Postscript to a hospital arrest

Postscript to a hospital arrest   

 “What a happy surprise! The accused-mass-murderer is healthy after all. Isn’t that wonderful? I love a happy ending…they are so rare…” (paraphrased lines from a ridiculous movie about vampires).

          Conclusively diagnosed through an angiogram with      “insignificant coronary artery disease”, which noted cardiologists explained  was not life-threatening and could be treated with medicines outside the hospital, and with a healthy lifestyle, the Ampatuan massacre suspect and his lawyers, instead of being grateful for the happy news and instead of saying “Thank you…for one more day, and all our days with family and loved ones…thank you, God, thank you, Allah, for our lives, once more, for making us healthy and safe” — instead scrambled with all  fury to ask the judge to extend the VIP hospital arrest; and failing which, threatened to sue the judge.

     Angry and disappointed, they lashed out at all those who opposed the hospital arrest – because they wanted more —  ignoring what supposedly was the objective of a medical checkup.       

    But perhaps this was what this was all about.

     It was never about life and saving it, it was about power and preserving it.

      Those accused of mass murders  would  preach to us about humanity and compassion, yet with every turn could never show any kind of appreciation or value for life and dignity,  honor or justice.

    For they have to answer to all the parties concerned: Why were the results of all his medical tests never  made known, on pretext of privilege? The parties concerned have the right to know whether this plea was based on malingering at best,  maleficence and stratagem at less best.

    Were those other test results all “unremarkable” and “insignificant” too?

    Why did the accused have to spend the night at the luxurious hospital when he could have easily spent the night in Bicutan? What was the difference between sleeping at the Heart Center and at Camp Bagong Diwa? The bed? The airconditioning? The citrus pine scent of the room? The entrance and exit routes? Dr. Kuizon, a friend of the  accused’s lawyer, kept saying that all signs pointed to a life-threatening heart disease that could lead to a sudden heart attack in order to justify prolonged confinement—  then when the angiogram result came out in the morning,  suddenly disappeared. 

      But perhaps the happiest surprise of all was when Malacañang suddenly found a backbone and gave strict instructions to its jail guards to end the hospital arrest in time with the President’s State of the Nation Address.

     Quit lingering with the malingering.