Time to get angry
We need to stop falling for the press releases. We need to stop letting macroeconomics gaslight our daily suffering. It is time to get angry.
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Daily TribuneWe need to stop falling for the press releases. We need to stop letting macroeconomics gaslight our daily suffering. It is time to get angry.
Congratulations, Philippines! Pop the champagne, roll out the red carpet and update your resumes. According to the World Bank, we have officially broken out of our nearly four-decade slump and ascended into the holy grail of economic classification: Upper Middle Income Country status.
Let’s take a collective bow. Feel richer yet?
No? You’re not alone. Because while billionaires in Makati boardrooms toast to a Gross National Income per capita that looks stunning on a spreadsheet, the mother in Tondo is still stretching a hundred pesos to feed a family of five.
This “upgrade” is a ghost. We are being told we’ve made it to the VIP lounge, but we are still standing outside in the rain, soaked to the bone, watching the elite drink from the upper deck.
The receipts of our reality
Let’s talk about what this shiny new title conveniently covers up. While the government brags about “broad-based economic expansion,” the national debt has quietly ballooned to a jaw-dropping P18.55 trillion. Think about that.
We are supposedly an upper-middle-income nation, yet every single Filipino child born today inherits a massive, crushing debt before they even take their first breath. Where did that money go? It certainly didn’t go into our streets, which morph into raging, garbage-strewn rivers the moment a tropical storm passes by.
Millions of pesos are funneled into “flood control projects” every fiscal year, yet our primary mode of rainy day transportation remains the makeshift Styrofoam boat. If we are so rich, why does a two-hour downpour still paralyze the capital of an upper-middle-income country?
A systemic collapse
Look inside our classrooms, where the true future of this country is being molded — or rather, neglected. We aren’t just suffering from a deteriorating quality of education; we are witnessing a complete systemic collapse.
Our students consistently rank at the bottom of international literacy and math assessments.
Worse, our schools — once considered sacred sanctuaries — are now marred by campus violence and trauma. We are failing our youth on two fronts: we aren’t giving them the tools to think, and we aren’t keeping them safe enough to learn.
The real wake-up call
This is the ultimate sucker punch: Upper-middle-income status doesn’t mean the poor became middle class; it just means the ultra-rich got exponentially richer. The gap hasn’t closed; the ladder just got taller, and the bottom rungs are rotting away.
We need to stop falling for the press releases. We need to stop letting macroeconomics gaslight our daily suffering. It is time to get angry. We must demand that the numbers on a World Bank report finally match the reality on the ground. Until our schools are safe, our streets are dry, and our people are fed, that “upper-middle-income” badge isn’t an achievement. It’s an indictment.
Wake up, Philippines. A gilded cage is still a cage.
