“I’m looking for the day that the Bangsamoro would be the master of their own selves and destiny,” Mohagher Iqbal told me during an interview at the MILF’s political headquarters at Semuay Crossing, southern Philippines. “On that day, whether there is heaven or hell, what is important is that the Bangsamoro people could no longer accuse anyone, including the Philippine government, of creating our mess here in Mindanao.”
Mindanao is still messy, but not as crazy as it once was back in the days of the 2000 and 2003 wars. At least Iqbal and his cadres no longer head arrest warrants on their heads.
I had been to Iqbal's office twice before, once with TIME magazine while trying to investigate the MILF’s alleged ties with al-Qaeda. The other visit took place one year after the signing of the first post-2000 war peace agreement in Tripoli, Libya.
Continue reading "Through the Marsh with the MILF (May 9, 2007)" »
The southern city of Davao used to be the salvaging capital of the Philippines during the 1980’s and 90’s. The coastal town’s booming economic growth lured a mix of rich and poor migrants that included everyone from farmers, Chinese businessmen, and dirty politicians to ex-Maoist and Islamic militants who became guns-for-hire. The more ruthless entrepreneurs terrorized the wealthy elite, stole cars from the middle class, shot street kids, and turned Mindanao’s largest city into an urban war zone. Clandestine paramilitaries fought members of the Communist New People’s Army in the squatter neighborhood of Agdao while street gangs brawled over turf in Bankerohan. Someone was getting rich, but many more people were dying.
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Trying to blend into a place like Jolo is like trying to squeeze an elephant through the eye of a needle-or a lobster through a fish net. The last time a pack of reporters came down, some of them got kidnapped by Abu Sayyaf while trying to get access to the European tourists who were snatched from the Malaysian resort island of Sipadan in 2000. The charismatic but misguided Abu Sabaya even held local Filipino photographers hostage for a few hours and stole their cameras and shoes.
Journalists rarely visited Jolo after the 2000 internaional hostage crisis. So when I showed up, I stuck out worse than a sore thumb. Julie Alipala advised me not to check in with the military because they would attempt to restrict my movements. It was a little ironic because the first place she took me to, after eating lunch of course, was a Marine battalion located next to Lake Panamao, Habier Malik’s former stronghold. She had befriended the commanding officer over the years, and claimed the Philippine marines were much more media-savy and approachable. The colonel here didn’t given us any problems and even provided us with plainclothes escorts on mopeds who “cleared the area” as we drove toward Malik’s base.
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