Hands tied, eyes blindfolded, feet bound
Passersby talk about where they had gone
Listening is the only way they can travel from now on
This is a poem by Dr. Vincenz Serrano entitled Bilibid Viejo, a rather descriptive allusion to the Bilibid Prison that was actually my chosen venue for the BINHI program.The first line of the poem is a rather radical description of the state of persons deprived of liberty (PDLs). As we stepped on the barren ground to which the van was parked, we then walked until we reached the prison itself, not being greeted by the insults of thugs or ruffians but warm greetings of people who see us new friends. While we were entering the prison, their eyes were not blinded but shining, hands not tied by waving, feet not bound but dancing with excitement. All were welcoming, all were eager to interact and entertain us, though this seems to be a Janus-faced experience. The positive emotions are coupled that with the descriptions depicted in the poem, as they were describing the state in which they are in, one can truly see that their hands are tied, eyes blindfolded, and feet bounded, not by the prison, but by the society. And the most painful and harsh truth would be how listening is the only that they can travel, listening through their perspective but also the action of listening to their stories on how we can reveal the experiences and characteristics of the people in the prison. The pain and sadness continued with how they describe how they all miss their families, and how this place has been constraining to what they wanted to do, a consequence they are fully aware they deserve. However, this place was not only seen as a place of sorrow and despair by the PDLs but also a place for a second opportunity, most of the PDLs did not have the opportunity to obtain education while they were free, but now with reflecting on what they have done, the drive to be better is instilled within them. For them, this is progress towards a better future which they can have when they are free from their sentence, an achievement that not only they could be proud of, but others as well. The whole experience was complex, some depressing while some are hopeful. Within the context of our lessons, (i.e habitus, social organization, social structure, and agency) shows a difference between these when I compare myself to the PDLs.
Of course, the venue is quite different from what I am used to, this was my first time being in a prison. While the people seemed to be welcoming to us, there are still standard procedures which remind us that we are going inside a prison, the rough inspections as we are going in, and the extra set of eyes watching your every move, albeit for your safety nonetheless still gives off an uneasy feeling. All the while, interacting and talking to a criminal, in my case an individual who committed murder. While we were briefed to what questions are to be asked, and how one should react when they are telling the reason for why they are in prison, it is still not seamless to have a natural reaction of being composed as they narrate their heinous deed. One can not wrap one’s mind on the act so quickly, but we are challenged to do so, and probably this difficulty of prejudice can be rooted to how the society structures structured the image of a PDL in our minds. It creates a hard time for an individual to become truly open to the experience, and this prejudice can still be seen even if they are free from their sentence. This is now the challenge and responsibility for us who have interacted with them, to show the masses that are people, just people who made a grave mistake, but nonetheless people. And a second chance is the greatest gift that we could give to them, a chance to redeem themselves from the actions they have done in the past.
Not only should people have this outlook towards the PDLs, but the PDLs themselves are trying to change for the betterment of their future. While they are aware of the possible prejudice that may come when they are free, they still have this hope within them that people will see them for who they are now, not the action that they did in the past. Let this action not define who they are, but let the progress they achieved when reflecting on that certain action be recognized. Regret was a secondary reaction to the life of prison, but the most prominent would be the drive to be better, and while they maybe tied, blindfolded, and bound in the eyes of the society. Their wisdom that a sixth grade dropout can impart to a freshman atenean is enormous, that a simple philosophy and outlook towards life can create a huge impact even with the great discrepancy of education. That we are the ones putting on these chains on ourselves, and on others, but we also the ability to free them through what we think and perceive.
