Until today, in elementary and high school text books, there is no mention of the key role the 66th Infantry Battalion played in capturing Japanese General Tomoyuki Yamashita.
For sure, the general surrendered to the Americans. But who do you think captured him? Here's a humble tribute to an accidental hero.
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By posting this in my blog, I hope I am not misunderstood as being anti-Japanese.
The Japanese-Igorot community contributed so much to the growth of Baguio and Benguet, and many members of that community continue to contribute to the region's struggle for self determination.
On a more personal note, my daughter loves Japanese anime and, frankly, looks like a Japanese anime character come to life! My younger brother, too, was really into Japanese Zen culture for the longest time.
Snow Falling Among Cedars is also one of the most beautiful movies I have watched.
To put to rest all doubts about this matter, my next post will be on how racism thrived during World War II-- and how the Japanese bore the brunt of this.
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Remembering the late Dennis Molintas Sr.
(Major of the 66th Infantry Battalion, United States Forces in the Philippines-Northern Luzon, first governor of the old Mt. Province and of the newly-created Benguet Province in 1966, Filipino hero)
– By his grandson, Daniel R. Molintas.
IF OUR family has a measure of insanity, his “flavor” would be labeled these days as manic-obsessive.
MY GRANDFATHER, Dennis Molintas Sr., was obsessed with the abrupt, full scale, instantaneous north-to-south disruption of the Mountain Trail. His files on the movement of the 66 th Infanty Battalion, USFIL-NL movements in World War II (which eventually burned along with his house in 2003) indicate that he monitored enemy deployments and maneuvers on a weekly basis, even years before the actual days of reckoning. The same held true for enemy deployments in Lepanto and Mankayan, Benguet.
Yet, like all heroes, he made mistakes. My Lola says that Igorot troops defending the homeland had missed out the double-layered nature of the Lepanto pillboxes. And this cost them heavily. But he made up for such shortcomings with personal valor, and honor, and loyalty to his men. They felt this and reciprocated with personal loyalty to him.
Later in his retired years, he transferred this obsessiveness to cleanliness and orderliness. His house and garden in Betag, La Trinidad was the epitome of spic and span. Being at heart an agriculturist, a teacher and really just a reluctant hero—one of the first Ibalois sent by the American colonizers to the University of the Philippines in Los Baños to study—his garden was always in perfect order.
In fact, he was very much a conservationist and ecologist, way ahead of his time. He practiced organic farming in the 1960s, before it became the fad. When he spoke of the environment and ecology, he spoke with reverence. His contemporary ex-Baguio Mayor Virginia de Guia still voices the same sentiments.
Lolo Tatang was also a staunch guard of the old school, in terms of honor and integrity. When questioned by Daddy, the ever-rebellious son, as to why he did not bend the rules even a little, when in contrast, even army sergeants were amassing wealth, he replied: “I want you to be able to look at anyone STRAIGHT IN THE EYE.”
The old man Governor Alfredo G. Lamen (yes, the famous Lamen who walked up to Congress in g-string in response to Carlos P. Romulo’s declaration that Igorots were not Filipinos) who was his partner-in-office as Governor and Vice for the old Mountain Province acknowledged to me, when I met him, that honesty was lolo’s flaw. This is why he died a poor man.
SOME people today take Lolo to task for fighting against the Japanese, and for being harsh against enemy collaborators. They say he allowed the Igorots to fight a war that was not their own. World War II, they point out, was a colonizers’ scramble for power and resources.
But what these people do not take into consideration is that Lolo lived at a time where there was no instantaneous communication, there were few newspapers, and only a lot of whispered news of the Rape of Nanking (where some 300,000 Chinese people were raped and killed by Japanese soldiers, an event that remains a thorn in relations between China and Japan today), and of rapes and killings of fellow Filipinos in the lowlands. What they forget is that Japanese troops landed first on the shores of Lingayen Gulf—too close to Igorotlandia—and that the Filipinos were left by their Americans masters to fight off the Japanese invaders by themselves. And that the final battles against Japanese General Tomoyuki Yamashita were fought deep in the heart of Igorot lands.
Truly, he was more than just the product of his times. And he was not just an “American boy” that the today’s leftists would view him as. For sure, he was more broadminded than a mere American puppet.
Lolo fought the Japanese, but he tried to understand their culture. He had a book on Japanese culture. This attempt to see things in a broader view is, indeed, heroic, when seen in the context of what he personally had to go through during World War II: He was hunted by the Japanese, his father was tortured by Japanese soldiers, his aunt went insane because of psy-war (she was tied to a burning hut, but let free), and he had to see the two captured American Colonels who had appointed him—Arthur Noble and Martin Moses—executed by beheading in full public view at the Baguio Plaza.
He tried to understand the war, even while it was still going on. Among his files I found scholarly British texts on the diplomatic origins of World War I, a book by Lord John Maynard Keynes explaining the economic causes of World War II, novels by a Jewish-Austrian exile, and others. Clearly, something not to be expected from a man of “action”. In these too, we see that Lolo was truly a great man.
THROUGH the years and across the states of conciousness, Lolo’s hand reaches out to bless me. As the eldest male of our family, I have not inherited any sort of material wealth from him. But my Lolo did hand down to me a great legacy: the value of education, of books and of pure learning. And the understanding—that in the midst of the outrageousness of life and of the cynicism of modern times—some things, like honesty and valor, have to be absolute and untransactionable.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanking_Massacre
http://cpcabrisbane.org/Kasama/1997/V11n3/Henson.htm
