last week, an article appeared on the new york times supplement for the süddeutsche zeitung that had me incredulously shaking my head. it contained snippets and higlights of the 1993 interview ramona diaz had with the grand dame prior to filming the documentary film, “imelda”. the last two paragraphs read:

“But when she (Imelda) talks about buying Italian paintings,
she’ll say she did it for the country: “I knew all
of them couldn’t travel to see the paintings.’ And
she won’t see the irony. There’s not much of self-
reflecting.

” When she’s asked about negative press, she’ll say:
‘Am I really that bad? Am I really that ugly? Then I
think, No, I’m O.K.’ She’s convinced, as she says
in the film, ‘I did the best I could with everything
that God gave me.’ Mrs. Marcos’s impetus for everything
is beauty. ‘If I did all these horrible things, ‘ she
said to me, ‘I wouldn’t look this good physically.’”

after reading it, i couldn’t help but chide myself for likening imelda to evita peron in an essay i once wrote in high school. my only excuse is that i am a martial law baby and didn’t know any better. gee, really. why can’t people just keep quiet instead of saying things that just expose how utterly shallow they are (and i’m no longer talking of just imelda here, hehehe…)?

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