'Bitun', the Bakwit

Bakwits like Bitun have been running so long that in many areas it is perceived they stay mobile on purpose. That they don't look for permanent resettlements so they can keep living on hand-outs from the government and aid agencies.


    They call them "bakwits". Thousands of displaced, transient residents in the southern Philippines with no permanent place to call home. Caught in the cross-fire, bakwits have had to flee from fighting between Muslim separatists and the military.

    At least that's the most common scenario. A ceasefire has been in place for years – peace talks first began between the two parties over a decade ago – but there have been sporadic breaks and exchanges of gunfire when frustrations ran higher than the desire to put down their weapons. 

    It's almost become a derogatory term. 

    "As if it's our fault!Don’t they see we had no choice?" Bitun told us in a recent interview,  her own frustration and sadness clearly evident in her voice. 

    Bakwits like Bitun have been running so long that in many areas it is perceived they stay mobile on purpose. That they don't look for permanent resettlements so they can keep living on hand-outs from the government and aid agencies. It is much easier after all, many believe, to get a free meal than to return to the poverty that has long kept these transients in chains. 

    "This is not the life I wanted for my children ..."

    Bitun has three of them. Children who like their parents are now growing up without a concept of home.

    "My husband was a fisherman, and I tended the farm ..." she recalls. "But we can do neither anymore ..."

    Bitun and her family had to leave their last "home" two years ago when fighting broke out again after peace talks collapsed… again. 

    “Double-body, 105, 105-5, bazooka, 81s…," she rattled off ammunition as if reciting a grocery list.  She can identify them all by the sounds they make, she told us.  So can her children.  It is the soundtrack of their lives.

    "The first story I remember being told was how as a baby my first cradle was a blanket slung between trees because we had no house…", Bitun confided.  And she's been on the move ever since.  She lives in Maguindanao.  Battleground of one of the longest insurgencies in the world. Some 40 years now Muslim separatists have been struggling for an autonomous region. 


    They were granted an area in 1997 – but a breakaway group decided it wasn't enough. And so the government had to begin talks again ... but there's nothing to guarantee that should this round succeed, another breakaway group won't form unhappy with the newly structured peace. Already there are separatists who have made known they disagree with how their leaders are handling negotiations. 

    "I tried to vote ...," Bitun told us referring to the general elections in May. Like the rest of the country, she was filled with hope and eager to effect change by casting her ballot… "but when I got to the polling station, someone had apparently already voted in my place!"

    It's a long-used method of election-rigging in the Philippines, where unscrupulous politicians fake voter IDs and send people in their employ out to cast false ballots in their favour.

    It would have been an easy way to get past the security measures of the newly automated election system put in place precisely to curb any manipulation of the process. 

    "I wasn't even allowed the freedom to vote ..." Bitun repeated. And that seemed to be the last straw.  As far as she was concerned, there was no hope left to hold on to.

    And so she hopelessly returned to her bakwit existence. Feeling powerless and insignificant. Unwelcome and afraid. "We get it from all sides ...," she continued.

    Then she enumerated a number of anomalies as if reciting yet another inescapable list. "We've seen men who work for local officials claim to be evacuees to take our food in distribution lines … they later sell it in the markets. Members of host communities do the same thing to feed their families. We've had to return to our farms to harvest what we can to feed ourselves …only to then have soldiers take the crop away from us …"

    Her desperation was almost tangible. But so was her resignation to a paralysed life. 

    This woman without a home chose to go before our camera without a face. Afraid that what she had to say would make her powerful enemies. And in the lawless province of her birth, she was certain someone wouldn't think twice about playing her the tune she already had ingrained in her soul - double-body, 105, 105-5, bazooka, 81s ...

    "But someone has to speak for us ..." she said emphatically. "Someone has to talk about what our lives are really like ..."

    And so she told us her story. Opting to be known as "Bitun".  It is the local word for "star" ... and all this faceless woman wanted to do was shed some light on the darkness that engulfed her.



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