Since the birth of the Inquirer in 1985, I’ve not missed reading an issue of it. I’m now 72 years old and during all these years the Inquirer has always quenched my thirst for “balanced news and fearless views.”
Not until Rigoberto Tiglao, one of its columnists, burst into the scene almost a year ago. From that time on, every time I read Tiglao’s column, the temptation to drop the Inquirer—for betraying my trust—in favor of another broad sheet increases.
How can the Inquirer possibly allow a person like Tiglao to air his biases and non sequiturs on a weekly basis and betray how low he has become from a respected writer of the Far Eastern Economic Review to a rabid apologist of a hated and discarded regime? How true indeed is the saying: Mahirap gisingin and nagtutulug-tulugan at mahirap makarinig ang nagbibingi-bingihan (The hardest thing is to wake up someone pretending to be asleep, and to get someone who pretends to be deaf to listen). That is Tiglao!
—CARLOS D. ISLES,
carlos_isles@yahoo.com