disappointed.
And August was like that. I walked steadily, with the typical ease and comfort one has before realizing he’s lost in a sea of open space. Like walking from adventure to dread, from solitude to being alone. I was already half-way, when Wednesday found me.
Wednesday came in suddenly, surprisingly, so unlike the previous three Wednesdays. God surely loves pulling a little shock on guys like me slowly turning into zombies . Read on baby, and buckle up!
Last Wednesday, August 27, I attended the 615am mass in St. Scholastica (God bless those little nuns!), went back to the house to get my fone, went to Buendia to take the bus to Los Banos. I waved at the departing bus but I guess the driver saw other things (probably mistook me for a vendor of mais and itlog, which are banned by that bus company) so he just sped off. I boarded a parked bus, waited patiently for 15 minutes, while consuming my baon of itlog and mais (haha). No, just a sandwich with meat leftovers. Sayang, I wished it were an egg sandwich. I’d give up anything for an egg sandwich, including things i dont have. So I munched it while listening to 91.5 Energy FM. I really don’t know which is worse. Mercifully, the bus left at 720am, so that distracted me from the pure pain of being asked 1,000,000 times “Hi Panga? May energy ka ba? “.
When we passed by Magallanes Village, I remembered a good friend whom I havent seen in 10 years! I prayed that he’s in Facebook, and that I made a mental note to google him as soon as I get back home. Anyway, I was surprisingly awake during the whole trip, despite an absence of TV/DVD in the bus! I am a notorious sleeper in public transport — except calesa and elevators.
And the trip was uneventful. I arrived at 930, boarded a jeep that goes inside the College (in UP Diliman, UP is called Campus. In Los Banos, UP is called College). i asked the driver to drop me off at the Men’s Residence Hall, as I was to deliver several packets to a good number of students. The Men’s Residence Hall brought me back to my college days in Narra Residence Hall in Diliman. Narra will always keep a soft spot in my heart. I consider it as the coolest place in hell. Well the manong receptionist was kind enough to get my packets and put them ominously beside a trash can. He told me he is Mang Efren (but he could be Mang Jhun or Mang Arnhel) and that he would take care of shredding este sending the packets. God bless him!
My business was over in 5 minutes. A jeep was waiting outside the dorm so I quickly jumped in, paid the driver and asked him to bring me to the nearest bus station. I truly enjoy the scenery in UPLB. It’s all in varying shades of green. Dark green, marine green, brownish green, even the sky is bluish green. And the air is so fresh you could immediately sniff an ikot jeep is nearby or horse manure on your shoes.
And there’s the bus to Manila! Yes! One thing that struck me is the conductor issues tickets from his Palm PDA. Cool. Plus, there’s a LCD screen showing Hancock (more on that later). I got off in Ayala because I was to take lunch with a friend who’s working in a multinational headquartered in The Enterprise. I got there 10 minutes late because I was hijacked by cheap books sold outside SM Makati (P49/each in mint condition!!). My friend and I took lunch in a cafeteria in Philam Tower. We also wanted to visit the small chapel there. You know it really feels funny when you come across familiar faces — from school, from organizations in school, from extracurricular places — but that you couldnt remember their names anymore, so you just stand there and look at each other hoping the other guy would be the first to say “O Pare, musta na?!”. Well I had several of those while walking in Makati, but I ducked before they saw me, so haha I saved ourselves a few guffaws.
Ok we finished lunch, we visited the chapel (daily masses at 1215pm, recollection every 2nd tuesday at 6pm, etc), we parted ways. Here’s when God dropped several bombs on my way. Ten seconds after we split ways, someone tapped me on my shoulder: a friend we talked about during lunch. In fact, I wanted friend A to meet friend B. Weird no? Friend B accompanied me all the way to Greenbelt 5. Then we split ways. Then the biggest bomb exploded. Remember the Magallanes Village guy I last talked to 10 years ago? And who I hope was on facebook? Well he saw me and he hollered my name.
Holy sh#$%&*^t. We were like two schoolboys laughing our hearts out in a river of people amused at seeing well two old-looking schoolboys. He treated me to late lunch (3pm na ito), exchanged stories, updates, whew! I guess we wasted 2 hours together. By the way, he’s into sanitation and environmental projects. No pun intended!
Instead of an oasis I found ‘waste’, and it was good.
Begin with the children…
A long article came out in the press recently, seriously calling for the Catholic Church to ‘reconsider’ its tough stance on population control in light of rising food prices. That the world (or rather the poor world) is suffering from skyrocketing prices of commodities simply because, there are too many mouths to feed. You are suffering because you are poor. You are poor because you are too many. So here’s a knife to slash the throats of your children. Begin with the youngest, since they are the least productive.
It’s hard to buy this resurgent Malthusian view in light of many things (e.g. prices of basic commodities have actually gone down in last 50 years). But the most glaring counterargument would be the fact that the Philippines is believed to be a most corrupt nation in this part of the world. The Worldbank reports that even Indonesia improved its fight against corruption. The report simply underscores the argument that poor economic management and political backwardness is a main cause of poverty.
Anyway, here’s a nice read on the coming population bust.
Protection money
We Filipino Catholics in a predominantly Catholic nation are one damn lucky group: we dont have to pay terrorists to stay alive. Christians/Catholics in Iraq are draining their savings to remain on their feet. And non-payment means terrible consequences.
The Coming Population Bust
I’d like to share an article on the ‘overpopulation’ myth I found in the International Herald Tribune. When will our policymakers accept that the widespread poverty in the Philippines is caused by decades of economic mismanagement (bad policy) and corruption? Haayy…..
The coming population bust
Thomas Malthus has been dead for 170 years, but the Malthusian fallacy – the dread conviction that the growth of human population leads to hunger, shortages, and a ravaged environment – is unfortunately alive and well:
America’s congested highways are caused by “population growth wildly out of control,” the group Californians for Population Stabilization laments in an ad.
In a new documentary, Britain’s Prince Philip blames the rising price of food on overpopulation. “Everyone thinks it’s to do with not enough food,” Queen Elizabeth II’s husband declares, “but it’s really that demand is too great – too many people.”
Overpopulation is “very serious – very, very serious,” the Dalai Lama tells a crowd of 50,000 in Seattle. Somewhat inconsistently, he also proclaims that “children are the basis of our hope,” and that “our future depends on them.”
Like other prejudices, the belief that more humanity means more misery resists compelling evidence to the contrary. In the past two centuries, the number of people living on earth has nearly septupled, climbing from 980 million to 6.5 billion. Yet human beings today are on the whole healthier, wealthier, longer-lived, better-fed, and better-educated than ever before.
The catastrophes foretold by Malthus and his epigones – some of them in bestsellers like “The Population Bomb,” which predicted that “hundreds of millions of people are going to starve to death in spite of any crash programs embarked upon now” – have never come to pass.
That is because people are not our greatest liability. They are our greatest asset – the wellspring of every quality on which human advancement depends: ambition, intuition, perseverance, ingenuity, imagination, leadership, love.
True, fewer human beings would mean fewer mouths to feed. It would also mean fewer entrepreneurs, fewer pioneers, fewer problem-solvers. Which is why it is not an increase but the coming decrease in human population that should engender foreboding.
For as Phillip Longman, a scholar of demographics and economics at the New America Foundation, observes: “Never in history have we had economic prosperity accompanied by depopulation.”
And depopulation, like it or not, is just around the corner. That is the central message of a compelling new documentary, “Demographic Winter: The Decline of the Human Family.” Longman is one of numerous experts interviewed in the film, which explores the causes and effects of one of what may be the most ominous reality of 21st-century life: the fall in human birth rates almost everywhere in the world.
Human fertility has been dropping for years and is now below replacement levels – the minimum required to prevent depopulation – in scores of countries, including China, Japan, Canada, Brazil, Turkey and all of Europe.
The world’s population is still rising, largely because of longer life spans – more people live to old age than in the past. But with far fewer children being born today, there will be far fewer adults bearing children tomorrow. In some countries, the collapse has already begun. Russia, for example, is now losing 700,000 people a year.
By mid-century, the United Nations estimates, there will be 248 million fewer children than there are now. To a culture that has been endlessly hectored about the dangers of overpopulation, that might sound like welcome news. It isn’t. No society gains when it loses its most precious resource, and no resource is more valuable than the human mind.
In 1965, the population of Italy was 52 million, of which 4.6 million, or just under 9 percent, were children younger than 5. A decade later, that age group had shrunk to 4.3 million – about 7.8 percent of Italians. By 1985, it was down to 3 million and 5.3 percent. Today, the figures are 2.5 million and 4.2 percent.
Young children are disappearing from Italian society, and the end isn’t in sight. According to one estimate by the UN’s Population Division, their numbers will drop to fewer than 1.6 million in 2020, and to 1.3 million by 2050. At that point, they will account for a mere 2.8 percent of the Italian nation.
Italy isn’t alone. There are 1.7 million fewer young children in Poland today than there were in 1960, a 50 percent drop. In Spain 30 years ago, there were nearly 3.3 million young children; there are just 2.2 million today. Across Europe, there were more than 57 million children under 5 in 1960; today, that age group has plummeted to 35 million, a decline of 38 percent.
Fertility rates – the average number of children born per woman – are falling nearly everywhere. Worldwide, reports the UN, there are 6 million fewer babies and young children today than there were in 1990. By 2015, according to one calculation, there will be 83 million fewer. By 2025, 127 million fewer. By 2050, the world’s supply of the youngest children may have plunged by a quarter of a billion, and will amount to less than 5 percent of the human family.
The reasons for this birth dearth are many.
As the number of women in the workforce has soared, many have delayed marriage and childbearing, or decided against them altogether. The sexual revolution, by making sex readily available without marriage, removed what for many men had been a powerful motive to marry. Skyrocketing rates of divorce have made women less likely to have as many children as in generations past. Years of indoctrination about the perils of “overpopulation” have led many couples to embrace childlessness as a virtue.
Result: a dramatic and inexorable aging of society. In the years ahead, the ranks of the elderly are going to swell to unprecedented levels, while the number of young people continues to dwindle. The working-age population will shrink, first in relation to the population of retirees, then in absolute terms.
A determined optimist might take this as good news. In theory, fewer people in the workforce should increase the demand for employees and thus keep unemployment low and the economy humming.
But the record tells a different story. In Japan, where the fall in fertility rates began early, the working-age population has been a diminishing share of the nation for 20 years. Yet for much of that period, unemployment has been up, not down
Far from boosting the economy, an aging population depresses it. As workers are taxed more heavily to support surging numbers of elders, they respond by working less, which leads to stagnation, which reduces economic opportunity still further.
“Imagine that all your taxes went for nothing but Social Security and Medicare,” says Longman in “Demographic Winter,” “and you still didn’t have health care as a young person.”
Gary Becker, a Nobel laureate in economics, emphasizes that nothing is more indispensable to growth than “human capital” – the knowledge, skills, and experience of men and women. That is why baby booms are so often harbingers of economic expansion and vigor. And why businesses and young people drain away from regions where population is waning.
A world without children will be a poorer world – grayer, lonelier, less creative, less confident. Children are a great blessing, but it may take their disappearance for the world to remember why.