I still remember that Saturday afternoon in January 1986. It was the day Cory Aquino, standard bearer of the United Opposition, was motorcading though our town in a Southern Batangas campaign sortie. She was speaking at the patio in front of the parish Church. With my childhood friend beside me and my father's yellow "Ninoy Hindi Ka Nag-iisa" band round my head, I listened intently and passionately raised my right fist in a seemingly grown-up show of support for my candidate despite the fact that I was a mere fifteen-year old, obviously powerless to show that support by means of the ballot.
When she left the patio, my friend and I ran after the van she rode, wanting for one last glimpse of our hero in the flesh. She did not disappoint us. Cory appeared through the window and flashed the Laban sign. It was my Cory moment, one that still runs very clearly in my head after more than 20 years, after undergoing general anaesthesia, after a bout with hormonal imbalance that all interfered with my memory bank. But then I guess a Coryista will never forget.
* Image grabbed from Google search.
* Image grabbed from Google search.
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