19th century photograph of Chinese half-caste Hispanic Filipina.
19th century Filipina Chinese mestiza from wealthy family.
It's difficult to completely make out the writing, but what I can read is:
Heading on top of illustration: Sangleyes de chino (Chinese mestizos)
Figures from left to right: Christiano, (Illegible) principal, Pescador con (Illegible), Cargador sangley.
In other words, different social groups within the category of Chinese mestizos
in Hispanofilipinas:
Christian, prosperous resident, fisherman, laborer.
A wealthy young man. Modern Filipino of Chinese and Spanish descent.
Modern Filipino and Filipina.
Can we all just be Filipino?
I found an old Wikipedia rant on the above subject that dates back to 2011.
It's just exhausting. Truly, mind boggling. The labyrinths that people can construct around
the ideology, the religion, the dogma of APPEARANCES.
The human being, according these folks, is nothing but a certain color of bag of bones and muscle.
That's all we are. A color. Skin color. It's about white skin envy. And trying to undo what cannot be undone.
The author accuses Chinese people of trying to be white, in Filipino colonial times.
He says (I'm assuming it's a He) that there were practically no Europeans who went to live in Filipinas, only Chinese people, who became the Sangleys.
He didn't go all the way: he didn't state, declare, pontificate that Filipinos are not brown. We are sangley. I guess that means we are "Off-White".
You gotta laugh.
But okay, man, go on, continue, develop some kind of lucid train of thought. PROPOSE SOMETHING, other than this theory of color, as if we were nothing but leather shoes. Going this-away and that-away, and wanting --- OMG --- Dios mío --- Ay, Señor!!! --- Ay, Señol!!! --- Please Dear God, Make Me White.
So what, then? Okay, we are all sangleys, Rizal was Sangley (in some bizarre way this seems to be the Meaning of Life to this person, to get Rizal declared Sangley)..... THEN WHAT?
then WHAT?
THEN what?
Do you have anything else to say, apart from beating that Dead Horse to Death?
If we all get Sangley passports, will Human Destiny be Fulfilled?
Will Poverty, Ignorance, Disease, Alcoholism, SRA, Political Corruption, Nuclear War, Genocide, Environmental Destruction, Depression, Schizophrenia, Sociopathy, Psychopathy, Homelessness, Chronic Stupidity...
...go away?
Wow, if that were true, Hell I Wanna Be A Sangley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Hell, I will unabashedly proclaim: God, Please Make Me White.
And in the meantime, beg, borrow or steal to fly back to Manila and buy up all the skin bleach products to burn my lovely brown but crepey-from-being-71 skin, OFF-WHITE.
But of course, nothing of the above sorts of PSYCHOTIC DELUSIONS could make any kind of a dent on this suffering, yet eternally and undeniably marvelous, wretched Humanity.
And yet, wretched as we are, it is pushing us toward the discovery of a GREATER REALITY, of the MAJOR REALITY.
Which you can only access, if you become a Poet.
Learn to unleash the Love Within. Your native creativity. No color. Every color. Colors never seen
in this dimension. Beyond the range of human visual perception. But that we can see and summon and realize within our inner worlds.
You see, whoever you are, because you didn't even have the balls to sign your name to that
pathetic article... it sounds to me like some White Person told you They Didn't Love You.
Have you noticed that there is some kind of lunacy going on, the HATE WHITE PEOPLE MOVEMENT?
Yeah, and it's so utterly boring but the mass communications worldwide are controlled by AI's
who HATE HUMANITY. Aside from being COSMICALLY STUPID.
Anyway, the only antidote to the pulp fiction that nutjobs like you churn out, is that genuine writers,
artists, scholars, historians, HUMAN BEINGS WHO ARE NOT FAKE (read: not clones, NPC's, shape shifting lizards, politicians, billionaires, satanists, to mention just a few...)
...who are real human beings, possess human genius, after honing it for years and years, with
the ability to self-sacrifice, persevere, disregard the bullying and marginalization that this 3D perversion-infested dimension subjects us all to, if we ever so much as SHINE for a NANOSECOND....
...discover the power that has been sleeping within, unleash it, unleash our creative power, to rise and
enter the infinite worlds that we are now more than ready to move our permanent addresses to.
This is all I wanted to comment, and just to end with a statement of principle:
NO. RIZAL WAS NOT A SANGLEY.
RIZAL WAS, IS AND WILL FOREVER BE: FILIPINO.
Uh... so when are you gonna start emulating him,
instead of sticking him in your little sangley box?
He can't fit in your teensy-weensy sangley box.
But you, you can still expand and grow into someone like
an Angelic Human called Filipino,
whose recorded name in his baptismal certificate
was José Protasio Mercado Rizal.
Bye!
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