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Stanley Tambiah and my time at Harvard
(Excerpted from volume ii of Sarath Amunugama autobiograph
With the ascent of Premadasa who together with Ranjan Wijeratne made a determined effort to negotiate with the JVP and LTTE, I got back to my work with the Worldview International Foundation (WIF) and academic institutions. WIF work took me to parts of Asia and Europe where we had links with donors as well as social and media institutions like the International Planned Parenthood Federation (IPPF), International Program for Development Communication (IPDC), Asian Media Information and Communication Center (AMIC) and the International Broadcasting Union [IBU].
Many of these institutions were feeling the pinch of reduced funding particularly from the US government. This meant that we had to plan joint operations in order to cut costs. I had a head start as the former Director of IPDC who had interacted with them during my UNESCO days. But we could not make much headway with the local Ministry of Media as it was now in the charge of A.J. Ranasinghe who was a Premadasa loyalist.
Ranasinghe had been recruited by me in the early seventies to be the manager of the national exhibition of the Department of Information. Thanks to Premadasa he had entered a select circle of cronies and was placed in charge of the media. By now he was all powerful and had even banned his minister Loku Bandara from entering the TV studios which were in his charge. In this context I thought of moving back to my main sphere of interest academia and sociological research.
I had told my teacher Stanley Tambiah of this wish and he arranged for me to be awarded a visiting fellowship at Harvard University where he was a Professor of Social Anthropology. Another close friend on the faculty of the Anthropology department of Harvard was Nur Yalman who as a young scholar, tutored by Edmund Leach, had done field work in Teripahe in the Kandyan highlands. With such strong support I obtained a good position in the Centre for Comparative Religions in Harvard, with plenty of time for research and writing in return for which I had to deliver a few lectures on modern Buddhism in several departments in the University.
Harvard
Nothing could be more peaceful than this beautiful university and town for me, coming from a war torn country with my name on the ‘hit list’ of the military wing of the JVP. It was a cold day when I flew into Logan airport in Boston from Paris. Tambi was there to meet me and take me to his home in a salubrious part of Cambridge. I had met his wife and children back in Sri Lanka when Tambi had brought his family to meet his relatives and friends.
I had arranged a visit to Yala where his two young children were fascinated by the elephant which appeared daily close to our circuit bungalow. We also visited George Keyt in Kandy and some local paintings that they bought on that tour adorned his house. He had also arranged for a room in the anthropology department building adjoining his and we would go out for lunch to the department canteen and occasionally to the well-appointed senior common room or Faculty club.
I was free to use the Widener Library facing the Harvard yard. The Widener was a revelation. It was perhaps the best University library in the country and had fabulous collections of books, diaries, papers and photographs on every type of culture and society. Naturally I was interested in the Sri Lankan collections which included photos and papers on the Theosophists and the Buddhist revival. The US had established a consulate in Galle around the 1880s, because trade and travel by schooner and sailing ship had Galle harbour as their port of call. Diaries and other writings of the Americans and their visitors were in the Widener and I spent much time studying those papers and also the photographs which have not been published before. The Peabody Museum in which Nur Yalman’s office was located also had a collection of photographs, some of which were published to illustrate Tambi’s books on the ethnic conflict in Sri Lanka.
At that time Galle was famous for its gem trade and there were many photographs of gems and Muslim merchants. Ananda Guruge and I have used some of these photos in our books on Anagarika Dharmapala. Ian Goonetileke has published some of this information in his book ‘Sri Lanka through American eyes’, marking the American bi-centennial.
After I found my bearings in Cambridge I moved to a spacious room in Porter Square which was rented to me by a kind patrician lady on a ‘bed and breakfast’ basis. This room was overlooking Radcliffe, the residences of the young female undergraduates of Harvard. There was a constant flow of their young swains to our square and parties would go on in their dorms late into the night. This was the time of the permissive society and the young students, mostly from the super-rich of the US, worked and played hard with equal enthusiasm.
A useful aspect of Harvard for me was the galaxy of top flight intellectuals who taught there. At any given time there were dozens of Nobel Prize laureates, especially in scientific research. In the social sciences too teachers won many prizes and awards and there were regular announcements on our bulletin boards of their achievements. Tambi was outstanding in that respect. He was the recipient of virtually all the awards made to anthropologists including one with a big cash prize given by a Japanese academic institution.
In addition there were many distinguished scholars who gave invitation lectures which were open to the public. I remember Ernest Gellner, Diana Eck, Clifford Geertz, Marshall Sahlins and many others speaking on their latest research. In addition there were young scholars like John Rogers, Alan Trewithick and Norbert Peabody who gravitated round Tambi who had a fatherly relationship with them.
Tambi had been commissioned by the editorial board of the Journal of Asian Studies (JAS) to look out for suitable articles for publication. Accordingly a special symposium on the 1915 riots was published in the JAS about this time, as were several essays on Theravada Buddhism. Tambi was at the height of his fame as an anthropologist of religion, particularly of Thai Buddhism, and his office in Harvard was a hive of activity.
I observed the diligence with which he worked every day in a consistent manner, which was the secret of his impressive list of publications. He would write in long hand and pass over the draft to his secretary who would type it for correction the following day. He was meticulous in checking out references and would consult other scholars, in writing or over the phone.
Fortunately for him Harvard had such a vast array of experts, that he could always talk to them over a cup of coffee. On occasion we would walk across to the Peabody Museum to meet Nur Yalman. I recall one such day when HL Seneviratne telephoned from Charlottesville to convey the sad news that Ralph Peiris had passed away in Colombo. Both Tambi and Nur who had had misunderstandings with Ralph many years earlier, were genuinely distressed by the news.
The three of us once went out to dinner in an old restaurant in Boston harbour overlooking the ship `Mayflower’ which had figured in the ‘Boston tea party’ an incident which played a significant role in modern American history. The Bostonians – ‘The Boston Brahmins’ – were considered the aristocracy of US society wherein ‘Cabots spoke to the Lodges and the Lodges spoke only to god’. However with the later arrival of the Irish to American shores after the ‘Potato famine,’ the poorer areas of Boston were populated by Irishmen who progressively dominated city politics and eventually took over the Democratic party machine, leaving the old patricians to find refuge in the Republican party.
The apotheosis of this development was the rise of the Kennedys whose ‘godfather’ was Joseph Kennedy, liquor baron and right hand man of President Franklin Roosevelt, who paid off his political debts by appointing Kennedy senior as his Ambassador to the UK. It was Joe Kennedy who plotted the rise of JFK to the US Presidency.
The Kennedy’s reveled in their Boston Irish heritage .Their control of the Democratic Party machine, won in the smoke filled bars and liquor dens in the seedier parts of the Irish catholic dominated Boston was the spring board for their ambitions. JFK’s favourite song, Bee Gee’s ‘Massachusetts’ was the most popular song in Boston at that time, and with its haunting lyrics “I will remember Massachusetts”, still remains as one of my favourite songs.
Tambi and I once drove over to Boston to spend a morning in the museum to see the Ananda Coomaraswamy collection of Indian art. The savant had spent his last years as a Curator of the Boston Museum and established a valuable collection of Asian memorabilia and relevant books and papers. His son Rama Coomaraswamy, by an Argentinian wife, lived in New England and we planned to pay him a visit. But he was ailing and our planned drive to the nearby beautiful State of Connecticut did not take place.
I enjoyed my stay at Harvard where I could resume my academic work in stimulating surroundings, after the hectic and dangerous adventures in Sri Lanka. While the food in Cambridge was excellent, particularly the fish, clam and lobster – with the signature clam chowder being irresistible – I hankered for rice and curry which was not available except at the weekly meal at Tambis. I found a Chinese restaurant which served fried rice, but it was not a substitute for the real thing.
However, I was in luck. One day by accident I met my Kandy and Peradeniya friend Gaya Gunawardene who was on scholarship to the Kennedy Centre for Public Administration. He was living in a flat in Cambridge with his wife Sushila and son Kosiya. Sushila – a girl from Kandy, was a great friend of my sister at Peradeniya University. Later when my brother-in-law Tennekoon was Government Agent of Kandy district, Gaya had been the Deputy Inspector General of Police there and the two Dharmarajans had formed a good team during the height of JVP violence.
So the Gunawardenes invited me often to their flat for lovely rice and curry dinners and I even became a regular invitee to their flat when Sri Lankans visiting Harvard were entertained by them. I particularly remember a visit by Carlo Fonseka who spent a few days with them. By a stroke of luck, the University bus which circulated through the campus at all hours began its journey from near Gaya’s apartment and had Porter Street (where I lodged) as a point of call. So, I could conveniently get back to my room even after a late night when the underground was not available.
We also visited Boston for sightseeing. The Gunawardenes were great travelers who arranged visits to nearby States on holidays. Unfortunately, I could not join them as much as I wished because I had travelled extensively in the US by then and had to save time for my academic work.
My time in Cambridge was very productive. With the facilities of the Widener library and the assistance of many academic colleagues I was able to complete several articles in the field of sociology. One was a study of the changes in the Sri Lankan Sangha, particularly after analyzing the responses of young monks to the siren call of the JVP. Much later in time the leader of the JVP in Parliament told me that one of the great contributions of Wijeweera was that he saw the potential of young Buddhist monks as the soldiers of their revolution.
Indeed several of the JVP front rankers were monks who had disrobed to follow party orders. Correspondingly many of them had been killed by the security forces. The editor of the journal ‘Religion’ published by University of California, whom I had met in Paris with Jean Claude Galay, was happy to immediately publish my article under the title `Buddhaputra and Bhumiputra; dilemmas of modern Sinhala Buddhist monks in relation to ethnic and political conflict’.
This article has drawn much attention in academic circles. I also used the Widener library material to write a long essay on the role of the Theosophists in the Sinhala Buddhist revival of the late 19th and 20th century. This was published in the Journal of Social Sciences of the EHESS of Paris. I also gave lectures on the Buddhist revival at many Harvard academic meetings.
Towards the end of 1990 1 came back to Colombo from Boston, after several days in Paris to arrange for my family to relocate in Sri Lanka. Ramanika had obtained a degree in business administration and was invited by N.U. Jayawardene who was my friend and mentor, to join the staff of his newly formed Sampath Bank. She was a pioneer staffer in Sampath Bank though she later joined the senior staff of other commercial Banks after the departure of NUJ. Varuni entered the law faculty of the University of Colombo. We were all back in familiar surroundings in Siripa Road to pick up the threads of Sri Lankan life, after a long sojourn abroad.
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Day of Judgements and Political Fallouts
Rajan Philips
The second anniversary of Anura Kumara Dissanayake’s election as President has come and gone, but not before getting marked by a spate of judgements delivered and announced on a single day following the anniversary. Far away in New York, it has been a week of speeches by state and government leaders making their pilgrimage to the 81st Annual Sessions of the United Nations that is entering its ninth decade. President AKD did not make the trip this year to the UN Sessions, which are now reduced to being a convenient meeting place for world leaders to hold sideline meetings on bilateral as well as other contentious matters.
Sri Lanka is not in the crosshairs of any such contentions, but there are enough internal crosshairs that the NPP government and a feckless opposition are constantly trying to avoid. The day of judgements too has come and gone. All in all, it was a good day for the NPP government, at least in the sense that the government suffered no reputational damage from any of the three judgements. There were two Supreme Court rulings, one on the bill for the 22nd Amendment to the Constitution and another on the constitutionality of the Anti-Corruption Amendment Bill. The third court ruling was the verdict given by the Colombo Permanent High Court following the Trial-at-Bar of 24 people accused for their role in the 2019 Easter attacks.
Easter Justice
The three trial-at-bar judges, Navaratne Marasinghe, Ramanathan Kannan and Sujeewa Nissanka, reached a unanimous verdict and found 15 of the accused guilty and found the other nine not guilty and released them forthwith. The accused were spared of the death sentence, but the lengths of rigorous imprisonment sentences are just as bad. One was sentenced to 260 years, four got 240 years each, five 220 years, and another five 200 years. In addition, the court ordered the instant confiscation of the movable and immovable assets of all 15 found guilty.
The verdict marks a substantial milestone in the search for justice on behalf of the victims of the Easter attacks. The government can claim some political credit for the conclusion of the trial after seven years of fits and starts, and high level stymying under three presidents who preceded President AKD. Much greater credit of course belongs to the hundreds of law enforcement officials who built up a mammoth case of 23,270 charges against 25 suspects (one of whom died in hospital during the trial) and won convictions of 15 of them.
But this is not the end of the journey for those seeking Easter justice based on the whole truth. There are other trials going on and the elusive mastermind is yet to be found. Mohammed Ibrahim Mohammed Nawfar (alias Naufar Moulavi) is one of the 15 convicted by the Permanent High Court. Naufar Moulavi was identified in May 2021 as the mastermind by the Gotabaya Rajapaksa government. The government claimed that FBI investigation had confirmed it. This claim is not supported by the FBI affidavit filed by agent Merrilee R. Goodwin in a US Court in California, in December 2020.
The purpose of the FBI affidavit was to support the indictment of Mohammed (Moulavi) Naufar, Mohamed Anwar Mohamed Riskan and Ahamed Milhan Hayathu Mohamed “for conspiring to provide, providing, and attempting to provide material support to a foreign terrorist organization, namely ISIS” (Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham), in violation of US laws. But neither Naufar nor the other two were identified as masterminds. The only mastermind identified in the affidavit is “Jahran Mohamed Cassim, also known as (“aka”) Mohamad Cassim Mohamad Zahran, aka Zahran Hashim (“Zahran”). Zahran killed himself in the suicide bomb he detonated, along with scores of victims, and spared himself from earthly trials.
To close the loop on this, the three men identified in the FBI affidavit, namely, Moulavi Naufar, Mohamed Riskan and Ahamed Milhan, are among the 15 convicted by the trial-at-bar High Court. But their conviction does not bring closure to the enduring question whether there was a political mastermind(s) behind the 2019 Easter attacks. There is still no clarity on what the former Attorney General Dappula De Livera publicly alluded to as evidence of “a grand conspiracy behind the attacks that killed 269 people and injured over 500.”
That was on 18 May 2021, and the statement was a follow up to the letter that Mr. De Livera had written on the state of the police investigations, to then Inspector General of Police (IGP), the late C. D. Wickramaratne. Mr. De Livera soon went on to retire after a remarkable prosecutorial career, and reportedly turned down the government’s offer of appointment as High Commissioner to Canada. Mr. Wickramaratne himself has since died under rather tragic circumstances.
Those who allege that the Catholic Church is making unproven allegations about Easter attacks masterminds, conveniently gloss over the fact that the Church is not accusing anybody of being a mastermind, but is only asking for a thorough inquiry that will put to rest, once and for all, the perennial question about the Easter mastermind. The difference now is that after suffering frustrations with three presidents and their governments, the Church is experiencing a positive response from the current president and his NPP government.
Amendment Politics
Aside from the lawfare politics of the Easter attacks, the politics of the 22nd Amendment to the Constitution is running its course after the Supreme Court ruling that a referendum is not required for the amending bill to become law, but only a two-thirds majority in parliament. The ruling was widely expected but not because of some ‘fix’, but because it would have been silly to find a judicial reason to have a referendum on the retirement ages of judges. This is not to absolve the government for its missteps on this matter and for putting everyone through months of constitutional contortions. Rather it is to highlight the absurdity of getting exercised virtually over every constitutional amendment and insisting that enacting the amendment without a referendum is tantamount to an assault on democracy. The referendum requirement has become a constitutional curse.
The 1972 Constitution of the First Republic had a very straightforward amending procedure with no referendum requirement, so straightforward that JR Jayewardene was able to throw out a whole (1972) constitution lock, stock and barrel, and replace it with his new constitution of a totally different (presidential) persuasion, simply through a parliamentary select committee process and a two thirds majority in parliament. No one called for a referendum to justify so momentous a change, but now a referendum is required to determine at what age a superior court judge can retire. Nonetheless, as President Jayewardene’s admirers and followers celebrate his 120th birth anniversary, there is no gainsaying that regardless of whether one agrees or disagrees with his presidential achievements and legacies, JR Jayewardene was without question the most consequential political leader of Sri Lanka in the 20th century.
In the 21st century and on the 22nd amendment, with no referendum required, the Bar Association is changing tack and calling on parliamentarians to vote with their conscience, without toeing the party line. After Friday’s vote, it may want to poll the MPs to find out who among them voted listened to their conscience, and who toed the party line. The Association may be having a difficult time going through the withdrawal syndrome after months of heightened exertions. As for the opposition and Sajith Premadasa, the latter has simply promised that a future SJB government will repeal the 22nd Amendment. To what end? To reenact another episode of confusion and distraction.
An Economynext commentator has described the Supreme Court ruling on the referendum requirement for 22A, as being “surgical in its constitutional analysis.” Well said. The ruling plausibly addresses every good and bad argument that was flung at the judges and demonstrates, citing copious precedents, that at the end of the day, no matter who the individual judges and their abilities are, and what anyone thinks of them, the ‘Court’ can find its collective voice and express itself with clarity and authority.
The same Economynext commentary interprets the 22nd Amendment as “a foundational prerequisite for operationalizing the newly enacted, stringent Anti-Corruption Act, which is a key commitment of the government era for the IMF.” The commentary suggests that “multiple clauses in the 22nd Amendment are designed to satisfy governance and anti-corruption structural benchmarks within the ongoing IMF Extended Fund Facility (EFF) agreement.” While noting the risk of scaring investors who might view 22A as being anti-democratic and antithetical to judicial independence, the commentary goes on to opine that the passage of 22A combined with a strong and systematic anti-corruption drive could be a boost to investor confidence, especially in the critical sectors of logistics, renewable energy and technology.
The above is an interesting interpretation even though I am not sure whether anyone associated with the government has formulated the intentions of the 22nd Amendment quite this way. Objectively, the argument is plausible and will justifiably rile the ire of the left opposition to the NPP government and its inclination towards the IMF. At the same time, there is no mistaking the government’s intention and determination to fight corruption in politics and public life. Apart from, or rather as part of, its arresting politics, the government is also going ahead with the passage of the Anti-Corruption (Amendment) Bill, which too has had its determination by the Supreme Court, albeit by a different three-judge Bench, almost concurrently with the 22A ruling by the five-judge Bench. The Supreme Court’s determination on the Anti-Corruption Bill was triggered after it was challenged by Transparency International Sri Lanka.
But unlike the SC ruling on 22A, the ruling on the Anti-Corruption Bill singles out a provision as requiring approval in a referendum for its enactment. The provision involves Clause 17 of the Bill which elevates the bail granting threshold for determination by a High Court and not a Magistrates Court as currently practised. The subject offence involves a bribe not less than Rs. 100,000, or causing a government loss of not less than Rs. 500,000. The Court held that such a change infringes the fundamental rights of citizens against arbitrary detention and will require a referendum approval. The Bill of course could be passed without a referendum after removing the specific provision. Remarkably, the government argued that the proposed amendments to the Anti-Corruption Act are necessary to remove current bottlenecks, achieve conformance with UN standards, and comply with the IMF program in Sri Lanka.
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Father’s horoscope reading on the worst time in my life seemed coming true
Little breathing space between papers at the final exam and my mind goes blank answering Sinhala paper
(Excerpted from The Art of Governance, autobiography of MDD Pieris)
Then came the final blow. When the time table for the final examination was out, I discovered that I would have to answer all my nine papers, of three hours each at one continuous stretch without even a half days break! I was due to answer the European history paper one afternoon; then go on next morning to British history; afternoon to Ceylon history; the next morning to English Poetry; afternoon to English drama; the following morning to English prose; and that same afternoon to suddenly switch from thinking and writing in English to thinking and writing in Sinhala, answering the first of the three papers in Sinhala, with the other two coming morning and afternoon the following day! Several of my friends urged me to go and speak to the university administration about a change, but at the same time, others who had had difficulties and sought recourse reported that they were rather rudely treated by the officers concerned.
This deterred me from going. I was a polite person by nature and just as in the case of Mr. Athulathmudali about whose insistence on politeness I have already written about, I too resented the prospect of being treated rudely. Therefore, I decided, quite foolishly no doubt, and come what may to go through and sit for the nine papers in four and half continuous days. Thus began the most difficult and harrowing period of my life, a period even worse than the experience at the university entrance examination.
In that instance, there was certainly disappointment and frustration but since I was attempting a near impossibility, there was less stress because mentally I was prepared for failure. This was reflected in a reasonably good appetite, and the ability to sleep. This time, at the final examinations, I lost both. Normal eating was impossible. My stomach was in knots. I just went through the motions and nibbled something and basically sustained myself with a combination of powdered milk and Ovaltine. Sleep became disturbed. After six hours of strenuous concentration a day answering question papers, there was little the mind could absorb by way of preparation for the next day.
During the day, nothing was possible since the morning’s paper was over at noon, and by the time you walked back from the Arts block to Marrs Hall just to look at the food and freshen up and then walk back to the examination hall to be there about 10 minutes before the 2 p.m. start of the next paper, there was neither time nor inclination to look at or absorb anything. I did try to look through whatever I could for the next days two papers during the night whilst keeping in mind the necessity to get some rest and sleep. Therefore, I did try to get six hours of sleep in the night. But it turned out to be an unhealthy and disturbed sleep leaving you not fresh, but jaded in the morning.
The mind was overactive. By this time, the numbers in the hall had dwindled due to the vacation. Only the few sitting for their final examination were in residence, and they were busy with their studies. There was therefore also a sense of loneliness and isolation prevailing. Added to all this was the horrible thought of failing and having to repeat all nine papers the following year. One had very much to try to find some degree of good cheer from within one’s own resources. Given my predicament I had precious little of that.
In these almost nightmarish conditions, I struggled through eight of the nine papers. The last paper during the final afternoon was the third paper in Sinhala literature, which was on prose. I still have a vivid memory of that afternoon. Rain clouds were building up and as we got down to answering the paper, it was getting quite dark. The lights shone brightly in the examination hall. There were five questions to be answered and I had just finished answering one, and had barely started on the next, when my mind went completely blank. I have never experienced such a thing before or since. The thinking processes suddenly stopped as if a plug had been pulled out from an electricity supply. I was in the middle of a sentence, I found impossible to complete. It was total disconnection.
There was just nothing I could do except to lay down my pen and gaze out of the window. There were two things in my favour at this critical moment. I possessed a temperament that didn’t panic easily or once embarked on a course, give up easily. I therefore calmly decided to stop trying to struggle, and relax. I was aware that precious minutes were ticking by. But I knew that what could not be cured must be endured, and that any attempt at force and struggle would only serve to aggravate the situation. That part of my mind was clear and rational. I spent almost 20 precious minutes doing nothing. Then gradually I found that I was able to focus once again.
I cautiously and with a degree of fear took up my pen and leaving room to complete the question I had begun to write on, started on a new question. The ideas flowed once again. I had however to be careful. There was no guarantee that everything would not come to a stop once again. I had already lost valuable time. Any further problem now would be the end of the paper and the end of perhaps the whole examination. I therefore deliberately slowed down my pace of writing and wrote slowly and steadily not pushing myself.
When the time came for the papers to be collected I had been able to answer only three out of the five questions in full. For the balance two, I was only just able to write down a few points. Answers in continuous prose were not possible. Up to this time, I had hope of at least passing the whole examination and obtaining my degree. Now, I was not so sure. There was a distinct possibility, I would fail the last Sinhala paper.
The next day I went home to Colombo, utterly drained. It appeared that my father’s prediction after reading my horoscope was not only accurate but frighteningly so. I too believed with him that there could not possibly be a worse period in the future. Starting from the stress of suddenly having to change schools in mid university entrance course to the end of my participation in school cricket through contracting measles, to the enormous trials and tribulations of the university entrance, to the disappointment of not being able to read for English “honours,” and now this situation at the final examination was almost too much for one person to take.
I was in a state which perhaps verged on a nervous breakdown, For a good two weeks at home, I was listless, unable to concentrate on anything. I could not read anything. Even the newspapers repelled me. The sound of music was irritating, and sleep desultory. I was taken to see the doctor, who advised complete rest. He did not give medicine. It was clear that I had severely overtaxed the system, and time would be the healer, as indeed was so gradually much to the great relief of my parents and myself. The newspaper once again began to interest me, and gradually books. Even then, I could not read for long periods for some time. I used to lose concentration and the mind began to wander.
In due course, I received a letter from the university, inviting me to teach an English course to the new batch of students about to enter the university. This was the vacation course in English for them. But I was just in no mood to teach. I was now back to normal, but did not wish to take upon myself the responsibilities of a teaching assignment. Therefore, I wrote back politely declining. But the letter from the university was a boost to my confidence. I knew that I would not have been called unless I had fared reasonably well, at least in my English papers, and got at a minimum a “B.” But what of the rest? I was still apprehensive. What came to mind was the unfinished Sinhala paper, and its possible impact on the whole examination.
Assistant Librarian Vidyodaya University
When the results came in due course, to my great relief I had passed. There was no question of a class. Nor was I expecting one. What I dreaded was sitting for the whole examination once again. I could now get this episode of my life out of the way and decide how to proceed. By this time the new Vidyodaya University had just begun to function. My father was a member of the Governing Council of the Vidyodaya Pirivena, the Vidyadhara Sabha and for long an associate and a friend of the renowned scholar Ven. Weliwitiye Soratha, the head of the Pirivena, who was the first Vice Chancellor of the new university.
Our family had many connections with Vidyodaya, including my maternal grandfather Mr. C. Don Bastian Jayaweera Bandara, himself a renowned scholar, writer, publisher and social worker, having had his higher education there. I for my part, for a period studied Sinhala under Ven. Soratha. Busy as he was, he found the time to teach me because of these family connections. I must have been a good student in his opinion, because he very graciously presented me a two volume set of his monumental work of the Sinhala dictionary, a task which he undertook and completed all by himself, a set which is one of my valued possessions even today.
When it became known that I had passed out, Vidyodaya was keen to have me and my father was equally keen that I should help out in whatever capacity. Finally, I was appointed as an Assistant Librarian and along with others, plunged into the task of setting up a proper library for the new university. At this time, the university functioned in the premises of the Vidyodaya Pirivena at Maligakande and it was rapidly becoming apparent that space was becoming a serious problem.
One of the most important tasks of a librarian is to classify knowledge accurately and correctly and this had to be carefully done. The system of classification adopted at the time was the Dewey Decimal System, and I spent much time at home poring over the volumes containing the system, so that during the working day classification and the typing of the card indexes, etc., could proceed with speed. Accuracy and speed were both necessary, accuracy, because a misclassified book is a lost book, speed because hundreds of books were lying on the floors, in cartons, in crates, on windowsills and all over the place.
I found the wide reading that I had done whilst at Peradeniya now of great assistance. With a quick perusal I was able to determine the classifications and sub-classifications. This was important. For instance, if one took up a book on European history, one had to determine whether it should be classified and appear on the shelves as general history; a history of a period; diplomatic history; economic history; social and cultural history; military history; a history of important treaties, and so on. This was so for all subjects and the wider your reading the easier it was.
But always at the end of the day was a general conference at which we took up for discussions amongst other matters, certain books which were exceedingly difficult to classify, partly because their contents approached the borders of many different subjects. Titles were frequently misleading. For instance, the book “Two eggs on my plate,” had nothing to do with cuisine. It was a tense memoir of certain military activities during World War II.
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The Cinnamon Captain’s Circuit
Three Maps of Ceylon Cinnamon
From the Pathfinder Collection
By Jennifer Moragoda
jennifermoragoda787@gmail.com
A remarkable Dutch map of Ceylon made in 1719 allows us to follow cinnamon through the country almost village by village.
Part of a series of thirty-six maps showing territories of the Dutch East India Company, it was drawn by Joannes van Campen and shows mainly the south-western portion of the island then under Company control. The twelve korales or provinces are distinguished by colour and extend, in the map’s description, from the river Caymelle to the Valave. Brohier notes that Caymelle was the Dutch name for the Maha Oya. A brown line marks the boundary of the Kandyan king’s territory. Within this political geography, a red line encloses what might otherwise be described simply as ‘Canelle Landen’: “the expanse of the luxuriant cinnamon bushes from the Chilaw river to the hook of Dondra.”
What makes the map extraordinary, however, is its detail. It marks the old administrative divisions through which the cinnamon country extended; villages and places associated with the seasonal work of the peelers; the forty-six numbered points along the annual route of the Cinnamon Captain; and the five coastal places to which the peeled bark was delivered.
Two further Dutch maps narrow the lens. A plan of Salpiti Korale maps cinnamon gardens and grounds among localities that are now part of greater Colombo and its suburbs. At an even more microscopic level, three drawings of a single chena near Hanwella represent individual trees by letters and colour and enumerate them.
Together they preserve an unusually detailed geography of Ceylon cinnamon and the enterprise built around it under the Dutch.
Much of that detail can be recovered today through the meticulous work of R. L. Brohier and J. H. O. Paulusz. Their descriptions and translations of Dutch maps and records provide the context that makes otherwise cryptic routes, symbols and localities intelligible.
A Circuit Through Cinnamon Country
Van Campen’s map immediately provides an overview of the country from which cinnamon was obtained. It is divided according to the old Sinhalese territorial and administrative divisions of korales and pattus. Many of their names, and the places associated with them, remain recognizable today, although their old boundaries are now less familiar. The map may surprise modern readers who are unaware that its cinnamon country extended as far north as the Chilaw River and south to Dondra.
The map also makes clear that the geography of cinnamon did not coincide neatly with political boundaries. It marks the limits of Dutch territory and the adjoining lands of the Kandyan king, while cinnamon also grew beyond Dutch-controlled territory. Access to cinnamon in Kandyan territory could therefore depend upon relations with the Kandyan court.
The most striking feature of the map is the minute detail with which this cinnamon geography is recorded. Forty-six numbered points trace the ordinary land route followed by the Cinnamon Captain, head of the Mahabadda or Cinnamon Department, on his annual general visitation at the commencement of the harvest. Starting from Colombo, his circuit took him north and then through a succession of korales to the south before he returned along the coast to Colombo.
The route recorded in Brohier and Paulusz runs through Negombo, Pittigal Korale, Hapitigam Korale, Sinna Korale, Rayigam Korale, Pasdun Korale, Wallalawiti Korale, Galle Korale, Beligama Korale, Morawa Korale and Dolosdas Korale, the latter embracing the Gangaboda and Welaboda Pattus of Matara and the eastern and western Giruwa Pattus of Hambantota.
On the map, the numbered stations allow that journey to be followed across the country. Even where individual names become difficult to decipher on a reduced reproduction, the extent of the circuit can be grasped.
But another set of small red circles gives the map an even more unusual human geography. In the words of its description, these indicate the villages and places “in which and near which” the cinnamon peelers commonly pitched their tents during the peeling season “in order to gather that costly bark.” These temporary encampments belonged to the older system of harvesting in which parties of peelers travelled through the cinnamon country, cutting suitable stems and bringing them back in bundles to be peeled and fashioned into quills.
The red circles are scattered through the cinnamon country densely enough that the map gives a visual impression of the scale of the seasonal harvest before one has deciphered every locality. J. H. O. Paulusz considered the map “of unusual value, indeed indispensable for studying the history of the Salagama community because it illustrates their manner of life, the districts in which they lived, and the hardships and dangers they endured.”
The Captain’s numbered route and the peelers’ encampments therefore record two related geographies. One is the official circuit of inspection. The other is the far more dispersed geography of the people actually gathering and preparing the cinnamon.
The map completes the picture by identifying five coastal delivery points—Negombo, Colombo, Beruwala, Galle and Matara—to which the peeled bark was “carried on their shoulders and transported with great labour.” Taken together, these details allow the old cinnamon enterprise to be visualized almost in motion: the Captain moving between his 46 stations; peelers establishing seasonal camps in and near particular villages; cinnamon being gathered and prepared in the surrounding country; and the finished bark moving towards five points on the coast.
The map also bears the letters A–H on a smaller circuit associated with Maradana, “where the best of that fragrant bark is peeled.” Brohier’s explanatory note identifies the area within this orbit as including Maradana, Wellicadde, Kirilepona and Bamblepitie—names recognizable today as Maradana, Welikada, Kirulapone and Bambalapitiya. These are now parts of a densely built city; on Van Campen’s map they belonged to the geography of cinnamon.
That juxtaposition is one of the pleasures of reading the old maps. Familiar names survive, but the landscapes attached to them have changed almost beyond recognition.
Salpiti Korale, Plot by Plot
A second map sharpens the focus further.
Where Van Campen’s map provides an overview of the geographical reach and movement of the cinnamon enterprise, the detailed plan of Salpiti Korale attaches cinnamon more closely to individual grounds and localities in and around what is now greater Colombo. Similar detailed plans were drawn for other korales and areas in which cinnamon grew.
The plate itself carries a striking collection of names familiar to a modern resident: Kotte, Mirihana, Welikada, Nawala, Pepiliyana, Kollupitiya, Wellawatte and Galkissa, or Mount Lavinia, among others. They appear beside or among numbered and outlined cinnamon grounds. The importance of the map is not that all of modern Colombo lay within Salpiti Korale—it did not—but that it allows particular 18th-century cinnamon localities around the expanding city and its eastern and southern approaches to be set against places we know today.
A related survey shows how closely Dutch mapping followed Colombo’s expansion. Brohier notes that, as settlement spread beyond the Fort and Pettah, a map made about 1766 by Lieutenant C. D. Wentzel surveyed the Colombo district for a radius of five miles in all directions from the Fort. Particular care was taken to mark the cinnamon-growing districts, partly for the information of the authorities and partly as a warning to inhabitants.
The records preserve some striking glimpses of areas we do not normally associate with cinnamon. A Dutch governor deplored the number of valuable bushes being “pitifully cut down for firewood especially near Liveramentu (Thimbirigasyaya-Narahenpita) where it grows luxuriantly.”
It is difficult now to associate Thimbirigasyaya and Narahenpita with luxuriant cinnamon, yet that is precisely why this cartographic detail matters. Pepiliyana, Nawala, Welikada, Wellawatte and other familiar names cease for a moment to be simply modern suburbs and become part of an older cinnamon geography.
In this sense, the Salpiti map performs a different task from Van Campen’s. The first shows the astonishing geographical reach of the cinnamon enterprise. Salpiti brings us down almost plot by plot.
Down to the Individual Tree
A third example reduces the scale to a single piece of ground. Three charts dated 1720 depict a chena called Katugalavila in the village of Degambedda in Hevagam Korale, about half an hour’s journey from the fort at Hanwella. The original survey was by L. Boomgart; the version reproduced by Brohier and Paulusz is an 1899 facsimile by M. F. N. Rotteveel.
The three drawings show the same ground before clearing, after cutting and burning, and after planting and regrowth. Seventeen kinds of tree are identified by letters, with their Sinhala names recorded in Dutch spelling. Before clearing, the plot contained five cinnamon trees; in the third stage it contained 229 cinnamon shoots and young trees. Brohier called the plan both “a picture of the ground” and a “working-plan,” and remarked on its striking representation of detail and use of colour.
This small survey is useful here chiefly because it shows just how far Dutch cartographic attention could descend: from an extensive cinnamon country, to individual grounds, and finally to individual trees.
The 1719 map shows the cinnamon country extending from the Chilaw River to Dondra. The Salpiti Korale map brings us into recognizable localities around Colombo and its suburbs. At Degambedda, near Hanwella, the cartographic lens descends to a single chena and finally to individual cinnamon trees.
Taken together, the three maps turn the broad designation Canelle Landen into something much more precise: a country of rivers, political boundaries and old administrative divisions; roads, villages and seasonal encampments; identifiable cinnamon grounds; and, finally, individual plants.
They also help explain the practical appeal of later attempts to concentrate cinnamon production in more accessible and systematically cultivated grounds. Van Campen’s map makes visible the enormous geographical reach of the older, dispersed system—the distances travelled, the seasonal encampments and the labour required to bring the prepared bark to the coast. The hardships of that system are less visible on the map itself, but they are amply recorded in the contemporary documentation. The later transformation of cinnamon cultivation is another chapter. These maps preserve the geography that preceded it.
Retracing the Circuit
There is a modern postscript to this story. In recent years, the Pekoe Trail, a long-distance walking route through the tea estates of the hill country, has offered a new way of experiencing Ceylon’s montane landscape and tea heritage. The Cinnamon Captain’s circuit suggests the possibility of a low-country counterpart.
It need not be a walking trail. Selected stages of the forty-six-point circuit could be retraced largely by road, linking surviving place names and old cinnamon localities with places where cinnamon is still cultivated today. The korales no longer function as administrative divisions, roads have changed and much of the old cinnamon country has been transformed or built over, but enough of the underlying geography survives to make the old route intelligible.
Three centuries ago the circuit was travelled at the commencement of the harvest by an official inspecting the cinnamon country. Retraced today, it could offer a way of rediscovering a geography that these extraordinary maps have preserved in remarkable detail.
Notes: This article draws extensively on Volume II of R. L. Brohier and J. H. O. Paulusz’s Land, Maps & Surveys: A Descriptive Catalogue of Historical Maps in the Surveyor General’s Office, whose detailed descriptions, annotations and translations of Dutch maps and records make it possible to reconstruct much of the geography discussed here.
Images 3–5 reproduced from R. L. Brohier and J. H. O. Paulusz, Land, Maps & Surveys, Vol. II (1951).
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