Philippine Collation of Corruption & Extra Judicial Killing

Monday, November 27, 2006

Rev. Father William Tadena, aged 37 years, was killed shortly after 8:00 in the morning on 13 March 2005. A parish priest of the Iglesia Filipina Independiente (IFI) in La Paz, Tarlac, Luzon, he was attacked when travelling in his jeep with three colleagues along the provincial highway from Barangay Guevarra towards La Paz to celebrate his second mass of the day. Father Tadena was Chairman of the Human Rights and Social Concerns Committee of the IFI Diocese of Tarlac, a member the local chapters of the Promotion of Church People’s Response and Karapatan.

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EVEN IF A MINORITY OF ONE THE TRUTH IS THE TRUTH

'IF' a Poem by

Rudyard Kipling – British Poet

(Died 18th January 1936)

IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

IF you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;

IF you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

IF you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;

IF you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;

IF you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same;

IF you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

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IF you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

IF you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,

IF neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

IF all men count with you, but none too much;

IF you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!