Museums are boring for me. I don’t know why. Even they show some pieces that define history, which is my favorite subject. But, even I don’t want to go, doe to my “obedience”, I went to one, which is our very own Vargas Museum. There were exhibitions that were shown that day. There were bottle caps in the walls. There was one big plastic bag, to the point it can make a tent for dozens of people. There were boats. There was a creepy bag and suit.
Out of all those things, the exhibit that dazzled me is the Time and Place of Incident of Kiri Dalona. It was the only exhibit that was placed at the basement. It shows videos of places, where journalists were killed, through projectors.
The entrance is so creepy. It is a film showing of the graves of those journalists. One can expect horror out of it. That freaking feeling is strengthened by the ominous heart-beat-and-deep-breathing background music which was supposed to give us a feeling of remorse on how many journalists were already killed. The first screen shows the site of the Maguindanao massacre, where 3 dozens of journalists were killed. The rest shows the sites where other journalists were killed. Those screens give me the creeps. By the way it was shown, you would be expecting something appearing to freak the hell out of you.
I thought it was a horror exhibit but when I read the flyers about it, I felt funny about what I felt earlier. I felt bad not only to those journalists, but also to the people whom they are serving. I felt bad on how the oligarchs, or the rich few who are thinking only for their good, use the media to abuse the poor common people. Media hegemony, or the controlling of media on the minds of the people, may be one of the main causes why our country isn’t progressing much. Those who stand against it may be tortured or killed.
Thanks to the flyers that I got. I was able to get an idea of the artwork. I really thought it was a horror exhibit. Just joking! But through those feeling which is full of horror and suspense, its message on how media were messed up was easily and forcefully put to us.