“All of the Top Tamil Leaders are Fools,” – TNA Jaffna MP Easwarapatham Saravanapavan tells NYT

BY GARDINER HARRIS

Still, there are drawbacks to staying at Thalsevana Holiday Resort. Arrive without a reservation, and you could be arrested. Stroll too far down the beach during a blood-red sunset, and a soldier carrying an automatic weapon will appear out of a bunker, declare that you have entered a high-security zone and order you to turn around.

The resort’s website recommends ordering from the menu in advance — it does not say how far in advance — at the Palmyra restaurant, where “in addition to deferent style of choosing, you are offered Jaffna special dished that give you the real taste of Jaffna.” The waiters have suspiciously short haircuts and buff builds, and food not ordered in advance, while passable, tastes like it was cooked in a military canteen because, well, it was.

And then there is the nagging ethical question of whether to enjoy a landscape seized a quarter-century ago in a bloody bombardment from thousands of still-displaced families.

“You visited my land? How did it look?” asked Arunachalam Gunabalasingam, 69, president of a committee of families from the area, none of whom have seen, or been paid, for their property since fleeing for their lives on June 15, 1990.

Two months have passed since President Mahinda Rajapaksa was defeated by Maithripala Sirisena, whose government quickly promised to free hundreds of minority Tamil detainees and return much of the land in the north and east that the military seized and continues to hold.

The promises created euphoria in dozens of refugee camps, but the giddy laughter has given way to impatience among some, anger in others, and an almost universal realization that the postwar reconciliation process here will not be brief or easy.

“Even in the best-case scenario, this is going to be a long and complicated process,” said Alan Keenan of the International Crisis Group in London.

A drive around Sri Lanka reveals that most of the military checkpoints that once pockmarked this island nation during its 30-year civil war, waged between rebels of the minority Tamil ethnic group and a government dominated by ethnic Sinhalese, are gone. But the pain from the tens of thousands of missing people and seized lands still throbs. Almost everyone has a story of loss, and only now are those stories being told in voices that rise above whispers. Roads and hotels are better, yet scars from bullets and bombs are apparent.

Perhaps most disquieting is that a vast surveillance infrastructure built up under the previous government, while quiescent now, remains largely in place. The military intelligence officers who once barged daily into villages in the north with questions about movements and visitors are not nearly as nosy or aggressive, but they still wander by. Gatherings in the north, even for a child’s birthday party, still require official permission.

And despite the present government’s promises to curtail the military’s intrusive presence in the civilian economy, military-run stores, resorts, factories, swimming pools and golf courses still operate.

In an interview in his office at Temple Trees, the Sri Lankan White House, Prime Minister Ranil Wickremesinghe vowed that Thalsevana and all of the military’s resorts would be sold or leased to private operators.

“You interested in running one?” Mr. Wickremesinghe joked in the interview.

Yet at Thalsevana, soldiers were still building a spacious new facility just down the beach from the original, which opened in 2010. At Marble Beach Resort near Trincomalee, an extensive staff of soldiers served only a few patrons, something that infuriates private hotel operators.

“No hotelier likes competing against the government,” said Suresh K. Shah, chairman of the Ceylon Chamber of Commerce. “They make their own rules, and their staff is free.”

Mr. Wickremesinghe replaced much of the army’s top leadership, but there is widespread speculation that his relationship with the military is strained. The military’s commercial ventures on seized land provide officers not only with nice homes and vacations, but also with personal enrichment.

M. A. Sumanthiran, a prominent lawyer and member of Parliament for the Tamil National Alliance, said Mr. Wickremesinghe held a private meeting with top Tamil leaders recently and told the group that he needed time to bring in new military leaders.

“It looks like he’s fighting with the military,” Mr. Sumanthiran said.

In his interview, Mr. Wickremesinghe did not respond directly when asked whether military leaders were resisting his efforts. “There is a new army commander taking over, and he needs time to settle in,” he said.

Strains are also starting to appear among Tamils, with growing differences about how aggressively to confront the new government, which was elected with overwhelming Tamil support.

“All of the top Tamil leaders are fools,” Eswarapatham Saravanapavan, a Tamil member of Parliament and managing director of the Uthayan and Sudar Oli newspapers, said during an interview in which he repeatedly referred to the new prime minister as a “snake” who would not keep his promises to the Tamils.

With the quiet encouragement of some Tamil leaders, more than two dozen displaced families sneaked back onto their lands near Trincomalee on Jan. 9, the day after the election. The families built thatch huts using donated and well-worn materials. There was no electricity, drinking water or even a ready source of food, but all expressed great satisfaction with the barbed-wire fences delineating small parcels.
Asked why she would live in surroundings more squalid than the refugee camp she had left, Manguladevi Rasamanikam, 60, said simply: “This is our land.”

Whether it was truly her land was uncertain. The military bulldozed homes, trees and wells, removing crucial landmarks. Some Tamil leaders acknowledged that a massive survey effort was needed; others said the families would resolve any property questions themselves.

Her husband, Selappa Rasamanikam, barely moved. Suffering throat cancer, he had returned “for his ending,” Ms. Rasamanikam said. With them was their 32-year-old daughter, Routhika Mohanraj, one of the couple’s seven children. With one son dead in the civil war and another killed in a traffic accident, the couple must divide their property among the remaining five children.

As the only married daughter, Ms. Mohanraj was to get the first plot — and she had come to stake her claim. The other children would get land only if the military retreated further. Most of those displaced said solid homes, toilets, roads and schools would need to be rebuilt by the government — a giant effort. Then there are the 100,000 refugees in India who may soon be repatriated and will have their own claims.

The potentially explosive issue of detainees also looms. Earlier this month, the release of Jeyakumari Balendran, a Tamil activist who had been in custody without charge for a year, was seen as an important step toward reconciliation by the government. But the release late last year of a detainee named Vairavanathan did not evoke stirrings of hope.

Mr. Vairavanathan had been held since 1991 with no charges ever filed. Now mentally and physically disabled, Mr. Vairavanathan only vaguely remembered his years in custody, but he said he knew he had been tortured and forced into hard labor.

Tamil leaders worry that the military will refuse to release more detainees because their stories will provoke outrage.

“Once you start releasing people, things could quickly spin out of the government’s control,” said Bhavani Fonseka, a lawyer for detainee families. “Because there is nothing to stop these people from saying they were held for 25 years, they were tortured, and they saw this other person who is now dead.

Those stories could implicate people holding high office in the present government.

“What happens then?”

(New York Times)


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Yaalpaanam* –  A Docu-poem 

 by Sharmini Jayawardena

Rising to faces of

men turning into tigers

then parrots then leopards

Babies starting to read

at birth…

this being with ‘Its’ face

tattooed in a white sheathe

of guipure lace, ‘her’ eyes

in deep pools

of mascara, hair

sticking

closely to ‘her’ scalp

mouth opening in a

gaping hole in breathes

of foul air…

 

The eastern horizon blazes

in a tangerine flame

a big ball of fire

6.36am reads the time

in Muruenddy

from there to Killinocchi

Elephant Pass

clear-lake lined

grassy fields abound

cool breeze swept

the sides

of the A9 –

a mere “one cart” track

in some of it…

fringed by the stately Palmyrah

standing tall and erect

now, amongst the coconut

Mirusuvil, to Jaffna.

 

the City’s still barely awake

on an early morning Sunday.

simple alley ways

dusty by ways

that unfurl

paths to your

mind’s recesses of

a time beyond

in nearby Tamil Nadu.

 

From the Sivan Temple

breezing through town

in a speeding tuk-tuk

to Nallur

brings to mind visions

of Arumugar Navalar.*

 

downing our bags

we go where the road

beckons us on foot –

the majestic monument

to God Kandasamy at Nallur

where men bare

upper torsos to enter

its revered portals

the largest temple to a

Hindu god on the potent land

dating back to 984AD,

it’s told.

 

From here

to the Jaffna market.

Pure sweet smelling gingelly oil,

the all purpose remedy and kitchen mate,

nellie crush in luminous green

a vitamin c enriched beverage

Grape wine of the dearest kind

all fruits of this arid benevolent earth.

Salted prawns in the brightest orange

dry balls (of something that looked

like mud) and chili seeds –

“papadam” to be fried for your

rice and curry it seems

Crunchy sweet gingelly balls with treacle

crispy thin “parippu” vadai

for afters

Palmyrah jaggery in tiny woven baskets

(the eco-friendly toffee of times past)

“kotta kelengu” the hard root

Of the palmyrah – fibrous!

 

The wet market brims with

everything fresh

we are out of here

with a few purchases

and into the busy streets

lunch on tantalizing

“ulundu vadai” and tea

in a “kade”

down the road

we go aimlessly in

the hot raging sun

toward the ramparts

of Jaffna Fort

toward a sign that reads

Nagadeepa –>

 

An hour long wait

on a dusty roadside

and the bus takes us

75 miles along a narrow

road lined with clear

water of the serene

Lagoon

dotted with miniature shrines

in red and white stripes

where the grassy fields

intersperse

herds of cattle grace

Oblivious

to “Appadi podu  podu podu…podu kaNNaalae…”*

belted out in the clanky bus

fuscia shawl blowing

in the wind

i’m transported to a Nadu movie scene

the birds take fight

the crab and prawn traps

superimpose

their mirror image

sticky thin

on the water, still.

a boatman in a catamaran

ploughs his singular boat.

ground covered

now here now there

in shades of rust

yellow, lime, maroon, brown,

mustard, orange

and was there pink too…

feasting the senses

a palette unbelievable

we pass through the

village on a trail of

thatched palmyrah leaf fences

and “andiya” wells.

Charred walls of bombed out houses

that appealed to the skies

for protection and shelter

the remaining signs of an

untold war

rusty carcasses of long abandoned

over grown war machines

linger.

 

Winding our way

through the villages

we reach the pier.

The boat ride – tossing

and turning us about

like the

bus ride from Vavuniya

to Jaffna!

 

arriving on the otherside –

just the single Banyan Tree

to mark the spot

on the island of Nagadeepa

where the Buddha

had first

set foot on Lanka.

We pay tribute.

we walk through

the street of

vendors and

get our hands on objects

of palmyrah

and reed handicraft…

worshiping at the temple to goddess Patthini.*

 

this man follows me

on the boat

to the island

“are you married”

“are you Sinhala”

“I am 35”, he says

“I am 53”, I reply.

he smiles

“you will be back

on the same boat?”

he asks.

 

The pier lined with

dead coral

of all shapes and sizes

lead us away.

On to the boat,

perched up high

at the edge

we make our way

back, with the landscape

in full view

all around, the islands

afar, the water

about, the peninsular

ahead.

 

On the bus, the

time reads 6.30pm

the sun a fiery

ball of huge orange

glow behind us

the full moon

in yellowy whiteness

leading the way

in this twilight hour

toward Jaffna.

City of smiles

city of glistening

aubergine skinned

people

enjoying the touch

of a peace, long shattered

a scattered

military presence

still hold the reigns

until you are

weaned…

and freedom

completely regained.

 

You are the

stately palmyrah

that stands

on the way

from Nagadeepa,

while the other

parasitically clutches

in an eerie embrace,

the palmyrah thrives

with its head held

high into the sky

resilient.

 

*Jaffna

*the champion of Saivaism(Hinduism)and the pioneer of Thamil prose in the early 19th Century. He     translated the Bible into Thamil.

*a popular song from the Thamil movie Gill. The meaning is ambivalent. It is an exultation like “Put it that way”, “Keep it that way”.

*Hindu goddess of healing, believed to be the reincarnation of goddess Parvathi, wife of god Shiva.