Reminiscing The Day Ninoy Was Killed

Image Credit to: Examiner.com

August 21, 1983 was a Sunday and for the then 30-year old husband in me, it could be just another happy weekend with the family but it was not so. Instead of a usual Sunday afternoon strolling in the park or a shopping mall with my young family, I went out alone with our 7-year old son and his 4-year old brother because my wife had just given birth to our youngest child thirteen (13) days before that fateful day when the former Senator Ninoy Aquino was killed by a single bullet that pierced through his head.

After lunch on the said day, I drove our two sons in a company-provided car to Greenhills Shopping Center in San Juan, Metro-Manila In those days, there was no SM Megamall, EDSA-Shangrila and Robinson-Ortigas yet. I can recall that we bought some kiddie stuff but can’t remember anymore if there was already a Jollibee store in the area where we might have taken our snacks before going home. By the way, our only daughter was 1-1/2 years old at that time and too young to be with us that day.

When we went home at late afternoon, I was disturbed to see my wife sobbing while telling me about the sad news on Ninoy’s assassination that she heard over the radio. I consoled and told her that the news may not be true but in the early evening newscast on television, I saw the gruesome truth that they indeed killed the number 1 tormentor of the dictator. To this date, no mastermind of the crime (to check for firearms or weapons offense, click here) has been legally established but to me, it does not matter anymore. I have only one suspect in mind and for me, if there’s only one suspect in a crime, he should be it already.