The Ampatuan Massacre, Six Years Later: No Prosecutions

Self will never forget the man who stood in a field, looked at reporters and asked, with dreadful composure, “Is this where they found my wife’s body?”

Maguindanao, the Philippines, 2009: 32 journalists and a few innocents who had the bad luck to stumble upon the massacre ended up in a hole in the ground. A massive hole. Pre-prepared. Dug out of the ground with bulldozers. Big enough to accommodate whole cars. All the bodies got dumped in.

Pretty clear the grudge was local, the perpetrators were local (shooting at their own neighbors, how nice), because what outsider would care this much? Seriously?

Self has no words.

What happened in Maguindanao affects the whole. Affects us all. There is no hiding from the shame.



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