Monday, December 8, 2025

The Day We All Got Our Names: Claveria’s Quiet Revolution

Governor General Narciso Claveria’s 1849 decree giving Filipinos their surnames remains one of the most quietly transformative events in our history—quiet because it involved no battles or revolutions, yet transformative because it reshaped the identity of millions. Before Claveria, most natives used only a single name or a baptismal name, creating confusion in legal records, tax rolls, and church documents.

Entire towns might have dozens of Juan de la Cruzes, with no way to tell families apart. To solve this administrative chaos, Claveria introduced the Catálogo Alfabético de Apellidos, a meticulous, almost obsessive list of tens of thousands of surnames—Spanish, local, Mexican, botanical, geographical, and sometimes whimsically invented. 


Using this catalog, local officials assigned surnames alphabetically by barrio or by whatever system they found convenient, which is why one town might be filled with the Almedas and the Arces, while neighboring barangays house clusters of Bautistas, Cruzes, Dimaculangan, or Policarpio.

What began as a bureaucratic act soon became a cultural imprint. Families long identified by lineage or locality suddenly found themselves bearing surnames that had nothing to do with ancestry, ethnicity, or profession. A farmer in Ilocos could become a “Villanueva,” while a fisherman in Bicol could turn into a “Ramos” or a “Mercado” simply because the local gobernadorcillo read those names aloud that day.

 Some indigenous families kept their native surnames only if they could prove continuous use for at least four generations; many others had theirs replaced entirely. 

This naming overhaul also revealed the colonial obsession with order—Claveria wanted to rationalize taxation, streamline governance, and suppress the mobility of “wandering natives” (his term), but unintentionally he gave Filipinos one of the most enduring markers of identity.

Today, our surnames—whether Spanish-looking like Santos, poetic like Mabini, homegrown like Macapagal, or unique like Dagohoy and Lacson—carry this imprint of colonial administration. They are reminders of a moment when identity was reorganized from above, yet ultimately adopted from below, woven into the stories of families who made these names their own.

 In a country where history often arrives through conquest, rebellion, or catastrophe, Claveria’s surname decree stands out as a quieter but equally powerful force—one that still lives with us every time we sign a document, meet a stranger, trace a family tree, or simply introduce ourselves.

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