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    1) The document is an essay titled "I Am A Filipino" by Carlos P. Romulo where he discusses his identity as a Filipino. 2) The author describes Filipinos as inheritors of a glorious past from ancient Malayan pioneers who bravely sailed to the Philippines, seeing it as a land of hope and freedom. 3) He discusses how Filipinos are descended from heroic figures who fought against foreign oppressors for independence and democracy, including Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, and Manuel Quezon.

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    1) The document is an essay titled "I Am A Filipino" by Carlos P. Romulo where he discusses his identity as a Filipino. 2) The author describes Filipinos as inheritors of a glorious past from ancient Malayan pioneers who bravely sailed to the Philippines, seeing it as a land of hope and freedom. 3) He discusses how Filipinos are descended from heroic figures who fought against foreign oppressors for independence and democracy, including Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, and Manuel Quezon.

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    1) The document is an essay titled "I Am A Filipino" by Carlos P. Romulo where he discusses his identity as a Filipino. 2) The author describes Filipinos as inheritors of a glorious past from ancient Malayan pioneers who bravely sailed to the Philippines, seeing it as a land of hope and freedom. 3) He discusses how Filipinos are descended from heroic figures who fought against foreign oppressors for independence and democracy, including Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, and Manuel Quezon.

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    I AM A FILIPINO by Carlos P.

    Romulo
    JAI DIMAUNAHAN·FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2016

    I am a Filipino – inheritor of a glorious past, hostage to the uncertain future. As


    such, I must prove equal to a two-fold task – the task of meeting my
    responsibility to the past, and the task of performing my obligation to the future.
    I am sprung from a hardy race – child many generations removed of ancient
    Malayan pioneers. Across the centuries, the memory comes rushing back to me:
    of brown-skinned men putting out to sea in ships that were as frail as their hearts
    were stout. Over the sea I see them come, borne upon the billowing wave and the
    whistling wind, carried upon the mighty swell of hope – hope in the free
    abundance of the new land that was to be their home and their children’s forever.
    I am a Filipino. In my blood runs the immortal seed of heroes – seed that
    flowered down the centuries in deeds of courage and defiance. In my veins yet
    pulses the same hot blood that sent Lapulapu to battle against the alien foe, that
    drove Diego Silang and Dagohoy into rebellion against the foreign oppressor,
    That seed is immortal. It is the self-same seed that flowered in the heart of Jose
    Rizal that morning in Bagumbayan when a volley of shots put an end to all that
    was mortal of him and made his spirit deathless forever; the same that flowered
    in the hearts of Bonifacio in Balintawak, of Gregorio del Pilar at Tirad Pass, of
    Antonio Luna at Calumpit, that bloomed in flowers of frustration in the sad heart
    of Emilio Aguinaldo at Palanan, and yet burst forth royally again in the proud
    heart of Manuel L. Quezon when he stood at last on the threshold of ancient
    Malacanang Palace, in the symbolic act of possession and racial vindication. At
    the vanguard of progress in this part of the world I stand – a forlorn figure in the
    eyes of some, but not one defeated and lost. For through the thick, interlacing
    branches of habit and custom above me I have seen the light of the sun, and I
    know that it is good. I have seen the light of justice and equality and freedom, my
    heart has been lifted by the vision of democracy, and I shall not rest until my land
    and my people shall have been blessed by these, beyond the power of any man or
    nation to subvert or destroy. I am a Filipino, and this is my inheritance. What
    pledge shall I give that I may prove worthy of my inheritance? I shall give the
    pledge that has come ringing down the corridors of the centuries, and its hall be
    compounded of the joyous cries of my Malayan forebears when they first saw the
    contours of this land loom before their eyes, of the battle cries that have
    resounded in every field of combat from Mactan to Tirad Pass, of the voices of my
    people when they sing: Land of the morning. Child of the sun returning . . . Ne’er
    shall invaders Trample thy sacred shore. Out of the lush green of these seven
    thousand isles, out of the heart-strings of sixteen million people all vibrating to
    one song, I shall weave the mighty fabric of my pledge. Out of the songs of the
    farmers at sunrise when they go to labor in the fields; out the sweat of the hard-
    bitten pioneers in Mal-ig and Koronadal; out of the silent endurance of
    stevedores at the piers and the ominous grumbling of peasants in Pampanga; out
    of the first cries of babies newly born and the lullabies that mothers sing; out of
    crashing of gears and the whine of turbines in the factories; out of the crunch of
    ploughs upturning the earth; out of the limitless patience of teachers in the
    classrooms and doctors in the clinics; out of the tramp of soldiers marching, I
    shall make the pattern of my pledge: I am a Filipino born of freedom, and I shall
    not rest until freedom shall have been added unto my inheritance – for myself
    and my children’s – forever.

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