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Saturday, June 13, 2020

0006 Vietnam in 1884: Year of dead emperors


Tân Sở, Vietnam
Early August, 1884 

As he approaches Phan Đình Phùng’s quarter with a bowl of simple breakfast, the twenty-years-old military officer Cao Thắng finds the wooden hut unusually quiet. He calls out Phan’s name several times with no answer. He enters the house and finds the commander lying unconscious with a scorching fever in his spartan bamboo bed. He immediately rushes out and find medicinal plants which he boils and administers to the commander, and orders two recruits to attend to the commander and cool his fever with damp clothes all day and night.

It is not until the next morning that Phan recovers from his fever. One of the attendants hurries to bring him breakfast. After two big bowls of porridge to regain some strength, he slowly pushes himself out of bed and walks out of the hut to look for Cao who are giving martial drills to the recruits.

Imperial city of Hue

As soon as he sees Phan, Cao rushes to hold his arm for support and sits him on a wooden bench, while the fifty or so recruits pause to look. Cao shouts at them to continue with the sword drills.

Cao: Are you feeling better, Commander?
Phan nods: Yes, thank you for taking care of me. It’s embarrassing. In all of my 37 years, I have never been so sick. 
Cao: It’s the jungle, Commander. It’s to be expected for anyone. But after a few times with the right medicine, your body will become stronger. 
Phan: Where did you find the right medicine in the jungle like this?
Cao: In the jungle, sir. Where else? The forest has all the medicine we ever need.
Phan: How do you know what plants to use?
Cao: I learned it from the indigenous people of the mountains since I was young, sir.

Phan: How many times do I have to tell you not to call me sir?
Cao: How can I not, sir? You are a scholar gentry placing first at the national mandarinate exam, and I would still be a good-for-nothing bandit or, worse, dead, if your brother had not protected me from the royal troop ten years ago.
Phan: That doesn’t matter. We are now equal as comrades fighting for our country. Apart from you, who has the knowledge and skills to train our soldiers? I am just a stupid mandarin who knows nothing practical in my life.
Cao: You know more than all of us put together and a hundred times more. We are just a bunch of ragtag urchins. Do you really think we can fight the French?
Phan: If not people like you who have been fighting them for years, who else? People at the court have just been fooling themselves that they can stop the French, but they will never stop until they own all of Vietnam.
Cao: I am sure there is still hope, sir.

A portrait of Phan Đình Phùng

Phan shakes his head gently and pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket.
Phan: Two days ago I received a pigeon message from Hue. The young Emperor Kiến Phúc died several days ago, and another fifteen-year-old was put on the throne. They call him Emperor Hàm Nghi.
Cao: That’s terrible, sir. That’s how many emperors since Emperor Tự Đức died in the middle of last year?
Phan nods: Well, Tự Đức was the fourth emperor of the Nguyễn Dynasty. This new one is number eight.  The fourth one in just over a year. And I have a premonition that he will not last long. The whole court will soon fall under French control… 
Cao lowers his voice: In that case, you were absolutely right to propose a plan to build this secret base to Regent Tôn Thất Thuyết.
Phan nods: I was hoping to be proven wrong, but we must prepare for the worse. It was during my inspection trip to the North to address the complaints against corrupt or incompetent officials that I discovered this area and wrote the book of Vietnam geography. But of course, I left out a lot of strategic details to keep them from the French. There are too many French collaborators at court. 

Cao: What happened to the three emperors before this one, sir?
Phan: Well, you know that Tự Đức couldn’t have children due to smallpox when he was young, so he adopted three nephews as sons. Before he died, he chose the youngest Kiến Phúc because he’s the least likely to be corrupted by the French. Regent Tôn and I secretly agreed that Kiến Phúc would not survive the more powerful royal family members under French influence, so these would have to be eliminated before he can rule effectively. So in contradiction to the late emperor’s will, the Regent arranged to have the oldest adoptee Dục Đức crowned as number five just to have him deposed and imprisoned with trivial accusations three days later. To avoid suspicions from French spies, I made a false pretest against the Regent’s actions for him to have me stripped of my position, thrown briefly into jail, and exiled according to our plan. That’s when I came to find you to help me execute the next steps.
Cao: What happened at the court after you left, sir?
Phan: After the execution, a senior member of the royal family, a half-brother of Emperor Tự Đức, asserted his claim on the throne as number six and the Regent Tôn failed to stop him. But Hiệp Hòa made a fatal mistake when he sent his mandarins to sign the Harmand Treaty after their attack on Thuan An Fort. Accusing him of bringing an elephant home to trample his ancestors' grave, the Regent managed to depose and force him to take poison after four months on the throne.

Cao: I see. That’s how Kiến Phúc finally became emperor as intended. I heard he was often in bad health, but who would have thought that he would die so soon after all the troubles to secure his seventh place?
Phan: I am not sure how it happened. The pigeon message didn’t give any details. But I wouldn’t rule out poison by a French agent.
Cao: Then we must do everything to ensure that our new emperor is safe. May the ancestral emperors protect him too.
Phan: That was on my mind too. May be that’s why in my feverish dream I saw myself back in Hue visiting the tomb of the first emperors.
At this point, the recruits, having finished their drills, gather around the two superiors. Cao tells them to go away, but Phan says they can stay to hear what he has to say. As soon as Cao nods, all the recruits come to sit around them.


Cao: Please describe the imperial tombs to me, sir, if you don’t mind. None of us here have seen Hue and will probably never get to see the imperial city in this life.
Phan: The tomb of Emperor Gia Long, the dynasty founder, lies the furthest downstream from the citadel. After reaching the site on a boat, you walk on a beautiful path through a peaceful pine forest situated between forty-two hills representing a protective wall surrounding the highest hill where the emperor lies. Then you walk up marble steps until you find Minh Thanh Temple containing the emperor and the queen’s funerary tablets and personal items. 
Then you go down a few steps through an ornate gate toward the Courtyard of Salutation with ten stone mandarins and their horses, elephants, and imperial guards. In front, there is a half-moon pond flanked by stone dragons. Then you walk up six levels of marble terraces lined with royal dragons and clouds until you reach the royal burial site on the very top where the emperor’s and the queen’s magnificent graves are laid side by side in the enclosure sealed with a bronze gate. 
Cao: Wow. It must be a very special place. 

Phan nods: The site was chosen by Fengshui experts befitting the emperor who united Vietnam, north and south. Nearby there’s a large stone stele with the inscription of his biography, recalling his life’s hardships including the early years when he spent in exile at Siamese court feeling like ‘a black leopard in a cage’ and ‘a dragon at the bottom of a deep well.’
Cao: Why was he in Siam, sir?
Phan: He was the last of the Nguyễn lords to survive Tây Sơn rebellion, so he sought help from Siam’s newly established dynasty. But it all went badly, so he tried the French, sending his son to Paris with a missionary named Béhaine promising to give Dà Náng and Côn Dâo island to the French emperor if they helped him win. But after signing the Treaty of Versailles, the French Revolution broke out while the French in India were not interested, so he only received backing from the French missionary and some mercenaries until he finally managed to unite the country.
Cao: Making deal with the French. Isn’t that like bringing in a snake to bite one's own chickens, sir? 
Phan: Looking back now, you’re probably right. It was a bad idea. But at that time, all fighting sides even the old Trinh lords and the Tây Sơn also enlisted foreign help because they had modern weapons.
Cao: But those foreigners will never do nothing for free.
Phan: France did send ships some years later to claim what was promised, even though they didn’t fulfil their end of the deal, so the emperor refused. But French missionaries were allowed to stay. 
A recruit blurts out: But they teach us to disrespect our ancestors. That’s completely wrong.
Other recruits nod in agreement. 

Phan: I know their faith is very different from our Confucian belief. And the court felt the same way too. Their teachings about Jesus, the son of God in heaven challenge the rule of the Emperor himself as the Son of Heaven. They also undermine Confucian values which are the moral bedrock of our society. But the missionaries won’t obey any decreed prohibitions or leave the country. Instead, they started to build influence over court mandarins and royal family members and used their native converts for underhanded purposes including inciting rebellions. That’s how the problem finally came to a head under the second emperor Minh Mạng
Cao: Please tell us about Emperor Minh Mạng’s tomb, sir?
Phan: His tomb lies slightly closer to the citadel. Following Fengshui principles, the layout resembles a womb, symbolizing a peaceful resting place awaiting a good rebirth. First you walk through the Great Entrance on either side of the middle dragon way reserved for the emperor, then you continue on the path flanked by Trung Minh Lake full of lotus flowers passing the stele house, the Courtyard of Salutation with two rows of stone mandarins, the temples of civilian and military mandarins on either side, Sung An Temple with the emperor and the queen’s funerary tablets and personal effects, then cross the bridge to pause at the moon-viewing Pavilion of Light with gorgeous scenery. Then you cross another bridge across Tan Nguyet Lake and climb 33 steps to arrive at the enclosure of the emperor’s and his queens’ tombs. 



Cao: How was Minh Mạng as an emperor, sir?
Phan: He used administrative reforms to strengthened unity and stability throughout the country, asserted power into neighboring Lao kingdoms and Cambodia, and extended our territory to the Mekong delta. For all this, he sometimes came into conflicts with Siam, but what he wasn’t prepared for was conflicts with the West. One year before he died, the Opium War broke out in China. The Qing Empire was savagely beaten by the British. Minh Mạng was so alarmed that he decided to kick out the missionaries and shut the door to foreigners.
Cao: He did the right thing.
Phan: I don’t know. For how long do you think we can keep them out? What the country needed was to prepare ourselves for the coming troubles. One good thing he did throughout his reign was to recruit the best men to serve the country based on ability and honesty not family history and connections, although distrusted of Catholics were prohibited from taking the mandarinate exams.
Cao: Catholics have no chance to pass them anyway.
Phan: Some people can be Catholic and still be educated and excel in the classics. Nguyễn Trường Tộ was one of the Catholic patriots who couldn’t serve, although he later became important in another way. 

Cao: And how did the French war start, sir?
Phan: When Minh Mạng died, his son Thiệu Trị became emperor and began to relax the anti-Catholic laws. After Britain won the Opium War, other European countries started to look for similar exploits elsewhere. French warships started to show up often at Da Nang demanding that we opened our ports for trade and give them privileges. In the last year of Thiệu Trị’s reign, a French ship with no good reason fired and sank five of our ships. Thiệu Trị was so angry that he ordered another round of persecution against the Catholics who he believed were behind French aggression.
A recruit asks: What’s Thiệu Trị’s tomb like, sir?
Phan: Because he reigned only for seven years, his tomb was built entirely by his son Emperor Tự Đức.. You enter the ornate gate, passing the Court of Salutation with only six stone mandarins, two horses and two elephants. Then you find a stele house and modest temples set among small gardens, and then cross three short bridges over a lake and walk some steps before arriving at the walled enclosure housing the graves of the emperor and the queen. Compared to Gia Long’s and Minh Mạng’s, it’s a very simple tomb in accordance with his own wish.
Cao: That’s a sensible wish. It’s better to spend money to prepare the country than build a lavish tomb only for himself. 

Phan: Indeed, we should focus our money and time to strengthen ourselves. War would have come sooner if not for another revolution and internal turmoil in France as the wave of revolutions swept across Europe. Meanwhile, the fourth Emperor Tự Đức first had to contend with a rebellion led by his elder brother who was passed over for kingship. It was later discovered that he was backed by foreign missionaries.
Not long after, the French president with support of the Church made himself emperor. Now he could do whatever he pleased, including invading other countries. After the end of the Crimean War, his attention came back to China and Vietnam. Emperor Tự Đức rejected his demand to establish a legation and a trading post, just when the Second Opium War broke out so they joined America and Russia to attack China while Britain was still reeling from the Indian rebellion.
But we were not left alone for long. Now on good terms with Britain after fighting the Crimean War and Second Opium War together, France saw the opportunity to make Vietnam their “India” outside British sphere of influence and interference. Using an execution of a Spanish priest as a pretext, this time they were joined by Spain and their Filipino colonial troops to attack Danang and capture Saigon. But they couldn’t hold on to it, because of the Italian War and more battles in China. 

After the combined Western forces defeated China, they burned down and looted Peking Summer Palaces. The Chinese Emperor fled Peking and died shortly after. Now France returned with full force. In one year, they took Saigon and two eastern provinces of the South. Facing with northern rebellion, the Emperor knew that he could not fight two wars at the same time, so he authorized venerable Phan Thanh Giản to negotiate the humiliating Treaty of Saigon. The rebellion, in fact, was also backed by the foreigners.
Cao: So they attacked us from both ends. How cunning.
Phan nods: But Emperor Tự Đức didn’t give up easily, not least because Saigon is where his mother’s tomb was located. He sent venerable Phan to Paris the following year to negotiate the return of the three provinces in exchange for an enormous sum of payment. But the French occupying the southern provinces were too greedy while the French emperor was occupied with Mexico, so venerable Phan returned empty handed and was appointed governor to defend the remaining three southern provinces.
It was around this time that Nguyễn Trường Tộ started sending petitions to the court urging rapid reforms, but his proposals were met with resistance from many conservatives at court not only because he was Catholics but also briefly worked for the French as a translator translating official court documents during the Southern invasion because he thought it would help both countries to come to peaceful agreement.

A bust of Nguyễn Trường Tộ in his hometown Nghe-An


Cao: What would a Catholic know anyway?
Phan: That’s what I thought too in the beginning. As Nguyễn Trường Tộ could not take the mandarinate exam due to his faith, he was given opportunities to travel with missionaries to Hong Kong, Singapore and other countries, and learned about the changing world from foreign books like the Ying-huan chih-lueh. So he had a better understanding than anyone in Vietnam about the danger facing the country.  
Cao: What’s the Ying-huan chih-liieh, sir?
Phan: They are books written by a Chinse scholar Hsu about the world’s physical geography, the political map of the world, and Western expansion in Asia and its impact upon China and its tributary states.
In Nguyễn’s petition "On the dominant trends in the world" he wrote, “I have frequently studied world affairs and realized that to sue for peace with France is the best thing we can do. In Europe, France is the most formidable military power, second to none… In victory, their entire country would rejoice; they show no regret even if they have to sacrifice thousands of lives in order to preserve their national honor and prestige. Their commanders are daring, highly resourceful, and skillful in tactics in both land and sea battles. He argued that, in order to protect what had not been lost to France, Vietnam had no other choice than to sue for peace and buy time to strengthen itself.”
He also had read Wei Yuan’s Hai-kuo fu-chih, which not only gave information about the West but also suggested strategic measures to deal with the current Western encroachment, such as "using Westerners to fight Westerners", "using Westerners to entice Westerners", and "learning the strength of Westerners to control Westerners"

French Capture of Saigon 1859

Nguyễn Trường Tộ recommended to the court to embrace the methods of the West lest Vietnam should lose its sovereignty, and that it should "control the French by using other Europeans" or "use other countries to defend itself from foreign threat," In the petition "On the Six Advantages," he quoted the current Qing Emperor who said: The best policy to fight against the Westerners is to use Westerners.
He urged that Vietnam should make peace and give temporary concessions to France while developing itself like Japan. Modernization was to him of the foremost importance; for this reason, he called for an expansion of trade and relations with other countries. He cited the example of Siam that opened trade with several European countries to balance one against another, after their rival Burma, once powerful enough to fight off the Mongols and the Qing, lost almost all its territory to Britain.
He also proposed that Vietnam take the initiative and invite French companies to come and invest in Vietnam, participating in the development of its mines and other resources so that the Vietnamese could learn modern technology and thus bridge the gap between their country and the outside world. If Vietnam was not prepared to do so, France would force its way in, anyhow, and seize Vietnam's resources for its own use.

At the same time, he emphasized the need to preserve social and political order by upholding the imperial throne and the officialdom. Japan, Turkey and many European nations were saved from social upheavals because they were able to maintain such institutions.
Most importantly, in "On the education and accumulation of talents" he attacked "empty learning" (hu-hoc) and called for the adoption of "practical learning" (thuc-hoc) in education; recommended the establishment of various departments as fisheries, mining, forestry, geology, and irrigation; promoted equality of gender in education; encouraged the study of foreign languages among Vietnamese. 
The Emperor resisted it in the beginning reasoning that we can never win barbarians with barbaric means, lest we become barbarians ourselves like Japan. But slowly he began to grasp the need for reforms. He assigned Nguyễn to go to France to recruit experts and purchase books and machinery for a technical school to be built in Hue. But it was too late. When Nguyễn was in Paris, the French forces in Cochinchina using an excuse of suppressing anti-French rebels violated the “Treaty of Amity” and captured the three remaining provinces. Unable to defend his territory, venerable Phan resigned and committed suicide. 

Phan Thanh Giản (middle) and delegation to Paris (1863)

Cao: I remember his words. The first time I heard it from your brother, I cried. He said “I was living at peace with you, and relying upon your good faith, but you now march against me with forces so large that would be madness to resist. I we fight it will bring misery to innocent people, and will only end in defeat. I therefore yield to you what you demand, and protest against your violence.”
Some recruits wipe off their tears.
Phan: The timing was unfortunate for Vietnam. Under pressure from the ranking officials of the dominant "war faction" who vehemently opposed both the French and Christianity, the court ordered Nguyễn and his group to return home. On his return, he sent another petition "Eight urgent matters" urging reforms in such areas as defense, administration, taxation, and education, and adoption of the vernacular script  as the official written language instead of literary Chinese. But his voice was drowned out by the conservatives. In the end, his reform proposals came to nothing. Defeated, he went back to his hometown in Nghe-an.
Four years later when France was beaten in the Franco-Prussian War, he wrote another petition urging the court to exploit this opportunity to regain the lost provinces. He was summoned to Hue to discuss details but he died with illness before. That’s truly unfortunate because France had many internal problems during those years, and we could have strengthened ourselves before they came back this time.

Death of Francis Garnier 1873

Cao: But they attacked Hanoi ten years ago. I remember that’s the year your brother saved me, sir.
Phan: Apparently that time was all done by the French in Cochinchina. Once they realize that the Mekhong cannot be easily navigated to the rich mines of Chinese Yunnan, they turned their attention to the Red River instead. Garnier attacked Hanoi but died at the hand of the Liu Yongfu’s Black Flag Army. 
Cao: Did you get to meet Nguyễn Trường Tộ, sir?
Phan: No, I entered the court six years after he died. During the last stage of the mandarinate exam, the Emperor Tự Đức posed questioned on how the West made such rapid military progress, my answer was “Such progress is not exclusive to the West. As Japan demonstrated, Vietnam could do the same as we have the will power”. Later the regent told me, it remined him of Nguyễn Trường Tộ. So I got the opportunity to read all his petitions from the library of the Regent. I deeply regret never have met him.
Cao: We certainly need more intelligent people like him.
Phan: Maybe that time has passed. The court is full of defeatists. Honest mandarins have left, while most of the remaining are either French collaborators or protecting their own interests, not the country. Now we need more and more people like you to fight the French.
Cao: One would have thought that they would stop bothering us after their European war defeat.
Phan: Quite the opposite. Once they put their house in order, they sought to seek prestige through enlarging their empire in Asia and Africa in order to compensate for the humiliation in Europe. 

Combat of Nam Định during France's Tonkin Campaign of 1883 

Cao: Can’t we ask for support from China?
PDP: China is surrounded by wolves so they are not ready to confront the French full-on as that will invite the others to join in like before. That’s why they have forsaken us. They signed an agreement with France in Tientsin a few months ago. That’s why France wanted Emperor Kiến Phúc to give them the imperial seal that Emperor Gia Long received from the past Qing Emperor when founding the dynasty.
A recruit suggests: How about asking help from Siam like Emperor Gia Long? 
Phan: I am not sure. There has been several conflicts between us and Siam over the Lao rebellion and Cambodia that I don’t think they have forgotten. Even without those, they are also trying to survive like us and China, avoiding any pretext for France to invade them too.
Cao: But if Vietnam falls, won’t they be next?
Phan: That may very well be. Right now they are clutching their territories and tributary states as tightly as possible. I am sure France also has its desire on Lan Xang and other Lao kingdoms which stand between Tonkin and Yunnan. 
A recruit then comments: Sir, you haven’t told us about Emperor Tự Đức’s tomb.
Phan: His tomb is different than the rest, because it’s a vast complex with a royal residence where he often escaped to when he was unhappy. I only visited it a few times for discrete meetings. The complex is very elaborate because he took three years to build it himself. 
But what struck me most about it was the stele biography which he wrote, lamenting his own failings and the decision to accept “voluntary humiliation in order to bring peace to his kingdom”.
Cao: He should have fought, not accepting it so easily. We are here fighting. The people have been fighting even without the court support.


Phan: I know there are many posters calling for resistance. I heard about one anonymous poster calling for "putting down the French and retrieving the North" put on the main road of Nam Đàn District.  
Cao: Because yielding to the French is a betrayal to our ancestors. Besides, it’s suicide.
Phan: It’s a slow death, but death for sure. The Cambodian king yielded his kingdom as French protectorate, and where did that get him? Gradually, they are trying to squeeze him out of all power, like a boa snake.
Cao: It’s a complete mistake, sir.
Phan: Nguyễn Trường Tộ’s words are these, “Once a mistake has been made, it is cause for eternal regret; By starting over from the beginning, the foundation for a hundred years may be laid."
Cao: Does he mean his own mistake working for the French, sir?
Phan: I am sure he deeply regretted that period of his life, but I always sensed that he was talking more about the country although I couldn’t pinpoint what he meant. It could be Gia Long’s for inviting the French in, Minh Mạng’s for kicking them out, Thiệu Trị’s for not preparing for war, or Tự Đức’s for not modernizing and strengthening the country. 
Cao: Or all of them?
Phan: On the contrary, now I think it’s none of these. Our mistake, rather, is to think that the court is the country. That is wrong. Vietnam is its people. We need to start over by trusting and giving power back to the people, then the foundation for a hundred years may be laid. 
He slowly kneels down on the ground facing the recruits, kowtows to them, and with the loudest voice he could muster shouts out, 

“The Emperors are dead. Long live the people!”

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Tuesday, May 19, 2020

0003 Filipino nationalists in 1884: Spoliarium

PREVIOUSLY on 1884

Madrid, 25 June 1884.

It’s 9pm and Rizal is running late and hungry. It is not typical of him to be late, but today he was busy throughout the day at the University, starting with the Greek class in which he won the top prize. Low on money –  the collapse of global sugar prices is hurting the income of his family back in Calamba – he decided to skip lunch and wait for a nice dinner and champagne at the Restaurante Inglés. Now he’s fretting that he may have missed out on the food and, worse, the celebration in honor of his friends, Juan Luna and Félix Resurrección Hidalgo, who won gold and silver medals at the prestigious Exposición Nacional de Bellas Artes.

Spoliarium by Juan Luna

Upon entering, he sees a big crowd of about sixty cramming around a long table. He recognizes many Filipino paisanos in Madrid: the host Pedro Paterno and his brothers Maximino and Antonio, Graciano López Jaena, Luna’s elder brother Manuel, and of course, the guests of honor Luna himself and Hidalgo. Sitting near Professor Morayta are some metropolitan Spaniards who he thinks are politicians and journalists. At least one, he had been told, is from the El Imparcial, a liberal newspaper. 

Today is an important event for Filipinos who have almost always been mistaken for Chinese, Japanese or Spanish Americans even here in the metropole. Pedro spent money on this banquet not only to celebrate Hidalgo and Luna but also to make sure that their home province becomes better known to the capital and the world. 

“Rizal!” Some of them greet loudly upon seeing him. 
“I am surprised you show up without a lady friend. Or is that why you are late?” Jaena teases from one corner.
“Sorry amigos. I was kept busy all day at the university.” Rizal smiles. He goes to shake nearby Hidalgo’s hand. “Felicidades. Congratulations my friend. You’ve made all of us proud.”

Hidalgo rises from his chair. “Don’t be stranger. Give me a hug.” They embrace like long lost brothers until Luna booms across the table. “What about my hug?” 

Rizal walks around the table, briefly shaking hands with some along the way, until he reaches Luna who opens his arms widely for the hug.

Felicidades indio! You showed Spain how we indios bravos can beat them at their own game.” Some Spaniards seem to shudder at the use of indios to refer to native peoples, but Rizal and his friends use it as a badge of honor.
For some, the Filipino painter’s triumph may be a surprise, as though coming out of nowhere. But Luna had already won a silver medal four years ago for The Death of Cleopatra.

The Death of Cleopatra by Juan Luna

Rizal gives Luna a tight hug until Luna comments “Is that your stomach growling?” Slightly embarrassed, Rizal says, “See? Even my stomach wants to lionize you.”
Jaena hands him a glass of champagne, “Here, have some champagne.”

Pedro looks around the table to assure himself that no one is missing, then rises from his chair with a glass in his hand. 

“Let’s all drink to Luna’s and Hidalgo’s successes. Today is the beginning of many more to come. It’s not everyday that non-Europeans win the prestigious Madrid Exposition. But this year, not one but two of us did. Luna’s gold medal for Spoliarium and Hidalgo’s silver medal for Christian Virgins Exposed to the Populace are the pride of our homeland.”

There were a few speakers before Rizal. But when it's his turn to give his Brindis speech, his eloquence and confidence makes everyone stop all small conversations to listen... 

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A dramatic portrayal of Rizal giving the speech now famously known as "Brindis" speech.

Addressing the friendly non-Filipinos in the group, Rizal begins, “In rising to speak I have no fear that you will listen to me with superciliousness, for you have come here to add to ours your enthusiasm, the stimulus of youth, and you cannot but be indulgent. Sympathetic currents pervade the air, bonds of fellowship radiate in all directions, generous souls listen, and so I do not fear for my humble personality, nor do I doubt your kindness. Sincere men yourselves, you seek only sincerity, and from that height, where noble sentiments prevail, you give no heed to sordid trifles. You survey the whole field, you weigh the cause and extend your hand to whomsoever like myself, desires to unite with you in a single thought, in a sole aspiration: the glorification of genius, the grandeur of the fatherland!”
  
Now looking at Luna and Hidalgo, he says, “Such is, indeed, the reason for this gathering. In the history of mankind there are names which in themselves signify an achievement-which call up reverence and greatness; names which, like magic formulas, invoke agreeable and pleasant ideas; names which come to form a compact, a token of peace, a bond of love among the nations. To such belong the names of Luna and Hidalgo: their splendor illuminates two extremes of the globe - the Orient and the Occident, Spain and the Philippines. As I utter them, I seem to see two luminous arches that rise from either region to blend there on high, impelled by the sympathy of a common origin, and from that height to unite two peoples with eternal bonds; two peoples whom the seas and space vainly separate; two peoples among whom do not germinate the seeds of disunion blindly sown by men and their despotism. Luna and Hidalgo are the pride of Spain as of the Philippines - though born in the Philippines, they might have been born in Spain, for genius has no country; genius bursts forth everywhere; genius is like light and air, the patrimony of all: cosmopolitan as space, as life and God.”

Now he gravitates to the political, “The Philippines' patriarchal era is passing, the illustrious deeds of its sons are not circumscribed by the home; the oriental chrysalis is quitting its cocoon; the dawn of a broader day is heralded for those regions in brilliant tints and rosy dawn-hues; and that race, lethargic during the night of history while the sun was illuminating other continents, begins to wake, urged by the electric' shock produced by contact with the occidental peoples, and begs for light, life, and the civilization that once might have been its heritage, thus conforming to the eternal laws of constant evolution, of transformation, of recurring phenomena, of progress...”

“In El Spoliarium - on that canvas which is not mute -is heard the tumult of the throng, the cry of slaves, the metallic rattle of the armor on the corpses, the sobs of orphans, the hum of prayers, with as much force and realism as is heard the crash of the thunder amid the roar of the cataracts, or the fearful and frightful rumble of the earthquake. The same nature that conceives such phenomena has also a share in those lines. On the other hand, in Hidalgo's work there are revealed feelings of the purest kind; ideal expression of melancholy, beauty, and weakness-victims of brute force…”

Virgins Exposed to the Populace by Hidalgo

“Yet both of them-although so different-in appearance, at least, are fundamentally one; just as our hearts beat in unison in spite of striking differences. Both, by depicting from their palettes the dazzling rays of the tropical sun, transform them into rays of unfading glory with which they invest the fatherland. Both express the spirit of our social, moral and political life; humanity subjected to hard trials, humanity unredeemed; reason and aspiration in open fight with prejudice, fanaticism and injustice…  If the mother teaches her child her language in order to understand its joys, its needs, and its woes; so Spain, like that mother, also teaches her language to Filipinos, in spite of the opposition of those purblind pygmies who, sure of the present, are unable to extend their vision into the future, who do not weigh the consequences.”

Rizal again looks around on the Spanish guests, “Happily, brothers are more-generosity and nobility are innate under the sky of Spain-of this you are all patent proof. You have unanimously responded, you have cooperated, and you would have done more, had more been asked. Seated at our festal board and honoring the illustrious sons of the Philippines, you also honor Spain, because, as you are well aware, Spain's boundaries are not the Atlantic or the Bay of Biscay or the Mediterranean-a shame would it be for water to place a barrier to her greatness, her thought. Luna and Hidalgo belong to you as much as to us. You love them, you see in them noble hopes, valuable examples.”

Here comes the important part, his voice trembles slightly. “But the Philippines' gratitude toward her illustrious sons was yet unsatisfied; and desiring to give free rein to the thoughts that seethe her mind, to the feelings that overflow her heart, and to the words that escape from her lips, we have all come together here at this banquet to mingle our vows, to give shape to that mutual understanding between two races which love and care for each other, united morally, socially and politically for the space of four centuries, so that they may form in the future a single nation in spirit, in duties, in aims, in rights.”

Raising his glass, he toasts, “I drink, then, to our artists Luna and Hidalgo, genuine and pure glories of two peoples. I drink to the persons who have given them aid on the painful road of art! I drink that the Filipno youth-sacred hope of my fatherland may imitate such valuable examples; and that the mother Spain, solicitous and heedful of the welfare of her provinces, may quickly put into practice the reforms she has so long planned. The furrow is laid out and the land is not sterile! And finally, I drink to the happiness of those parents who, deprived of their sons' affection, from those distant regions follow them with moist gaze and throbbing hearts across the seas and distance; sacrificing on the altar of the common good, the sweet consolations that are so scarce in the decline of life — precious and solitary flowers that spring up on the borders of the tomb.” He raises his glass to a loud applause, takes a giant sip and sits down.

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Jose Rizal in Spain

After all the speeches, Rizal approaches Professor Morayta. “Excuse me, Professor. Could I have a minute of your time?” 

After walking away from the crowd, Rizal says, “I would like to join the Freemasons. May I humbly request your recommendation, por favor?”
Professor Morayta smiles. “Of course. But are you sure? I know you are a good Catholic and the Pope just published a condemnation of Freemasonry last month for promoting naturalism, popular sovereignty, and the separation of church and state. He especially condemned the promotion of public education that denies the Church's role and where ‘the education of youth is exclusively in the hands of laymen.’”
“Yes. That’s exactly the kind of education I wish all Filipinos had an option to have. I know my mother would not approve, and my brother warned me against upsetting the Dominican Order who we rent our land from. That’s why they don’t need to know about it.” 

Long conflicted about this, Rizal finally made this decision, remembering how in 1872 his family received no help from the Order when his mother was imprisoned for a false accusation and his brother had to flee persecution for association with the Cavite Mutiny

While lost in thought, Morayta pats him on the shoulder, “Of course, I will recommend you. Also I would like to congratulate you for your speech. I was told that El Imparcial will definitely write about our two Filipino friends’ achievement as well as your speech highlighting the situations in your homeland. It will surely echo the situations in the Philippines around the world. Come, I want you to know some people.”

He leads Rizal across the room to the Spanish guests, “Don Segismundo Moret and Don Rafael Maria de Labra, I would like to introduce to you Jose Rizal, one of our brightest senior students studying medicine at our university.”
Morayta adds, “Rizal, as you already know, Don Moret is now Minister of the Interior but when Minister of Overseas Territories under by General Prim he pushed for the abolition of slavery and the creation of a constitution for Puerto Rico. And Don Labra was among the first to propose Cuban autonomy in his magazine. He also works with Catalan activists.” 
Rizal shakes their hands, “It’s a great honor to meet you, Don Moret and Don Labra.”

Labra then says “Thank you for your enlightening speech. It’s unfortunate that we never got to hear something like this before. I believe I am not the only one in Madrid unaware of the demands of the Philippines province.”
Rizal shakes his head, “Of course not, Sir. You surely would not have heard of it. Because the colonia filipina here does not dare talk about the Philippine condition in public for fear of being labeled filibusteros. And you will certainly not hear about it from the governors or administrators who were sent there.”
Moret says, “I cannot agree more with your speech, young man. Spain must learn how to treat our own peoples across the globe better. Otherwise, she will lose what little remains of her overseas domains. It shouldn’t be difficult. Now we only have only the Antilles and Pacific islands left. Cuba and Puerto Rico would already have gained their independence too if not for white slave-owners fearing a Haiti-like slave-led revolution.”

Haitian Revolution (1791-1804) when self-freed slave overthrew French rule.

Labra nods and says, “It’s not like when we were given dominion over literally half of the globe by the Pope. From Mexico to Patagonia, American territories seceded after the end of the Peninsular War. And then we have Carlist Wars of succession and all kind of chaos and instability. Now we are just a second-rate power waiting to be swallowed up by the Great Powers. Our decline has made Britain the world’s superpower controlling global trade. Our royal succession mess caused the  war between France and Prussia and created the German Empire – the very war that also caused the Papal State to lose Rome to Italian unification. What with the Cuba's Ten Year's War and Puerto Rico's Grito de Lares ? The Catalans are also for independence. Who knows what spoil will come out of the Scramble of the Spanish Empire? The US is eyeing Cuba, and Bismarck is already making attempts on our Pacific islands.”

After patiently listening, Rizal politely replies, “But Spain still has us. I doubt if any Powers are interested in the Philippines, except the brief British Occupation during the Seven Years' War, because we have no gold, silver or much spices. But what we do have is the hardworking Filipino people who, given a chance, will provide Spain with all the drive it needs in order to return to the rank of a world-class nation again. Spain must not waste her human potentials, but use all of the brains of all her peoples and treat them equally regardless of whether they are whites, creoles, mestizos, or, like myself, brown indios. Right now, we are second-class citizens even in our own land, despite sharing the same language and customs, while the Spanish-born peninsulares continue to enjoy privileges that native filipinos like us cannot even dream of. I believe that Luna, Hidalgo and many others have clearly shown that we can be as good as peninsulares. So why aren’t we given equal political rights? Unlike the Cubans, we haven’t had representation in the Cortes for decades. That’s why we cannot can raise our voices, where it matters, on the plight of our peoples under the oppression of the friars. How can they call themselves men of God and treat people like beasts?”

Moret nods, “That’s true. Since we lost Mexico along with Zacatecas and Potosí silver to buy Chinese goods, the Acapulco-Manila galleon stopped after 250 years of enriching the empire. The Philippine Province has since been pretty much left a backwater province under the virtual control of the Orders, largely neglected by the remote motherland until Suez Canal.”

Route of the Acapulco-Manila Galleons

Rizal adds, “Yes, sir. All that time, the Orders strengthened their grips on both bodies and minds of the whole society to keep us in an endless cycle of poverty and ignorance. Even the governors who come and go have to rely heavily on them for their control. That’s why several of us found ourselves in Madrid because of the oppression under these friars which has intensified after the Cavite Mutiny of 1872. That cataclysmic event led to the executions of the three secular friars and exiles of many others including Don Paterno's father. Even my own elder brother Paciano also had to leave university and hide.”

Labra says, “I can only imagine what it’s like. But I shuddered when I heard Mr. Jaena said in his excellent speech that, if there is something grand, something sublime, in the Spoliarium, it is because behind the canvas, behind the painted figures there floats the living image of the Filipino people sighing its misfortune. Because the Philippines is nothing more than a real spoliarium with all its horrors.”

Rizal nods emphatically, “Absolutely, Luna's Spoliarium with its bloody carcasses of slave gladiators being dragged away from the arena where they had entertained their Roman oppressors with their lives, stripped to satisfy the lewd contempt of their Roman persecutors with their honor, embodied the essence of our social, moral and political life: humanity in severe ordeal, humanity unredeemed, reason and idealism in open struggle with prejudice, fanaticism and injustice. And Hidalgo’s Christian Virgins speaks of the abuse of our Filipino mothers and sisters. After almost 400 years of Spanish rule, the strong Filipino woman has been subjugated to an absolute patriarchy, completely helpless under the all-male friars’ domination.” 

The executions of GomBurZa after Cavite Mutiny of 1872

At this point, Rizal’s voice trembles again. Hidalgo’s painting reminds him too much of how his mother, whose failing sight compelled him decide to study medicine, was roughly arrested, forced to walk on feet for fifty kilometers to the prison in Santa Cruz, and imprisoned there for over a year.
He sighs, “But how many viewers will see through the Neoclassic façade and see the real inspirations behind them — those like Padres Gomez, Burgos and Zamora who were brutally executed? And how many more will suffer the same fate?”

Morayta adds, “Most urgently, I heard about the ambush against the French in Tonkin which apparently just happened yesterday. I fear the possibility of Spain being pulled into the conflict and Filipino soldiers sent to fight like the slave gladiators in Tonkin to do France’s bidding.”
Labra says, “I certainly hope that will not come to pass. It was horrible that Spain joined France to invade Cochinchina and sent Filipino troops to fight their neighbors at that time not too long ago…”
Moret then extends his hand to Rizal, “I doubt that will happen, and I will do whatever I can to prevent it. Now if you will excuse me, I think I need to leave soon.”
Labra says he too has to leave, so Morayta will walk them out. Rizal shakes their hands, feeling glad to make their acquaintances.

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Juan Luna at his Paris studio

After they left, Rizal grabs more champagne and walks over to Luna. 
“I’m surprised they haven’t taken back your gold medal, amigo! Maybe seeing your Spanish name, they forgot to check that you are not European!” Rizal jokes.
Luna laughs, “I am pretty sure that’s how it went down. But soon after they realized their mistake, they did the next worst thing by denying me the Grand Prize which the top winner deserves, despite having bested two established Spanish-born artists, most probably because they didn’t like the palette of my skin.”  

“I am sure it will be rectified. We could talk to some journalists. You have given them no way to deny that we are equal to them. I am sick of seeing mediocrity elevated to height only by the virtue of its whiteness, and excellence debased due to its color.”
“That makes two of us. Having said that, even if we are still regarded as second class here, it’s still much better than back home where those in power are far more likely to punish than applaud native talents, self-respect and independent spirits. When timing is right, I will try to get my younger brother Antonio to join us here where people battle with ideas not swords. Right now he’s doing a lot of swordsmanship, fencing, and military tactics. I hope he will not enlist and die for Spain. If he needs to fight, it should be for our own native land. He’s way smarter than me, having studied chemistry and all sorts of science. A mind like his should not be wasted.”

Rizal nods emphatically, “You are like my brother Paciano. He sacrificed everything to help get me here.”
“Of course, that’s what brothers do. I’m sure he knows you are here not just to study medicine to heal people but to do greater things and heal the land. I hope more people like you will follow.  People like Del Pilar... I am worried about his safety. He’s already marked because of his brother’s mutiny involvement.”
“I heard that he’s been busy with anti-friar movement which is quite dangerous. I don’t know if that’s wise at this stage. Things can change quickly, and nobody can guarantee his safety there.”

The Blood Compact by Juan Luna


Luna then remembers something. “Talking about politics at home, I have an idea for another painting. I want to paint the scene of the Blood Compact between Datu Sikatuns and Legazpi. Will you help me with research on historical details?” 
Rizal chuckles, “I will even pose for you. But why do you like to paint Romanticism so much? Why not something like those Impressionists?” 
“I guess I could. But indios like us don't have the luxury of doing art for art's sake. I probably would enjoy painting in more modern styles like Goya’s Tres de Mayo or Diasters of War, but the Europeans sure love Romanticism too much. Maybe it gratifies them with a feeling of imperial superiority like the Romans. And it offers relevant themes I can paint our situations with. ”

Luna then leans closer, “I will let you in on a secret. I didn’t even know what a spoliarium was, until one day I visited the Colosseum and a guide told me that it’s where the bodies of dead and dying gladiators were laid. After the tour, I went back there by myself and, right there, at that bleakest spot, I had a vision of a people shackled and oppressed. It wasn’t any slave gladiators but our own people under Spanish rule. That’s when I knew I had to paint it… So, yes, while Goya can be outspoken with his Disasters of War, an Indio like me have to paint Spoliarium and Death of Cleopatra in the style that they cherish.”
“I see. The Egyptian queen is a splendid early heroine of anti-colonial resistance. A subtle slap in the empire’s face.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t want me to stab them with a bamboo spear like Lapulapu did to Magellan, right?”
Rizal laughs, “Of course not. This is not exactly the Battle of Mactan.”

The Battle of Mactan 1521 when Magenllan was killed by local hero Lapu-Lapu

At this point, someone speaks out in a drunken voice, “There are other ways we can best them. Sure, we cannot kill them in battles and we don’t all have Luna’s genius to win a contest. But we can take their women, as they have taken ours before. That’s the best proof that we are equal if not better than them.”  
Rizal loudly objects, “I sure hope we can prove in other ways that we are better especially in the way we treat as equals those who look different from us.”  

For some time now, Rizal has become agitated with his friends’ preference of sexual conquests over intellectual ones. A few months ago, they were talking about reviving the Circulo Hispano-Filipino and co-writing a book together, but most of them only wanted to write about women.
He laments, “Is there nothing to remind them that the Filipino does not come to Europe to enjoy himself, but to work for his liberty and for the dignity of the race? The years of their youth should be used for something more noble and grand because the people back home have placed their hopes on them. They are among the tiny minority of elites lucky enough to get Western-style education and speaks Spanish – the language of the rulers. What a waste!”

He then wonders, while some of his friends are wasting their time far from home, how many more Lunas and Hidalgos are slaving dying away in the rice fields and sugar plantations in the Philippines without ever the chance to hold a plume or a brush? How many in the world for that matter?
Somehow the sad image of a wretched young Egyptian man running alongside Rizal’s ship at Suez Canal picking up the bread that passengers on board threw to him returns to the Filipino’s mind. It was early June 1882 when he passed through the canal which since its opening in 1869 had brought more Filipinos to Spain — some to escape post-1872 persecution. 

It was the very thought of the Cavite Mutiny that led Rizal to exchange political comments with the Egyptian quarantine physician who came on board. He was told that Egypt was in the midst of a revolutionary change. The popular Minister of War Urabi had overthrown the former ruler Khedive Tawfiq in a coup, and the whole country seemed to be behind the general. After arriving in Spain, Rizal imagined that the situations for Egyptian people like the bread-begging young man he saw would soon improve once the tyrannical government was removed, but a few months later he heard that Britain had sent troops to crush Urabi’s army and exiled him to Ceylon and he remembered that it was also in Egypt when he heard for the first time the mother-song of revolutions, La Marseillaise.

Rizal makes up his mind. He will use his own literary talents, like when he bedazzled Manila in a competition with his Consejo de los Dioses  against those born and bred in Spain — to write his own Spoliarium, on behalf of those who don’t have such opportunities like him and for the sake of the Filipino people. He had been toying with an idea of a book since January. Now it became clear to him that he will write a novel that will expose the ills of Philippine society. Partly inspired by Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin, it will be called Noli Me Tangere.

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