San Francisco was treated to a very rare sight of brightly colored tops, skirts and trousers sauntering downhill along Sutter Street toward Montgomery. Passers-by were curious. Who are they? What’s going on? Their quizzical looks darted from the colorfully beaded combs down to the leather-clad feet of these mysterious visitors. “They’re indigenous people from the Philippines here to celebrate the opening of the textile art exhibit at the Mills Building on 220 Montgomery," someone finally provided the answer to the unasked question.
Members of the indigenous peoples, IP in shorthand, thrust their smart phones in the air as they soaked in the warm afternoon sun sneaking through the high rises that loomed over the financial district. Tiny cowrie shells and brass bells dangling from waistbands shivered and tinkled against the harsh city traffic. A young couple from the T’boli, paused in front of an open space rimmed by an iron fence and a flower box teeming with well-fed fescue. Extending their arms in a playful cinematic pose, they grinned widely, taunting smart phone cameras pointed in their direction. They were, as with everyone else in the group, quite delighted to be in the city that they’ve only heard of, with its Golden Gate bridge and foggy harbor. The group is called Dayaw International. In dialect, dayaw means “to present their essential selves.” (More)