[Rear View] At The Hague, migrant Filipinos pray for the death-dealing father who mocked God 

They arrived in trickles, gathering in front of the prison fortress in the dead of night, oblivious to the biting cold they had cursed years ago when their longing for safety and shelter for kin took them to distant lands where evenings are longer and the cold nights bite fingers and toes. At the prison gates they came to record on their camera phones the arrival of the former president, whom they call Father, still with much affection three years after the end of a reign soaked in the blood of innocents.