I spent seven months in the Philippines and was lucky to be in the right place at the right time.
I was one of the first to enter the Malacanang Palace after Marcos fled. I called my illustrations editor, Elie Rogers, from Imelda Marcos's bedroom and saw first hand her sumptuous wardrobe. Looters were grabbing things. Some were so loaded down they could hardly walk.
On the desk, I saw a communique from the White House warning Marcos against using force. The palace was strewn with fast-food chicken and noodle containers from a final meal. In the chapel, I saw the palace staff praying.