The Phillipines

The Columbia Broadcasting System presents Norman Corwin's One World Light, said United States Ambassador McNutt. I feel that democracy is firmly rooted in... Said the Filipino scientist Dr. Lava.

On the contrary, what's happening is that there is actually no democracy in spite of Mr. McNutt. You have just heard two among several voices and sounds recorded inside the Philippine Islands. To be heard tonight on this tenth of a series of thirteen broadcasts, based on Norman Corwin's recent 37,000 Global Tour as first winner of the Wendell Wilkie One World Flight Award.

This is Norman Corwin. The plane from Tokyo to Manila lands at Naha Okinawa around midnight for fuel and passengers and it stays on the ground for two hours. To thousands of American boys, it had been a last stop, but there was nothing around the airport now to indicate that a war had blown through here.

It seemed in the dead of night like any wayside fueling stop on a long flight. A shack or two with a radio range, a small control tower, nothing for the traveler to do but sit or stroll.

The moon was bright overhead, but off on the horizon, lightning jabbed the sky with silent flashings like the ghost of some bygone battle. I ambled around the field, found a ping pong table on its last three legs, long ago abandoned to the weather.

I stretched out on it. The night was calm and cool and quiet, and I thought as I watched the distant electrical storm of some of the heart and turbulent countries we had visited in the course of the one world flight.

The peace was now 13 months old and men were still killing each other over political differences. In Poland, Italy, India, China, there was violence ranging from throat slitting in a back alley, through pogroms, riots, and civil war. I wondered about dispatches which had been coming out of our next stop, reports of attacks by Philippine military police against a peasant movement in