Recently, I had a chat with a friend of mine about the infamous July massacre which took place in 1983. He, as an 11 year old school boy at that time, has witnessed some of the incidents. But I have no memory of any such thing purely because I was just a 5 year old, living in a remote village in Southern province at that time. It was a 99% Sinhala speaking community in our village with a handful of Tamil speaking tea pluckers and laborers and I don’t ever think that our villagers were so cruel to hurt any of those innocent people.
As the conversation grew between me and my friend, I realized that he has an interesting view point on the 1983 riots, which is widely considered as a turning point of our history. He was against calling it a ‘Black July’ and insisted on calling it a ‘Green July’, because it was the ‘greens’ (the ruling party of that time, the United National Party) who allegedly triggered the events and as a nation, we (Sinhalese) are not responsible for it. He went on to say that it was the Sinhalese themselves who saved the lives of many thousands of targeted Tamils. If the Sinhala nation was responsible for the events that took place, what about the Sinhala people who stepped up to safeguard the Tamils? I didn’t agree with him, nor did I go on to argue.
According to what I’ve read on the happenings of July 1983, I can imagine the ruthlessness and brutality of the violence unleashed upon innocent civilians. There has been incidents where people were burned alive and what is mentioned in this poem is an absolute shocker if at all it is nothing but truth. No matter who triggered the events, what motivated them to go on a rampage, how cruel were their acts, 25 years later we are left with one big question; what if?
What if J.R. Jayewardene did not order the funerals of 13 dead soldiers to be taken place at the Kanatte on the same day? What if he put his troops and police on alert to prevent any retaliatory act? What if he had a back bone to address the nation, explain the situation and ask them to be patient? What if he was calm enough to foresee the consequences of racial riots? What if he had his powerful cabinet under control not to let them play with the emotions of ordinary people? Having known as the ‘old fox’, what if he was cunning enough to handle the situation tactically rather than emotionally?
There were things which could have been and should have been controlled. The ex-president could have done these things with immense ease because he was the most powerful man to lead this country in post colonial times. He had an 80% majority in the Parliament, executive powers, arguably the strongest cabinet ever as well as backing from most powerful nations in the world, except India. He was the most experienced statesman at that time and he should have known the roots of the issue in and out. But for the ill fortune of many future generations to be born in this country, he didn’t take the hard and bitter decision to control the exploding tension of the majority, and the rest is history.
Whether it was a blue, black or a green July, painful memories of those who suffered will linger though many years to come and the hatred will be passed on to many future generations, until we all realize that hatred cannot be cured by hatred. That day seems way too far.
This is an era where people die for reasons that they are not exactly aware of. Some people get killed randomly and unknowingly whereas some get killed knowingly. People who get blasted by bombs, accidents and sudden illnesses are the ones who die unknowingly. Those who are in battle fronts, involved in clashes or on suicide missions, those who are suffering from fatal illnesses are the ones who die knowingly. Either way, a death is always a tragedy. But what do you achieve by dying? What do you achieve by killing another?
This is none of my bloody business but I couldn’t resist myself from writing about this arrogant Indian after seeing a news item on
Those who do not agree with my insights on this blog may have thought I should consult a psychiatrist. Well, I’m at least running alongside a psychiatrist now. I’m going back to the University grounds where I was virtually reborn. I have been a regular at the University grounds on Tuesdays and Fridays even after passing out. But the habit became irregular with work commitments and finally came to a standstill after the baby girl arrived. With a little bit of encouragement from my wife and a medical report (which revealed that I am a bit high on bad cholesterol), I started going back.
The prime objective of a Buddhist monk is to learn, understand and follow the noble eight fold path preached by Lord Buddha in order to attain (if that is the correct term) Nibbana and guide their followers to do so. All other things coming up in their lives are secondary in front of this noble objective. Unfortunately, as in many other cases, things are on the wrong track here in Sri Lanka. What Buddha preached more than 2550 years ago, according to my understanding, is a universal truth and should have no borders or constraints. But, this island nation has developed its own version of Buddhism called Sinhala-Buddhism which has wrapped the universal truth by the nationalism and hence, we don’t have it as pure as it should have been.