Udis the Great, Dr. Lord's Memoir

                                                                                   Udis the Great
                                                         
                                                          © Udis Sanchez Manalansan-Lord, Ph.D.
            My grandfather on my father’s side is Cabeza de Barangay Santiago Manalansan.  Cabeza de Barangy means that he was the head of the tribe.  Manalansan means organizer, leader.
            I was told that the Manalansans owned  a lot of land, but that they gambled it.  I was told that they used to  go to cockfights and gambled land titles. 
            My grandfather Santiago was very athletic.  He lifted weight.  He died competing in weight lifting. He had won two medals and competed for the third one  at  the same competition.
            He busted his jugular vein and died.
            The land that we inherited from the Manalansans is actually the land from the Gagi.  Gagi is the last name of my father’s mother’s name.
            My grandfather on my mother’s name is Meliton Sanchez.  He left a lot of land for his three children.
            The eldest son was A.  The second child was my mother, Flaviana Sanchez.  Both Uncle A  and my mother had about second grade education.
            The youngest was the most educated.  He took all the land of my grandfather and did not give the inheritance of my uncle  A and my mother, Flaviana.
            Later on, he and her daughter mortgaged my grandfather’s land and kept all the  money.
            After living in America for about thirty eight years, I had completely forgotten all about my mother’s inheritance.
            But one day, while I was rushing to go to work, I looked at myself on the mirror.  I saw my mother on the mirror.
   Then, I wondered what happened to her inheritance.
 
            I asked my sister and nephew to trace what happened to it. They found out that it was mortgaged and about to be foreclosed in about two weeks.
            The foreclosure papers were already drawn.
            That night, I dreamed of a gray haired  old man,  as if his face was wrapped in saran plastic.  He could not breath. I woke up.
            Then, I realized that was probably my grandfather Meliton, being unhappy because his land  was  being foreclosed.
            I probably dreamed about him because I was the only one in a position to be able to recover it.
            I hired two lawyers  in the Philippines to stop the foreclosure and go after our inheritance.  I wrote about it in my book From Fieldhand to Ph.D., Ms. Asia International:  Motivation for Success and Happiness.
            My cousin in Canada sued me for defamation. She won in Canada. The judgment was forwarded to the U.S.
            They closed my bank account.
            The Canadian Judge wanted me to pay them a tremendous amount of money for damages.
            As if the Lord prepared me for this,  I just completed my second year Juris Doctor of Law.  So, representing myself pro-se,  I appealed and won the Landmark Case, Lord, v. Pontigon.
            Also, the Lord sent me the most powerful person in the world to save me.  President Barack Obama signed the SPEECH Act which stops foreigners from suing American writers.
            Thus, the Missouri Courts of Appeal quashed and reversed the defamation judgment against me.
            In the Philippines, I  won the lawsuit to recover my mother’s inheritance.  The defendants are appealing the judgment.
            I pray to the lord that our judgment will be finalized so that I can give the inheritance of the legal heirs.
            Now that you know my ancestors, I will tell you next  about my childhood in San Pablo where I planted rice for fifteen cents a day while buried in mud from waist down, rain or shine, my toes and fingers rotted from being soaked in mud all day.  I had to wrap them in rags so that they will not bleed as they rub to the mud where I planted the rice.
            In San Pablo, I had to walk for two hours one way to go to high school, and walk for two hours one way to go home from the school.  
            I walked in muddy roads, across ricefields and long deserted unpaved roads where I was told many of my people were burried during the Japanese Occupation.