Black Nazarene: Filipinos’ superstitious shackles
EVERY Jan. 9, as dawn cracks over Manila’s smog-choked skyline, a human tsunami engulfs Quiapo. From midnight onward, streets meant for cars become rivers of bare feet, sweat, blood and delirium. By daybreak, the traslación is in full madness. Millions of “devotees,” according to organizers themselves, surge toward the Black Nazarene — a blackened wooden statue of Christ mounted on a gaudy, medieval-looking carriage called the “andas.”
Men claw at its ropes; women scream prayers, hoarse from exhaustion; bodies topple and are trampled; and ambulances wail uselessly through impassable streets.
Each year, deaths are written off as “accidents” and injuries as “offerings.” In 2024 alone, five died and more than 1,500 were injured — many crushed, dehydrated or suffocated. Yet the ritual repeats, unquestioned and unexamined, a grotesque annual pilgrimage of pain sold as piety. This is not faith. It is a cult of suffering — colonial in origin, pagan in form and crippling in consequence.
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