(warning: graphic language)
It was 1997, during my first semester in law school. We had constitutional law class that afternoon, and the recitations were nerve-wracking. I was with some of my classmates at the school library, cramming through the day's assigned readings. At one point, the news reached our table that
Rico Yan, accompanied by a camera crew, was roaming through Malcolm Hall, interviewing "
martial-law babies" about their thoughts on the then-forthcoming 25th anniversary of the declaration of martial law. The law school crowd was probably abuzz, atwitter. Not us. As typical freshmen, we were especially scared of our professor. Our table stood as an oasis of sobriety against celebrity.
Soon enough, Rico Yan entered the library, a microphone in hand that bore the proud logo of ABS-CBN. He and his crew approached the table nearest the library entrance -- our table. We noticed, we shuffled in our seats, we were distracted. I don't know what process of selection Rico Yan started to employ as he scanned our heads. Eenie-meenie-miney-mo? The whitest person? Let's go with the one with the glasses, surely he must be smart!
So it was determined that I was the symbolic face and voice of the martial-law generation. I remained seated as Rico Yan presented his microphone in front of my face. "How do you feel about martial law?", as the light flickered on the camera signalling that the tape was rolling.
I will never know how I looked on camera. I do know what sentiment I was trying to convey. Shut up, Rico Yan. Go away, Rico Yan. Can't you see I'm studying, Rico Yan? To my surprise, there was not a starstruck bone in my body. I looked through Rico Yan with tired glazed eyes. If I had my wits, I probably would have started cursing. Fuck you all, Rico Yan, ABS-CBN and Ferdinand Marcos! Ang martial law ay tangina, tulad ninyong lahat! If you care about martial law so much, why don't you copulate with it, Rico Yan? Let's see if you'll air that on ABS-CBN.
(Then again, ABS-CBN just might have aired it.)
My silence lingered for some seconds before Rico Yan told me, so you don't have any opinion about martial law? His tone shared the disgust of the elders frustrated with the collective amnesia over the martial law experience, and the disgust of a contract star eager to complete the assignment of the day so he can go raving. I remained silent, and indicted in the court of Rico Yan.
Rico Yan turned to my classmate E, who was even more studious than I was. "What do YOU think about martial law."
"My uncle was killed during martial law."
Rico Yan struggled for moments for words, since E did not offer any clarification. "So I guess martial law was bad for you, huh..." His voice railed.
"Well, yeah..." Mutual silence followed.
Rico Yan huddled briefly with his crew, then left our table. Later, as we were headed to class, I saw him interviewing an older law student, one who had been interviewed on TV before and one who did not mind talking on camera. That was the last time we saw Rico Yan.