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The bigger thing is to keep matchstick in box

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It is easy to see ominous signs where there are none.  Molehills, after all, are frequently made into mountains.  On the other hand, if atom can be made into bomb, we must acknowledge that society is a tinder box and people matchsticks.  Few things inspire collective umbrage as assaults on collective identity, perceived or real. 

Sri Lanka has enough collectives to make anyone given to rabble rousing on identity-account salivate.  It does not take the entire collective to feel wronged.  It does not take even a single individual to feel affronted on account of identity.  It can take either, but it would also suffice for a few shrew (misguided or otherwise) individuals who know that spark can make a bonfire to gather enough tinder or create it if necessary and put match to it. 
It is glib to say ‘communities have always lived in harmony’.  There have been long periods of peaceful co-existence, but no two communities can claim to have been ‘always at peace’ except in situations of subjugation, where the ‘peace’ is obtained at a price and resentment and humiliation go from raging fire to subdued flame to smoldering ember.  The truth is that identity matters.  It is primary source of meaning, for human beings are cultural creatures; they have language, customs and subscribes to cosmologies.  They are frail and therefore vulnerable.  Those vulnerabilities are preyed on by identity ‘others’ as well as identity exploiters. 

In short we are a nation where there are enough red flags around to upset anyone whose identity fixation is capable of transforming him/her into the proverbial bull.  Indeed even a pink flag waved can be seen as ‘red’ or read as being flaunted in face.  That is the downside of identity-fixation and I am not even sure if there’s an ‘up’ side to it. 
It doesn’t have to be identity either.  The smart identity-abuser can dress non-identity issues in ethnic and religious clothes.  Bogeymen can be conjured at will.  You talk to representatives of either of the ‘aggrieved’ camps and they would come up with excellent arguments to back their fears and objections.  One would think that the articulators are all unblemished on all counts and the ‘other’ they contend with are pretty odious creatures. 

One thing is clear.  The law cannot differentiate among collectives.  One thing is clear: no group has the right to take the law into their hands.  One thing is clear.  If you insult, you hurt and some among the hurt will be angry and of those who are angry there will be some who will retire reason in favor of passion.  One thing is clear.  It is easy to set fire to things it is a hundred times more difficult to douse the flames.  One thing is clear.  Pyromaniacs love each other. 
The true test of character and civic responsibility, however, is to desist from making statements and asking questions that could provoke irritation (irritation is spark, first spark; anger is fire).  The true challenge is to sift message from messenger, obtain word without letting its religious coloring blur vision. The true responsibility is to ignore the obvious political motivation (it is political, let us not be naïve here) and do what is prescribed in the faith-texts of your choice. 

I am a Buddhist so I will speak as one.  Buddhists, since they are the most frequently vilified (we have seen ridiculous and utterly pernicious blanket extrapolation to collective the act of a single or a few individuals), if they feel ‘wronged’ (on account of sense of identity rather than philosophical conviction, obviously), would do well to take refuge in the twin notions relevant to all engagement: wisdom and compassion.  They would do well to reflect on the sathara agathi (the four pathways to destruction), namely greed (lobha), hatred (dosa), delusion (moha) and fear (bhaya) because they make the vast majority of the population.  For when a weak man is afflicted, only a small circle of people are harmed, but when a leader is arrogant, delusional, hateful etc., nations can perish.  
No one can prescribe ways of being to others.  We can only self-prescribe.  If we are wise and compassionate, there’s less chance of causing harm.  We are the atoms that make the bomb.  All of us.  One explosion can take out the entire nation.  One can stop oneself, not anyone else. 

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Carlo’s lesson

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Human beings are frail. They err.  Sometime the transgressions are deliberate.  There are times also when poor judgment, lack of adequate information, deductive poverty, emotion and arrogance result in wrongdoing.  There are no safeguards against the former.  People who believe they can get away with murder will murder for the ‘getting-away’ is but after-thought of murder-decision.  If found out and charged very few would acknowledge crime. Most would look for loophole.

Of the latter type most who later realize the error of their ways would let sleeping dogs lie, so to say.  If error is pointed out, there would be many who twiddle thumbs, many who would try to pass the buck one way or the other, and many who would seek to dismiss or dismiss weight of mistake.  It is a rare breed that acknowledges in full, accepts responsibility and pleads forgiveness. 

Professor Carlo Fonseka is a rare man.  He has his detractors, those who disagree with him and who find fault with the positions he’s taken on particular issues.  One thing is clear: he is a man with a conscience.  If he makes a stand it is because he identifies with the particular cause.  If he is silent it is because he has reconciled to himself that silence is ideologically correct, socially responsible and politically appropriate.  He will, if pushed, defend the positions he takes. 
On January 19, 2013, Carlo Fonseka stepped back.  He admitted error.   Indeed, he virtually confessed that he was accessory after the fact of crucifixion. He asked for forgiveness.

The ‘crime’ was relatively mild.  All he had done was to repeat a lie, which he had honestly believed to be true, that the late Gamini Dissanayake was behind the burning of the Jaffna Library.  He did this on approximately 30 occasions in public forums, i.e. during Chandrika Kumaratunga’s presidential election campaign in 1994.  Now, with the retired police officer Edward Gunawardena establishing clearly in his memoirs ‘Memorable Tidbits include the Jaffna Library Burning’ that it was the LTTE that was responsible for this crime, Prof Fonseka had a choice to make.  He could have ignored, told himself that he had gone with what was thought to be the truth, downplayed his error or taken refuge in any number of absolving arguments.  He went public with confession.  He apologized to the Dissanayake family.  He asked Navin Dissanayake (Gamini’s son) to think of his late father and say ‘Father forgive him, for he did not know what he was doing’.   He need not have, but he did.  Rare. 
Confession does not put parts of broken things together.  Event, personality, time and metaphor pass and pass rapidly over crime-moment.  ‘Sorry’ doesn’t turn back time. It doesn’t draw back fire into matchstick.  It does not turn ash into manuscript and brick.  Remorse, however, imprisons arrogance, subverts righteous anger and makes healing possible.

At the same event, Dr. Gunadasa Amarasekera pointed out that the error resulted in another crime: false accusation.  It was not just Gamini Dissanayake who was vilified.  The state, erroneously (and deliberately) tagged ‘Sinhala Buddhist’ by the LTTE, Tamil chauvinists and others who had a gripe against Sinhalese and Buddhists, stood accused.  Errors of omission and commission did nothing to put the record straight.  No apologies so far.
Prof Fonseka has sowed the seeds of humility.  He can be emulated.  One does not have to say ‘You are right, I am wrong’, but one can say, in the very least, ‘You may be in error, but I am not error-free either’.  This country has seen a lot of violence.  Few are guilt-free.  Individuals can step up and become bigger men and women.  They can speak for themselves, for few have the right to speak for collectives. 

One can say, ‘They’re not remorseful, so why should I?’   Fear comes from possible political fallout.  Carlo Fonseka is a bigger man than he was.   Humility is rewarded.  In the very least it makes for less sleeplessness.  If you have a conscience, that is. 

['The Nation' Editorial, January 27, 2013] 

The thinking and making of Maha Samayama

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 On the 31st of January, 2013 and on the 1stand 2nd of February, a unique theater production will unfold at the Nelum Pokuna, Colombo 7.  ‘Maha Samayama’ is special not just because of a spectacular congregation of artists from a wide range of fields.  Not because of the numbers on stage (over 200).  Not because of the grandeur of rendering.  It is special for all these reasons but most as an attempt by a new generation, nourished by two distinctive theatrical epochs, to venture into  a brand new era without chaffing those roots. 

The narrative line is drawn from ancient but well known folk lore, elements of which have found expression in multiple forms including literature, dance, drama and song, in traditional form and modern, stylized rendering and everything in between.   It’s a legend but one which has real, historical characters.  It is mythical but in it we find ourselves and people we know, both well-known and nondescript.  It is about gods and demons, men and women, the classic encounter between weak and strong, good and evil, but laced with the nuance that tease out complexity from the clash of stark categories.  
The story will be read as per the preferences, cultural location, sensitivity and readiness of viewer, like all performances of course.  Prof. Ariyaratne Athugala who authored the script and is also the director, a keen student of culture, history and the arts, seeks in this endeavor to obtain entrance to how the human mind gathers, distills, synthesizes and reconfigures experience and knowledge.   His is an exploration, therefore, and one which draws from the traditional art forms which he believes were heavily laden with philosophical, social, cultural and political meaning. 

Athugala is of the view that if there was a ‘great(er) tradition’ it came to a halt after Sarachchandra’s endeavors and other efforts of that generation which sought a fusion of opera, the Japanese dance-drama genre kabuki  and the nadagam and relatedforms.  While he acknowledges that there have been excellent productions of the more classical forms of theatre, he believes that we are yet to forge a truly Sri Lankan operatic form. 
‘Today, theatre has been reduced to political satire where “hacking” is what’s offered and what’s embraced heartily.  This is not a bad thing but theatre is much more than that.  There’s politics and politics, and not all political commentary is about politics of the day.  You can speak of broader issues.  Power is just one element. There is ideology  and philosophy.  And then there’s the overriding need to entertain that must be addressed.  The engagement can be made richer if we draw from a wider range of intellectual and cultural resources.’

Athugala believes that the great tradition has been submerged by a lesser one but not necessarily for a better theatrical experience:
‘Aesthetics has fallen by the wayside. There is very little study of the theatrical art form and therefore its rich treasury of devices are unknown and under-utilized.  We are yet to see a situation where theater in general makes maximum use of language, music and style.  I believe there is a dire need for a theater that goes beyond words, dialog, routine characterization and use of stage.’

The older native tradition is often dismissed as ‘ritual’, but such dismissal indicates a certain poverty in seeing meaning and therefore potential for contemporary rendering.  ‘Masks,’ Athugala points out, ‘is not just about religion or exorcism; we see masks all the time and everywhere too’.  Faces, he says, are in fact masks or rather they are made for all kinds of masking, all kinds of (mis) representation.  Today, however, ‘masks are there to show white people’.  Athugala points out that none of it was ‘decoration’ as is often held.  Every element was inscribed with meaning that included psychological considerations quite apart from cultural, political and religious significance.    
‘Mahasamayama’ draws from the ‘Mahasona’ story.  ‘It is not about Ritigala Jayasena, the figure that some associate with Mahasona.  It is a story involving Ishwara, Vishnu, Basma Asura, Mahasona, the consort Sona and Gotaimbara, one of the ten yodhayas(giants) who served King Dutugemunu.’ 

Naturally, he had to engage in extensive archival research prior to writing the script.  This exercise also involved a revisiting of theater history and digesting of a plethora of traditions.  ‘There were elements in the traditional yathukarma that Sarachchandra himself did not use. 
Framed by all this the script had to be rendered in a manner that was grandiose, or rather it was more conducive to an operatic performance.  ‘Nelum Pokuna,’ Athugala maintains, was made for productions such as this.  ‘The facilities are unmatched and moreover are ideal for the visual enhancement of what’s in the words, the story and the dramatic articulation’. 

‘We need to reach and maintain international standards of quality.  “Nelum Pokuna” offers an opportunity to reach those.  But it is not just about location, obviously.  It is about performance. It is about a team of professionals working together, complementing one another.  It is about relentless pursuit of perfection.  Hard work.’
It was not easy, he confessed, to handle such a big cast.  The main characters are played by highly accomplished actors and actresses.  Scheduling had been a problem.  Rehearsals were held over 5 months, he said.  Most of the players belong to the security forces.  Given the stylistic preferences of ‘Mahasamayama’ he had to secure the support of accomplished choreographers, musicians and other important theater functionaries. 

Channa Wijewardena and Ravibandu Vidyapathi, who play Ishwara and Asura respectively, were in charge of the dancing and choreography. Jackson Anthony (Mahasona), Sriyantha Mendis (Gotaimbara), Chathurika Peiris, Indika Upamali, Badini Malwatta, Nissanka Diddeniya, Kumara Thiramadura as well as other accomplished theater personalities dominate the stage, while Samantha Perera is in charge of music. 
Channa considers this a landmark production.  ‘There is drama, there is ballet and it is operatic. The emphasis is on movement and not word.’  He referred to earlier productions such as Karadiya, Moodu Puththu and Nala Damayanthi, but insisted this was different and unique.  ‘It can be said that this was designed for ‘Nelum Pokuna’.  If there is high-tech we should use it. This script allows it.’

He believes that the main players, Jackson, Upamali and Sriyantha have their own unique styles.  ‘What we did was to use this unique character and create a different color.’  The costumes, he said, are modern. ‘It might not be easy to pick up the characters immediately.  But they are designed to bring out the character.’
Channa had to work with security services personnel.  ‘They were disciplined.  They were good dancers.  What they lacked was inexperience when it comes to dance exercises.  This is very necessary to obtain freedom of movement.’

Working with Athugala was easy, he said.  ‘It was in the style of a workshop, really.  A lot of what you will see in the performance was developed on location.  Athugala in his inimical and unobtrusive way would make suggestions.  He seemed to have studied the two of us, myself and Ravibandu (with whom I was choreographing for the first time), very well.  What we produced will require a new name!’
For Jackson Anthony the entire exercise has been extra special. 

‘First of all the grandeur is very striking.  For generations we were limited by the dimensions of the stage.  We danced within those confines.  The giants among our teachers, Chitrasena, Makuloluwa and Khemadasa developed productions that were made for theaters like Nelum Pokuna but had to be played in smaller places. 
‘Secondly, the roots, the source.  This has been drawn from folklore, our very own yathukarma.  Athugala has taken the uppaththi kathava (birth-story) of the Mahasona legend and developed a philosophical and political text.’

Ishwara, the destroyer in the Hindu Trinity, is key here.  However, Jackson points out that Athugala has given a new reading, a Buddhist one, to the notion of destruction, end or death. 
‘Destruction is really evolution, destruction is not “end”.  Mahasona rises from the ashes.  Now that’s a materialistic angle.  But Athugala adds or rather marks the political dimension as well.  The defeated is an entity that is in transformation, evolving and not dying.  There are often embers in a fire that is thought to have died.  Circumspect is called for, therefore. 

Mahasona is not ‘foreign’ to Jackson.  He has played the ‘Mahasona’ of the ‘Handae Samayama’ in a Kaluwamodara hut.  He said that he is familiar with the experience of ‘possession’.  And here, he plays the ‘Mahasona’ in a modern theater.  ‘There is a difference; but both are born of the same root, the same soil’. 
It is about root, then.  And movement.  A from-here-to-there.  A death that is not.  A real life story in which we are told we can recognize ourselves, in our current avatar, our former selves and who we are likely to become. As individuals and collectives.  A political text.  A philosophical treatise.  Theater.  That’s entertainment, put together, we might conclude.  

There are Big Matches and 'Big' Matches

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March is ‘Big Match’ time in Sri Lanka.  ‘Big Match’ as in cricket between rival schools, i.e. rivalries on account of long standing cricket encounters that mark the end and highlight of the season for the particular schools.  Since of late, though, as far as Sri Lankan politics is concerned, the big March-match takes places not at the Oval, SSC, the Galle Esplanade, Asgiriya or any such cricketing venue but in Geneva, Switzerland. 

It’s all about ‘Human Rights’.  It’s all about praise and blame. Well, more blame than praise, for only tokenism is reserved for the latter as in ‘You’ve done this and that’ followed by a thundering ‘BUT….’  Ladies and Gentlemen, we are talking about resolutions on Sri Lanka tabled and to be tabled at the Geneva sessions of the United Nations Human Rights Commission.  ‘The Island’ correctly asks editorially whether it is ‘on’ or ‘against’, implying that it is probably the latter. 
The United States of America led a bunch of EU countries in a knuckle-rap resolution in March 2012.  Previously, Switzerland, a country which believes every country should be like Switzerland, regardless of wide differences in history and context, similarly moved on (against) Sri Lanka in a previous session. India backed the US position last year.  This year, senior US officials state that a follow-up resolution, marked ‘procedural’, is to be tabled in Geneva.

These are said to be ‘friendly’ countries.  That ‘friendship’ they articulate by ‘keeping Sri Lanka informed’.  That’s like declaring war on a country and claiming that the we-informed-you part of the declaration amounts to ‘friendship’.  When Country A tables ‘on’ Country B and Country B objects, then there is clear disagreement.  ‘Friendship’ is thereafter not a valid descriptive.  Country A can say ‘this is in your best interest’ but that would be infuriatingly supercilious. 
Sri Lanka is not an issue-free country.  Sri Lanka, however, is managing its various tumors far better than countries with far greater wealth in terms of handling post-conflict problems.  If ‘human rights’ is the (inflated) issue, then there are countries that have the right to point finger on account of track records that are of the eyebrow raising kind but nothing more, and there are countries that need an immediate and long mirror-check.  The USA and India for example, but not excluding Switzerland for its horrendous record of religious intolerance and of course the xenophobic and Islamphobic  countries of Europe. 

In Sri Lanka’s case there are allegations which are moreover made by people of highly dubious integrity.  If one were to take Israel, there are proven facts.  Same with the USA.  Now the USA is Israel’s ally and friend to the point where it is not clear who writes whose agenda.  That ‘friendship’ allows Isreal to give UNHRC the proverbial finger, with the full blessings of the USA. 
The USA for its part should be first friend to itself and turn the rights-abuse searchlight inwards.   Rev. Jesse Jackson said in Geneva on the sidelines of last year’s sessions that the owner of the Drones are criminals against humanity. That statement had to be squeezed out from him of course for the good US Citizen was until that point playing what appeared to be a Washington brief, castigating all and sundry except the President of the USA.  ‘Drone attacks’ are policy executions.  Innocent people die.  And drone attacks are but one of many crimes against humanity perpetrated by the USA.

And so the circus comes to Geneva again.  The same set of acrobats and clowns will do their routine numbers.   Resolutions will be passed.  Will it help Sri Lanka, though?  Well, considering the political preferences of the local support staff of such moves and their histories of complicity in moves to destabilize Sri Lanka including the whitewashing of terrorists who perpetrated monumental crimes against humanity, few would be impressed.  What it might do is to harden the hardliners and give them the moral high ground: ‘We have treated the enemies of the state as though they are the most innocent and most wronged in the country, and this is the reward?  Well, flower-that!’ 
The problem for Sri Lankans is that it also gives the regime the moral high ground simply on account of preposterousness and the fact that the US talking human rights is made for gut-wrenching guffaws.  It makes it that much more harder for those who truly want more accountability and transparency, constitutional reform that institutes more robust checks and balances, and better governance overall. 

And if this is what ‘friends’ do, then it is better to give Geneva a news-miss and go to see the Dharmasoka-Devananda Big Match in Ambalangoda.

['The Nation' Editorial, February 1, 2013] 

Alistair Burt has spoken, we hear

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It is all about the moral high ground

British Under Secretary for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, Alistair Burt has spoken.  He has spoken for Britain, a country he describes as ‘a candid friend of Sri Lanka’.  In the classic, hold-the-hand-and-rap-knuckles mode, Burt has clearly stated that Britain will continue to back anti-Sri Lankan moves at the UNHRC sessions later this month in Geneva.  ‘In the country’s best interest,’ of course.  ‘Being friendly,’ of course. 
Burt was speaking on the topic of ‘Sri Lanka – 2013 and Beyond’ at a seminar organized by the Lakshman Kadirgamar Institute for International Relations.   Minister of External Affairs, G.L. Peiris, in his impromptu response to the prepared speech by Burt made some valid points.  Peiris asked, politely, why this ‘candid friendship’ expressed in relation to other countries (he was obviously referring to Isreal) was being selectively ‘applied’.  Israel, as everyone knows, has in no uncertain terms told the UNHRC where to get off (as in, ‘we won’t let you get “in”’).  Sri Lanka, on the other hand, engages with the UNHRC, takes note of resolutions and participates respectfully in periodic reviews, unlike Israel. 

Burt talked of the need ‘to see individuals brought to justice in particular cases of violent attack, it simply cannot be right for the accused to be walking free’.  Prof Peiris has been diplomatic to a fault.  He could have said ‘How come you don’t surrender to the Hague, along with your entire Cabinet, Queen and PM downwards?’  That would be for perpetrating and aiding and abetting crimes against humanity. 
Prof Peiris also pointed out the dangers of using a broad brush in talking about countries with very different cultures, histories and political contexts, and moreover, if comparisons are made, the strange reluctance to unreservedly applaud the vast strides Sri Lanka has taken post-conflict.   In general, post-conflict progress is mentioned because it has to be, but is always followed by unfair and shrill shop-talk about accountability with little or no knowledge of realities faced by Sri Lanka in executing a military assault on the world’s most ruthless terrorist outfit.  Britain has never ever exercised the kind of restraint Sri Lanka demonstrated in dealing with ‘enemies’.  Britain is yet to compensate Sri Lanka for the violence it unleashed on citizen, culture and soil of this island.  The loot stayed in Britain. Burt is a beneficiary of plunder.  Scot-free and rich!

Burt is out of order.  Is Peiris ‘in order’ though?  It is no secret that the big boys and girls of the international community consistently play favorites in international forums.  Where ‘crisis’ is needed, crisis will be manufactured, this we know.   Where faulting helps, fault will be manufactured.  Mountains will be made of molehills.  The problem is that Sri Lanka is not Isreal, for Israel has the USA by its whatnots if we were to go by the number of times Uncle Sam played Israel’s one-true-friend at the UN. 
That’s the small problem though.  The big problem is that the Government sweats more over Geneva than over Thambuttegama, Paranthan and Kattankudy.  There’s progress, yes.  LLRC recommendations are being implemented, yes.  If it is ridiculous to say that there were no human rights violations in the last stages of the conflict, it is even sillier to say that all that was ‘policy’, true.  Still, it is important for Sri Lanka and Sri Lankans to come clean for Sri Lanka and Sri Lankans. 

It’s not about Burt or Blake (that’s ‘Robert the Meddler from the USA’).  It is easy to dismiss them and their loose-tongued drivel.  The difficult thing is to desist from doing the easy thing.  Easy things, plural, for ‘development’ and ‘progress in rehabilitation, reconstruction, re-settlement, de-mining etc.,’ laudable as they are, are less difficult than dealing with the anger, loss, betrayal and that which is unpardonable.  Tamil political parties have played safe, refusing to come clean on their acts of omission and commission with respect to crimes against humanity.  The Government should not wait on them to make the first move. 
This year, the Government goes to Geneva knowing well that its (so-called) friends will spare no efforts to insult and humiliate.  The Government is putting on a brave front.  There’s something missing though.  It is called ‘Moral High(er) Ground’.  Moral high ground is a relative term and can be asserted by undressing the likes of Burt.  The higher moral ground is obtained by a clean conscience.  It requires humility.  It requires penitence.  It requires punishing those whose errant behavior made it easier for the Burts of the West to piddle on Sri Lanka. 

King Dutugemunu suffered from insomnia after defeating Elara.  He confessed to the fact. There was no shame.  That was a war fought under different rules.  This was different.  The enemy was a ruthless terrorist that was holding some 300,000 people hostage.  Extreme restraint was shown and that is easily established. But humans err. And some humans err to extents that are not pardonable.  Such things happen and it is unfortunate but perhaps unavoidable.  The guilty have to be named. Punished.  That is not ‘betrayal’, for turning away is betrayal of all citizens and everything that is wholesome and laudable in our society, our history and heritage.  Do it, and the Burts of the West can howl as loud as they want, but the Government will have the full backing of all the people on either side of this ‘Geneva’ and all ‘Genevas’ to follow.  This and this alone (no, not China or Russia) is what will make the difference.     
['The Nation' Editorial, February 3, 2013]

Navi Pillay rides again

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Many, many years ago a Sri Lankan cricketer who was more than a tad naughty had been caught napping by his team mates while on tour.  The cricketer had brought a lady into his hotel room.  His team mates had been tipped off and they were ready. As the manly hero went out to bat, so to speak, his cricketing friends had stepped in to cheer him on. 

He was embarrassed. He was livid.   He was small made (as in height and weight). He was relatively new to the team.  He looked around and ticked off mentally those he could not take issue with, i.e. those who were senior and those who were stronger.  There was just one left, a young and frail bowler from Kurunegala.  Our hero pounced on him. 
This may have happened, it may have not.  If it did happen maybe the details are not all that accurate.  Still, there is a lesson to be wrung out of this, and one doesn’t have to know anything about cricket to learn it. Indeed, one doesn’t have to come from a cricketing country either.  Navi Pillay, for example, may or may not have played cricket, even though she is from South Africa, but she would get the point.  In fact there’s no telling whether ‘the point’ was obtained from that particular incident (if it did take place).  We don’t know where Navi Pillay went to school, but it is clear that she knows how to ascertain height, weight and seniority. 

Navi Pillay is the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights.  If you google her name along with the name of any particular country, you will find some statement she has made (if indeed she has).  The google-weight of ‘Pillay+Country’ would give you an indication of the nature of her concerns.  It looks like she’s obsessed with Sri Lanka.  Hold on, it might also mean that Sri Lanka has a horrendous track record on human rights, in which case it is but natural for Pillay to be thus concerned. 
On the subject of google searches, if you typed the name of any country along with the words ‘human rights’ in the ‘search box’, something will definitely come up because there are no abuse-free nations in this world; paradise, clearly is an other-worldly affair.  The world knows, however, who the big bad boys of rights abuse in this world are.  So what has Pillay got to say about the United States of America?  Precious little, apparently. 

On Sri Lanka, her rants are mostly drawn from nightmarish accounts which, if you dig deep enough into source-soil, have been first mouthed by utterly unreliable ‘witnesses’.  The line to ‘recall’ is full of politically compromised individuals with multiple axes to grind.  Last year, for example, just after the US-led resolution on/against Sri Lanka was passed, Pillay issued a warning: ‘don’t harass human rights activists!’ 
That was a laugh.  Sri Lanka’s ‘human rights activists’ are either terrorist-apologists, donor-fleecers, dis(mis)placed political activists or just down-in-the-mouth doom’s day prophets.  They are top income earners.  They are not just a miniscule minority but probably the most visible miniscule minority in the world.  Pillay has nothing to worry because they are very well looked after.  On the other hand, Pillay’s decision to bat for them indicates where she gets her story-line from.  It’s no wonder that Pillay seems to have nothing better to do than castigate Sri Lanka.  It’s not enough to send a recon-team ahead to Sri Lanka, she wants to send an army too, before she decides to fly in like some hybrid of a Viceroy and a Field Marshall.  

Sri Lanka is then a young and frail cricketer from Kurunegala for Pillay. She is not taking on the bigger-made, more ‘senior’ and forbidding United States of America.  ‘Drones’ are policy-instruments.  The ‘evidence’ of rights-abuse in Sri Lanka, quite apart from being drawn from doctored footage which cannot be conclusively linked to the Sri Lankan security forces and the victim-numbers being marked with inflation and little else, cannot be branded ‘Policy’. 
Pillay has been caught with her pants down. She has to save face. Sri Lanka is as good a whipping boy as she can get, considering that other ‘boys’ would probably whip her if she tried anything funny. 

 

Thilini Nimesha lifts the nation

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Almost all newspapers on February 2nd 2013 headlined the remarkable and coincidental story of students from the same school achieving the best A/L results in the various streams.  Three girls from Devi Balika Vidyalaya and two from Weeraketiya were featured, smiling faces and all, on the front pages of these newspapers.  The fact that over 8000 students secured A’s in all the subjects was mentioned of course.  They have worked hard and have been duly rewarded and applauded too.  

With so many ‘successes’ it would have been hard to pick the heart-warmer that deserved a special ‘A’ score.  It ought to have been the lead story, some might argue, but it was not.  It was for the most part mentioned in passing.  U.G. Thilini Nimesha Jayatilleka of Ambanpiriya, Kegalle was one of the thousands whose results ensure university entrance.  She, however, is not just another name, another number.  She did not write down a single answer.  That’s what’s special.  She spoke out her answers.
She has never walked in her life.  She was born with a rare condition which hampers use of hands of legs.  Treatment required her parents, both teachers, to move her from school to school.  She studied at St. Joseph’s Convent, Kegalle, before moving to the Special Education School in Ambanpitiya when she entered the 7th Grade, a school where her mother was Vice Principal.

The Principal of the school Buddhika Wickramanayake and his staff supported her all the way.  They taught, she listened. They asked questions, she answered. She passed her O/L exam with 5 credit passes.  At the time the school did not accommodate A/L students, but since this little girl had done so well, despite all the obstacles circumstances had put in her way, the school was upgraded to allow her to continue her studies there.  The Chief Minister of Sabaragamuwa, Mahipala Herath had interceded on her behalf and with the support of the Presidential Secretariat Thilini Nimesha was able to dream about further studies.
Although set up as long ago as 1964 thanks to an initiative of P.B. J. Kalugalle, this ‘special school’ did not prosper.  There had been just 8 students when Wickramanayake took over in 2009.  Now there are 38.  The school got ‘Maha Vidyala’ status only due to the achievements of little Thilini Nimesha.  Today she is about to enter university. Today her childhood dream of becoming a professor is that much closer to being realized. 

She didn’t score the highest marks in the island in the Arts stream.  She didn’t score the highest marks in the Kegalle District either.  And yet, who can claim that she did not out-perform all the candidates at the A/L Examination in 2012? 
There must have been determination and there must have been a lot of love and caring in the long process that culminated in Thilini Nimesha doing so well at the exam.  Her parents are naturally proud. So too her teachers.  Indeed every citizen of this country ought to be proud of her and of this country which, despite all its many ills, is endowed with enough resources and love to see children like Thilini Nimesha come through with flying colors. 

She does not say it, but her life and her achievements tell all of us that we really don’t have the right to complain about being deprived of this or that.  She tells us to focus on what we have and do the best we can, be the best we can be.  Her achievement is a lesson.  Her life teaches us. 
She is tall, this little girl.  She is smart. Beautiful.  Accomplished.  She dreams like any of us.  She turns dream into reality, with a little help from friends and family.  Perhaps this is because she is willing to dream.  Perhaps the rest of us don’t dream or don’t dream as much.  And perhaps even those who do are handicapped in some way that prohibits dream-realization. 

Yesterday was Independence Day.  There were many ways to celebrate.  Many raised the National Flag.  A few perhaps would have spared a thought for this courageous little girl, for if we are to be a better nation and a truly independent one, we need more of the kind of spirit that she has cultivated.   She has made us all a little bit taller and given that little extra hop to our individual and collective steps.  If we can, as a nation, walk an extra mile on the road to betterment, then it may very well be because she decided that if she cannot walk, she will fly. 

 

Freedom is a moving target

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President Mahinda Rajapaksa in his Independence Day speech in Trincomalee yesterday outlining the immense suffering that Sri Lanka and Sri Lankans had to endure in securing freedom observed that protecting those freedoms from those who would take them away is a duty by the land of one’s birth.  He clearly made the point that political differences should not get in the way of doing what is best for the country. 

Too often people get caught up in the politics of the moment, their political preferences and related antipathies have greater weight than the consequences for the nation as a whole.  This was evident in all the war years when we saw leader after leader, regime after regime, put political expediency ahead of the need to remove the threat of terrorism. 
Politicians are good at justifying anything and everything.  Back then the key arguments could be reduced to just one: the LTTE cannot be militarily defeated.  Just in case there were people who might have disagreed, we saw regime after regime by omission and commission paint the LTTE in invincible colors.   These included the quick and regular reference to ‘Geopolitical Realities’ (read, ‘India’), an argument that was buttressed by the weak-kneed moment of J.R. Jayewardene in 1987 after the infamous parippuincident which paved the way for the Indo-Lanka Accord, the IPKF and the 13thAmendment.  Those canards were effectively laid to rest by a President, regime and a citizenry that knew better. 

Today’s threats are not yesterday’s threats.  Those who bet on failure have had to re-think.  So they talk ‘Geneva’ and ‘The Hague’.  They don’t talk geopolitical realities but throw a ghost called Arab Spring into the political equation.  As President Rajapaksa correctly observed recently, these forces have a lot of money, powerful weapons, significant sway over the perception manufacturing industry and other resources, but lack one thing: the people. 
‘The people’ need to be united, it goes without saying, if external threats are to be mitigated.  ‘The people’ are not a monolith, though.  Not everyone voted for Mahinda Rajapaksa, after all.  What the President, in his speech, seems to have stressed is that it is perfectly alright to be against him and the regime, but that the citizen’s patriotism must see beyond such things and, in the name of nation, object to pernicious attempts to destabilize the country and roll back the victories won at heavy cost. 

Now, theoretically, it is quite possible for an objector to believe that safeguarding victory itself requires a different political culture, a different institutional arrangement, a new constitution etc.  Such an individual could very well believe that the regime is not interested in such things.  As the President himself has pointed out when making observations on protests, demonstrations and even verbal castigations in Parliament, different views and their expression is to be expected in a democracy. 
On the other hand, just as the President expects (quite rightly too) that those who oppose him be mindful of the larger need to see beyond the petty political equation, it is also incumbent on the Government to heed criticism regardless of the name of the critic, his/her track record and politics.  Nothing done is ever ‘enough’.  The President knows this.   The country was freed from terrorism during his tenure.  Unprecedented development is taking place under his direction.  It is now incumbent on him to rid the country of its other enduring ills such as corruption, wastage, drugs, the underworld and not least of all the flaws of the 1978 Constitution and its Amendments, most importantly the 13th.

The President observed in his speech that if freedom is a heavenly state, then it is not a state we can create or inhabit.  He pointed out that no one is ever fully satisfied.  People always want something more.  More than anything, though, people want to feel ‘belonged’.  To ‘do duty by the country of birth’, one has to feel ‘belonged’ to ‘the country of birth’.  No leader post-Independence has made that belief as real as Mahinda Rajapaksa.  The curse of politics, however, is that no ruler can rest on his/her laurels.  ‘Belonging’ must be sustained. 
Where there was fear and silence before, there is confidence and voice. Where there were bullet holes and craters, there are houses and roads.  Where child was possible bomb-victim and terrorist-recruit, childhood is possible.  All these things make for a greater sense of belonging, to both nation and one another.  There is only so much that a President can do.  There is a lot that the citizenry can and must do, as individuals and as a collective. 

Freedom is a beautiful word.  It is good that it is a ‘tomorrow’ thing because that makes it possible for people to be better. Complacency is the enemy of freedom.  Vigilance is the price of independence.  These are things we should take note of. 

Tenderness will not be incarcerated

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‘Independence Day’ is made for photographs.  Like other ‘days’.  The Poyas, especially Poson and Vesak, for example.  We see the same pictures every year.  Head of State addressing the nation is a ‘must have’.  Then there’s the spectacle of celebration captured from many angles. 

There are flags.  Television documentaries on how freedom was won, the landmark moments and the individuals who stood out in struggle to win and struggle to protect.  Radio shows where experts are called upon to reflect on the nation’s history and the meaning of independence.  The future too is talked about.  All this is ‘independence’ on February 4. 
Among the pictures that were taken and picked, one stood out for poignancy.  It is a common February 4 picture.  On Independence Day, in Sri Lanka, it is common for prisoners of many categories to have their sentences softened.  Naturally, some are released.  Hundreds, in fact.  It is a moment where the nation officially determines that forgiving can cure.  It is a moment when the nation unconsciously perhaps acknowledges that no one is perfect and that often the blemished roam free which the less flawed are incarcerated.  It is a moment of humility and giving, a moment of warmth and embrace. 

Prisoner-release at the gates of the Welikada Prison is a to-be-expected photograph.  But this year, on the fourth day of February, there was another prison story, another prison-photo and another moment of humility and giving, a moment of utmost grace. 
Not all inmates of Welikada Prison were set free on Independence Day.  Those who did not, for whatever reason, freed themselves in ways that many of those who are ‘free’ and who freely inhabit their own peculiar incarcerations cannot fathom.  They fasted.  They went without two meals.  Four hundred prisoners decided to forego these meals.  They were not on a ‘hunger strike’. They demanded nothing.  They ‘struck’ though.  They struck a particularly tender chord in all hearts that beat in people whose eyes can see.  

They requested the prison authorities to arrange for the money thus saved to be sent to a special fund set up to obtain an artificial limb for the Colombo University law student Achala Priyadarshini, who lost her writing hand due to a medical misadventure recently.  They owed nothing to the girl.  They have never set eyes on her.  But her story must have come through prison wall, her tragedy must have stirred something that brought a word, a thought, a plan and an initiative through the bars of a jail.  Whatever it was, it unbarred hearts and minds. 
We do not know what crimes brought these special individuals to where they are right now.  What we can say with certainty is that they brought with them something that showers warmth across the length and breadth of the land.  They had nothing material to gain, and yet they’ve gained much more than what a judge in a generous mood could give them. 

The entire country was saddened by Achala’s story.  Many came forward to help in whatever way they could.  This particular act of kindness and sacrifice does not in any way take away the shine from those other generosities, and yet, there is something special when those who have little to their name except perhaps tarnish decide to do the little something that helped a young girl who suffered a terrible loss.
Achala will be grateful.  The nation too, can be grateful, not just because some convicted people were kind but that they inspire their un-incarcerated fellow citizens to reflect deeper on the human condition and perhaps draw the waters of kindness from the limitless reservoirs of the heart. It gives that much more meaning to the word ‘freedom’.  It un-fetters in ways unimaginable. 

This Independence Day belongs to all citizens, but no one should begrudge these gentle folk of Welikada Prison a special national salute for what they did.   

Miyesi Lama Tharaka a ‘different reality’ show

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Two years ago, at a small house off a small lane in a relatively small town called Battaramulla three young people launched an exercise to hone musical talent and related sensitivities of little children.  Nelu Adhikari, Kapila Poogalaarachchi and Lionel Bandara were in university together.  All three are accomplished musicians.  All three shared concern over a general decline in taste and thought that instead of whining they would expose little children to the many wonders of good music, whatever the tradition.   They called their little school ‘Nelu-Kapila Miyesi Arana’ (Musical Home of Nelu and Kapila).
They organized a small ceremony to mark the event.  They invited their teachers, among them Nanda Malini and Rohana Weerasinghe, both icons in the field of music and both senior citizens revered by music lovers. 

On that occasion, Nanda Malini offered some comments: ‘I know both Nelu and Kapila. They are both wonderful people.  They are highly respectful of their teacher, seniors who came before them. 
They respectfully and despite all their accomplishment ask with utmost humility for blessings and guidance.  They listen.  At this moment I want to wish them well and I shall do it this way…’ 
Then she sang one of her all time favorites, Buddhanu Bhavena.  Those who were there, the adults, i.e. parents and well wishers, would have been taken back to their own childhood. 

Two years later, at Stein Studio, Ratmalana, all the children who came under the wings of these three exceptional teachers, put together a concert.  Following an introductory seeking of blessings from the Goddess Saraswathi and a fusion instrumental, a documentary about the school was played on the backdrop of the stage.  Footage from the ‘opening ceremony’ referred to above had been included in this presentation.  Nanda Malini, who was unable to attend, was very much present(ed) by the rendering.  It was as though Buddhanu Bhavenawas the signature theme of the entire exercise of teaching and learning.  Bandula Nanayakkarawasam, friend to Nelu, Kapila and Lionel, a companion on this long journey undertaken by them, compering at the event, quoted from Goethe: ‘Teaching is about forming taste and not communicating knowledge’. 
What unfolded thereafter was a carnival of good taste in music.  It was a fusion not just of musical traditions but generations.  There were doting grandparents excitedly watching their grandchildren perform, children were excited about being on stage but dropped stage fright and inhibition the moment the first note of the particular item was played, and anxious parents who had diligently accompanied child to class and had been briefed and re-briefed by the teachers about costume and rehearsal relaxed as the teacher-student combine unleashed the full harvest of hard work and love. 

The arrangement of songs was well thought out.  The program proper began with the theme song Ira Handa Tharu Obamai (you are the sun, moon and stars, no one else).  The singers ranged from 4-5 year old kids to children in their late teens.  The entire orchestra was made of children.  They may have slipped here and there, but I wouldn’t be able to tell.  To me, it was all perfect. 
This was followed by the well known Edward Jayakody number, akuru maekee nae (the letters have not got erased) which is a nostalgic reference to childhood and in particular the first grade experience.  What was special was that Edward Jayakody himself came on stage to sing with the children.  Edward, as everyone in the field knows, is one artist within whose heart a beautiful child continues to live.  Speaking after the performance Edward said that this was the first occasion where he sang with an entire orchestra or instrumentalists and singers without a single rehearsal.  He was impressed. Immensely. 

‘The Last Waltz’ and the theme music of the award-winning film ‘Chariots of Fire’ followed, demonstrating that this was not some kind of nostalgia-driven throw-back into the past.  Nelu, being a versatile musician schooled in both North Indian classical music as well as western music, it was perhaps natural that she impressed upon her students the virtues of being similarly versatile in both appreciation and rendition.  There were no hiccups on account of language or because of genre unfamiliarity. 
Bandula prefaced the next song with an anecdote.  As a schoolboy at Richmond he was taken to Mahinda College along with some other boys. They had to dramatize the song ‘Where are you going to my pretty maid’.  He had been very small and very thin, then.  He had been perched ‘as a bird’ on the top most branch of a ‘Mango tree’ (made of a branch broken on their way to Mahinda).  Unfortunately there had been a nest of red ants and the ants, agitated had crawled up his leg.  They bit him and he reacted, resulting in the whole ‘tree’ collapsing. The boys had kept their composure and continued as though nothing had happened.  ‘Where are you going to my pretty maid’ was what inspired him to write ‘Mal pipee deneth arei’.  The tune itself was drawn from that ditty.  The children did not know any of this, but this fact did not take anything away from their performance.

Then they moved to folk songs and other old favorites. Threshing floor songs (kamath kavi)flowed into Ran Dahadiya Bindu Bindu, with Saman Lenin and Harshana Dissanayake joining the group.  This was followed by Ha Ha Balaagenai.  The original vocalist, Pradeepa Dharmadasa was due to sing a few lines with the children, but couldn’t make it due to ill health.  The children more than compensated. 
‘Top of the World’, ‘Dancing Queen’ and ‘Brown Girl in the Ring’, favorites from the seventies, were sung with delight, as was Olu Nelum Neriya Rangala from the film ‘Rekava’.  Bandula pointed out that the film was made by a Catholic, the song was composed by Fr. Mercelline Jayakody and the music was composed by Sunil Shantha again a non-Buddhist.  He observed that this is how it was among people of different faith engaged in music and this is how it should be now and always in all things. 

An instrumental medley of ‘For a few dollars more’ and the Andean melody popularized by Simon and Garfunkle, ‘El Condo Pasa’ was followed by one of Kapila’s compositions, ‘Sarungale’.  From there, the group moved to faster numbers, those that were hits in the seventies, a decade dominated by the likes of Clarence Wijewardena, Annesley Malewana, the Dharmadasa Brothers and others. All the children, regardless of age, enjoyed Kandukare,Kale Ukule Thiyala, Udarata Menike and Gonwassa.  So too, the adult audience. 
There are no limits to music and entertainment.  Peenamuko Kalu Gange,Ho Ga Ralla Binde, and Emba Gangasaw well known artists Indika Upamali, Lakshman Wijesekera and Harshana Dissanayake performing with the children. 

A poignant moment came thereafter when the parents of the teachers were offered tokens of appreciation. The entire audience was in full agreement that the six individuals who came on stage are truly worthy of special appreciation for having gifted our society with three exceptional artists, three exceptional teachers. 
Rohana Weerasinghe, Malani Fonseka, Amarasiri Kalansuriya and Prof Carlo Fonseka, all present that evening, expressed delightful surprise at what they had just witnessed.  They said that the range of songs was truly astounding and complimented the teachers, parents and children for having offered them a wonderful evening’s entertainment. 

They had sung folk songs, pop and other ‘Western’ songs, songs from films and Sinhala pop.  They ended with nurthi gee to dramatic accompaniment.  We saw Ala Benda Mage Ramyavan, Yasa Isuru, Kumatada Sobaniye, Siri Sangabodi and Ada Vessantara.  Clearly, the children not had just voice and ear, they had movement and rhythm too. 
The show ended with Kapila, Nelu and Lionel coming together to sing the theme song, insisting that the sun, moon and start truly belong to the children and no one else.

The entire team proved that love for music and unlimited humanity and humility can yield a rich harvest that can and will nourish this and generations to follow.  They will be that much more tender, one felt. 

This way to the guillotine, ladies and gentlemen, do not be shy…

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D.M. Samanchandra, A.M. Hemananda and J.Y. Kamalendra were names known only to their near and dear, and perhaps those wronged by them.  They have certain things in common. They are all inmates of Bogambara Prison.  All three are on death row.  All of them have been waiting to be hanged for about 10 years now.  All three managed to get on top of the prison.  All three of them demanded that they be hanged, asap. 

Now it is reported that the sudden death-wish was prompted by failed expectations about an Independence Day pardon that would commute sentence to life imprisonment. That’s another matter.  The issue is death.  Death Sentence. Legal murder.  So let’s start with it.

There was time, sure; a time best not forgotten, a time when death was the name of the imperious knock on your door at midnight, was the wind that would stir the circles of fire that lit the street corner, was the ripple that lapped on the terminated dream that floated down the river, was the scream of silence that mocked the acquiescent intellect, was the first, last and only lesson that was taught in the classroom of youth, was the ink that protested gravity and flew from the newspapers in horror, was the light in a lover's eyes at the hurried parting, and was the memory of a mother with an infant at her breast. It was a wordless certificate that young people carried in their pockets as they stood their ground, shoulder to shoulder, on the picket line, as they went from door to door seeking the mustard seed of human dignity.
I would think that legislative writ is unnecessary in a socio-economic system that has the power to construct policies that nurture malnourishment, drive desperate people to suicide and allows people to kill with impunity. But what exactly was this piece of paper? This is how the late Mr. Baratha Lakshman Premachandra read it some years ago: "That, with a view to building a law-abiding, just, and civilised society, this parliament is of the opinion that steps should be taken to re-implement capital punishment (gallows) which remains ineffective though imposed at present by the court."

There is a lot to say about "justice", "civilisation" and "showing deference to the law". Laws are nothing but mechanisms set in place by people to suit their ends. Thus slavery was once legal. In fact it is still "legal", only it has another name: slave-owners have got smarter and have expanded their vocabulary, that's all. The justice of the law-maker is not always the justice of the citizen. If that was the case, the thugs who forced their way into parliament would have been shown the door out immediately.
Civilisation? Yes, some of that would be good. How about several units of that particular brand of ambrosia for our parliamentary deities first?

One line seemed to have dominated the debate in parliament: "heinous crimes have escalated since the deterrent of hanging was removed". These words have been blurted out more or less verbatim by others who have come out strongly in favour of the death penalty in the newspapers.
How much of the trespasses can be traced to the "compelling" fact of the death penalty not being enforced? After the last legal murder in 1976, did all social factors that can reasonably be assumed to have some impact on the incidence of bloody violence, freeze? (I hasten to add that there are types of violence that are not outwardly bloody, but which nevertheless produce the same horror and the same sorrow for the victims and their loved ones). Did nothing happen in the intervening 24 years other than murderers being condemned to die and then their sentences being softened to life imprisonment and to eventual release?

Surely, the Ukussas, the Kalu Balallu, the Kola Koti, the Yellow Cats, the PRRA and other gangs operated not so much with the comfort of knowing that whatever happens they will not have to hang but with the clear assurance that they will never have to even appear in court? They knew that they had the full power of the executive, the legislature and the judiciary behind them and that any citizen, especially the bereaved, who was foolish enough to complain, could be bought, threatened or, more conveniently, done away with.
Profit had a lot to do with the mad rush to acquire as much territory as possible by whatever means at one's disposal. Hanging onto power, destroying dissent, reducing the democratic space to the dot that is to follow the definitive one-word description of that time, "Bheeshanaya" must have had some impact, surely? The implication of the said motion is that none of these things counted. Clearly the mention of the directive "Examine the root causes!" ought to have generated that critical level of doubt to stop the hang-hang-hang monologue

Let us consider the purported merits of legal murder. It is said that capital punishment will serve as a deterrent. To deter, is to restrain or discourage (from acting or proceeding) by generating fear of the consequences of such actions. Let us talk about frightening people.
I can think of no period in our recent history where sentiments such as fear and terror dominated the psyche of society as during the time-best-not-forgotten alluded to above. To a society which lived through a time when violent death was a possibility between the intake of breath and a resigned sigh, to an individual whose wakeful hours are soggy with the anxious waiting for the next item of bad news proclaiming another one of the many losses he/she has to suffer, to a people who have been encircled by the possibility of falling victim to a bomb, the pain of death dangled above their heads painted with the two words "death" and "penalty" would indeed sound rather mild. Quite apart from the summary dismissal of considering the particular historical setting in which this motion was tabled, there are two things that need to be discussed with respect to the idea that the death penalty deters the potential criminal from executing the horrendous strategy that has captured his/her resolve.

One, the idea that the average murderer, when he/she awakens on the morning of the crime, has already decided on the eventuality of the victim's death. How can capital punishment intimidate a person who, right up to the point of committing the murder, has not decided on the event? In most actions there is a degree of passion. And actions that are particularly violent such as those which cause physical injury or death, are naturally coated with a greater degree of passionate fire.
This is where capital punishment fails to contain the desire to terminate a person's life or the will to injure. Camus agreed with Bacon: "no passion is so weak that it cannot confront and master the fear of death". He points out that vengeance, love, honour, grief, even fear of something else, are all victorious over the fear of death in one circumstance or another. The hired assassin, who can be assumed to be calculating and methodical in his/her trade, is moved by the incentive of remuneration, and I cannot convince myself that the promise of money or other form of payment has no basis in passion.

Why should the freedom fighter who kills an enemy soldier fear the pronouncement of a judge who defends a law which he/she views as oppressive and therefore is not inclined to respect or protect? Why should a jealous husband who feels he has been wronged beyond the capacity of his heart to endure be scared of being sentenced to die when he no longer wants to live?
The murderer fears death only after the judge announces the sentence. Seldom before. In most cases the murderer acquits himself/herself of guilt before the murder is even perpetrated. If it is not possible to verify if potential murderers are made to think twice before they kill someone by the fact that capital punishment is a possibility that he/she might confront at a later date, how can anyone justify it by saying it is an effective deterrent?

There is a second point that needs to be discussed regarding the deterrent argument: appropriate publicity for the legal murder. If it is intended to be an instrument to prevent future murders by striking fear into the hearts of potential murderers, then it is logical that their senses be flooded with the images of the ultimate price they would have to pay for their possible infraction of the law. Instead of the executioner carrying out his/her work in a musty room hidden in the labyrinth of the prison, there should be public executions.
Galle Face Green comes to mind. Or the parliament, where the law-makers can have the satisfaction of witnessing how well they are protecting their constituencies. Everything must be given the widest coverage possible in the media, with experts at hand to offer comments, including the prosecutor who argued for the death penalty, the judge who pronounced the sentence, the Commissioner of Prisons, the jailers who did the rounds, the doctor who has to issue the death certificate, the priest who has to hurry along the terrified victim into the vast unknown, and the executioner who extracts his/her life. All of us are potential murderers, otherwise the deterrent argument doesn't hold. Therefore none of us can plead squeamishness in this matter. That is if we really believe in this deterrent poppycock.

We are left with just one other possible justification. Revenge, or the idea that an eye has to be extracted for the eye that was taken in the first place. Someone who participated in the debate whose name escapes me now, quoting Cicero said: "Let the punishment match the crime". Camus has the apt response: "No crime, however heinous, can equal the meticulously planned butchery that is the death penalty." He makes the pertinent point with respect to the inapplicability of the law of retaliation: "It is as excessive to punish the pyromaniac by setting his house on fire as it is insufficient to punish a thief by deducting from his bank account a sum equivalent to the amount he has stolen".
The worst murders, according to the law, are not those that are perpetrated in self-defense or due to insanity or in the heat of a moment of passion, but those that are planned well in advance. It is then paradoxical that the death penalty outdoes all planned murders by way of premeditation.

For there to be any semblance of justice as in the "eye-for-an-eye" mode, Camus argues, "the murderer being executed should have fore-warned his victim of his/her impending demise, and thereafter keep the victim for a certain period of time, months or years, reflecting on the event from which there is no escape."
Camus asks us to consider a murderer who having fore-warned his victim of the murder several months ahead, arrives, ties him/her up securely, informs that death will occur at such and such an hour, then uses this time to set up the apparatus of death. What criminal, Camus asks, has ever reduced his victim to a condition so desperate, so hopeless and so powerless?

If it is not revenge but protection for the rest of society that is sought, the answer is simple: hold the convicted person in prison where he/she cannot harm the general public.
There is another dimension. The death penalty is not about cleansing society as its advocates proclaim from their moral high horse. It is the setting up of an apparatus that will allow the state to offer such human sacrifices as it deems necessary to protect and strengthen the ruling ideology and its beneficiaries. This is why Socrates was made to consume hemlock, Madduma Bandara had his head severed, Ethel and Julius Rosenberg hanged in the USA, 60,000 people had to die under the operating laws of the land in the late eighties, and probably why Mumia Abu-Jamal, a black radio-journalist in Philadelphia, USA was convicted of murder predominantly white jury and sentenced to die by a white judge known for hanging black people. We all know the story of the Pied Piper.  More recently, September 23, 2011 to be precise, Troy Davis, a US citizen and a black man, wrongfully sentenced over the killing of a police officer in 1989, was executed by way of a lethal injection.

The death penalty stands separate from the entire spectrum of possible punishment for the simple reason that once executed, the facility of revoking the decision dies with the victim. No clemency can be granted. If new facts emerge to prove the innocence of the person punished, it is not going to be possible to get away by apologising profusely, offering compensation and setting the person free. No can resurrect the dead.
Furthermore, to insist that someone is so wicked that he/she should be completely removed from the rest of society forever is to imply that society is fundamentally good and virtuous. Is there anyone among us who can stand up and defend such a claim? No one can keep up the guard every moment of the day. No institution is perfect in the distribution of justice, least of all the capitalist state. Therefore it is absolutely fundamental that we aspire to create some space which allows us to repair what wrong we might do through ignorance and arrogance.

We can only conclude with Camus that once it is legislated definitively to bring to pass the irreparable, all those responsible by raising their hands and all those guilty of being silent, open themselves to suffer the unending accusation of the eyes of endless time. Are we, as individuals and as a society, ready for this? I am not.

 

India is our ‘friend’, right?

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It was not the first time that Sri Lanka and Sri Lankans have been treated shabbily in India and by Indians.  Friday’s vandalizing of an office of the Bank of Ceylon in Tamil Nadu by pro-LTTE elements of that state who are wont to shed copious tears over ‘the plight of Tamil brethren in Sri Lanka’ ironically left two Tamils, one Sri Lankan and one Indian, injured.  It is a well-known fact that for all the love professed for Sri Lankan Tamils by Tamil Nadu politicians, they (Sri Lankan Tamils) are subject to ridicule and harassment in that State and treated with derision and suspicion.  If there are CCTV cameras at the Chennai Airport, the footage would reveal a lot about ‘love’.

It is now customary for uncouth Tamil Nadu politicians to whip up hysteria among ill-educated supporters and organize demonstrations and attacks on Sri Lankans.  It is customary for Delhi to issue statements of concern and trot out assurance-homilies regarding safety.  And yet, officials have been harassed, pilgrims attacked and properties damaged.  That’s ‘India Shining’, one supposes.  But India is a ‘friend’.
A quick recap is called for.  India funded, armed and trained the LTTE terrorists to destabilize Sri Lanka to the point of annexure (ref Rajiv Gandhi’s statement on turning Sri Lanka into a second Bhutan).   The LTTE blunted development, terrorized a nation, killed thousands of innocent civilians and more than any other entity caused untold suffering to the Tamil community (courtesy forced recruitment of children, hostage-taking and turning regions the Tamils lived in into combat zones for decades).  India helped them.  But India, ladies and gentlemen, is a ‘friend’. 

India took up an anti-Sri Lanka position at the UNHRC in March 2012 and is said to be readying to do a repeat this year.  India tried to and is still trying to secure a strategic foothold via the Sampur Power Plant with exclusivity clauses as well as cost-upping inferior technology specifications.  India has always arm-twisted Sri Lanka to sign trade and other agreements with unequal benefits.  Indian companies are trying to secure drilling rights in the Mannar basin.  All for the love of Sri Lanka.  India is wary of Chinese influence in Sri Lanka, perhaps because India feels that China is not Sri Lanka’s friend and that as Sri Lanka’s ‘friend’, India needs to protect ‘Lil’ Bro Sri Lanka’.  The condescension should be ignored because, after all, India is Sri Lanka’s ‘friend’. 
India dumped a mammoth white elephant called the 13thAmendment preying on J.R. Jayewardene’s inability to do simple arithmetic.  The ‘13th’ was used and is being used by those who want a Sri Lanka break-up to concretize the myth of ‘Traditional Tamil Homelands’, never mind the fact that the majority of Tamils live outside the Northern and Eastern provinces.   India is a ‘friend’, though.   

Indians visit Sri Lanka, some as tourists, some on business.  Indian companies operate freely in Sri Lanka.  India exports a lot to Sri Lanka, including cheap and sub-standard drugs.  That’s ‘friendship’ and we have to conclude that there are nice, decent, Sri Lankan ‘friends’ who facilitate such ‘friendship’, for it takes two hands to clap. 
The point is that Sri Lankans who take issue with India would at worst just demonstrate outside the Indian High Commission.  Indians are not button-holed and screamed at.  Indian properties are not vandalized.  Is that out of ‘fear of reprisal’?  Hardly.  India has shown its worst face and ended with egg on it, ironically courtesy of the bad-eggs they warmed in Tamil Nadu (that’s the IPKF, dubbed at the time as the Illan Parippu Kana Force, or ‘Force that asked for it and duly got it’). 

In short India and Sri Lanka are friends but ones who have different ideas about what constitutes friendship.  Different ideas about civilization too, one might add.  People learn from one another, though, and over time ‘friends’ pick up each other’s traits.  It is hard to think that India would become less uncouth and thug-like though.  It would be a pity, however, if Sri Lanka became like India and did the works-both-ways-brother number on Indians and Indian establishments here.  

A cause for grave concern

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The discovery of a mass grave in Matale has elicited horror in certain circles.  It is no doubt a horrifying discovery.  The horror is such that it is also natural for people to ask questions and demand answers.  It all depends on who is asking, who is being asked and who ends up answering. 

In the West there is a word that is used in post-death or indeed post-anything situations: closure.  A friend of mine said ‘people in the West aren’t very good with death’.  It’s inevitable but it’s something they’d rather keep at a distance.  For example, in the case of a loved one dying, in the USA, the focus is on the memorial service and not the funeral proper.  Each culture has its own ways of dealing with bereavement, tragedy and death. 
The Matale grave is over two decades old, we are told.  The dead were the victims of the bheeshanaya, many seem to think.  They may be right.  The question is how did the loved ones of the victims find ‘closure’? 

Most were Sinhala Buddhists.  The parents didn’t get to see the bodies of their sons and daughters.  Some assumed they were dead because they were aware that abductions had actually taken place.  Some couldn’t have known.  Twenty years is a long time.   One stops waiting.  Other tragedies sweep over earlier ones.  Joys, sporadic or otherwise, give respite. The diurnal takes over and new routines over-script older ones.  In most cases, merit (pin) would have been ‘transferred’ subsequent to almsgivings. 
One can argue, effectively, that death is the only unguent that takes away the burdens and pains of loss.  Loss is personal.  Grief is personal. At the same time we are talking about mass murder. We are talking of crimes against humanity, and of course ones which escaped the eagle eye of chest-beating human rights activists.  These activists who talk of ‘justice for the living’ and ‘accountability’ should not be stopped by crime-date.  They can go back to the horrendous crimes against humanity perpetrated by European hordes in Sri Lanka for five long centuries, including the breaking of temples and construction of churches over those ruins, the burning of ancient and invaluable manuscripts and other such acts of vandalism.  They won’t.  Must we? 

Yes, and no.  Yes, because society and civilization require answer to query.  No, not if it is a selective exercise. No if it amounts to turning mass graves, bones and such into a political football. 
The JVP has demanded investigation and rightly so.  The JVP lost hundreds of members in that period of terror.  Indeed thousands were killed because they were believed to be JVPers or JVP sympathizers.  At that time just being born in the sixties and early seventies was reason enough to be targeted by the many vigilante groups unleashed by the state.

Interestingly, though, the JVP has called for investigations into allegations of their wrongdoing.  It’s a win-win situation. Victims of JVP terrorism were not buried in mass graves.  They were all clear cut assassinations where life was taken and body left behind. 

That aside, the thrust of the JVP’s rhetoric on the Matale grave has little to do with the horror and the need for ‘closure’ but to gather some political mileage by way of pointing fingers.  Pointing fingers, let us be clear, not at the regime of the time but at individuals associated with that regime who have crossed over to the present regime. 
The JVP ‘pacted’ with the UNP during the last Presidential election.   It dare not upset fellow travelers in the political wilderness.  This is logical and understandable.  It also points to humbuggery about victims and their loved ones. 

The UNP, for its part, has been silent.  Naturally.  In the USA, if hauled up for investigation by any tribunal, the UNP would have to ‘Plead the Fifth’, which gives witness right to refuse answer if it was felt that response would incriminate oneself.   On the other hand, those UNP stalwarts who are aiding and abetting clearly pernicious moves to manufacture crimes against humanity purportedly perpetrated by the security forces, has the moral obligation to comment. They’ve been silent.  Not strange. 
How about Paikiasothy Saravanamuttu, Jehan Perera, Sunila Abeysekera, Nimalka Fernando, Kishali Pinto Jayawardena, Basil Fernando, Kumar David and J.C. Weliamuna?  Is there silence a different kind of political football with the dead?  Are some victims not newsworthy? Are some murders not worthy of investigation?  Does that have something to do with who did the killing and does this silence indicate where these supposedly ‘neutral’ commentators stand party-politically?   

None of these people wept the kinds of tears they weep now back then when the UNP regime slaughtered unarmed youth in their hundreds and turned roadside and waterway into cemetery.  We cannot then expect them to weep now, right?  They don’t need ‘closure’ now because they didn’t need closure then, should we not conclude? 

Way back in the early nineties, Mangala Samaraweera helped set up an organization called ‘Mau Peramuna’ (Mother’s Front), which was also a ‘footballing’ of sorts, where the then ‘recent’ inconsolability of mothers whose children were billafied and probably murdered, some burnt alive, was tossed around for political gain.  Why is he so silent now? 
No one can really dismiss investigation-call on account of the length of time that’s passed.  This is why Britian is fretting over what was done to the Mau Mau.  This is why Britain should fret over nations terrorized by previous regimes rising up to claim compensation.  This is why those who are shedding tears over crimes that are said to have happened cannot remain silent about Matale.  This is why the heads of missions of the USA, Canada, Britain and other EU countries must speak out. They have not.  Will they?  I am not betting on it.

These are matters of grave concern.  These are matters to think about for if footballing is the intent then closure is of secondary import to the questioner.  That’s adding insult to injury.  Not just the dead but the living too would be turned into pawns in a political game.  This cannot be something that the nation wants. 

Romesh Weerawardena: Sri Lanka’s first International Master

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It was way back in 1980 that Sri Lanka got her first Internationally rated chess player.  L.C. Goonetilleke, then an undergraduate at Colombo University did well enough in the first Rating Tournament held in Sri Lanka against a strong field of Sri Lankans as well as international players to win a rating.  The next target was to produce a FIDE Master (FM) and then an International Master (IM). 

The best bet at a title at the time was to win the Asian Junior, where the winner automatically became an IM.  Vajira Perera almost made it in the eighties on two occasions when he defeated eventual winner Vishy Anand who later conquered the world, a fact which gave Indian chess such a boost that it left other countries in the region far behind.  Harsha and Harinlal Aturupane were probably the best IM prospect. Both secured FM titles but retired from the game while still in their twenties.  A breakdown in chess during the violence of the late eighties handicapped Sri Lankan chess severely and players of great promise such as Nirosh Perera, the Amarawickreme brothers, Athula Russell and others were all lost to the game. 

The women did better.  A few FM titles were followed by Sachini Ranasinghe winning the Zonal event of the World Championship cycle last year, which result gave her a WIM title.  On Friday, though, a decades long dream, was realized when Romesh Weerawardena drew with Bangladeshi Grandmaster Niaz Murshed in the final round of the Asian Zonal Chess Championship (Zone 3.2). Romesh denied Murshed of a chance at the title and with it a chance to play in the World Championship (another Bangladeshi, Grand Master Ziaur Rahman with 7.5 points out of a possible 9 won the tournament) and ended with 6 points, a performance which secured him an IM title.  Incidentally, Nelunika Methmini (6.0) of Anula Vidyalaya got a WIM title, although she was behind the winner of the women’s event, WIM Liza Shamima Akter of Bangladesh and Sachini Ranasinghe.   Prasanna Kurukulasuriya and T.S.S. Peiris ended with FM titles.  Manisha Gunaratne (Sirimavo Bandaranayake Vidyalaya) got a WFM title. 

Weerawardena has been among the top players for over a decade but someone who has consistently faltered at the finishing line, so to speak.  He has put together some remarkable performances but has had luck deserting him at crucial points.  It was only in 2010 that he made it to the national team which represented Sri Lanka at the Chess Olympiad.  In this event, however, he was at an all-time best, losing only to two Grandmasters while drawing with Akhila Kavinda and Murshed. 

An old boy of Ananda College, Weerawardena took to chess when he was 11.  His first coach, an old boy of his school, was Luxman Wijesuriya, a several times national champ and a man almost exclusively identified with Sri Lankan chess.  Romesh captained Ananda and was a member of the team that won the National Schools Championship in 1996.  He has also won 4 international rating tournaments held in Sri Lanka, although he acknowledges that these were not very strong tournaments.

Although Romesh first played in the Nationals in 1999, he never won the tournament.  His best result was in 2010 when he came third.  ‘The last decade and a half was dominated by a handful of players, especially Russell and G.C. Anuruddha, who won multiple national titles.  Chatura Rajapaksa, Prasanna Kurukulasuriya and Rajeendra Kalugampitiya are all extremely good players and it has always been an uphill task for me,’ Romesh said.

Romesh believes that his playing improved considerably during the time he was a student at Delhi University (where he read for a BSc degree).  ‘I played in the Parshanath International, which is a GM tournament; I gained a lot of confidence from my performance,’ he said.  Romesh has managed to draw with several GMs over the years, Murshed was not the first.  He has also scored wins against IMs.
After returning to Sri Lanka in 2004, Romesh decided to dedicate more time to chess, especially to coaching.  Nelunika and Manisha are both coached by Romesh incidentally. 

Romesh believes that this achievement had something to do with his performance at last year’s Zonal tournament when he (along with Chatura Rajapaksa) came very close to getting FM titles.  ‘This spurred me to do better this time’. 

Of the future, Romesh said that he has to perform even better and go for a GM title. ‘I have to justify the title, I have to justify the rating and I have to prove that this was not a lucky result,’ he said modestly. 

One of the more silent and self-effacing individuals in the chess playing community, Romesh is convinced that more opportunities against strong opposition will see more Sri Lankans coming through the ranks.  Players like Chamika Perea of Trinity (National Champ 2011), Udith Jayasundara (Nalanda) are two good players who have already made it to the national team and Romesh believes that if they get the kind of exposure players of his generation did not have 10 years ago, they will go very far. 

Leave DIG Latheef alone!

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About a year ago, a highly respected police officer, previously attached to the STF but at the time the Officer in Charge of the Crimes Division of the Wellawaya Police, died under tragic and mysterious circumstances.  DIG Dinana was known to have been an uncompromising fighter against cannabis (ganja) growers and traffickers.  He led a team of men 20km deep into the Hambegamuwa jungles and while destroying a ganja chena, according to ‘witnesses’ had been taken unawares by a falling tree, lost balance and fallen on the alavanguva he had been holding.  The heavy, pointed iron rod is said to have gone in through his neck and out from the other side of his head. 

Now, that is a tall story if ever there was one.  Drugs is a big business and especially in this particular area.  If bucks control politics then it is quite possible that both politicians as well as state authorities come under pressure to ‘let be’.  One year later, another officer who too has declared war on drugs in the area, DIG Moneragala, N.I.R. Latheef, is coming under fire from local politicians.  Is there a connection? We cannot say for sure. 
One thing is certain.  DIG Latheef has spared no pains to combat illegal treasure hunting, drugs and illegal sand mining.   He has had to contend with politician-backers of those engaged in illegal activities.  He has stood firm.  So too has IGP N. K. Illangakoon, also formerly of the STF, who has strongly defended measures taken by the Moneragala Police.

Appointments, promotions, transfers, suspensions and termination are often based on political considerations.  Police officers are promoted or transferred as reward and punishment, respectively, before and after elections. That’s been common practice by ruling parties over the last several decades.  ‘Loyalty’ is noted.  Its lack is not unnoticed.  At the local level there are instances where honest officers are considered a nuisance.  Those who are blind and those who are happy to look away are clearly preferred by errant politicians or those whose political future is dependent on wrongdoers who fund their election campaigns. 
The same goes for other officials.  A casual threat works most times.  Lubrication too.  When these things don’t yield desired results, then ‘transfer’ is an option.  Vilification also works. There are many ways to harass.      

DIG Latheef is not running for political office.  He seems to be a decent police officer.  He seems to be doing his job.  When an honest police officer does his job the only people who can get hot under the collar are those who are dishonest and crooked.  When cries are raised for the lynching of a good officer, then it is prudent to investigate the doings of the criers.    
The politicians, ‘duty bound’ perhaps, are now clamoring for Latheef’s transfer.  They will leave no stone unturned, they say.  They will protest, they will petition. Police officers are not politicians.  They have to do their duty, and some of them die in the line of duty.  They cannot purchase politicians and they cannot purchase supporters.  Sure, not all of them are exactly saints for there are innumerable occasions when officers have been caught napping and more, but there cannot be any doubt that the Latheefs of the Police Department need to be supported. And protected.  If politicians will not, the people must.

  

Are private hospitals holy cows?

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A little child, Buddhini Kaushalya Ratnayake (5) died under strange circumstances at the Nawaloka Hospital.  The child was admitted to hospital on January 31.  The child’s parents blame hospital authorities and allude to malfunctioning equipment. The hospital claims the child died of natural causes stemming from her illness. 
 
The story broke out around February 7 after the parents lodged a complaint with the Police (on the 6th).  They claim that the hospital authorities misled them regarding the condition of the child.  The further allege that the version presented by Nawaloka has not been consistent.  It is pertinent that the parents were not allowed to see their child for 4 or 5 days. 
The Nawaloka statement does not state the time and date of death.  Neither does it say anything about the parents being allowed to see their child.  This is strange, particularly considering the damage to reputation that any vagueness in statement can cause given the wide publicity the incident has received in the media. 
Nawaloka claims, ‘We are reluctantly compelled to issue this news item in view of the adverse publicity based on incorrect/false facts regarding the death of Buddhini Kaushalya Ratnayake’.  Nawaloka can then, legitimately, claim that delay in responding was ‘out of sympathy and concern for loved ones of the child in their time of grief’. Such corporate sensitivity is rare to the point of disbelief, however. 
We can give Nawaloka the benefit of the doubt on this issue.  The claims of all parties concerned, parents, doctors, nurses etc., however, must be verified and will be verified in court.  Sensitivities, grief and such will be bested by reason, one must hope. 
What is pertinent here is the tendency of media to name and shame state institutions and employees at the first hint of error and an equal aversion to name (forget shame) corporate entities (especially prominent ones) when wrongdoing is suspected.  Everyone knew the child’s name but there was only mention of ‘a private hospital’.  A good example would be the recent case where a law student was the victim of a medical misadventure.  The Government hospital was named. Doctors were named.  The entire state health sector was drawn over the media coals, so to speak. 
No hospital is perfect.  All doctors (like all professionals) make mistakes.  People do leave room for error.  On the other hand, if we were to scan the news pages of the past 10 years, we might very well conclude that private hospitals are perfect, that the patients who seek relief in them are treated by angels and if they do not recover it is because they came too late for medical teams to save them. 
Nawaloka Hospital has given its version of events related to the death of little Buddhini Kaushalya Ratnayake.  Nawaloka Hospital can take a second step.  The hospital authorities can submit themselves to a comprehensive investigation regarding all pertinent factors associated with this case, including the status of relevant equipment and the testimony of all attending medical staff.   
As for the media (us included of course), it is time we acknowledge our errors, flaws and irresponsibility and strive to do be less selective, in both praise and blame.  
 

Dr. Rajeewa Jayasinghe: quiet, unassuming and so very silent now

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In the university, especially in the first and second years, ‘seniority’ matters.  Rajeewa Jayasinghe was a year junior.  He towered over the rest of his batch at Dumbara Campus, University of Peradeniya.  He towered over our batch too.  Size helps.  It also intimidates, often to the unintended intimidator’s detriment.  Rajeewa didn’t intimidate anyone though.  I never felt he was a junior, not even in the first days of his time in campus.  He moved easily among students from various parts of the country, from various social backgrounds and at various stages of their academic program.  That’s not a size thing; it’s something about a person’s humanity. 


He had enough weight to throw around, but he did not.  He was always good humoured, always ready to laugh, never judgmental and always, always humble.  Rajeewa studied history and went on the secure a doctorate in the subject and an academic position in the Arts Faculty, Peradeniya University.  I studied sociology.  I can’t remember us ever talk ‘studies’ apart from what was yielded by courteous inquiry of the ‘what are you doing these days?’ kind. 

Back in the mid-eighties, knowing the rules of any sport (read, ‘if you are a keen spectator’) gave you an edge if you wanted to make the campus team and probably guaranteed selection in ‘Faculty Teams’.  Rajeewa never ‘looked’ a sportsman.  And yet, he was an excellent cricketer, by campus standards.  I remember being on the same Arts Faculty team.  Rajeewa opened the batting and was run-out in the first over.  He sat in the pavilion, clearly disappointed.  He told me that the disappointment was that he felt he could have done better for the team. 

He was competitive but didn’t let competition get the better of him.  He was the best Table Tennis player in the Arts Faculty.  There was a tournament, sometime in 1987, to find the best player in the Faculty.  It was my misfortune to draw him in the very first round of this knockout tournament.  Everyone knew the outcome.  He was kind.  He said ‘let’s take it easy’.  He took it easy and that was still ‘hard’ enough to beat me by a comfortable margin. 
Post-graduation, our lives took us along different pathways and we seldom met.  The last time was in Peradeniya a few years ago.  The same smile. The same gentle ways.  Good humoured, as always. 

And now, the gentlest giant of the Peradeniya of my undergraduate days (He was nicknamed ‘Dumbara Yodaya’ and later ‘Peradeniya Yodaya’), quiet and unassuming, is no more.  Gone, as he came and as he stayed: without a fuss, letting storms beyond his strength pass over him, without complaint, without agitation.  Peradeniya can’t be quieter on account of the fact, but there’s a still a silence. Rajeewa Jayasinghe inhabits this silence.  One feels poorer, somehow. 

Balachandran’s killers (the long-list)

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It is claimed that there is new footage about terrorist leader Prabhakaran’s younger son’s last days.  There’s nothing ‘new’ though.  A photograph of the 12 year old Balachandran ‘surfaced’ just before the UNHRC Sessions in Geneva in 2012 and now, just weeks before the 2013 Sessions, another picture has ‘surfaced’.  The ‘new’ photograph shows Balachandran alive in a bunker.  The jury is out on whether or not this was an Army bunker or an LTTE bunker.  There’s nothing to show that the man who pulled the trigger was a soldier or if the boy was captured and shot dead. 

We do know that the environs of the Nandikadaal Lagoon were certainly not a place where anyone would loiter around.  Only a fool would set up a holding-facility anywhere close to where bloodthirsty terrorists were holed up.  We do know that people died.  We know that there was a lot of gunfire.  We know that when the US targets a Taliban or Al Qaeda hideout, there is no consideration of whether there are non-combatants, children included, in the vicinity.  We know that the LTTE was holding hostage hundreds of thousands of civilians. We know that the LTTE fired at civilians who tried to flee.  We know that families get separated. We know how Balachandran died, but we don’t know where and under what exact circumstances except that this was the end-point of a 30 year struggle against a brutal, merciless terrorist outfit.

There is speculation though.  There is treatment of speculation as established fact. There is a politics of ‘revelation’, evidenced by the strange coincidence of surfacing and UNHRC sessions.  There is also the larger issue of the politics of proportionality and selectivity. The accusers (who would censure Sri Lanka in Geneva once again) are guilty of established (not speculated) crimes against humanity and in particular ‘targeted killing of children to the tune of 4000 plus!’ There is also the silence about context, especially the contribution of the LTTE to the circumstances, before ‘Nandikadaa’ and during ‘Nandikadaal’.

The following extract from a Facebook exchange would throw light on the relevant politics.  It is between Rasika Jayakody, well-known journalist, Kath Noble, a political commentator and Rifkha Roshanaara, a student of international politics.

Rasika: Clinically speaking, is there a way of substantiating that Balachandan, Prabhakaran's son, was in military custody when the leaked pictures were taken? The same picture could also have been taken at a tiger camp/bunker, prior to his death in a cross-fire during the final stage of the battle.

Rifkha:Simple logic, but some are blind, that they cannot see the 'other' side or they simply refuse to use their common sense. And my question is why do they come up with such pictures and videos only when UNHRC sessions are round the corner? Have they able to prove the credibility of the videos they have come up with on previous instances.

Kath: They say that on the basis of the claim that the two pictures were taken with the same camera.

Rasika: There are truths, half-truths and lies. In the same way, there are facts, factoids and fabrications. But any allegation should be proven beyond reasonable doubt before prosecution.

Rasika (to Kath):Claims who?  Is the person who took the pictures willing to give evidence?

Kath: Claim those journalists.

In the end, we are left without source (like the claims made by Channel 4, the International Crisis Group, the Darusman Committee and such, and regurgitated by Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch regarding 40,000-80,000 having being killed in the last days of the battle). 

But a little boy did die.  A little boy was in fact shot dead.  Few would not be moved by the photograph of this chubby, cuddly, little boy with bullet holes in chest, dead.  Few fathers and mothers would not look at those eyes and that still body and not have their thoughts stray to their own children.    A little boy the photograph of whose dead body is bandied in international forums but the hundreds of little boys and girls his father kidnapped and turned into child-soldiers are un-remembered, just like the hundreds of little boys and girls slaughtered upon the same father’s directive.  Or the boy who was sent to an Army ‘Receiving Center’ loaded with explosives in order to dissuade the Army from ‘receiving’ and hostages from escaping.  That’s politics.  But that politics doesn’t make his death any less tragic.  He need not have died and need not have died in this manner.

Who killed Balachandran? 

First: The person who pulled the trigger, either directing gun at the boy or spraying a larger target (fleeing civilians or terrorist hideout).    AS YET UNIDENTIFIED, in terms of name and group.

Second:The person who have the order to shoot. AS YET UNIDENTIFIED, in terms of name and group.
Third: All those who by errors of omission and commission did not allow the terrorist menace to be eradicated by arguing that the LTTE was invincible, that ‘the economy cannot handle it’, that ‘the international community will not allow it’ and so on, and thereby sped things along to Nandikadaal by May 2009.  IDENTIFIED: India (from dropping Dhal and giving Prabharakan a lease of life in 1987 with the Indo-Lanka Accord), Norway (bending over backwards to give the LTTE parity of status vis-à-vis the Government of Sri Lanka, USA (doing their utmost to evacuate Prabhakaran even at the last minute), I/NGOs, ‘journalists’, ‘academics’, ‘priests’ and others who consistently gave the LTTE the benefit of the doubt and tried to undermine military efforts.

Fourth: All those who directly or indirectly helped the LTTE by way of providing funds, arms, training and legitimacy through comprehensive white-washing or downplaying of crimes against humanity.  IDENTIFIED:  India, first and foremost. IDENTIFIED: pro-LTTE sections of Sri Lankan Tamil expatriates, including current chest-beaters who pump ignorant/pernicious human rights outfits (AI and HRW) and unscrupulous media outfits (Channel 4) with tall stories. IDENTIFIED:  Successive Governments that believed the LTTE could be talked out of war, most significantly, the Ranil Wickremesinghe regime of 2001-2004.    
Fifth:  All those who failed to listen to Tamil leaders when they first articulated grievances and made claims regarding traditional homelands, those who could have said ‘prove what you can and we’ll redress’ but did not.  All those who did not have the heart, wisdom and guts to acknowledge that every citizen belongs to this land and vice versa.  All those who refused to treat query with respect that demands answer.  All those who responded to chauvinism with chauvinism and those who did not need chauvinism to be chauvinistic.  IDENTIFIED: That’s us, all of us, folks.  We couldn’t save Balachandran. We couldn’t save Mahinsa.  We failed.

Sixth.  This is long.
The man who deliberately dragged the boy along, when the wives and children of other terrorist leaders such as Thamilselvan and Soosai were allowed to flee into the safety of the Sri Lankan security forces.  The man who put every civilian, every man, woman and child not engaged in battle, at risk by holding them hostage as per the need for a ‘human shield’.  The man who on countless occasions refused to engage in dialogue for conflict-resolution, banking on military capability to deliver the impossible.  The man who killed so many Tamils, Sinhalese and Muslims in cold blood that it would be a tall order for any soldier who has seen comrades die and children slaughtered to show any mercy if he was chanced upon (not to mention the fact the practical stupidity of taking the risk of believing him to be unarmed).  A man who made it impossible to see any Tamil child anywhere close to LTTE fighters in anyway other than a ‘child soldier’.  IDENTIFIED: VELUPILLAI PRABHAKARAN.

 

 

Little one, sleep now; tomorrow you will rise

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[A note on Balachandran, younger son of Velupillai Prabhakaran]

 There are those who use Balachandran’s death for political purposes.   We need not go into that very long list of names.  Then there is another long list of those mourn the shooting of a child, whose identity in terms of who is father was and what his father did, are largely irrelevant.  It’s a longer list. 
That longer list is made of people who in the moment of considering the tragedy of a little boy being shot to death forget identity and politics and draw from the reserves of humanity to sigh, to shed a tear and to write a few lines of verse. 

To my mind, no one has captured Balachandran’s fate with sensitivity, poignancy and nuance of articulation as has Anil Nishantha Lokugamarala.  He was moved to verse by the picture of the little boy lying on the ground, still and dead.  He called it ‘Bala Sanda’, playing on the boy’s name, where ‘Chandra’ refers to ‘moon’ the Sinhala word for which is ‘sanda’.  ‘Sanda’ of course has many connotations.  It is moon, it refers to ‘moment’ and ‘friend’.  ‘Baala’ means ‘young(er)’ or weak(er).    ‘Sara Sanda’ refers to the moon in its full and beauteous clarity.  The reference to ‘sun’ evokes the father’s preferred tag, ‘Suryadevan’ or ‘Sun God’. 
The nuance is such that it is hard to translate.  What’s given in English should be read as a ‘baala’  version and it is left to the imagination of the reader to extrapolate to the original. 

 

















And when the mother, that ultimate and serene full moon,
lay in pieces and covered with black smoke,
in the foreboding dark of the lagoon-strip
there arose from the bloodied remnants of life,
the younger moon: Bala Sanda

The head that tore the sun lay bared and split
with brain parts scattered
besides the raucous roar of triumphant lions
and bequeathed with a life
made of living death, death after death,
how could a mind so tender bear
the weight of a pulsating heart?

One day the sun will break through the darkest clouds
one day the sun will rise after bowing low to kiss the earth
little sun, arise then, wiping away tear
embrace the earth’s bosom, little sun,
for now, little sun, sleep on thus.

This can and will be interpreted in many ways.  Some might say it is an indictment on the ‘Sinhalese’ Army, grist to the mill of the LTTE’s rump and so on.  But what of that?  It is a sentiment that transcends petty politics and the word-wars that make the world deaf to plea, blind to heartbeat and hope.   It is, to me, the heart of a Sinhala Buddhist who speaks for the majority of Sinhalese and Buddhists.  This, more than any ‘reconstruction’ or ‘concession’ has the power to heal. 
Something happened near the Nandikadaal lagoon.  It also happened in other places.  Through it all and thereafter too, humanity, bombed, shot at, crippled and dismembered, refused to die.  Anil Nishantha Lokugamarala is living proof. 

[Published in THE NATION, February 24, 2013]

Remembering Vijaya 25 years later

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When the United Socialist Alliance (USA) was formed in the late 1980s, it was yet another Left political formation but with a difference.  The color was no longer red.  It was red plus purple.  The old guard, namely the Communist Party (Moscow), Lanka Sama Samaja Pakshaya (LSSP) and its off-shoot and therefore comparatively ‘young’ Nava Sama Samaja Pakshaya (NSSP) were of course in the picture.  But it was less red than purple, less Left than Center, less the stalwarts of the independence struggle, the ‘betrayal’ of 1964 than the clinging to an icon, a representative of a breakaway faction of the mainstream Sri Lanka Freedom Party, namely the Sri Lanka Mahajana Pakshaya (SLMP).  It was all about Vijaya Kumaratunga.

A few years later, Vijaya’s nephew and Prof Carlo Fonseka’s son, Suranga, who was my housemate in Boston, explained the phenomenon in the following terms: ‘Vijaya was popular and the Left thought that they could, through him, push their agenda’.    Now that’s a far cry from classical Marxist conceptualization of ‘revolution’, even for what certain sections of the 4th International would have called ‘revisionist’ or even ‘downright retrograde’ leftists (as they dubbed parties such as the CP and LSSP).  Even self-styled Marxist ideologues like Dayan Jayatilleke were swayed, which means that half-baked, confused Marxists like Kumar David must be forgiven for supporting the LTTE against the Sri Lankan security forces.
The masses viewed Vijaya in terms very different to how the Left saw him.  His relative position in the politico-ideological spectrum was hardly important to them.  Vijaya was a celluloid hero true but one whose humanity in real life was abundantly acknowledged by each and every person who had opportunity to meet him.  Wherever he went, there were crowds.  Whether these crowds were equivalent to ‘votes’ is of course another matter, Vijaya never won an election after all and even if, as alleged, he was robbed of victory no one will claim he was going to win in a landslide. 

At the time, though, it is quite understandable that Old Left saw in Vijaya a ray of hope given the state of the Left’s political fortunes.  A breakaway faction from the SLFP, after all, is something much bigger than a splinter from the splintered Left, even an SLFP in the doldrums, one might add.
And so, Vijaya was to be the ‘Left Candidate’ in 1988.  Vijaya was to spearhead the campaign for the Provincial Councils to be held a few months later.  The SLFP may or may not have been worried, but there was no reason for the UNP to be scared.  Vijaya would split the opposition vote.  This was obvious.  A Vijaya-less USA contesting in elections boycotted by the SLFP did not make any waves, even if one were to factor in election malpractices of the kind we haven’t seen since 2001. 

The JVP, then proscribed, and operating through its proxies, principally the Inter University Student Federation (IUSF) and the secretive ‘Deshapremis Janatha Vyaparaya’ (DJV), on the other hand, did have reason to worry.  Vijaya was appealing to the JVP’s political base, the rural masses probably including significant sections of the youth.  Whatever misgiving the people had of the Old Left, they loved Vijaya.  They loved him even though they may not have agreed with him on the thorny issue of the Indo-Lanka Accord and its outcome: the IPKF and the 13thAmendment. 
It was then not about elections.  It was about the movement of political loyalties on both political and non-political grounds in a country that fast moving towards anarchy.  The regime was dictatorial and unpopular.  The JVP had chosen to go the way of armed insurrection. The SLFP was painting itself out of the picture.  Sarath Muttetuwegama, the one-man opposition, virtually, was dead. The LTTE had earned a breather courtesy India.  The Indians were here.  Vijaya emerged in this context and with a message that appealed to left-leaning youth of both the Sinhala and Tamil communities (the EPRLF and PLOTE were ‘friends’ and were ‘unofficially’ included in the Alliance). 

On February 16, 1988, Vijaya Kumaratunga was gunned down.  The JVP never accepted responsibility, but then again the JVP still operates as though its political hands are clean.  I remember meeting a staunch JVP supporter at the Galaha Junction. We walked towards the Arts Faculty together.  He referred to the poetic note penned by Sirilal Kodikara in the Communist Party newspaper, Aththa (The Truth) under the name ‘Ranchagoda Lamaya’.  The finger was pointed at two personalities: ‘Jaathivaadaye visa kiri pevu amma’ (The mother who fed the poisoned milk of racism) and to the ‘father’ who promoted political assassinations and terrorism (I forget the exact lines).  There’s truth in this, because that strange ‘couple’ (individuals or perhaps political realities) were indeed culpable.  But it was hard to swallow what was implied: the trigger-puller and the person who ordered the assassination, were somehow guiltless or that they were only marginally implicated. 
The JVP-led ‘Action Committee’ of Peradeniya did not permit any form of mourning.  Vijaya was ridiculed for crimes of omission and commission. Very few saw mirth in these insults.  Vijaya was a personality that was larger than political loyalties and antipathies.  You did not have to agree with him to like him.  You did not have to like him to mourn him. 

Had he lived?  Well, that’s conjecture but the political equation was such that he would not have stumped either the UNP or the SLFP.  He was assassinated. The USA, icon-less, floundered.  Many key activists of the SLMP were killed.  After the bheeshanaya, Vijaya’s widow went back to the SLFP and took with her key figures of the party.  From 1994 to 2005, one can argue, we had an SLMP President, but that’s taking ‘logic’ too far. 
As for the USA, it happily or unhappily joined hands with the UNP in the face of the JVP onslaught, with leader after leader being assassinated.  The SLMP split, one faction being led by Chandrika into the SLFP and the other, led by Ossie Abeygunasekara going green.  The Old Left, predictably, stood with the SLFP. 
It’s twenty five years since Vijaya was slain.  Since then we’ve had ‘stars’ take to politics.  None have had the appeal that Vijaya had.  Maybe they were smarter, less innocent, for twenty five years later, they are ‘somewhere’.  Vijaya is no more.  Whether this is good or bad, is another story.  We lost a great actor, a magnetic personality, a fledgling politician (all things considered). A good man, certainly.  
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