They are sum total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand. I have but a few world possessions, mostly rags. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me. It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. But I have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution. I have labored on a patch of land not mine. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children.
I am a tenant… My father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him. I am here not to ask for pity but for justice. I have committed murder, deliberate, premeditated murder. They are crimsoned with the blood of a man I have just killed.
