ஞாயிறு, டிசம்பர் 14, 2008

Srilankan Tamil diaspora writer Shobasakthi



Srilankan Tamil diaspora writer Shobasakthi

Book Review: Beggars are also human

by Charles Sarvan


Poor in paradise. Yke Berkouwer’s,

‘Anusha: a homeless life in Sri Lanka’.


Vishva Lekha Publishers, Colombo, 2005.


Sri Lanka is advertised as "the paradise isle" but what makes an impact on anyone with a social conscience arriving in Colombo is the prevalence of poverty: those on an inadequate wage, the unemployed, and the ubiquitous presence of hinganno (beggars). The same applies to some countries in Asia, Africa and South America. Unfortunately, there is no poverty (dearth) of poverty, despite the slogan "There’s enough for everyone". Perhaps, almost a quarter of the population of Sri Lanka lives below the poverty-line. Leading Sri-Lankan writer, Carl Muller, cited (personal email, 2 December 2008) the reckoning as close to 40%, with the number of beggars in Colombo estimated at about 50,000. (He cautioned these were statistics given by the opposition in parliament.) Berkouwer writes that some of the beggars are barely able to drag themselves to two or three cars before the traffic-light changes from red to green (p. 5). Those who can’t move at all are set down by the traffic-light, and they sit there, all day long. There are women with infants or little children, either their own or hired for the day. One woman, when she reaches a car, pulls out the cotton wool "to show advanced cancer of the ear". Some have been so dulled by their life that even a generous gift doesn’t produce reaction. Rain makes begging very difficult: no begging, no money; no money, no food; no food, hunger. The author worked in a Colombo hospital from 2002 to 2005, during which time he befriended a hingannek (a beggar), the eponymous Anusha, and her family, gaining some insight into the life of the hinganno. The result (translated from the original Dutch) is a self-effacing, almost self-deprecating, work with Berkouwer suggesting he helped to gain sociological insight. He makes little of his generosity with the thought of his tennis-club bill, not to mention the much higher bill of a friend at the golf-club. Circumspect, the author confines himself to Anusha: he does not generalize nor claim wider conclusions.

We categorise, assume we know; react and behave accordingly - be it to the label "African", "Muslim", "Tamil" or "beggar". Once the group is classified, the assumption is that we know the essence about all the individuals who belong to that group: "There is nothing more to learn […] They are hinganno" (p. 12). But hinganno, being also human, have problems and worries, concerns and wishes, love and passion. Anusha emerges from anonymous beggar to mother "with an extensive and fascinating family life, a husband and an ex-lover" (p. 77).

The hinganno lie, habitually, sometimes needlessly, and are unembarrassed when detected: mere day-to-day existence being precarious, they must dispense with the niceties of ethics. Gemunu Rathnayake, despite his Sinhalese name, is said to be Tamil. Had he then taken the name as a survival-strategy? Much remains unclear to author – and to us. Meek and avoiding confrontation with society and state, the beggars are also (understandably) prone to sudden and quite disproportionate fury, their anger and violence being vented, usually, on those of their class and station, fellow victims.

Anusha’s father was also a beggar. Class-levels tend to perpetuate themselves: Born poor, remain poor. Anusha, born 1973, spent the first 32 years of her life begging on the streets, and sleeping on the pavement. She has six children (at the start, she’d said two; later, four), fathered by husband and lover. Her husband, Gemunu, being in prison, it was better to take a lover, Rajendran, than be pestered by other men for sex. (Despite a conflict that has cost thousands of lives and wreaked horrendous physical and mental damage, Anusha herself displays no ethnic consciousness. Rajendran is Tamil.) Several of her teeth and molars are missing. Never having been seen by a dentist, "they must have just rotted" away. Without money for aspirin, they must live with an almost continuous headache (p. 21). Two of her sons broke their arms. They were badly set and, as a result, are "misshapen". Anusha is a caring mother and does her best for the children, keeping them as clean as she can, worrying about their future. It is difficult for a beggar to secure employment and, having found work, to keep it. The author finds Anusha a job but she’s late for work. How can someone oversleep on the first day of the first job she ever got in her life? (p. 95). She went to bed late at night, exhausted; didn’t have an alarm-clock, and misjudged the time. It wasn’t irresponsibility, as prejudice would have it.

Their refrain is a resigned kamak ne, "it doesn’t matter". Perhaps, K. S. Palihakkara’s Buddhism Sans Myths & Miracles (Stamford Lake Ltd, Pannipitiya, Sri Lanka, 2003) helps in understanding their fatalism. Sri Lankan Buddhists "practice more of Hinduism than Buddhism" (Palihakkara, p. 109). They believe in rebirth - and in the consequence in the present life of conduct in a past life (or lives). This last is exploited by the ruling classes, "for when the poor and the outcastes suffer in their poverty, sickness and squalor in their hovels" it is attributed not to the failure of government and society but blamed on "bad ‘karma’ from past births […] the downtrodden masses are made to believe that they themselves are responsible for their condition." On the other hand, they are promised a better life in their next birth, if they accept, endure and "lead an evil free life" (p. 120. See Karl Marx on the misuse of religion).

Being habituated to the sight of the hinganno, society no longer sees them. When it does, it is often with embarrassment or distaste. As Western imperialism did in the past; as with the present ethnic conflict, it is necessary to think badly of, look down upon, the "Other" (here, the hinganno) in order not to think badly of oneself. In a blame-the-victim attitude, conscience is stilled with, "they are bad people […] They are lazy, and will never work" (p. 48). A wealthy Sri Lankan explains that beggars are a natural feature of the Island, presumably like the climate: "Beggars are a part of our culture, and it will always be that way. There are enough jobs but they don’t want them" (p. 50). Some do not give alms on the ‘virtuous’ ground that it will only encourage begging. Yet others argue that because they cannot help many, they will aid none.

Bureaucracy and officialdom are dismissive, and the hinganno have no sense of rights and entitlement. Anusha takes a six-hour bus ride to collect her son’s school certificate (she herself is illiterate), and arrives after school-hours. Administration is still open but she is instructed to come during lessons-time. On the next visit, it’s claimed the school principal is absent. Rules and regulations are improvised to turn them away. One school claims that children of parents who live in rented premises cannot be admitted (p. 97). Anusha can’t take her child to the school dentist because she doesn’t wear a sari (p. 103). In order for Berkouwer to open a bank account for her, Anusha must produce her National Identity Card, but to get the latter, she needs a birth certificate: legally, Anusha does not exist (p. 36). In despair, Anusha and Raj pay for a forged birth-certificate. The clumsy counterfeit is detected, triumphantly displayed to all in the office, and the negative image of hinganno confirmed.

Confronted with dire poverty and all that goes with it, a sense of relief must be the reaction of many: "There, but for the grace of God (or the gods), go I." Secondly, the daily sight of misery is inuring. The term "callous" (an insensitive or cruel disregard for others) derives from the Latin callosus, a hardening of the skin. Such toughening can be a protective measure. Some degree of "callous", be it on our little toe or mind, is necessary for survival. Further, poverty does not attract the attention and action it needs and deserves. Suspicion, anger and hate are combustible, mobilizing, emotions – see the ethnic conflict – while sympathy for the injustice and suffering of another class are not. So it is that there is no mass patriotic passion, led by politicians and monks, to rescue the Sinhalese Buddhist poor. Ayi Kwei Armah observed that the downtrodden are not angry enough. One may add, are not angry at the real causes; not angry in effective ways.

"Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by?" But there are individual Sri Lankans who quietly help in ways they can, and groups devoted to poverty alleviation. They are among those to whom the miseries of the world are misery, and will not let them rest (Keats, The Fall of Hyperion, Canto 1). Marx wrote that the challenge is not merely to understand history but to change it. On similar lines, since kindness within an unkind system is woefully inadequate, there are political organizations in Sri Lanka dedicated to altering radically the structure and nature of society.

In contrast to the general reaction (of ignoring or having contempt) for the hinganno, Berkouwer has high admiration for their endurance and tenacity; for how they "manage to survive on almost nothing" (p. 135). The work, neither condescending nor sentimentalizing, gives a fairly close insight into the life of one hingannek and her family. It is a study, an expose and a salute, and well merits reading.

charlessarvan@yahoo.com
(thanks to Mr. K. G. Kulasena: artist, author and educationist)

வியாழன், டிசம்பர் 11, 2008

Short film: ‘A mango tree in my front yard’

by R. Pradeepan



"The whole is immanent in its parts" (Ananda Coomaraswamy)


The film’s opening scene of trees, palms and a pond is abruptly disturbed by the sound of heavy, automatic, gunfire in the distance. It provides a contrast between the peace and beauty of nature, and the violence and ugliness of human action. Film is an audio-visual medium but Mango tree relies far more on the latter than on dialogue. Three Tamil children, two girls and a boy (sister, younger brother and friend?) are on their way to school. The two girls seem to be between twelve and fourteen; the boy, younger. The girls talk about a fellow-pupil, Sivajini, absent from school because her father has been abducted. Children robbed of childhood, there is a degree of unease, and tension on their faces. The little boy kicks something on the edge of the path, and is anxiously shepherded back to the road by his sister, no doubt, fearful of unexploded devices. Each of the girls carries an earthed plant in a plastic bag, their entry to a school-competition.



The scene shifts, and we see government (Sinhalese) soldiers in military vehicles. One of them speaks about a woman he had had – not as young as he’d have liked, he comments. War means death, injury and damage. During wars, some exemplify courage and make great sacrifices, but there are others who are unable to hold on to ethics and the decencies of life: it was that woman’s husband who helped the soldier to have sex with her. Why did he do it? Was he depraved or terrorised? In a short-story, much remains unknown and unclear, and so it is with a very short film, such as Mango tree. The soldier spots one of the girls, walking alone, along the road: most probably, returning home after school. The next we see is a grave being hastily dug by the soldiers. A body, wrapped up, is placed in it, and the ground stamped down to hide the spot. We are left to infer that the girl, still a child, has been gang-raped and murdered by the soldiers. The film avoids prurience, and we are spared details: the callous brutality on the one hand; the terror of a helpless girl on the other. However, while safeguarding decency and dignity, the film also suggests it’s not an uncommonplace occurrence in Sri Lanka’s ethnic conflict – and that makes it all the worse! (The Tamil Tigers, charged with many crimes, have not been accused of rape, not even by the Sinhalese state and the media.)



In a shift of scene, the other girl is spoken to and urged to join a militant Tamil group: we do not see the speaker. Later, she is shown alone, armed, in a ruined building. While keeping guard, she picks up a stick and draws on the sand a picture of a little house with a mango tree: an unfulfilled wish; an unrealized dream. The sound of gunfire comes close, closer: we conclude it brings her death.
Next we are mutely shown one of the plastic bags, torn open, the young plant and soil exposed. Will it revive, survive, even flourish? The two girls didn’t. Finally, there’s the little boy, walking alone, coming to a point where the road branches off in two different directions, and hesitating. We know neither the significance of the two roads nor the choice the boy will make. The story, like life itself, continues.
It is remarkable that into a short film of barely ten minutes, Pradeepan has concentrated so much significance. The work is all the more eloquent for its brevity and restraint. Mango tree is a fragment, showing just three children falling victim to brutal conflict, but it is a fragment that points to the tragic whole (see Coomaraswamy above) that has befallen Sri Lankan Tamils.

[Mr Pradeepan, born in Sri Lanka in 1981, now lives in exile in Paris.Mango tree was filmed in South India.(ravideep12@gmail.com)]

Charles Ponnuthurai Sarvan
Berlin, December 2008
charlessarvan@yahoo.com

செவ்வாய், டிசம்பர் 02, 2008

We are neither part of LTTE nor the Government but part of the Democratic opposition



Mano Ganesan MP



The runners of the defense website www.defense.lk should know that I am neither part of LTTE nor the government but part of the democratic opposition of Sri Lankan parliament. The tantrums of the Defense web runners are obvious. I am portrayed as a separatist. This web is there to discredit all those parties who are not part of the government. It sheds mud on all those in the spheres of politics, media and civil society who do not follow the government agenda blindly. These tantrums would not break me. I am for the unity in diversity of Sri Lanka. I am second to none in my care and love for my country Sri Lanka said DPF Leader Mano Ganesan MP in a statement issued from his office. The statement further says,

Two news posts have appeared in the official website of the Sri Lankan ministry of defense on my visit to Canada. There are many inaccuracies and contradictions in and between both posts of Nov 20th and Nov 27th. Both posts speak of a ‘LTTE sponsored meeting’ at Oshawa University in Canada on November 18th. The fist post of Nov 20th says that the ‘meeting’ was cancelled. And the second post of Nov 27th says that this ‘meeting’ underwent on a low profile.

On Nov 18th, the date of the so called ‘meeting’, I was in fact engaged with Canadian foreign ministry officials in Ottawa. It is an indisputable fact because of the involvement of the Canadian officials in the discussion with me at the foreign ministry building in Ottawa. Unfortunately for the runners of defense website they never had any prior information of my engagements in Ottawa. This is why they blundered with the date and made themselves a laughing stock in the eyes of the Canadian officials and Sri Lankans here and in Canada.

The truth is that I was with Canadian officials in the morning and was with Hon. Wayne Marston MP in the evening of Nov 18th. Both meetings being pre arranged by Canadian Forum for Justice and Peace in Sri Lanka prior to my arrival in Canada. Defense web fabricators are now finding it hard to digest the truth. They are distressed and shattered. Unable to control their desperation, they again upload rubbish material in this website run by the taxpayer’s money. And again they declare their intentions of dishonesty and stupidity.

The second post very reluctantly accepts the fact by saying that “The day Mr. Ganesan was planning to talk at the University of Oshuwa he MIGHT have talks with Canadian officials in Ottawa..” And they go on saying that “(Mr. Ganesan’s) sponsors may have arranged another quick meeting with NDP MP for the evening, who has his office in the SAME BLOCK.” All my meetings with Canadian foreign ministry officials and Parliamentarian were arranged prior to my visit to Canada.

Not knowing what to write and where to end Sri Lanka Defense web has pulled the good names of Canadian MP Hon. Wayne Marston, Sri Lankan MP Hon. Jayalath Jayawardena, NLF Leader Dr. Vickramabahu Karunaratne, CFJPSL Co-Convener Mr. Sellathurai Loganathan and his Sinhalese wife (Mrs. Sumana Loganathan), Prof. Cheran, FMM chairman Sunanda Deshapriya, Popular Sinhala Dramatist Parakrama Niriella and Mr. Amity Jinadasa in this false news story.

The final highlight of this conmen is the photograph appears with the defense web story. The photograph confirms the desperation. In the picture I am addressing a meeting where a LTTE uniformed man stands along with many others. There is a LTTE emblem on the wall. Is it one from the so called LTTE meetings I attended in Canada as the defense web tries to say? It cannot be Canada because I cannot wear a simple shirt during this Canadian winter. But the web carries this photo very cunningly without giving correct explanations to it to fool any or some unsuspecting innocent viewers. We are aware that this as a ‘cut and paste’ doctored photograph. They have taken my photo elsewhere and inserted it in a photo of a LTTE meeting.

The problem of the Defense web is obvious. This web is there to discredit all those parties who are not part of the government. It is now well exposed. It sheds mud on all those in the spheres of politics, media and civil society who do not follow the government agenda blindly. These tantrums would not break me. I am for the unity in diversity of Sri Lanka. I am second to none in my care and love for my country Sri Lanka.

ganesan@eureka.lk