Capturing Mindanao: How the Press Stories Mindanao from a Photojournalist Viewpoint (Half 3 of 5)

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[This piece was first published in the book, “Transfiguring Mindanao: A Mindanao Reader” edited by Jose Jowel Canuday and Joselito Sescon (Ateneo de Manila University Press, 2022). The article opens Part V on “Mediating Truths, Contested Communities, Making Peace” of the book, which was launched on June 22 this year in Davao City. The Ateneo University Press granted MindaNews permission to share the article. Bobby Timonera is one of the editors of MindaNews.]

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Masking Struggle
 
I used to be 380 kilometers away from residence when the MILF, led by Commander Bravo, attacked the municipality of Kauswagan, simply 20 kilometers west of my hometown, on March 16, 2000. I left Surigao Metropolis early the following day and rushed residence, arriving within the night.

An armored personnel service watches over the municipal corridor of Kauswagan in Lanao del Norte after the army flushed out MILF rebels who occupied the poblacion space, together with the city corridor, at first of the “all-out struggle” in March 2000. Photograph: BOBBY TIMONERA

I proceeded to Kauswagan, Lanao del Norte’s ordinary hotspot, the following morning. By that point, the MILF rebels had already been flushed out from the municipal corridor and the población space by Military and Marine troopers.
 
The “all-out struggle” declared by President Joseph Estrada, which unfold to Lanao del Sur and all of the method to Maguindanao, raged on for months, till authorities troopers overran the MILF’s essential camp, Camp Abubakar, in July.
 
It was my first expertise of struggle so near residence, the place I witnessed a number of troopers passing by means of my hometown, I might really feel the bottom shake each time Air Pressure planes would drop bombs in insurgent strongholds, and I noticed lots of troopers gathered exterior hospitals the place they introduced the wounded for therapy. It was additionally my first expertise in protecting a struggle, driving contained in the Military’s armored carriers, opening my mouth extensive as I took photos of troopers firing 105mm Howitzer cannons. I used to be advised by the troopers that this is able to defend my eardrums from bursting from the strain of the shock waves. I noticed homes completely obliterated by big bombs that left big crater-like holes on the bottom.
 
However trying again, within the early Nineteen Seventies, I bear in mind my trainer in first grade, Mrs. Salvador, ordering us to duck beneath our desks as a result of of reported insurgent sightings close by. When she thought the coast was clear, she advised us to run residence as quick as we might. Every so often there could be blackouts within the city, and the phrase was that scores of useless troopers have been being transported aboard six- by-six vehicles to the funeral parlor.
 
I by no means imagined that 30 years later, my very own kids would need to endure the identical nightmarish expertise as they have been ordered to get out of their lecture rooms and rush residence.
 
It wasn’t the final of the taking pictures struggle close to Iligan. It occurred once more in 2003 in close by Maigo, and once more in 2008 when MILF rebels once more attacked Kauswagan and Kolambugan at daybreak. I didn’t cowl the 2003 struggle. However I used to be within the thick of issues in 2008, taking cowl together with policemen who have been anticipating sniper hearth, racing with hearses to seek out fatalities. I’m simply grateful {that a} peace settlement between the federal government and the MILF was lastly signed, and hopefully there can be no extra skirmishes between the 2 events within the years to return.
 
However a fair greater struggle erupted in Marawi, 36 kms away from residence, virtually a decade later. The army now confronted a totally different, extra menacing enemy. Though I didn’t cowl the siege of Marawi, I felt its results as I noticed fighter planes and helicopters crisscrossing the skies, scores of troopers being introduced both to the hospital or the funeral parlors of Iligan, and hundreds of Meranaw searching for refuge in my hometown.
 
It’s in these struggle coverages when photojournalists from Manila and elsewhere would come, bringing their high-tech gear that we might solely dream about.

An aged joins the queue to see a physician on the free clinic arrange for evacuees throughout the struggle in 2008. Photograph: BOBBY TIMONERA

Within the struggle in Kauswagan in 2000, we promdi photojournalists drooled over the laptops and movie scanners of our colleagues from Manila. The one picture scanners we had have been the low-cost flatbed variations. Looking the web, our jaws dropped, because the well-known fashions price a thousand {dollars} at the moment. I so beloved the know-how that a number of months later, I purchased the most cost effective I might discover, a Chinese language model, in fact, which gave me scans with colours that have been approach off.
 
However greater than that, what actually was thoughts boggling have been the early iterations of the digital SLR. Your photos, captured not by movie however immediately on digital picture sensors, then saved into laptop playing cards. They regarded and carried out identical to the movie SLRs photojournalists have been utilizing. However since they price round USD10,000 at the moment, I couldn’t even dream of getting one. It took three years for DSLRs to be reasonably priced to the lots, and I acquired my first unit.
 
Camiguin Flash Flood Protection Fiasco
 
Catastrophe struck Camiguin Island on November 7, 2001 when 80 individuals died in a flash flood. We Mindanawon journalists would cowl it like all poor journalist would—go to Balingoan in Misamis Oriental by bus, pay perhaps 60 pesos for the ferry journey to Benoni in Camiguin, arrive there nicely rested and dry to begin the lengthy hours of protection for the remainder of the day.
 
However then well-known reporters from Manila’s large information businesses and networks referred to as and requested if we might help them. Um, okay, we might tag alongside, certain. That may be good as we’d spend nothing on protection for the reason that Manileños would spend for every thing: lodge, meals, transportation. And we might earn a couple of bucks from the wires that use our tales and photos. Answered prayers, as our newly organized information company, MindaNews, didn’t have the funds.
 
They got here early the following day, their large and costly cameras and satellite tv for pc telephones in hand. We went with them to Balingoan aboard rented vans. Sadly, the Coast Guard quickly put the ferries on maintain as they have been monitoring the climate. I noticed passengers boarding the ferry anyway, nevertheless it couldn’t depart till the Coast Guard gave the go sign.
 
Can we get a quick boat?
 
My colleague Froilan Gallardo obliged and referred to as his contacts to get in contact with the proprietor of an upscale resort on the town. That they had a pace boat, sure. For five,000 pesos, they might convey perhaps a dozen journalists to Camiguin, and again. However, not like the ferry that may dock on the pier, we’d need to board the pace boat perhaps 50 meters from shore. Our efforts to roll up our pants have been in useless as we nonetheless acquired moist.
 
Off we went aboard the luxurious pace boat, joyous that quickly we’d be seeing the devastation on the island first-hand, forward of different journalists, at the identical time feeling pity for the hapless passengers on the ferry that would not but depart.

Rescue employees carry a sufferer’s physique within the flashfloods that hit Camiguin Island in November 2001. Photograph by BOBBY TIMONERA

However our happiness was short-lived. Someplace between Balingoan and Benoni (location of the port in Camiguin), the boat’s engine stalled. When a ship stops transferring amidst large waves, the rocking is felt by the passengers. The ladies within the group screamed in concern because the boat swayed repeatedly for perhaps an hour. We felt actually downhearted once we noticed the ferry, which was lastly allowed to go away, move our useless pace boat in the midst of the ocean. If we solely had the endurance to attend, we might have been on that ferry.
 
In the meantime, a broadcaster in Cagayan de Oro Metropolis introduced that a ship loaded with journalists on their method to Camiguin was lacking. Our editor, Carol Arguillas, mentioned later that she didn’t know what to inform our kinfolk.
 
The boat began working once more, ultimately. However once we reached Benoni, we once more couldn’t dock on the pier because the small boat wasn’t geared up to accomplish that. Like earlier than, we acquired moist as we disembarked in waist-high water. Froilan by chance dropped his cellphone in sea water. It died, by no means to be resuscitated once more. What was worse, we noticed the final remaining passengers alighting from the ferry, dry right down to their footwear, strolling ever so slowly as if every thing was nicely with the world.
 
The identical torture was repeated on our journey again, save for the stalled engine.
 
That protection was gut-wrenching. The devastation was widespread, with rescuers pulling out our bodies from the particles one after the opposite, the our bodies laid out on the basketball courtroom of the fitness center, the coffin maker working additional time, and the succession of funeral marches to the mass grave on the cemetery.
 
The upside of this protection, at the least for us promdis, was our introduction to the potentials of wi-fi transmission of pictures proper from the sphere to the top workplace.
 
Throughout lunch, Erik de Castro of Reuters pulled out his laptop computer, edited his photos, and plugged a PCMCIA gadget with a small antenna. In it was a SIM card. He then ran a software program that may join his laptop computer to the community and Voila! He might now electronic mail his photos. However with the sluggish 2G know-how accessible at the moment, I ponder how small the images have been that he was sending, and the way lengthy the method took.
 
Round that point, I used to be utilizing a Palm Pilot with an exterior foldable keyboard to jot down tales that I emailed to the workplace from the sphere, utilizing my Nokia sweet bar cellphone as modem. Paperwork are small information to ship, so no downside there. However seeing Erik ship photos with a extra superior setup was, wow, wonderful!
 
Ridó Protection
 
In 2004, I acquired an project from Newsbreak journal to do a photograph essay on ridó, the endless vendetta between clans frequent among the many Moro peoples, often with lethal weapons.
 
I consulted a number of buddies if it could be smart to just accept the project. Amongst these I requested was Froilan, being among the many extra senior journalists I knew who had sufficient expertise protecting harmful assignments. He embedded himself with the Marines within the frontlines throughout the assault on Camp Bushra within the final battle of the 2000 all-out struggle and joined the crew of reporters who stayed in Basilan throughout the kidnapping of the Burnham couple by the Abu Sayyaf.
 
His reply: “It’s simpler to cowl the AFP-MILF struggle than rido.” As a result of while you cowl a struggle from the army’s aspect, the troopers will often ensure that you’re protected. In a rido, you have no idea what is going to occur, particularly when you’re with the underdogs.
 
Nevertheless it was such a tempting project, and I grabbed it, believing that when it’s your time to go, there’s nothing you may do about it. I travelled to Maguindanao and Lanao del Sur for this challenge, generally with a Newsbreak author, generally accompanied by a good friend or two.
 
Certainly one of the cities with intense ridos was Bayang in Lanao del Sur. On our first go to, Samira Gutoc, who was to jot down the story, joined us. Having a Meranaw good friend with me, I felt protected. From Marawi, we drove alongside the Narciso Ramos Freeway, which was now absolutely paved, then turned left as we reached the junction within the municipality of Ganassi. There was a whole village of deserted homes, a few of them burned, others peppered with bullet holes on their concrete partitions.
 
There have been Marines guarding the place to hold the peace. On one part of the paved street thought of because the boundary between the warring clans, the Marines rolled out concertina wire to assist stop one camp from crossing into the opposite’s territory.
 
It was, nonetheless, an uneventful go to, besides on our approach again when my automobile acquired caught within the muddy street throughout a robust rain. We have been saved by Meranaw passersby who acquired out of their automobile and helped push the automobile out of the quagmire.

Concertina barbed wire positioned by the Marines in the midst of the street divides the areas of the warring fanctions concerned in a ridó in Bayang, Lanao del Sur. Many of the homes, both with bullet holes or partially burned, are deserted. Photograph: BOBBY TIMONERA

On my second go to greater than a month later, to a different a part of Bayang, Samira didn’t be part of me anymore as a result of she already had every thing she wanted to jot down her story. However Edimar, a good friend who had been helping me in industrial shoots, got here on this journey. It was once I skilled the scariest second of my life.
 
From Marawi, we crossed the huge Lake Lanao on a pump boat to get to Bayang. Regardless of the searing solar, the water was calm that morning, the surroundings stunning, the forest inexperienced. There was no indication in any respect of the hazards that awaited us.
 
Our vacation spot was a small cove, its opening dealing with east. Our contacts have been on the northern a part of the shore; their enemies have been on the south, hidden within the forest a number of hundred toes excessive. Our contacts have been the underdogs, who have been armed with nothing however a number of Armalites and M14 rifles. The opposite camp, alternatively, reportedly had machine weapons, even a caliber .50, which they fired at our contacts anytime they felt prefer it, which meant any time of the day or night time. That caliber .50 machine gun had actually torn a lady’s coronary heart. The husband of the late girl confirmed us the nonetheless blood-soaked bullet that hit her whereas she was getting ready breakfast.
 
The partitions of the homes and the deserted mosque by the shore have been peppered with bullet marks.
 
We have been advised that the enemy once more fired their machine weapons at daybreak, and so just about all of the individuals within the village had not slept nicely that day. That was in all probability the rationale why tempers have been excessive and folks have been edgy that morning.
 
Proper once we sat down on a bench exterior a home, we heard the primary volley of gunshots. It was from an M14 fired single shot in succession, not the burst of a machine gun, and clearly from someplace close to as a result of the sound was so shut.
 
Then we acquired actually scared as we anticipated the return hearth of machine weapons from the opposite aspect. Thankfully, none got here.
 
Our boat pilot, who was in his early twenties, was trembling. “I’m not used to this. Had I recognized we have been going to this place, I wouldn’t have taken the job.”
 
Because it turned out, the chief of the soldiers within the clan, a person in his 40s, was not completely happy about our go to. He was apprehensive that if one thing occurred to us, they might be answerable. Whereas his face confirmed his anger as he expressed this within the Maranao dialect which I didn’t perceive, I absolutely grasped the extent of his rage when he fired his M14 once more, twice, towards the sky solely about two meters from the place I used to be sitting.
 
Somebody with a cooler head instantly approached the chief, wrestled the M14 from him, and was quick sufficient to take away the journal as they have been grappling with the rifle. The person with the cooler head prevailed and introduced the chief away from us.
 
The message was loud and clear: we have been not welcome. I instantly positioned my digicam again in its bag.
 
Ansar, the person with the cooler head, joined the chief for a stroll, and later, each entered the mosque for the noontime prayer.
 
Meanwhile, we have been introduced inside a bed room with concrete partitions to be protected from enemy hearth, simply in case. Inside was a mom tickling her smiling child on the mattress, as if every thing was okay. After making our introductions, the girl confided to us their harmful lifetime of not understanding when the enemy would hearth their machine weapons once more. We took our lunch of espresso leaves in soup and sardines on this identical room.
 
About three hours after he fired the photographs, we lastly noticed the chief once more, who was now smiling. He mentioned I might take my photos, notably the bullet holes in every single place, however not the firearms. I used to be not within the temper to take photos anymore, however I obliged. I snapped a number of, then instantly took cowl the place I believed the machine gun hearth couldn’t penetrate.
 
I used to be able to bolt out of the place. However our fear was, how have been we going to get to the pump boat when it was docked within the makeshift pier which was proper within the line of fireside? We could be like sitting geese if and when the enemy determined to fireside at us.
 
Ultimately, we determined to take the gamble and go to the boat. The minute or so of strolling to the pier, boarding the boat and easing our approach out of the attain of sniper hearth, have been the scariest in my total life. I prayed, vowing by no means to return to this godforsaken place.
 
The waves have been stronger within the late afternoon, and we acquired moist generally. Nevertheless it was the least of my worries. If our boat capsized, I nonetheless would have a combating likelihood. There have been no life jackets within the small boat, however I do know how one can swim, and I used to be certain there have been no sharks within the waters of Lake Lanao.

TOMORROW
 
Half 4: Governor Ampatuan, Gene Boyd Lumawag, Sendong

(“Transfiguring Mindanao: A Mindanao Reader” has 34 chapters with 44 authors principally coming from Mindanao and highlighting broad subjects protecting the historic, social, financial, political, and cultural options of the island and its individuals. The ebook is split into six elements: Half I is Historical past, Historic Detours, Historic Reminiscences; Half II is Divergent Religions, Shared Faiths, Consequential Ministries; Half III is Colonized Landscapes, Agricultural Transitions, Financial Disjunctions; Half IV is Disjointed Growth, Uneven Progress, Disfigured Ecology; Half V is Mediating Truths, Contested Communities, Making Peace; and Half VI is Exclusionary Symbols, Celebrated Values, Multilingual Future. Edited by Jose Jowel Canuday and Joselito Sescon, this ebook is a landmark in research on Mindanao.) 

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