Political Tidbits is the prestigious column of Belinda Olivares-Cunanan that ran for 25 continuous years in the op-ed page of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, the newspaper that she helped put up with its multi-awarded founder, the legendary Eugenia Duran-Apostol, in December 1985, just two months before the EDSA Revolution.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Close encounters with Henry Sy, said to be the richest Filipino, in the very early years in his Carriedo shoe store. He was always patient and smiling, no matter how fickle or hard to satisfy, or penny-pinching customers would be.

When my father's business collapsed in the late '50s, my parents had to make the tough decision to keep us 10 children in the schools where we had begun studying during the prosperous years. This involved six boys studying in the Ateneo de Manila, earlier situated in Padre Faura and later transferred to Katipunan in Quezon City,  and three girls in Holy Ghost College under German and American sisters---later renamed the College of the Holy Spirit---on Mendiola St., Manila, sandwiched between Malacanang Palace and San Beda College. The eldest of the brood of ten, our Ate Elvy, was by then studying in UST.

My mother, who was a working student at the old UP in Manila, was determined to keep her entire brood in the schools where we had begun---against the vigorous protestations of my father whose business was in ruins. My mom won, but it meant a lot of belt-tightening for all of us and negotiations galore with school authorities to allow deferred payment of tuition fees.


For us three Holy Ghost colegialas, it meant walking daily the entire route from Mendiola to Quiapo, where we would take the bus to Quezon City. We had moved to QC from the big ancestral home in Sta. Mesa Blvd., as my parents were forced to sell it, owing to the business collapse.

Walking all the way to Quiapo was fun, though, as there were quite a lot of us students walking together. From time to time we would break up the monotony by sauntering over to Carriedo St. where a tall lanky Chinese entrepreneur perhaps in his late '30s had set up a modest shoe store called "Shoemart."


This youthful Chinese shoe-store owner/salesman had stacks of shoes in boxes neatly arranged on shelves up to the ceiling of the store and he personally attended to each customer. In those days, he himself would sit on a low wooden stool in front of the customer---helping him or her with several pairs of shoes to try on.

"Ay, medyo tight itong pares na ito," I'd complain, and the store-owner would patiently get up and climb the ladder to get more stocks from the ceiling. He'd bring the new pairs and sit down again on the low stool in front, helping us to try new ones.  Sometimes the shoes would fit, but at times we customers would change our mind about them and walk around again, looking at some other pair.

Henry Sy must have thought at that time that there must be an easier way to make a living.


This tall, rather slender young Chinese store-owner would always retain the patience of Buddha toward us pesky colegialas. After I left Holy Ghost College and entered the University of the Philippines in Diliman, Quezon City,  I continued to visit Shoemart in Quiapo, as Mr. Sy's goods were reasonably priced. I also have good memories of his kindness and courteousness, the semi-serious smile on his face and the broken Filipino he could speak at that time.

Little did I ever imagine that the same over-patient shoe-store proprietor would one day turn out to be the entrepreneur adjudged by Forbes Magazine as the Philippines' richest man for 11 SUCCESSIVE YEARS---with an estimated worth of $9 billion or P1.05 trillion! As the Inquirer pointed out, according to Forbes Magazine, Henry Sy, as the 52nd richest person in the world last year, elbowed out tycoons such as Elon Musk, Rupert Murdoch and George Soros from the magazine listing.


Little would I have imagined too at that time when we would casually saunter into that little shoe store on Carriedo St. in Quiapo, that it would become the flagship of his vast family conglomerate. That little Shoemart store would morph into the SM Department Store with many dozens of branches sprouting all over the country---a vast pillar of the Philippine economy---with ultimately the SM Megamall and the Mall of Asia dwarfing them all.

Little would I have imagined that from that little Carriedo St. shoe store, the fortunes of this ever-patient shoe-store owner would diversify in about three decades to include vast holdings in retail, banking and property development all across the country and the region, including in Henry Sy's native China. Little did I imagine that that Carriedo shoe store would one day create not only a new verb---"malling"---but also a distinct way of life among us Filipinos, that would help rev up the economy and provide countless job opportunities.

A young  lanky Henry Sy in front of his shoe store on Carriedo St. in Quiapo, Manila. 
Business tycoon Henry Sy in later years

Obviously Henry Sy and his very religious wife Felicidad (who built the beautiful Sto Nino Church in the reclamation area near the Mall of Asia)  brought up their children very well---equipped with the same work ethic that enabled them to take over the empire when retirement became imperative for the patriarch of the dynasty. What's great about this family is the way Henry Sy trained his children to take charge of specific holdings.

Tessie Sy Coson, the eldest of the brood of Henry and Felicidad Sy and one of their two daughters (the other daughter is Elizabeth and there are  four sons, namely Henry Jr., Hans, Herbert and Harley), has headed the Sy business empire for some time now, and she and her siblings have continued the many philanthropic works of their parents. A little episode indicates to me the kind of training she received from her father.


One evening, Tessie Coson attended the concert of the young Mozarteum-trained Filipino classical violinist Joaquin "Chino" Gutierrez at the Francisco Santiago Concert Hall in the BDO Bldg. that the Sy family owns. Friends of the young violinist had invited her to attend the concert and hear this music sensation,  but half-way through the program, she bade goodbye to me as she had to rush somewhere else.

I accompanied her to the concert hall door and at that point I suddenly remembered  the repeated request of senior theater-goers about the need to put hand-railings for the eight or so steps reaching up to the BDO concert hall, to prevent accidents especially for seniors.

Tessie Coson listened attentively, but more than that, she quickly took out her cellphone from her bag and took photos of the staircase and the walls needing hand-railings. I thought that this lady now heading the family business empire could just have directed a staffer to attend to the concert-goers' request;  but no, she had to produce the evidence herself---doubtless to produce quicker results.

No wonder, I thought to myself, that the family business empire has been so successful---every conceivable detail is covered. My profound sympathies to the Sy family over the demise of their beloved patriarch.


Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Beguiling Paris, my favorite European city, going up in smoke over rise in Macron's fuel taxes, affecting especially the retirees. Our legislators should outlaw "unli rice" owing to galloping diabetes especially among lower-income Pinoys.

The once romantic and chic Champs Elysee, with the iconic Arc de Triomphe in the background, has become a battleground between yellow-vested demonstrators and police over the fuel tax issue. 

Paris, unarguably the most beautiful and the most romantic city in all Europe---my favorite for decades---is going up in smoke over an issue that perhaps other peoples would demonstrate against, but not in the same violent and destructive manner as the choleric and highly excitable French would---the rise in fuel taxes that cuts into the income of the already beleaguered middle-class.

Last Christmas Day, my longtime friends based in Paris---lawyer Aquilino "Jun" Opena and his wife Lilia, a retired ranking UNESCO official, whom my family and I would visit from time to time over the decades---called to tell me all about what's happening. Lil and Jun felt quite bad that the yellow-vest protesters ("gilet jaunes" in French) would be invading the historic Avenue des Champs Elysees---the most beautiful area in Paris and its No. 1 tourist attraction for international jet-setters and celebrities.


The "gilet jaunes" protest movement began last Nov. 17, 2018,  when roadblocks began appearing all across the country, but more concentrated in Paris for maximum effect. It began as a small protest against the new fuel tax imposed by French President Emmanuel Macron, but over the weeks and months it has morphed into a violent anti-government grassroots movement, with many demonstrators from the middle-class stressing how their livelihood has been eaten up by the fuel tax.

Violent clashes with police and vandalism in hitherto quiet and plush neighborhoods turned ugly and international media caught them all---making all lovers of Paris, such as this writer, feel such pain in our hearts. Four people have actually died since the unrest began, even as the resulting violence and vandalism have been widely condemned in France and abroad.


President Macron had insisted that tax increases are a necessary pain due to the increased cost of fuel---now at $7.06 per gallon. The protests appeared to have swung into full scale after duties were slapped on diesel--- which is widely used by French motorists but now more heavily taxed than any other types of fuel.

As the anti-fuel tax movement grew uglier and spread to nearly the entire country, French Prime Minister Edouard Philippe decided to suspend the tax increases for six months. He was quoted in newspapers as grumbling that "anyone would have to be deaf or blind not to hear or see the anger against the government." A direct missile attack on Macron.


President Macron had won the presidency with an overwhelming mandate for sweeping economic reforms, but his popularity began to fall sharply in recent months amid accusations---and perception--that he is "a president for the rich."

But more than just the backlash against his fuel tax, there's the theory that this much-hated imposition is a necessary obstacle to the French far-right's quest for greater power. French politics are tres complique, with far-right, far-left, center, etc. all clashing. Just how far this grassroots protest movement would end up is hard to foretell.


As an observer, I note the difference between the tempers of the French and the Filipino. Our middle-class and the lower strata are indeed also painfully caught in the spiraling of prices of just about everything, due to our near-total dependence on imported oil whose price has skyrocketed.  But the Filipino people have remained stoic in suffering the inflation that the rise in fuel costs cause, and we simply tighten already tight belts---unlike the choleric and excitable French who have launched their second revolution last winter and going strong.

It's easy to foretell the fate of the top French officials. No, they are not going to lose their heads in the Place de la Concorde in Paris, like what happened in 1789 with Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette there. The youthful Macron, however, is in danger of losing his once ultra-high political standing in the next elections. In fact he's probably finished.


One time in traffic I happened to be stopped in front of a "Mang Inasal" restaurant and I could see a waiter carrying a big wooden bowl full of rice--- and hopping from table to table, endlessly scooping rice on the plates of diners. It alarmed me to watch this scene, as I had just read how rice is a major factor in the galloping diabetes among Filipinos.

President Duterte has lowered costs of medicines for diabetes, hypertension and high cholesterol under the Tax Reform for Acceleration and Inclusion (TRAIN) Act, R.A. 10963---which is good as it would help especially the lower income groups. But what has to be addressed is the proclamation of Diabetic Center of the Philippines about how diabetes is GALLOPING among Filipinos---doubtless mainly due to excessive consumption of carbohydrates which translates to sugar.

Popular thinking associates diabetes only with excessive sugar intake, but nutritionists link it as much with heavy rice intake among Filipinos---one reason so many PInoys are overweight. According to the Diabetic Center, an estimated 5 million Filipinos are diagnosed with diabetes.


From the Philippine Statistics Authority come 2016 data that diabetes and hypertensive diseases each accounted for 5-7 % of deaths in the country, or 33,295 and 33,452 cases, respectively. That's a lot of Filipinos dying from diabetes and hypertensive diseases, which should call for more information about food intake that should be lessened.

While the administration has cut cost of diabetes and hypertensive medicines starting this Jan. 1, still, those medicines would entail funds from the people that could otherwise go to other necessities in life---if enough medical information were to be disseminated over mass media about proper diet TO PREVENT DIABETES AND ITS AGGRAVATION.

Few people realize that carbohydrates, such as in rice, convert to sugar which aggravates THE diabetes ailment. The Department of Health should conduct a wider information campaign about this fact, and yes, there should be an accompanying law prohibiting service of UNLI RICE as a sales propaganda.

Yes, stop Mang Inasal's UNLI RICE PROMO---indeed the Pinoy comes out BUSOG, but the diabetes it brings in its path is more VICIOUS than folks think.