Nationalists -- Philippines -- Fiction; Philippine fiction (Spanish) -- Translations into English; Philippines -- History -- Fiction
“Ah, youth is ever inexperienced and dreamy, always running after the
butterflies and flowers! You have united, so that by your efforts you
may bind your fatherland to Spain with garlands of roses when in
reality you are forging upon it chains harder than the diamond! You ask
for equal rights, the Hispanization of your customs, and you don’t see
that what you are begging for is suicide, the destruction of your
nationality, the annihilation of your fatherland, the consecration of
tyranny! What will you be in the future? A people without character, a
nation without liberty—everything you have will be borrowed, even your
very defects! You beg for Hispanization, and do not pale with shame
when they deny it you! And even if they should grant it to you, what
then—what have you gained? At best, a country of pronunciamentos, a
land of civil wars, a republic of the greedy and the malcontents, like
some of the republics of South America! To what are you tending now,
with your instruction in Castilian, a pretension that would be
ridiculous were it not for its deplorable consequences! You wish to add
one more language to the forty odd that are spoken in the islands, so
that you may understand one another less and less.”
“On the contrary,” replied Basilio, “if the knowledge of Castilian may
bind us to the government, in exchange it may also unite the islands
among themselves.”
“A gross error!” rejoined Simoun. “You are letting yourselves be
deceived by big words and never go to the bottom of things to examine
the results in their final analysis. Spanish will never be the general
language of the country, the people will never talk it, because the
conceptions of their brains and the feelings of their hearts cannot be
expressed in that language—each people has its own tongue, as it has
its own way of thinking! What are you going to do with Castilian, the
few of you who will speak it? Kill off your own originality,
subordinate your thoughts to other brains, and instead of freeing
yourselves, make yourselves slaves indeed! Nine-tenths of those of you
who pretend to be enlightened are renegades to your country! He among
you who talks that language neglects his own in such a way that he
neither writes nor understands it, and how many have I not seen who
pretended not to know a single word of it! But fortunately, you have an
imbecile government! While Russia enslaves Poland by forcing the
Russian language upon it, while Germany prohibits French in the
conquered provinces, your government strives to preserve yours, and you
in return, a remarkable people under an incredible government, you are
trying to despoil yourselves of your own nationality! One and all you
forget that while a people preserves its language, it preserves the
marks of its liberty, as a man preserves his independence while he
holds to his own way of thinking. Language is the thought of the
peoples. Luckily, your independence is assured; human passions are
looking out for that!”
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