And will someone please tell the Filipino people: How many times did Marcos’ top generals dance in drag?
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And now, about our generals.
A diplomatic cable leaked by the whistle blower site Wikileaks quoted then US Ambassador William Sullivan as criticizing a birthday celebration put up by Imelda Marcos for her husband where the military top brass – except for Marcos’ cousin -Constabulary chief Fidel Ramos – were made to “parade in garish female attire”
The incident took place on September 12, 1973 and Imelda Marcos put up the show, the Wikileaks cable said.
The late dictator’s son, Ferdinand “Bongbong” Marcos, now claims the incident doesn’t ring a bell for him. He was quoted by Philippine Star as saying:
“I don’t recall anything like that which happened. I only remember one time, during (my father’s) birthday when generals had performed a hilarious skit.”
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
How many times did Marcos’ generals perform in drag?
According to Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile in his recently-published memoir:
Martial law had just been in place for over a month, I think, when the First Lady held a party in Malacañang. It was her first party since martial law was declared. It was held at the Heroes Hall at the ground floor of Malacañang by the side of the Pasig river.
Enrile then went on to describe the party as “big and grandiose” – the glitterati, both foreign and local, were invited.
Enrile, Marcos’ defense minister and Martial law administrator, then described the highlight of the evening:
General Romeo Espino, the Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces of the Philippines, stood up and walked away from his seat. He was followed by General Fidel V. Ramos, the Chief of the Philippine Constabulary; General Rafael Zagala, the Commanding General of the Philippine Air Force; and Admiral Hilario Ruiz, the Flag Office in Command of the Philippine Navy. They all left Heroes Hall. I noticed the First Lady smiling, laughing, and gesturing.
Then the five generals, reappeared with General Fabian Ver. The six generals were all attired in artificial straw skirts and high-heeled shoes. They had garlands around thier necks and they were wearing bras to complete their costumes. Their lips were painted red with lipstick.
The band played a polynesian tune, and the six generals danced the “hula.” They wiggled and sashayed in front of the guests with their hands raised and rolled above their shoulders.
The First Lady and her retinue of Blue Ladies and their husbands laughed and clapped delightfully. The diplomats and their ladies, including the bankers and businessmen and their wives, sat still on their seats and remained quiet. I felt that they were neither amused nor comfortable with what was going on.
Seeing the senior officers of the Armed Forces of the Philippines with their skimpy female attire dancing the “hula” was, to me, a very embarrassing and shameful moment. The top military leaders of the land were made the object of fun by the First Lady. The scene was pathetic, ridiculous and disgusting. I whipsered to Cristina my disgust about the whole distasteful spectacle. She held my arm and cautioned me to just keep my cool and not to say anything.
Now, compare Enrile’s anecdote to that of Ambassador Sullivan’s leaked cable:
Enrile does know how to throw someone a surprise bash.
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