*this came in the mail...*

Harvard Law School 2007 Student Commencement Address by Oscar Franklin
Barcelona Tan (Philippines) .

Dean Kagan, Vice-Dean Alford, professors, classmates, families, and
friends. Let me first thank our tireless graduate program staff. They
were the first friendly faces who greeted me, told me which functions
offered free food, and what to do if you faint during your final
exams. Assistant Dean Jeanne Tai, Nancy Pinn, Heather Wallick, Curtis
Morrow, Jane Bestor, Chris Nepple, April Stockfleet: This year would
not have been possible without you.

But this goes to everyone: Thank you all for truly making us feel part
of this community. We LLMs became your fellow students after your
Salsa Party, Chinese and Korean New Year, African Night, and our
International Party.

To honor you, we took Europe by storm, winning in the inaugural
Negotiation Challenge, in the European Law Moot Court, and in the
Willem Vis International Commercial Arbitration Moot Court. Of course,
you truly become part of Harvard Law School when you're featured in
the Parody.

Not so long ago, Cambridge seemed a strange, unfriendly place
especially when I first saw Gropius. I went to John Harvard's with
the British, who began chittering in an alien language. I later
discovered it was actually English -- the real English. I complained I
was not used to cold, but a Saudi Arabian reminded me that you can fry
eggs on a sidewalk in Riyadh. An
Italian gave me tips on women because Italian men are the world's greatest
lovers, with the disclaimer that their style does not work on American
women. A Malaysian was asked to explain the religious significance of
the color of her hijab, or headscarf. She would answer: It had to
match her
blouse.

Soon, we found that great substance that keeps any law school
together: alcohol. On New Year's Eve, a Belarusian handed me a glass
of vodka, but scolded me when I began to sip it. Sipping, he
emphasized, was not the Slavic way. I shared a Frenchman's champagne,
a Peruvian's pisco sour, a Costa Rican's pina colada, a Brazilian's
caipirinha, a Mexican's tequila, and a Japanese's sake. And apologies
to the Germans, but I learned how even weak American beer enlivens an
evening when you drink it with the Irish.

We found greater common ground: The Swiss complained about American
chocolate, the New Zealanders complained about American cheese, the
Sri Lankans complained about American tea, the Indians complained
about the lack of vegetarian food, and everyone complained that
American food makes you fat. An Austrian made homemade apfelstrudel.
A Nigerian made homemade fried plantains. The Pakistanis made a non
spicy version of keema, and I only needed eight glasses of water
during the meal. All the Americans had was Three Aces pizza.

As for me, I come from the Philippines, a former American colony best
known for Imelda Marcos's shoe collection. I remember being a six-year
old watching my parents walk out of our house to join the crowds
gathering to depose the dictator Ferdinand Marcos and form human walls
against tanks. I remember being a twenty-year old in a different crowd
deposing a different but equally corrupt president.

It was liberating to hear how a Chilean danced with crowds in the
streets when Pinochet was arrested. How the Chinese come to grips
with Tiananmen Square, while convinced that one cannot transplant
American-style government wholesale to Beijing. How life changed in
the former Soviet Union; how it was like growing up in a fledgling
Eastern European country. How a Pakistani discussed Musharraf's
assault on judicial independence
with a South African worried about Mugabe's own acts in Zimbabwe.

It was even more liberating to hear from a Korean prosecutor how his
country sent two former presidents to jail. How the Swiss have
preserved their tradition of independence and referendum. How Ghana
threw off
its colonial fetters and inspired a conscious African solidarity. How
a Bhutanese wants to help shape her constitution after her king
voluntarily gave up absolute power.

I cannot deny that our generation's issues will be complex, but I can
guarantee that they will never be abstract, not after having a
classmate who was an Israeli army drill sergeant, not after having a
Chinese classmate with a Taiwanese girlfriend, nor after having a
classmate chased by gunmen out of
Afghanistan. In fact, when George W. Bush's speechwriter visited, my
Iranian classmate introduced himself, "Hi, I'm from an Axis of Evil
country."

Friends, my most uplifting thought this year has been that the more we
learn about each other, the more we realize that we are all alike, and
the more we inspire each other to realize our most heartfelt
yearnings. My single most memorable moment here came when I met South
African Justice Albie Sachs, left with only one arm after an
assassination attempt during apartheid.

My classmate stood up and said: "South Africa is the world's second
most unequal country. I come from Brazil, the world's most unequal
country, and I admire how the South African Constitutional Court has
inspired the progress of human rights throughout the world."

And this is how Harvard has changed us. We recall struggling with
English to keep pace with the world's most brilliant professors,
especially with Elizabeth Warren's Socratic blitzkriegs, and we thank
Harvard for raising our thinking to a higher, broader level.

But even the most powerful ideas demand passion to set them aflame.
The passion we ignite today is fueled by a collage of vignettes that
will remind us in this crucible of life that our peers in faraway
lands face the same frustrations, the same nation building ordeals,
the same sorrows, and ultimately, the same shared joys and triumphs.

How do a mere 700 change the world, even with overpriced Harvard
diplomas? Before a great battle in China's Spring and Autumn Period,
the legendary King Gou Jian of Yue was presented with fine wine. He
ordered his troops to stand beside a river, and poured the wine into
it. He ordered them to drink from the river and share his gift. A
bottle of wine cannot flavor a river, but the gesture so emboldened
his army that they won a great victory. We of the Class of 2007 shall
flavor this earth, whether we be vodka, wine, champagne, pisco sour,
pina colada, caipirinha, tequila, sake, jagermeister, raki, Irish
stout, Ugandan Warabi, or Philippine lambanog.

Thus, my friends --and this includes our American classmates who will
soon lead the world's lone superpower -- let us transcend our individual
nationalities and affirm that we are citizens of the world. Maraming
salamat po, at mabuhay kayong lahat.*Thank you and long live you all.*

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