*Dr. Rodolfo John Ortiz Teope, PhD, EdD, DM
There are certain memories in life that remain strangely vivid, not because they were dramatic but because they quietly planted something permanent in our souls. I still remember being a young boy in Grade 4, not yet fully aware of how cruel, complicated, and politically theatrical the world could become. Life then was simpler. Problems were about unfinished homework, school projects, and childish fears that disappeared after a good night’s sleep. In the quiet corner of our home stood the study table of my Ate Minda, and resting there was a simple ceramic figurine. Nothing extravagant. Nothing historic. Just an ordinary decorative object carrying an extraordinary line that I did not fully understand at the time: “The best way out of a difficulty is through it.” As children, we do not interrogate wisdom. We simply absorb it. We do not yet know that one day life will hand us storms that no umbrella can protect us from. We do not know that someday we will witness betrayals, institutional games, disappointments, and moments when truth itself seems negotiable. But somehow that line stayed with me. It became one of those silent doctrines that life slowly explains through experience. Because as the years pass, you begin to understand that some pains do not leave because you pretend they are not there. Some wounds do not heal because you cover them. Some accusations do not disappear because you evade them. Some storms grow stronger precisely because you refused to walk through them when you had the chance.
And perhaps that is why this old childhood memory returns to me with painful force as I watch what is happening in our country today. As I observe the political turbulence surrounding Vice President Sara Duterte, I cannot help but return to that simple lesson from my childhood. Her camp continues to insist that there was no wrongdoing. They say there was no impeachable offense. They say there was no malversation. They say there was no misuse of confidential funds. They say there was no unauthorized use of public money deserving constitutional accountability. And if that is truly the case, if all of this is nothing more than political noise, then I ask not as an enemy, not as a partisan, but as an ordinary Filipino who still believes institutions should mean something, what is there to fear? Because if your conscience is truly clear, scrutiny should not terrify you.
I understand that life teaches us there are accusations not worth dignifying. I have lived long enough to know that not every insult deserves a response. Some attacks are malicious. Some are cheap. Some are engineered merely to provoke emotional reactions. Sometimes silence is strength. Sometimes ignoring nonsense is wisdom. But this is different. This is not gossip exchanged over coffee between neighbors. This is not the toxicity of social media. This is not a rumor whispered in dark corners. This involves the Vice President of the Republic of the Philippines, a public official elected by millions, entrusted with the people’s money, carrying constitutional responsibility before the nation. And public office changes everything. Because when you hold public trust, scrutiny is not persecution. Accountability is not oppression. Constitutional processes are not personal insults.
And this is why my heart grows heavy when I see what many now perceive to be happening. Because let us be honest with ourselves. Even before the recent political developments in the Senate, Vice President Sara Duterte was not exactly standing defenseless in a hostile arena. Anyone with even a modest understanding of political arithmetic knows impeachment is not merely about evidence. It is about numbers. It is about alliances. It is about loyalties. It is about political calculations dressed in constitutional language. And if we are brutally honest, even under the previous Senate leadership, the Vice President already appeared politically secure. Even if Senate President Tito Sotto remained. Even if the impeachment trial unfolded naturally. Even if every allegation were heard. Even if witnesses testified. Even if prosecutors passionately laid out every accusation. The political numbers suggested she would likely survive.
That is why the question now haunting many ordinary Filipinos is painfully simple. If acquittal were already within reach, why move the furniture? Hindi naman tanga ang taong-bayan. O sadyang, may script sila na nais sundan na mangyari. Like a catapult scenario? The Filipino people may not all be constitutional scholars, but they understand timing. They understand optics. They understand political odors. They saw the House impeachment developments. They saw the leadership changes in the Senate. They saw the shifting alignments. And fair or unfair, they connected the dots. That is the dangerous part. Because politics is not only about what is technically true. Politics is also about what people sincerely believe happened. And once people begin believing that the process has been adjusted not to discover truth, but to avoid discomfort, institutional trust starts to bleed.
That is what breaks my heart. Because what is being damaged here may not simply be one impeachment process. It may be public faith itself. And when a nation begins losing faith in its institutions, like the Senate, democracy becomes fragile. I have heard the voices of ordinary Filipinos. Not in formal forums. Not in polished television interviews. But in the places where the true pulse of this country beats. In barber shops. In karinderyas. In palengkes. In jeepney terminals. In tired family conversations where people discuss politics between counting bills and stretching tomorrow’s budget. And the painful refrain is almost always the same: “Wala namang mangyayari diyan.” That sentence hurts. Because when ordinary citizens begin to believe that accountability is merely theater, democracy begins to decay from within.
And perhaps what makes this even sadder is that this entire situation may have unfolded differently. Imagine if the process simply proceeded. Imagine if the Vice President faced the accusations directly. Imagine if her allies defended her openly and fearlessly. Imagine if every allegation was tested in the full light of public scrutiny. Imagine if acquittal came not through perceived maneuvering, but through visible confrontation with evidence. She may still have survived politically. In fact, she probably would have. But the difference would have been legitimacy. The people would have seen the process. The nation would have heard both sides. Even critics would have had fewer reasons to doubt. Instead, what many now perceive is avoidance. Not going through the storm. Going around it.
And that is why that childhood quote keeps echoing in me. The best way out of a difficulty is through it. Not around it. Not beneath it. Not behind political rearrangements. Not through strategic detours. Through it. Because if you are innocent, scrutiny becomes your witness. If you are truthful, the process becomes your vindication. If accusations are politically motivated, let lawful proceedings expose that reality. But when leaders appear to avoid confrontation, suspicion naturally grows, whether fair or unfair. And suspicion is a dangerous fuel.
What makes this more emotionally exhausting is that our people are already carrying too much. Inflation continues to punish households. Parents silently pretend things are manageable while mentally calculating how to stretch every peso. Workers wake before dawn carrying economic anxieties that politicians will never fully understand. Families are tired. The nation is tired. And in the middle of that exhaustion, people watch another political spectacle that seems less about truth and more about positioning for 2028. Because let us not deceive ourselves. Politics is always planting seeds for tomorrow. Some align because they believe Sara will remain powerful. Some draw near hoping for protection. Some calculate future appointments. Some seek access. Some businessmen quietly hedge their interests. That is political reality. But institutions must rise above naked political ambition. Otherwise, they become hollow.
And perhaps that is my deepest sadness here. Because I do not write this as someone declaring guilt. I write this as someone grieving what appears to be the erosion of trust. Because even if the Vice President is acquitted, the people may still convict the process itself. And that is a tragedy. As I think again of that small ceramic figurine on Ate Minda’s study table, I realize its lesson was never merely personal. It was national. A person cannot heal by running away from wounds. A family cannot heal by refusing difficult conversations. And a nation cannot heal by appearing to evade truth. The best way out of a difficulty is through it. Always through it.
#DJOT
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