Letter To My Beloved Mother Lanka

By Haaniya Jiffrey Shiyam –FEBRUARY 5, 2022

“Congratulations” is what I am obliged to say to you today upon reaching another milestone in your life history, but it sounds hollow as I must admit that you are no longer your old, vibrant self. I cannot help but lament that once you were called a pearl and now the sheen and lustre are all but lost. Paradise was your other name which you partly retain as you are now a paradise to a chosen few. In spite of your unenviable condition, we remember your illustrious sons of the past with due respect and reverence, for having dedicated themselves to win you emancipation from the occupiers.

Yes, you stood proud and tall, stable and confident although encompassed by a sea of challenges. Now you are a mere abandoned ship without direction, tossed by mighty forces in mid-ocean, struggling to stay afloat. At the helm, some other not-so-illustrious sons of yours, some in saffron, some in white, steer dangerously, courting disaster. They have no compass and no map, nor even a destination! They have tarnished your image, perhaps irreparably, and seem incapable of ensuring your safety and survival.

The pomp and parade held in your honour, under these circumstances, are sadly reduced to a mere tamasha. It is not opportune to celebrate so soon when the shadow of Black January still lingers on. The loss of other eminent sons of yours by means of murder, abduction, forced disappearance or even self-exile, required for avoiding persecution and harassment, is not so easily wiped away from the collective consciousness. To name but a few, the assassinations of Lasantha Wickrematunge and Wasim Thajudeen, who shone in their respective fields of journalism and sports, remain unresolved to date. In addition, the investigation into the disappearance of Prageeth Ekneligoda is progressing, if at all, at a snail’s pace.

It is inappropriate to celebrate. Lives lost in the Easter Sunday Attack still remain unavenged while the survivors plod on with their physical and emotional distress. To allow the guilty to go unpunished is a gross injustice to the innocent. It is not fair; it is not sane to practise such extravagance for a vain show when the average family, invaded by ever-worsening poverty, is driven to insanity in its frantic search for the bare necessities of mere survival.

The wound is raw, the cut is deep, the memory is fresh – one can never forget the refusal of burial for all our Covid-dead. In implementing forced cremation, they buried their own humanity instead. Along with it they planted a seed of enmity. Even if time heals the pain, the scars will inerasably stain the records of the perpetrators.

In this context, it is too ugly to boast of an independent judiciary system or the non-violation of Human Rights. It is no secret that an extra-judiciary mechanism is in place precisely to rescue cronies and supporters from impending trials. Is it that those who make such outrageous claims have the intelligence of the proverbial cat? It shuts its eyes, while it laps milk by stealth, believing that the resulting darkness makes the rest of the world oblivious to its guilt/blame.

Mother, your lustrous green garment is now turning a scorched brown. Gone are your forests and fields. The elephants, with depleted habitats, run amok. Your son, the farmer, is crushed equally by elephants on the rampage, on the one hand, and by the “organic fertilizer only” policy, on the other. The imposition of this capricious and imprudent decision has shaken the foundations of self-sufficiency and food security, both being rudiments of your true freedom.

Your beaches once laced with coral, are of late strewn with carcasses of sea-turtles, dolphins and even whales. The horror of human bodies washed ashore is becoming more frequent, and insinuates mysterious killings and shootings. The Indo-Lanka conflict over fishing territory has aggravated this gruesome phenomenon. Polluted waters and poisoned fish impoverish the fishing villages. The grip of greed erodes your soil, sand and stone. Even the delicate ecology of your sanctuaries is disrupted for so-called development.

Mother, you forbade us any evil or wickedness. Yet, lies and deceit abound, intoxicants proliferate and all manner of iniquities thrive amidst us. These go unchecked. Some shameful and pitiable random events in the recent past come to mind: a politician threatens a prison inmate at gunpoint, apparently for a badly-needed ego boost for the former from such bravado; Sunil Jayawardana, the Chairman of the National Three-Wheeler Federation is brutally clubbed to death near a leasing company; a mother of four dies in an explosion while using her gas cooker – this is only one of many such incidents; proven murderers and criminals are released through Presidential pardons while the innocent languish in prison waiting for amnesty; a hydrologist’s faulty assertions on contamination are misused to substantiate the denial of burial rites/rights; racist propaganda and myths are circulated to misguide the public for personal gains; and the list is inexhaustible.

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