I can't say I completely agree with Occupy Wall Street. (Sorry, folks, don't crucify me.) I realize they have a great cause to fight for that could also benefit me if they succeed. No, I'm not wealthy; yes, I could use better tax breaks and of course, the environmental pollution is affecting me. But on the other hand, I don't fully understand why they're lounging around parks and demonstrating the way they are. I just don't get it.
I read today from my good old friends at iVillage that the site's . I stopped in my tracks and had to do a double-take at my computer screen. What?! Did I read that tweet right? Why would anyone bring their four-year-old to see the demonstrations?
I immediately wanted to @ reply on Twitter: "Why?!" Then, I stopped and remembered -- when I was six years old, my parents brought me to a protest.
It was the (also known as the Philippine Revolution of 1986), which included a series of demonstrations in the Philippines campaigning against regime violence and electoral fraud. The civil resistance eventually led to the departure of Ferdinand Marcos from his presidency and restored my home country's democracy after roughly three years of a deteriorating economy which plunged the country's government into debt.
Suddenly, Occupy Wall Street is sounding very familiar.
Since I was only six, my memory is a little hazy. I do recall my mom dressing me in yellow (the color of the revolution) and holding my hand as we walked through the crowd. Although the scene felt kind of like a festival, I knew deep down it was so much more than that.
My dad says he and my mom brought my sister and I to the protest that day because for one, they were afraid to leave us home during a time of chaos. But more importantly, he wanted us to see and experience change.
Looking back, I realized the Occupy Wall Street demonstrations -- as pointless as some people might think they are -- are incredibly meaningful. To this day, I still have so much pride for my country -- I still hold a Philippine passport, in fact. I'm grateful my parents included me in something so significant -- because that day, I learned what it means to believe in something.
Photo: An iconic photo of the EDSA Revolution in the Philippines in February 1986 showing hundreds of thousands of people filling up Epifanio delos Santos Avenue (EDSA).