Remembering an old friend for whom justice seems still elusive. We continue the struggle Nong Rene…
Two years have gone since you were killed by murderers who remain unknown up to this day.
In the darkness, they waited for you, after you visited fellow farmers who needed your help. Suddenly they shot you and caught by surprise, you were hit and thrown to the ground. In the last few moments of your life, instead of escape, you stood your ground and defended those who were with you. Allowing them to escape.
I am sad that we were not able to see each other again before those murderers took your life away. I am sad that we were never able to talk again about the things we were into after the Sumilao March.
I regret that I was not able to attend your grandson’s baptism. How I wish that we were able to see each other before you were taken from us, your friends.
It was my dream…
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