Sunday, 22 September 2019

President Duterte's Leadership Spurs a Return to Filipino Roots



Volume 1, Issue No. 9
OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .

Our latest as of Sunday, September 22, 2019 

~ It took almost five years and a badass, foul-mouthed chief executive - that's President Rodrigo Duterte - to make me decide to reacquire my birthright citizenship for the miracles he created and continues to create since 2016, the year he trounced a slew of traditional politicians and ideologues, eliminating corruption and their practitioners, and restoring confidence in government, law, and order. "I solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the Republic of the Philippines and obey the laws . . . " the Philippine Oath of Allegiance reads. This is quite different from Canada's, which states: “I swear (or affirm) that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second, Queen of Canada, Her Heirs and Successors, and that I will faithfully observe the laws of Canada, and fulfill my duties as a Canadian citizen.”

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DUAL CANADIAN, DUAL FILIPINO

Reacquiring My Hearth and Home



By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ 
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel


“It's not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are.” ― Roy Disney


TORONTO - This Thursday, September 19, 2019, I reacquired my Filipino citizenship by taking an oath before Philippine Consul General Orontes V. Castro, the new head of the Toronto mission, who replaces the well-loved Consul General Rosalita S. Prospero who passed away on May 28, 2019. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0VxMwMAyq4).

Twenty-nine others did the same at the Consulate General's office on Eglinton Ave. in midtown Toronto. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OK9giuF1T4). And so, we are Filipinos again, and at the same, Canadians. Dual citizens, we are called. Dual Canadians or Dual Filipinos, either way, we're citizens of two countries. (https://www.canada.ca/en/immigration-refugees-citizenship/services/visit-canada/dual-canadian-citizens-visit-canada.html).

Five years earlier, I chose to be a subject of a monarchy and excitedly pledged allegiance to the Queen of the United Kingdom and the other Commonwealth realms, of which Canada is one, which means that she's also the Queen of Canada, the 93-year-old Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor, more popularly known as Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second.

That act on my part effectively ditched my Filipino citizenship I had acquired by birth. Rightly or wrongly since then, I struggled over the loss of my birthright, a conscious choice I made in the euphoria that followed the move from San Diego, California where I lived for 16 years, to Toronto. 

However, a Philippine law, the Citizenship Retention and Re-acquisition Act or Republic Act No. 9225 which took effect on September 17, 2003, declares that natural-born Filipinos who acquired foreign citizenship through naturalization are deemed to have not lost their Philippine citizenship under some conditions. (Full text of law: https://www.senate.gov.ph/republic_acts/ra%209225.pdf).

That law was a blessing. To be candid, I felt detached from my mooring once I naturalized. I had the attitude that I had lost my sense of belonging here in Canada. "Feeling that you belong," says Karyn Hall, Ph.D., "is most important in seeing value in life and in coping with intensely painful emotions".

Nothing is wrong in gaining the citizenship of another country. After all, in the adoptive country, there's the promise of a new life, a rosy outlook of the immediate future, a reassuring feeling of security, and almost unbridled freedom to be what I personally wanted to be as a journalist.

If this sounded like an oblique condemnation of the home country, I would say it is. Yes, it is. Not until the badass, folksy, foul-mouthed curser named Rodrigo Duterte, now age 74, coasted to a landslide victory in the May 9, 2016 election to become the 16th President of the Philippines. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodrigo_Duterte).

"Digong," or "Mayor," as the down-to-earth Duterte likes to be called, is nobody's stooge. Not by major powers like the US (he barked at President Obama as an SOB), and neither by China nor Russia.

He minces no words in articulating his feelings . . . against the United Nations over his alleged human rights violations, against Canada over its garbage, against the high princes of the Catholic church over sexual abuses, against crook members of his cabinet, against the armed forces (military and the police), against the corrupt bureaucracy, among others . . . to the extent that he has offered to quit. That, to me, is leadership. That is my President!

The home country had sheltered and fostered my journalism career, and despite the existential threat that the martial law regime had posed in the 70's and 80's, I came out unscathed, but not quite really, because of a deeper and more painful tragedy - the loss of my wife, a desaparecido since 1984. 

A decade later, and before my 25-year work contract with a European news agency would expire in 2009, I moved to California and joined my parents and siblings. I thought relocating to the United States would split me from my countrymen. 

It seemed then that the farther I stayed away practising mainstream journalism, the more I felt obligated to share what I knew and apply it on the community level. Thus the birth of my three newspapers there, namely, the broadsheet Diario Veritas, and the tabloids The District Times and The Philippine Village Voice. Their broad mission was to expose corruption in all its forms in the community.

I had intended to continue The Philippine Village Voice in Toronto in 2010 but for the numerous weekly and monthly tabloids that saturated the community and competed for revenues a small market could generate. It showed the glut was causing a head-to-head rivalry among the publications that basically peddled the same entertainment content from Manila newspapers.

After almost 10 years in Toronto, I still can not wean myself away from everything that my birth country epitomizes. I just can't shake off the Philippine DNA that enwraps my body and soul and imbues me with traditional Asian values which are hard to find in Canada.

I can not identify with the struggles for sovereignty of the first European conquerors of indigenous peoples who had fought their own kind - the waves of European settlers who had colonized the country - the way I identified with the Philippines' own battle for self-rule at the turn of the 19th century.

That is because I had two grandfathers, Rafael and Prudencio, who had contributed their youth and grit in fighting under the Katipunan banner to overthrow the Spanish colonizers. That was their gift, their humble share, which enables us to enjoy independence in the last 121 years. I can not claim the same endeavour in Canada.

Being Canadian makes me feel I abandoned my rich heritage and the value system handed down by my forebears, which in turn I bequeath to my own progeny. I do not have the material treasures as a Canadian although I acknowledge learning a lot even as it failed to reshape me as a person.

By choice, I am a Canadian citizen, and by virtue of that, I belong here. Canada is now my home. Queen Elizabeth II is my queen, a fact shared by millions of others who are part of a vast kingdom where the sun, once, never set. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXOhE7L5KTo).

But I can't feel the essence of being in an empire where kings and queens rule over the lives and fortunes of their subjects. Its immensity makes me an insignificant national.

I can't feel the value of being in the second-largest country in the world, next only to Russia, with a population three times smaller (35 million) than the Philippines, my country of origin, at 109 million. 

In Canada, citizenship for non-whites comes with the label "visible minority" that, in my view, forever diminishes the person. The description is enshrined in official documents mainly, I believe, to institutionalize segregation and to remind one how little he is and who dominates.

I am a minority in Canada made visible only by an act of Parliament. It's not much different from the "people of colour" label in the United States. In the Philippines, my visibility need not be decreed, for I am seen, and treated, and respected, as part and parcel of the whole landscape.

The more Canadian I should have become, the more it nudges me to pull out of the mainstream because it brings back memories of oppression by Spanish conquerors on our ancestors who, in fact, had suffered the same brutality inflicted on First Nations people by colonizers who disrespected them and stole their lands.

I can not move away from our history, especially the part where my grandfathers fought for and achieved independence, even if the invaders had exploited us for nearly 400 years and lived off the fat of our land and the fruits of our labor. That is one great heritage I never have in Canada.

Canada is a vast community of immigrants, mostly from Europe, but even as the Philippines has a much bigger population, the country is still a tightly-knit populace of relations where everyone is linked by blood, name, friendship, marriage. In Canada, your name had to sound Anglicized and your skin white to find easy acceptance, or you're doomed to being a visible minority.

If a Philippine law deems I have not lost my birthright as a Filipino despite becoming Canadian, who am I to refuse the warm welcoming embrace of the people I knew since birth? The Philippines remains my hearth and home. (Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved).

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Clear Filipino Centre Toronto's Finances, Whistleblowers Demand



Volume 1, Issue No. 8
OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .

Our latest as of Wednesday, September 4, 2019 

~ Cash, enormous cash, lies idle in the vaults of Filipino Centre Toronto - that's assuming it is safe and untouched since the organization sold its building for $5.9 million, bought an old one-story structure for $1.9 million to house its offices, and keep $4 million or what remains of the sale. Now, whistleblowers have renewed their demand for FCT to bare the contents of financial statements for the last three years. Would they be heeded?


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A THREE-YEAR-OLD UNANSWERED DEMAND

Open the Books, Whistleblowers Ask FCT



By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ 
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel


“Sunlight is the best disinfectant.” ― William O Douglas


TORONTO - Newly-infused with an unreported $100,000 grant money, the already cash-rich Filipino Centre Toronto continues to ignore pleas to open its books so members could determine its true financial health.

The FCT headed by Mary Ann San Juan, president, and Efren de Villa, board chair, has not been responsive to demands to clear the air of suspicion for not reporting on financial statements for the years 2016, 2017, and 2018.

Twenty-six members of FCT have renewed their petition demanding an independent external financial audit to which Ms. San Juan supposedly committed to doing during its Annual General Meeting (AGM) on October 3, 2018.

Knowledgeable sources within FCT have furnished this reporter with a copy of what they called "petition letter to the FCT board" dated August 26, 2019.

As in the past, neither Ms. San Juan nor Mr. De Villa acknowledged questions sent to them by email last week.

"In ensuring the objectivity of the independent audit, we further ask that the membership be engaged through an agreed upon process to designate representatives that will be officially be (sic) involved in the selection of the third party auditor and in the definition of the scope and requirements of the independent external financial audit," the petitioners wrote to the FCT board. 

A member whose name appears on the list of petitioners, Ms. Maria CJ De Villa, publicly expressed her worries in an article published in one of the Filipino tabloids.

"It is highly unusual for an organization to operate without member-approved financial statements," she stated. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5YUCP0xqlQ).

"It is but alarming in this case where FCT is behind 3 years - 2016, 2017, and 2018. More especially so given the financial impact of the $5.9M sales of its old building in January 2017," she said.

Earlier efforts by whistleblowers and the media to bring FCT to show transparency - avowed by its chair Efren de Villa - have been met with a cold shoulder by FCT officials. (Video at:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MDQoagXLlQ).

Ms. De Villa (no relation to Efren de Villa) said the unsuccessful attempts to review financial statements for approval by members could be traced to "a variety of reasons including incomplete and questionable information".

She noted that lesser-resourced organizations in the Filipino community have external audits on their books to maintain integrity, but "FCT is having difficulty to subject itself to one".

By community standards, FCT is enormously rich. It made good money (to the tune of $5.9 million) from the sale of its old building on Parliament St. in downtown Toronto. Soon after, it bought a one-story structure, now its present office, in Scarborough for $1.9-million. That means, FCT still has $4 million in its vault.

Not surprisingly following the sale, claimants and other creditors surfaced. Unofficial reports from whistleblowers claimed FCT paid them a total of $678,000 (or $698,000). (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZFXKzvQqYY).

Documents furnished this reporter indicated the name and amount of money that went to creditors, namely: “Vicki” – $300,000. "Vicki" is Dr. Victoria Santiago, a dentist, and a former FCT official; “RCJ” – $96,000. "RCJ" was Rosalinda Cerrudo-Javier (now deceased), former FCT president; “CRA” – $122,000. "CRA" is Canada Revenue Agency; “Wendy” – $30,000. "Wendy" is FCT secretary Wendy Arena; and “S and J Mechanicals” – $8,000. 

The 26 member-petitioners have reiterated their plea for FCT to respond "urgently" not later than Friday, September 6, 2019. They are: Edgardo Adan, Dr. Mario Andres, Perla Andres, Bay Bernabe, Daisy Bernabe, Ed Birondo, Evelyn Birondo, Noel Cruz, Maria CJ De Villa, Toots Evidente, Bobby Gabat, Camilla Jones, Cecile Kolmegies, Jolito Lonkines, Minda Lonkines, Frank Maralag, Rudy Naval, Myra Naval, Malou Parcero, Elisa Pardinas, Melodena Portugal, Teresa Sevilla, Rey Tolentino, Mercedes Tolentino, Frank Villanueva, and Luna Vince. (Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved).

Wednesday, 28 August 2019

A Friendship That Opened Doors to Journalism



Volume 1, Issue No. 7
OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .

Our latest as of Wednesday, August 28, 2019 

~  The dutiful son that I'm supposed to be almost neglected to remember his father's 100th year. At the end of the month, he would have been 101 years old, having been born on August 31, 1918, in Cavite province, Philippines. When he passed away in California in 2014 at age 96, I could not come to his funeral. To this day, I am haunted by that thought. When I woke up this rainy Tuesday morning (Aug. 27), I knew something was amiss. Memories of him continued to flood my mind. Then I realize his birthday was coming up. 


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REMEMBERING MY FATHER WHO WOULD'VE BEEN 101 YEARS OLD

A Cochero and a Fisherman Who Made Good


By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ 
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel



“The strength of a man is in his character. A strong man is great man of wisdom who understands, his top priority is to his family.” ― Ellen J. Barrier


TORONTO - He earned a living working two jobs - as a cochero by day and a fisherman by night. 

That man was my father, Rufino Márquez, a hardy five-footer whose day job was to convey people through his kalesa to the length and breadth of Bancaan, a fishing village on the southwest shores of Manila Bay in the town of Naic, Cavite which happens to be my birthplace.

At dusk, he would rest for a few hours, and later joined a group of fishermen, usually six of them, for a night of pamamalakaya (trawling for fish) in the open sea bordering Batangas and Bataan. Fishing would bring in a large sum especially if the catch was good.

This early exposure had enabled me to identify the different varieties of fish and other sea products and determined what's good for paksiw, pesa, sinigang, inihaw, pinangat, sinaing, etc. But the family preference had always been tuna, the bluefin and yellowfin varieties, and shrimp, mackerel, squid, and grouper. 

Bancaan was about three kilometres from the township but travel had been difficult before the authorities carved a dirt road out of an expansive rice field. Still, the easy, smooth, and meandering route was by banca, a rowboat essentially, through a maze of crystal-clear creeks practically hidden from view by palm and nipa trees along their banks.

Visiting my paternal grandparents at a young age was a cherished experience if only for the banca ride to and from the ancestral home, which was situated on the shores of Manila Bay. In recent years, the shoreline has actually expanded by several meters, creating a wide strip of land, now settled by squatters, and pushing my paternal grandparents' property inland.

Not until I had the pleasure of going to Venice in 2011 did I realize that the old-fashioned journey of yesteryears was exactly what Venice has become famous for, except that instead of a fanciful gondola, we had a banca for transport, and an oarsman who drove it instead of a gondolier who sings on the side. (Videos at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSvJunIZ2yU and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0_3U5XFA64).

I learned to swim there as a child. I had wanted to join my father's fishermen friends to venture out onto historic Corregidor, about 25 kilometres across the bay from Bancaan. Though the island, also called "Gibraltar of the East," is closer to Bataan, it is in fact part of Cavite province. (Background: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corregidor).

As fishing, my father's night job, was totally dependent on the weather, it lacked the stability to support his family. After months of looking, he found employment with The Manila Chronicle in Intramuros, Manila, first as a helper, then as a pressman, or operator of huge printing machines churning out the broadsheet.

By then the family had moved to Pasay City near where Buendia Avenue and Roxas Boulevard intersect. My siblings and I were growing up. Whenever we visited Bancaan, the entire neighborhood, which is to say the Marquez clan, would turn out to welcome us. 

"Aba, naglalakihan na ang mga batang ire," the people would say in their characteristic Caviteno accent, to mean "Gosh, these kids are all growing fast".

My mother hailed from another barrio, Balsahan, located at the edge of the river, which must have taken its name from balsa or wooden raft, that was the chief means of transportation at that time.

Every time we would come, it surely would necessitate paying a call on her mother, Ceferina Sevillano, my grandmother, the beautiful but feisty Spanish mestiza, and an entire community of maternal cousins. 

Blinded by cataract on both eyes, I was her handpicked organ of sight, a personal support worker (PSW) in current lingo. From her, I learned how to swear in Spanish as she was given to outbursts of sinverguenza, the Spanish for shameless, and hijo de perra or son of a bitch, whenever she threw a tantrum at not finding her chewing tobacco at the very moment she wanted it.

My father was always a proud host to friends from childhood and neighbours. He knew he would be teased for landing a stable job as a machinist in the printing department of The Manila Chronicle in Aduana, Intramuros, Manila - the reason we left for the city. 

So before the ribbing could start, he would give his younger brother money to buy the beer and coconut spirits his friends were so fond of. Pulutan (hors d'oeuvre or appetizer) came in abundance, mostly the day's catch of yellowfin tuna, lobster, mussels and oysters. The boisterous reunion usually ended before a rooster's crow announcing a new day.

The degree to which he spent during those occasional visits was the exception to his personal principle to live within one's means, after all, these people were his boyhood chums who had remained rooted to the only method of livelihood they knew - fishing and farming.

My mother who took care of us in the homefront after retiring as a dressmaker, never objected though sometimes she would get annoyed by the noise and the endless macho talk.

As a pressman, my father got to be friends with some editors at the Chronicle. It was during a meal one evening at a karinderia that Jorge Afable, the metro news editor, taunted him about one of his sons - that's me - who was studying journalism. 

"Subukan natin yung anak mo Márquez," he baited, to which my father promptly replied: "Oo sige, papuntahin ko sa 'yo at ng ma-examine mo".

Two days later I had an appointment. My father happily told me at home that an editor wanted to see if I could qualify as a reporter for his section. 

On the day it was set, I went up to the editorial department looking for Mr. Afable. He was closing his page. I interrupted him and introduced myself, then he handed me a slip of paper on which was written the facts of what would be my story. 

It was my first time to be in a newsroom. Unlike other offices, the Chronicle's was like a beehive. People were talking over their shoulders while typing out their stories. The teleprinters were disgorging wire stories. The TV was on. Everyone was rushing back and forth to beat the deadline.

Mr. Afable gave me half an hour to write a decent article out of the factsheet he had handed to me. I was quite nervous that I might not be able to deliver on time. But after reading the factsheet, I knew it was an easy story to write. No analysis, just the bare facts to be weaved into a coherent, clear story.

To my own surprise, I finished writing in 15 minutes, half the generous time he had given. I handed the two-page typewritten manuscript to him and he simply nodded. "Mabilis ka ah," he uttered, checked the story for mistakes and called out the copy boy to send it to production for typesetting.

I passed the exam, he said, and secretly, I was ecstatic hearing that. Whereupon, he assigned me to cover three areas in metro Manila, namely, Pasay City, Paranaque and Las Pinas. Anything that happened there would be my responsibility, he said. And that included the police, the local governments and their components.

The weeks that followed were devoted to introducing myself to the authorities as the reporter for the Chronicle. 

In Pasay, it was Mayor Pablo Cuneta who I met with his secretary, the mother of singer-actress Sharon Cuneta; in Paranaque, Mayor Florencio Bernabe; and in Las Pinas, Mayor Filemon Aguilar whose daughter is the recently-reelected Senator Cynthia Villar. The police chief of Pasay was Col. Tumaliuan whose first name I cannot recall now.

I had my professional break in journalism through my father whose friendship had opened doors for me.

Rufino Márquez would have been 101 years old on Saturday, August 31. He passed away in 2014 at age 96. Ten years prior, my mother Virginia succumbed at age 87. They are buried side by side in San Diego, California. (Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved).

Friday, 23 August 2019

Eddie Lee, the Non-Journalist Publishing Pioneer


Volume 1, Issue No. 6
OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .

Our latest as of Friday, August 23, 2019 

~  If there's one metric for the impact an individual gets to have in his community, it would be Eddie Lee and his work through his newspaper Atin Ito. The 84-year-old passed away quietly on Sunday, August 18, 2019, leaving a legacy of serving the Filipino community for 43 years. A fraternity brother to many notable people in the Philippine government, he literally walked the corridors of power but never took advantage of it. Till the end, he stuck to the job he never dreamed of - newspapering - so he could advocate for his people.

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EDDIE LEE, PUBLISHER OF ATIN ITO NEWSPAPER:

Resolute in Serving the Filipino Community


By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ 
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel


“Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine


TORONTO - Even as he was an active role player in the local newspaper industry, Eddie Lee never pretended nor called himself a journalist out of respect for those who truly are.

He had firmly refused to do so, but because of his devotion to community journalism up to his dying day on Sunday, August 18, 2019, he might as well had been one champion of what true journalism was.

He had abided by an understated principle of not showing off some influence and power he could have wielded as the founder and publisher of Atin Ito, the oldest, at 43 years, Filipino newspaper in Canada and widely distributed in the Greater Toronto Area.

Eddie Lee's humility defined his limits as a person, as a businessman, and as a newspaperman - this last one not as a reporter writing the news but as the person who made sure the paper kept going in good or foul weather.

And that modesty applied as well to Atin Ito, the tabloid he had nurtured since 1976, the year a group of friends, including journalist Ruben Cusipag (July 12,1938 - July 9, 2013), came together and began a journey to create awareness in the Filipino community.

The name of the paper he had chosen to carry was non-conventional, in fact, radical in so many ways that described the man himself and his venture into a world traditionally reserved for lovers of the written word. 

His was public service through a platform called Atin Ito, the Tagalog phrase that literally translates to "this is ours" - quite a bold affirmation in those times of Filipino identity in multi-ethnic, multi-cultural Canada where being Filipino meant very little to mainstream society.

As publisher, Eddie Lee, age 84 at the time of his passing, had his share of controversy, which was foreseeable anyway for one heavily involved in community affairs as he had been. 

From what I could appreciate now, or nearly a decade later after I moved here from California, some sectors had mounted a word war against him over an article in his Atin Ito newspaper supporting lawyer Frank Luna, the then labour attache based here in Toronto.

The article touched off a raw nerve in the overly-sensitive press club - then and now inhabited by deadbeats - for it was something nobody dared to articulate in print. Once published, it sparked an uproar, then a squabble, then a big national controversy impacting one of the Philippines' biggest resources - the caregivers.

The good thing about that controversy was that it resulted in meaningful changes in the systemic processing and hiring of caregivers - a big boost to the caregiving community. Eddie Lee's Atin Ito was probably not much of an influencer but he did shake the establishment!

As I read the historic rebuttal now, it would have the effect of negating my considered assertion that Eddie Lee was not a power broker, nor a power wielder, which his critics said he was, though he had held considerable strength to brandish it if he had chosen to. 

He knew whereof he spoke, especially as an honest businessman who happened to have personal connections with people in the corridors of power, most of them his fraternity brothers in Upsilon Sigma Phi, the oldest student male-exclusive organization in the University of the Philippines.

Among the notable alumni of Upsilon Sigma Phi are President Ferdinand Marcos, President Jose P. Laurel, Vice President Salvador Laurel, Senator Joker Arroyo - all deceased - and incumbent Senator Richard Gordon. Toronto has a number of alumni too.

Eddie Lee graduated from UP Los Banos, his widow Marita Lee said, with a degree in agriculture. His formal education was an unlikely background for somebody who had engaged in a stressful, less-rewarding job as publisher, editor, and occasional photographer for Atin Ito newspaper.

But it is to Eddie Lee's credit that Atin Ito newspaper prospered through more than four decades - a considerable feat for one whose bona fides were not in journalism or its allied branches.

"Service was his commitment," according to Marita who helped husband Eddie in producing the paper every month at their home office in the western suburb of Oakville. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gHgKO9MUkQ).

His dedication was the same spur for Atin Ito's existence. "The paper was Eddie's labor of love," she says. That simple statement is a testament to his deep involvement in the Filipino community.

Eddie Lee himself had restated what everybody in the community already knew during a recognition ceremony in 2016. Noting his paper's four decades of existence, he stressed that "Atin Ito has been there for 40 years. We try to do and help whatever help we can give to the community. We will continue to do the same".

Eddie Lee had wanted to help a friend and fraternity brother, the late Ruben Cusipag, continue his journalism advocacy in Toronto once he had immigrated to Canada in late 1974. The two then co-founded Atin Ito in 1976. Two years later, they split and Ruben founded Balita newspaper.

I first met Eddie Lee during a luncheon meeting for media in 2011, my second year in Toronto, and I found him to be outspoken and courageous to speak out his mind. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpJoaUnNFqs). We would bump into each other in community events that I also covered for my online blogs and YouTube channels. 

In 2016, Michael Levitt, Member of Parliament for York Centre, recognized Eddie Lee for his "continued work in preserving the value of multiculturalism found in our Charter of Rights and Freedoms". The citation reads: "You and your organization are at the core of what makes Canada great, our diversity". (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXvs_1R6UNQ).

Well-spoken for Eddie Lee, the non-journalist journalist. Well-spoken for Atin Ito. (Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved).