Mother’s lament (Subic Rape Case)

My daughter, precious are your tears.
Let me dry them with my prayers to
Jesus, Son of God and Man.

I feel your pain.

I was not there when you were raped.
Yet through your eyes I see the way they ripped
your clothes and future apart.

I feel your anger.

You spoke the truth and asked for justice
Clad in haughty robes, Justice said, “I am not blind.”
He hears the mob but not your fierce objections.

My daughter, do not fret.
Your rapists will face God’s court.
The man who rammed his power into the center
of your soul will not be acquitted in His eyes.

I feel your shame.

Daughter, you did no wrong.
Shame belongs to the one who held you down, and to the
rest that cheered him on.
Shame is the driver who watched like a lizard
as they carried you out from his van.

My daughter, what must I do? Who can I run to?
My life is a dishrag soaked with your tears
Your life has become the struggle that never ends.

I feel your courage.

Like raindrops on parched earth, it appears from nowhere.
Let them feel it, my daughter, let them feel your strength.
Let them tremble before it, like you did when they assaulted you.

You are a wounded warrior, and I am your shield.

Daughter, I love you. Weep not, for I am here.

Author: Susan Ople

Susan "Toots" Ople is the President of the Blas F. Ople Policy and Training Institute. She's an OFW and labor advocate based in the Philippines.

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