adapted from an earlier myth
Bathala decides to create humans from clay and so fashions
one into Her image. The first human’s
skin is dark, so rises the black race.
She then tries to lighten the skin, making it quite fair, so
rise the white people.
An attempt is made to darken the white human’s skin,
resulting in a yellow tinge, so rise the Chinese and other Asian races.
Bathala then lovingly remakes the yellow into a more
striking hue, so rise the Filipinos and other browns. Satisfied at Her own handiwork, Bathala
exclaims, “My work ends here. I got the
right shade of brown. It reminds me of
shit, or maybe of chocolate.”
I love them Filipinos, shitty or otherwise, don’t you?
