Extrajudicial Killings In The Philippines Essay Novels & Stories

“I do.” I study him as I sip my espresso. Judging from the sweat stains under the armpits of his jacket, he’s not as certain of himself as he likes to appear. Still, this is the Philippines. Nothing is impossible here. The continent has no lack of powerful criminals. We don’t have a legally binding contract that will prevent him from getting his services elsewhere. Our kind of deals are sealed with a handshake and retained with bloodshed. I put my cup on the counter. “I see.”

"We're quite… worried about how our newly elected president will react once we relayed it in a way that is rather informal." The Philippine's representative didn't speak. Obviously, the President's anger should be put into consideration. The Filipinos elected a man who has a profound abhorrence to injustice, had sworn to dirty his hands for the sake of those who can't protect themselves. Handsome words, yes, but once put into action is quite appalling. Informing him in a tangible way isn't an option. "We've got to put a stop to these murders," said Gustavan. "They're hunting those who have been affected, and there are still some left," said the General.

“Take a ‘guide’ with you. It has to be someone who can fight off the 'things' up there.” “Just last week there were people who died there while swimming. Here, buy my talisman so you don’t get played with by the ‘residents’ there.” “Seriously, you people have such guts going up there! Don’t blame us if you go home carrying a corpse of one you...” Really?! It’s truly “more fun in the Philippines” when these kinds of comments come your way! Here are their stories. These aren’t their real names, alright: ++++++++++ MARC'S STORY (One of the Leaders of the Group, 19)

We should be competent in all aspects. That’s why I need to register to be a voter for 2022. I need to choose a correct leader that will make the Philippines in good hands. I am also encouraging my friends about this and they agreed with me. Next year, we will register immediately after all of our busy schedules. I’ve been waiting for that time to come since 2018. I am stressed about what’s happening around me and it bothers me. A lot of extrajudicial killings happened and I can’t take it anymore.

“I invoke my right to say this time, your honour.” “Attorney Alexandre, please defend your client.” This time, Alexandre is a little bit uneasy about the prosecution’s side. “It’s clearly shown that my client, Francesca Mundo, was abused, and this is a crime of passion. Article 9262, or the violence against women and children, will be implemented in her case against the accusation since abuse is present. Also, article 247 under the revised penal code of the Philippines stated. ‘Death or physical injuries inflicted under exceptional circumstances. — Any legally married person who having surprised his spouse in the act of committing sexual intercourse with another person, shall kill any of the

I did not want to tell a lie but I figured, for a wannabe gangster like him, the threat of violence is the only thing he understands] Kate blushed to the roots of her hair. In the Philippines, the US-patterned universities also featured the primitive violence of fraternities, even and especially in the State U. It would be the headline of nationwide news programs for days on end when an initiate tragically died during secret hazing rites. Who knew such public-record information delivered at the opportune time would solve all her problems? At last, genuine and utter relief coursed through her body and Kate placed her phone to her chest as though to hug it. She smiled to herself because she fe

"Believe me, I also didn't know what I was going to do then. I was furious, confused, hurt and depressed. I didn't know how to describe how I felt then. If only I could kill, I could've put justice in my hand back then. " "I understand. I'm also glad that that bitch is now rotting in jail. I hope the one who killed your mother Ida will also be found." She said that had my forehead creased. I slowly turned to him with startled eyes. My ears seemed to tingle at what I heard and could not believe looking at him. What is she talking about? When he noticed my strange stare he immediately spoke. "Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" "What do you mean by that? The person who killed my mother

’ he thought that the Philippines doesn’t have a high ranker fighter that can use pressure control and got amused to the teenage girl who used it without lifting a finger “hoy! Kakampi mo ko! Pakawalan mo to!” (I’m your comrade! You should free me!) living for 3 years in the Phil, they already know how impatient Filipinos can be. He flinched when they saw the girl broke the mans’ neck The pressure got heavier and the girl clenched her hands ‘you! Planned it all!’ it’s unbelievable but the tropical weather becomes cold as the little girl let her frustration out Suddenly, she started running as if death is chasing her

Sadly, my relatives had managed to make her always out of reach when it came to me. I went to the canteen and bought a sandwich and spaghetti for breakfast. . My thoughts drifted to my younger sister, and I sighed in remorse. I want to see her. “News Flash.” –televeision "Philippine's war on drugs had started a month ago, and the death toll surprised the country in more ways than one. Drug dealers who decided to fight instead of surrender ended up dead on the streets and most of the time inside their own homes."

“You think those women haven’t done the same things?” I gulped. Young women had started missing in Manila about four months ago and there was a rumor we’d finally spawned a serial killer in our country. It’s been an inside joke among Filipinos how hard it was for any serial killer to advance here because everyone minded everybody else’s business. “Don’t say that! They might still be alive!” I protested, stricken to my bones. No one had been found in any of the missing, alive or dead bodies. His mouth thinned as he watched my face. I felt cold so I might have gone pale. If he wasn’t so gorgeous, he’d look like an old maid. “Okay, okay. But about this dress—”