I remembered one day sometime in 1987 when then OIC Vice-Mayor Rudy Duterte arrived alone in his worn-out government-issued blue Land Cruiser and asked me to accompany him and look for a radio commentator who lambasted his mother Nanay Soling in the airlanes. He handed me an improvised shotgun inside a bag while he tucked his .380 caliber pistol in his waist. While driving in the middle of the city, Duterte uttered these words: “Puy-an ko ni siya sa Muntinlupa. Hasta ang privacy sa akong inahan wala gi-respeto. (I wouldn’t mind staying in the national prison at Muntinlupa as long as I have had level him off already.” He did not spare respects even for my own mothers privacy)”. By 8 pm, we found the guy surrounded by bodyguards at the poolside of downtown Apo View Hotel. “Once I make a signal, just give me the shotgun.” Duterte ordered me. I do not know if the vice-mayor is dead serious inside him. But if that crime was committed I am sure two of us would surely land in jail. The hasty departure of the target from the scene and the timely arrival of OIC Governor Dodo Cagas who greeted him, diverted Dutertes attention. But time heals. The guy became Dutertes friend that made him live for another 17 years. On September 6, 2004, the guy was assassinated. Whoever killed him? Nobody knows.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 03:36:18 +0000
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