Torture Victims in the Philippines Speak
‘Under Torture, I Thought I Was Dead’
Asian Human Rights Commission
(Photo by the Asian Human Rights Commission)
In this twelfth interview, Hamsa Pedro, a laborer at a public market,
recalls how he and his family have suffered for seven years, and
continue to suffer, after his illegal arrest, detention and torture.
After being picked up by policemen at his workplace in General Santos
City, he was taken to a private hotel and tortured him there for nine
For nine days, they punched and kicked him, suffocated him by wrapping
his head with plastic bags and wrapped his eyes with adhesive tapes. He
urinate blood due to the severity of the beatings. The torture was so
severe that he can still feel the pain today. His eyesight has also been
The policemen deliberately hid him from his family. Hamsa’s wife,
Fatima, who had gone to all the military camps and police stations
looking for him, only came to know of his whereabouts when a neighbor
saw her husband in court and told her. Fatima also
talks about this experience in a separate interview.
Hamsa, the breadwinner in his family of 10, including young children, at
the time of his arrest, now begs policemen: if they still have any mercy
left, they should help to clear his name. He worries about his children
who may not have eaten because he is still in jail.
For more details about Hamsa’s case, please see
A Common Denominator of Torture—Poverty
I am Hamsa Pedro. First, I was captured in the place where I was
working. It was Monday at 4:30 p.m. I wonder why they pointed their guns
at me there. I asked them, What did I do wrong? The person just told me
to explain everything at the barracks [General Santos City Police Office
Headquarters]. There were many surrounding me and pointing guns at me.
That is why I wasn’t able to move and so I went with them. They dragged
and threw me inside their truck, hitting my face on the floor of the
vehicle. Inside the truck, they stepped on me.
We reached the Family Country Hotel. They tortured me there. They
wrapped my head with a cellophane [bag]; they kicked me. I could not
answer their questions about whether I know the names of people they
were asking me because I do not know who they were. They hurt me so bad.
I really can’t answer them because I do not have any idea with the names
they are asking me. And if I could not tell them, they hit me. I
experienced all the pain I could possibly think of. I urinated in my
underwear from the beating. They dragged me to the toilet. I could
barely move my hands because they were badly hurt. They even beat me
here (showing part of his body). I don’t know what they used to hit me
that even up to now it is still very painful. My forehead was beaten
with their slippers. My eyesight is blurred since then. That’s the
I endured a lot of torture. Every person who comes [into the room]
kicked and hit me. The [police] told me that they had to work overtime
because of us, that we bombed the public market. I told them that I did
not do it and I was only a laborer at the public market. Sometimes they
put tissue paper in my ears and wrapped my eyes with packaging tape. I
thought to myself that I may have been dead because they put tissue on
my eyes and ears already. They wrapped my head with cellophane. They
used two bags. I thought I would die. I felt my eyeballs would come out.
I already had the difficulty of breathing. There is also this very cold
beverage that they made me drink. I don’t know what it was, but it was
very cold. I did not drink it at once thinking it would harm my
intestine. It was really cold.
I was just wearing shorts at that time and so untidy because I came from
my work. They changed my name into Elmer Emran, and they were really
insisting that it was my real name. They told me that I am an
Indonesian. I’m not an Indonesian; I’m a Filipino.
I cannot recall the exact date when they brought me to the court.
Someone saw me there. The person tried to stand up, but I told the
person not to because they [police] might think she would be my
companion. The person went to my home and told my wife that she saw me
in court. I was released [from the hotel] because my wife went to Bombo
[a local radio station].
I could tell that there is no single part of my body that was not
beaten. Until now, I am still enduring the pain. Every time there was
someone who came inside the room they hit and kicked me and asked if I
was the bomber. I can feel the pain even up to my bones. I thought it
would have been better if I died so that my family won’t have problems
Q: How long was it before Fatima saw you?
A: It was nine days before I saw Fatima. My wife went to all the
military camps that she could possibly know. They were unable to find me
because they hid me (someone was overheard to have said: nobody can find
him because he was held in a hotel room).
Q: Were you tortured in those nine days?
A: Yes. Every person who comes in would punch and kick me. They made me
stand up, and I was thinking that they will not hurt me anymore, but
they still hit me here (pointing to his body part). They made me stand
up and told me to stay put there. I wasn’t able to urinate for a week.
When I was there in the barracks, I asked someone if he could accompany
me to the comfort room to urinate. There was blood in my urine. The
[policemen] had no mercy as if it was true that we were the ones who did
Q: After nine days, you were brought to the court. Did they send you
to a doctor for a check-up?
A: They just took me [to the hospital] there, but I was not examined by
a doctor (someone was heard to have said: they weren’t checked, and they
were just sent to the emergency hospital). Now I suffer for this even
though we did not commit the crime they are accusing us of. It seems
like our family is also killed because of this. We were just praying to
God because it is true we are innocent.
Q: Before you were arrested, what was your work?
A: Laborer. That’s what I’m doing in a supermarket. I am just a laborer.
That’s what I [do to make a living] for my family.
Q: What is the work of a laborer?
A: Carrying sacks of goods. Anything will do—like if you have a regular
customer of vegetables. That’s the work of a laborer. Any loads that
arrive we can make money through it. We will work just to buy food for
my children for the day.
Q: How many children do you have?
A: Children? I have eight children. I really don’t know if they are
still eating since I am still here inside the cell. We are poor, but we
are now even poorer because I am here inside the jail.
Q: The person who arrested you—what were they wearing?
A: They were wearing plainclothes.
Q: How many? Can you still remember it? How many of them were there?
What was the model of their vehicle?
A: The vehicle they used was a van—color white. That’s where they loaded
me. I was thrown like a pig inside the vehicle. I hit my face on a spare
wheel of the car. I can barely see the people, like if it is far away.
Q: Were there many people in the supermarket at the time of your
A: Yes. There are so many people at that time. There are a lot of them
who saw me.
Q: Is there anyone who attempted to help you or to prevent the police
from taking you away?
A: No one. They were too afraid because the policemen were carrying
guns. I was arrested at 4:30 p.m. A lot of people saw me because during
afternoons there are many people in the supermarket. Some were
displaying their goods.
All we wanted is to be released from prison. It is so difficult to say
that we will fight our case because we are just poor. Where are we going
to get money to fight our case? If they [policemen] have pity on us,
they should help us to be released. We want to be released without any
problem and fear, that no one will run after us, that we would really be
declared innocent. It’s hard to be free when you have fear in you.
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