The Negros Nine Development Foundation, Inc. and its partner Katilingban sa
Organikong Panguma joined the Caravan for Peace conducted by the Diocese of
Kabankalan last March 2010.
Sitios Talimagaw and Kalagmakan has been declared as the Zone of Peace by Bishop Patricio Buzon and the clergy of Kabankalan.
The declaration of the two sitios is in line with the peace program of the Diocese. This will further hinder armed group from entering the area and promote a gunless community.
Only members of the Philippine National Police are allowed to carry arms in the implementation of their duty to curtail criminalities in the two areas.
Bishop Buzon lauded the members of the Kristianong Katilingban in their
courage to stand up and struggle for peace.
“Peace building must begin with one self,” he further stressed.
On the other hand, Rev. Fr. Brian E Gore, in his speech told the” members to further strengthen their collective action in achieving the real essence of peace.”
Three hundred members of the Kristianong Katilingban from different parishes
joined the Caravan for Peace.
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Father Brian Gore was sent to the Philippines after his in ordination in 1969. He arrived on the sugar-rich island of Negros where he worked among the poor until his arrest in 1982...~ more ~ |
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by Columban Fr. Robert Burke
This is about the Long March, or Exodus '84, to allow it a scriptural description, three days of torrid sun and long kilometers from Kabankalan to Bacolod , a distance of about ninety-five kilometers, or approximately sixty miles. I was there. A long line of marchers (numbering at the start more than 1500) carrying streamers and placards moved over a hot asphalt road like a colony of ants, twisting into curves, seemingly endless.