A Cry For Justice

Two months ago I considered myself as one of those blessed and happiest people on earth. Why not? I married a guy who was an epitome of kindness. A guy who worshiped even the footsteps I made. More importantly, our union blessed us with a daughter who not only became the main source of our happiness….more so; she was the center of our lives.

We’re simple folks who led a simple life. We felt the happiest even about mundane things and inconsequential ones that most people would only take for granted. Our joy mostly revolved on simple pleasures like a sudden trip to Jollibee or a late night marauding of the fridge for any leftovers. A perfect family with simple delights, dreams and aspirations………until that fateful night on December 5, 2008.The day my husband and daughter were taken away from me in a very violent way. That Friday night on December 5, 2008 marked the beginning of all the terror, anguish and misery in my life.

In keeping with my ritual or “panata” on every first Friday of every month, I went to Quiapo Church on the above mentioned date to pay homage and respect to the Almighty One. My husband and daughter were supposed to pick me up in Pasay City after which we planned on giving our daughter a treat to Jollibee. While riding the jeep, I tried to call my husband to tell him that I was on my way to our meeting place. But despite all the calls I made, my husband remained silent. A very unusual occurrence inasmuch as he seldom missed my calls. Despite my trepidation and wonder, I took the next jeep going home and prayed that everything was alright. I even promised to myself that I would forgive my husband for not answering my calls and for forgetting to pick me up.

I felt relieved when near our place my phone rung. Such relief was somehow only momentary….in fact the phone call I got was the bearer of the worst news in my entire life.  My helper called, only to tell me that my husband and daughter were shot to death by “men in uniform”. The same men who were sworned to protect innocent people from bad guys brutally slew the two most important persons in my life. They were the same men whose sacred duty was to preserve the lives of the public against all harm and danger. Yet …….they were the same men who murdered my love ones in the most cruel, savage and inhuman way.

My husband’s face was unrecognizable because he was shot in the head at close range while he was kneeling with his head bowed down. My daughter’s young body was riddled with bullets, one hit her head, blowing her brains out.., all from too powerful guns and ammunitions fired by the “men in uniform” on two innocent and defenseless persons.

The “men in uniform” were allegedly on a mission to take some gang of robbers victimizing people at large. The police shot the crosswind van my husband and daughter were riding  Based on some witnesses’ narration, the police sprayed bullets into the van despite the lack of provocation or shots coming from the  van. In his last effort to save their lives, my husband grabbed my bloodied daughter and shielded her with his body while trying to run away from the police and tried to get cover from a parked jeepney  My husband and daughter were so defenseless. How can you mistake a child for a robber? How can you shot at someone who was already kneeling with head bowed, an indication of helplessness.

My husband and daughter are gone …….forever. The pain I feel for their lost is too much too bear. And the only thing that motivates me to go on with life is the mission to seek justice for their senseless killing. If the people who are responsible for their death will be punished, if I could bring them the justice they so richly deserve, my pain would be alleviated. The misery I will live by will be lessened. My husband and daughter will be vindicated and I will learn to live the remaining years of my life in peace.

Thus: I’m asking and begging everyone who will come across this letter/e-mail to forward the same to all your relatives, friends, and acquaintances.  Help me bring my cause to the eyes of the people capable of steering the wheel of justice to the right direction. Help me make the loudest cry worthy of attention by those people in-charge in rendering justice to those who deserve it.

Strength comes in numbers; it is where the impossible becomes possible. It is also where the unattainable becomes achievable.

My heartfelt gratitude for everyone who will take a moment in their too busy lives and forward this letter/e-mail to everyone they know. May God always protect you and your love ones from all harm.

Lilian de Vera

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2 Responses to “A Cry For Justice”
  1. Josie Ramirez says:

    Dearest Lilian,

    Hi to you and condolence at the same time for the lost of your two loved ones, your husband and a daughter.

    As I was reading the shocking cause of the death of your husband and daughter, I can not help but get angry and the same time send your this short note of encouragement to keep on moving in spite of the cruel and saddest part of your trials in life the lost of your two loved ones. I am with you together with my family and will continue to include you now in my prayers and intentions that soon or later on you will be given justice for the untimely and cruel death that your two loved ones have met. According to what I have learned from my catechism way back when I was still a child that only God can find solution in every kind of problem that we have. It might be triple painful now since you are alone but later on in Gods own time and plan, everything will turn roses for you. I just hope you dont give up at the moment instead keep on moving on despite all the odds in life. We are here to be one with you in your fight for justice not only here on earth but alsoin the next life. Kasi they have the saying too, that kung hindi mabayaran dito sa lupa ang ginawang kasamaan, ang Diyos ay hindi natutulog at Siya ang mabibigay ng karampatang parusan whatsover to those concerned who have done such brutal killing and injustice on the part of your husband and daughter.

    In the meantime, I wish you continuous peace of mind and forgiveness to those who have done you wrong because when you do this the more God will be please and so find yourself forgiving and merciful to those who are doing wrong.

    So long for now and many more news to share next email. Take care now and May God Almighty continue to bless, guide and protect you in His loving care through the intercession of His Blessed Mother Mary and His foster father St. Joseph. Happy Feast of St. Joseph tomorrow.

    Love and prayers,

    Ate Josie

  2. Lucia Obera says:

    Dear Lilian,
    When i read your story through an e-mail sent from a friend of mine, i felt right away your loss, anger and sadness. 21 years ago my father and a good friend of my father was shot to death in Cebu they even tried to kill my mother but she escaped, she is the only person we have in our lives. Before this traject incident happened to us we were also a very happy family my mother and father had there ups and downs in ther marriage but were very happy with each other. When my father died everything changed, happiness is not the same anymore for my mother for me nor for my two other sisters, it has been 21 years but the wounds are still there the pain of losing our dear father has never healed and most painful of all people just forgot what happened to him justice was never served, so i hope and my prayers are with you that you will get justice for your loss.

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