I’ve always found Ben Zayb to be one of the most fascinating and infuriating characters in Rizal’s 'El Filibusterismo'. On the surface, he's a journalist, a columnist for the fictional newspaper 'El Grito de la Integridad'. But his writing isn't about truth or integrity; it's about pleasing the colonial authorities and maintaining his own comfortable position. He’s a perfect symbol of the ilustrado who has sold out, using his pen not to enlighten but to obscure.
His work life revolves around social climbing. He frequents tertulias, sucks up to priests and officials, and crafts flattering pieces about the powerful. Rizal paints him as a shallow thinker, more concerned with wit and style than substance. He’s the kind of writer who reduces complex social issues into clever turns of phrase, completely missing—or willfully ignoring—the injustice happening all around him. His life is one of performative intellectualism, a hollow pursuit of status through the written word.
What’s really tragic is that he has the platform and the talent to do genuine good, but he deliberately chooses not to. His character is a stark critique of a complacent press, and reading about him today still feels uncomfortably relevant. The details of his articles—like his ridiculous coverage of the fictional ‘Pharaoh’s inkstand’—show how the media can be manipulated to distract the public from real problems.