Biography of Emilio Jacinto
Biography of Emilio Jacinto
Biography of Emilio Jacinto
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Name: Emilio Jacinto – (December 15, 1875 to April 16, 1899)
Born: December 15, 1875
Father: Mariano Jacinto
Mother: Josefa Dizon
Better Known: Brain of the Katipunan
Emilio was born in Trozo, Manila on December 15, 1875. When his father,
Mariano Jacinto died, his mother Josefa Dizon, a midwife, had to work harder
to support his studies. Later, he was forced to live with his uncle, Don Jose
Dizon, who enrolled him at the San Juan de Letran College. Then he
transferred to the University of Santo Tomas to take up Law. His studies
however, were interrupted when he joined the katipunan at the start of the
Philippine Revolution in 1896. His sad experiences with his Spanish
classmates, his sensitivity to the flight of his people, and his readings about
the Spanish injustices led him to do so against the wishes of his mother and
his uncle. He was only 19 years old, but became one of the ablest leaders of
the Katipunan. To Bonifacio, he was an adviser, a secretary, and a fiscal. He
edited the Ang Kalayaan, the newspaper of the Katipunan which informed
the people of the aims and activities of the association. He wrote the Kartilla,
the primer of the Katipunan which contained its rules and regulations. He
supervised the manufacture of gunpowder. Thus, he was called the “Brain of
the Katipunan.”
Jacinto was also a poet. His greatest poem was “A La Patria,” inspired by
Rizal’s “Ultimo Adios.” It was signed “Dimas-Ilaw,” Jacinto’s pen name.
In one of the battles in Majayjay, Laguna, Emilio Jacinto was wounded
critically; he died on April 16, 1899 at the age of 24.
Liwanag at Dilim
(Light and Darkness)
a La Patria
(To The Fatherland)
Dimas-Ilaw
October 8, 1897
Liberty will always have the champions while there are tyrants
alive.
And our faith will not perish - while there is life, there is hope!
Silent forces are working while a false calm is reigning
Calm precedes the storm - soon will the hurricane rage,
And with more firmness, more prudence will our work we
continue
And start the struggle again, but with more ardor and
strength,
Till in the end we shall triumph, till dried your tears shall be.
Fatherland, idolized, precious, as your sorrows are growing
So our love grows again, your affection for thee,
Do not lose hope or courage, for from the wound, the gaping,
Always the blood will flow, while there is life in us,
And we shall never forget thee in eternity’s space.