How It All Began

It was in the attic of an old English farmhouse, on a lovely autumn evening in September 1984, that this book had its beginnings. Two years earlier Caroline Kennedy, doing some research for a television film, had arrived at this same house to interview the owner, Pelham Pound. As they talked she found out he … Continue reading How It All Began

The Nuclear Power Plant Fiasco

I am adding this post-script to my article on "The Marcoses and the Missing Filipino Millions" because a couple of the comments I have received question whether the Philippines has a nuclear power plant or not. I was there when Imelda's cousin-in-law Herminio Disini was awarded a huge commission from Westinghouse to build a nuclear … Continue reading The Nuclear Power Plant Fiasco

IMEE MARCOS IN LONDON

I had been making excuses all week but I knew the time had come to make up my mind. The Philippines Ambassador, the former anti-Marcos journalist J.V. Cruz, had warned me about the impending arrival of the Philippines’ first daughter for some time. Imee Marcos, my old nemesis from Manila, was going to be in … Continue reading IMEE MARCOS IN LONDON

Memoir Blog # 24 Ninoy Aquino – The Boy Wonder of Tarlac

Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino Jr. was born on 27 November 1932, thirty-eight years to the day before the Bolivian artist Benjamin Mendoza tried to assassinate the Pope at Manila International Airport. But it was not Pope Paul VI who was destined to die while disembarking from his plane in the Philippines. On 21 August 1983, Ninoy would perish, … Continue reading Memoir Blog # 24 Ninoy Aquino – The Boy Wonder of Tarlac

A Date with the Pope

My second visit to Bilibid Prison was under very different circumstances. In fact the day following my second visit one of the Manila papers referred to it under a typical tabloid headline: “Balloons and Bibingka for Benjamin’s Birthday.” My friendship with the Bolivian surreal artist, Benjamin Mendoza, began in 1969. By that time I considered … Continue reading A Date with the Pope

Memoir Blog #20 Early Days in Manila

I arrived in Manila in late June 1968. My initial impression was of a sprawling, bustling and filthy city, its downtown roads continually jammed with impatient, honking traffic. Dilapidated, overloaded buses belching diesel fumes, vied for space with garishly painted and ingeniously adapted World War II jeeps, known as jeepneys. A motley assortment of decrepid … Continue reading Memoir Blog #20 Early Days in Manila