In
Defense of the Tambay
By Alexander Martin Remollino
IN a recent
episode of a now defunct late-morning TV show, a macho dancer
related to the host and the audience how he would retort everytime
his tambay neighbors would make fun of his job. "You know,
things like that always happen when you live in overcrowded places.
I just tell them, at least I earn money, I don't steal, unlike
you who are only tambays. You may even be social diseases."
The guy should
not have been too arbitrary in judging his tambay neighbors.
We have a
neighbor who was a tambay for so many years before finally deciding
he wanted to be a taxi driver. He never harmed anyone; he merely
spent the mornings and the afternoons hanging out or drinking
at the corner stores or on the sidewalks. The only crazy thing
he did back then was to shout at a uniformed Air Force CMT cadet
who happened to pass him by one morning, "You bastard MMDA
fellows, you are so industrious! You work even on Sundays!"
He was so drunk he failed to recognize the young man whose house
is nearer to his than ours.
We should
not be too harsh on tambays just because they are so. There are
different kinds of tambays. There are tambays who are nothing
but tambays. There are tambays who are also disturbers of the
peace. To be nothing but a tambay, although not exactly a noble
occupation, is not all that bad. To be both a tambay and a disturber
of the peace--that is really bad. I do not know that our neighbor,
during his tambay days, was a worse fellow than those of our government
officials who coddle druglords and other criminals.
Yet we abhor
tambays so. This is because in a money-oriented society such as
ours, everything is measured in terms of cash. Who has not heard
people calling the money-laundering corporate lawyer a genius
and the low-earning human rights lawyer a fool? Who has not heard
people calling the corrupt public official a genius and the statesman
a fool? Who has not heard people calling the millionaire's mistress
a genius and the pauper's wife a fool?
And since
tambays earn nothing, we look upon them as good-for-nothing lowlifes
and perpetually wonder why they were ever born. We are so obsessed
with money, we forget that people should be measured not by how
much they make but by what they do.
Of course,
it is infinitely better to earn an honest living than to be a
tambay. It is not just a matter of not having to forage on your
relatives and friends for your daily bread; it is also a matter
of not having to worry that those you forage on may be fed up
with having to give to you. But being a tambay is certainly not
the worst thing in the world.
It is better
to be a tambay than to be President of the Philippines and do
nothing except to pour the people's money into mansions for your
mistresses and drinking sprees with your friends. It is better
to be a tambay than to be a Senator and do nothing except to insult
a young lady lawyer who gave up a high-paying job for a low-paying
one for reasons of principle.
Let us not
be too quick to damn tambays lest in doing so we also damn ourselves.
(Tinig.com)
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