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Lost in the Death Valley in Chile

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Death Valley in Chile

by Jayantha Perera

In 2016, Shyamala and I visited Peru and Chile in South America. We flew from Miami in the USA nine hours before landing at Santiago Airport in Chile. The sky was blue, and a mild cool breeze engulfed us when we exited the airport. An elderly man was waiting for us, holding a board that said “Shyamala.” He greeted us warmly when we approached him. He introduced himself, welcomed us to Chile, took our two suitcases, and led us to a large van. He drove us to the hotel we had booked. It was an old mansion converted into a boutique hotel. It reminded me of old cottages in Goa in India with large verandas, narrow doors, and dark interiors. It was 11 am, and we had to wait about one hour before checking in. The hotel staff invited us to the coffee bar. While sipping wonderful coffee, I saw a poem on a wooden frame.

Because someone doesn’t LOVE you
the WAY that you want THEM to
DOESN’T mean that they don’t LOVE
you with all that they HAVE.

It was a powerful statement of the human nature. It highlighted how easily one can misread or suspect others’ behaviour with assumptions, attitudes, and fears. The double negative in the poem heightened the depth of its pledge. It was a poem from a book or a poem written by a hotel staff member. It presumably meant that the hotel staff would take care of its guests.

We flew to Calama Town the next day to start our journey in the Atacama Desert. The Airport was a tin shed with basic facilities amid a mining area. The air was hot, and an occasional wind stirred dust, which could blind anybody for a few seconds. A charming, chubby man met us at the airport. His name was Joe, and his vehicle was an air-conditioned luxury van. He explained our itinerary for the next five days and said that we would visit several of the most beautiful places on earth. That afternoon, our destination was a small town called Pedro de Atacama, 200 km from Calama, in the heart of the Atacama Desert.

The Atacama Desert, the driest place on earth, is a testament to the beauty of nature. With less than 1mm of precipitation each year, some of its areas have not seen a drop of rain in the past 100 years. As we journeyed through the desert, Joe showed us abandoned and decaying vehicles, animal skeletons, and buildings partially buried in sand. The mirage was strong in front of us on the road, creating a mesmerizing landscape. Joe’s advice to wear sunglasses and drink plenty of water was a reminder of the desert’s harsh conditions, and his large cool box was a welcome sight.

Pedro de Atacama was a picturesque small town. A perennial large water spring in its vicinity sustained it. We checked into a cosy, thatched, mud house-type hotel at the northern fringe of the town. At the house’s entrance were two guardian dwarfs carved out of a tree trunk. They told us about the rich indigenous culture. The hotel’s thatched roof kept its interior cool. The hotel had a bar, a restaurant, and a coffee shop.

The culmination of our stay in Pedro de Atacama was visiting the Valle de La Muerte (Death Valley). On the afternoon of our second day in Atacama, Joe drove us to the Death Valley, about 10 kilometres from our hotel. According to him, the valley got the name ‘Death Valley’ because, in the past, whoever tried to cross it alone died in the attempt. It is a barren, dry land with sand dunes and decaying chalk hills. The valley has peculiar geomorphic and topographical characteristics. Rocky and natural sculptures, created by corrosive sand, spread unevenly to the horizon. The landscape was just stunning. The changing colours of sand dunes, the cragginess of the terrain, the unusual land contours, and the sheer vastness of the desert mesmerised us.

Joe, while driving, told us stories about the Death Valley. He cautioned us to follow his directions describing the fate of a young French tourist travelling in the Death Valley alone. He disappeared in the valley, and his body was never found. Several others, too, lost their way and perished in the scorching sun. Despite the risks, anyone who came to Pedro de Atacama never missed visiting Death Valley.

As we turned from the tarred main road to a large pool of sand without roads, Joe’s resourcefulness and kindness shone through. The disappearing tyre marks of previous vehicles vaguely guided us to Death Valley from the main road. When the van’s tyres lost traction on the smooth sand, Joe didn’t panic. Instead, he calmly inserted several planks under the rear two tyres and tried to move the van backwards. He asked us to stay in the van and kept the air conditioner running. After half an hour, he suggested that we walk to the Death Valley, which was only a few hundred metres from where we were. He could not contact a garage in the town because of the lack of communication signals. Therefore, he had to wait for a vehicle to send a message to a garage.

Joe showed us the directions to reach the Death Valley. We hesitated to walk without him, as there was no road. In front of us was a rapidly rising sand dune. Joe told us to walk towards it until we met a path across a valley. He said that the Valley we would cross is a branch of the Death Valley. He promised to meet us at the other end of the path as soon as he could get the van moving.

Shyamala and I checked the water in our small bottle and found it full. I told Joe that we feared desert insects and scorpions. He said that we could easily see and avoid them in daylight. We started walking, and the climb became steep; it exhausted us. We saw a vehicle parked on a plateau about half a kilometre from us. That morning, we heard tour groups come to the Death Valley in the afternoon before heading to the Moon Valley (Valle de La Luna) to see spectacular sunsets. Joe said nothing about the plateau and how we could reach it. On our climb, fine sand forced us to slide several feet down at some places before regaining traction. We found small cactus bushes on our way but could not hold on to them because of their sharp, needle-like spikes. We climbed the dune on all fours, trying to avoid fine sand hitting us on the face. I was looking for sand scorpions and poisonous insects and saw a few hurriedly moving away from us.

Halfway to the top of the sand dune, we saw a narrow path across the slope of a sea of sand to our left. We could not see its other end. Shyamala and I discussed our direction: to climb the sand dune or walk towards the path as Joe had instructed. Shyamala opined that we should climb up to the plateau where we could see a vehicle and several people. I pointed out we should take the path, as its contours matched Joe’s description. We watched for a few minutes how the path temporarily disappeared and reappeared as sand blew over it. In the end, the sloping path with its changing contours, caused by strong wind, discouraged us from taking it.

I was worried that if we did not follow Joe’s directions, we might not meet him before sunset and might get lost in the Death Valley. Given its nasty sandstorms, darkness, and coldness after sunset, staying in the Death Valley overnight was not an option for us. The stories of travellers who died in the Death Valley loomed large in my mind.

We regretted our decision to leave Joe. I worried how Joe would find us. Shyamala told me we should not worry about Joe. If he could not find us, he could have checked at the hotel whether we had returned, and if we had not, he should have a plan to rescue us.

When we reached the plateau, we saw two vehicles were leaving. To our consolation, there were two more vehicles on the plateau. Many people were taking photographs of the changing landscape of the Death Valley and the glorious sunset. We walked on the plateau and watched how wind constantly changed the landscape with fine sand. The lack of moisture, the unforgiving sun, and the desert winds created endless horizons and new contours of the large sand bank. Dusty red rock formations against the sun gave a breathtaking view of the Death Valley. The sun was setting, and suddenly, we felt cold.

We could vaguely see the main road about two kilometres away from the plateau. The plateau gradually sloped in that direction. We could walk towards the road to meet a vehicle to get help to reach our hotel. Shyamala pointed out that we could not walk that far at night without knowing the terrain. Therefore, we must leave the plateau and the Death Valley as early as possible. We saw the two vehicles leaving. If we got stuck on the plateau, we should look for the road the two vehicles had taken. I told Shyamala that we could walk to the main road if we could find that road. She disagreed.

The plateau was about two acres in size and had no trees or bushes. We felt cold and had to stand close to a small crag to avoid the direct wind. Our shadows were lengthening as the sun was going down rapidly. We had no warm clothes to protect us from blowing cold winds.

Suddenly, a van emerged onto the plateau, and we were thrilled to see it. Several women got down and hurriedly walked to watch the Death Valley. Then, they returned to their vehicle. I felt that we were not lonely in the Valley.

Shyamala insisted that we should ask the van driver to take us to Pedro de Atacama. I hesitated. I thought about Joe, who would be looking for us at the location where he told us to wait. While I was fighting with my thoughts, Shyamala walked toward the van across the plateau. The van driver saw her approaching the vehicle. He stopped the vehicle and came out to meet her.

He told Shyamala in halting English that we must not delay leaving the plateau. Shyamala told him we were stranded because our driver did not turn up, and we did not know how to get to the main road. She asked him to drop us on the main road. He talked to the women and told us to get into the van. The van was full of old ladies. They made room for us to sit at the edge of two seats. I thought they would be unhappy because of the delay we caused and because of overcrowding the van. But all of them were accommodating and kind. Some of them talked to us. A few were worried about us and thought aloud about our predicament in the Death Valley at sunset. The poem I copied from a board at the hotel in Santiago a few days before came to my mind. The driver was undoubtedly kind and did not hesitate to help strangers in trouble. I thought their kindness would fit into the poem’s meaning – “they love you with all they have.” They rescued us from grave danger without an iota of hesitation.

We left the Death Valley before the sun disappeared. The road was winding, and reaching the main road took about 20 minutes. The driver told us he could not drop us at Pedro de Atacama because his team was going to the Moon Valley to see the sunset, which was already late. He dropped us on the road, which was not too far from our hotel. We walked to the hotel. At the hotel, we checked whether Joe had tried to contact us. The hotel did not receive any message from him. I thought about Joe. Was he still with the van in the Valley, or did he get help moving his vehicle from the sand dune?

Early in the morning, the hotel manager told us that Joe had contacted him at 10 pm to check whether we had returned from the Death Valley. We were happy that we did not follow his instruction to go to the other end of the path across the Valley. If we had, we would have waited more than five hours in an unknown, lonely place for him to come and rescue us! That was, only if we had managed to cross the Death Valley and survived.



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Role of identity in the making and breaking of West Asian peace

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Negotiators at the Pakistani-negotiated preliminary peace talks. BBC

The West Asian peace effort continues waveringly amid uncertainties. The world could be considered as having ‘some breathing space’ currently in this tangled situation on account of a dip in oil prices but whether such relief would be of a long term nature is left to be seen.

Meanwhile, some vital ‘details’ in the peace process are continuing to hobble it. One such factor is the nuclear issue. While US President Donald Trump is on record that Iran’s purported nuclear programme from now on will be monitored by the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA), this assertion is being denied by the Iranian authorities who indicate that Iran will be coming under no such regime. That is, Iran will be answerable to no one with regard to its legitimate right to defend itself.

Accordingly, an early closure to the nuclear question could not be expected and the furthering of peace in the region hinges on the principal sides being of one mind on the issue. Moreover, toll-free shipping through the Strait of Hormuz is proving to be a bone of contention between the warring sides.

However, perhaps going largely unnoticed in the Middle East region are identity questions of considerable magnitude that have stood in the way of the region making some headway towards a peace settlement and which would continue to undermine such a process going forward. Identity, or a group’s self conception, is by far the most intractable of the factors in the conflict and the main sides would do well to manage it effectively before long.

US Vice President J.D. Vance, as pointed out in this column last week, fired one of the first salvos in this regard in the current peace effort. He reportedly said: ‘Regional peace and stability includes stopping the funding of “terrorist organizations” .’ He probably had in mind the Hezbollah organization which is funded and armed by Iran but, needless to say, the latter would reject this statement out of hand because it does not see the Hezbollah as terroristic in orientation.

Accordingly, the tangled issue of ‘who is a terrorist?’ would recur to hamper the West Asian peace bid. An important corollary to this matter is that Middle Eastern militants would be branding US administrations as terroristic considering the humanly costly military interventions undertaken by the latter over the decades in the world’s war zones.

It is difficult to see the main sides taking up the issue of terror and arriving at a common understanding on the problem over the next couple of months in their peace deliberations but the unresolved question could be expected to be the proverbial ‘elephant in the room’ that could even wear the sides down. Accordingly, ‘quick fixes’ to the Middle East imbroglio would need to be ruled out.

However, paring down terror to its essentials, it needs to be found that in contemporary times it is identity and issues growing out of it that keep the question alive and render it intractable. In fact the problem should be seen as igniting and sustaining a multiplicity of conflicts world wide.

So pervasive are identity questions that they are seen by some as having played a role in leading to the recent resignation of Keir Starmer as UK Prime Minister. Among other things, the latter is seen as having been incapable of managing migration related issues besides falling short in strengthening domestic social cohesion.

Identity issues came to a head in the UK in the form of the recent anti-immigrant riots in Northern Ireland. Clearly, some immigrants continue to be seen as aliens and parasitic in nature in some parts of the UK by jingoistic elements. Thus is ignited anti-foreigner violence.

That said, some of the most laudable measures for the promotion of peaceful race relations are found in the UK today. The latter’s race relations legislation could be seen as constituting a model for the rest of the world and needs to be studied and adopted by particularly the global South where identity conflicts are rampant.

Unfortunately, racial amity is not being considered a priority by the Trump administration. Under the latter immigrants are being seen by supremacist whites as the archetypal ‘Other’ who should be violently shunned. Accordingly, social cohesion in the US too is being steadily undermined and stepped-up race hate in the country shouldn’t come as a surprise.

In the West Asian region, archetypal ‘Othering’ could prove particularly pernicious and destructive. It could lead to the unraveling of the current peace talks between the adversaries and needs to be addressed by them if the negotiations are to prove productive.

For far too long the West and Israel have been viewed as archetypal enemies by Iran and its supporters. On the other hand, Palestinian militants have been habitually seen by the Far Right in the US and by hard line Israelis as sworn enemies who are best eliminated. These seemingly unresolvable divides in the Middle East could bring down the present negotiatory process.

Even if the present round of mediated negotiations between the US and Iran lead to a substantive cessation of hostilities in West Asia, the divisive mindsets of the prime antagonists, that is, the US and its ally Israel on the one side and Iran and its supportive militant groups on the other, would need to be changed for the better if enduring peace is to be given a chance. That is, mindsets would need to be transformed on both sides of the divide from mutual hostility to mutual amicability. No doubt, a long-gestation process.

It cannot be stressed enough that those mediating in this long-running conflict, themselves need to approach peace-making with unbiased minds. It needs to be realized, for example, that Israel too has been ‘hurting’ badly in this conflict over the decades to the degree to which the Palestinian side has been victimized cruelly, dispossessed and divested of dignity.

Any negotiated peaceful settlement should seek to address this persistent mindset malaise as well and turn enmity into amicability. An equitable solution that addresses the lingering grievances of both sides could lay the basis for this process of ‘Turning Spears into Ploughshares.’

‘Land and Bread’ have been at the heart of the Middle East conflict over the decades or even centuries. An equitable solution should provide these assets in equal measure for both sides. There is no getting away from the ‘Two State Solution’.

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Central bankers live on Short End Street; Economic planners live on Long End Street

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Long End Street is not a summation of Short End Streets. Eighteen short-term crises and no long-term growth in sight!

For quite some time, there has been no agency of government dealing with long-term economic and social policy questions. Nor have universities been of any help. There has been a National Planning Department in the Ministry of Finance but we have not seen any worthwhile reports from them. M. D. H. Jayawardena, in 1956, presented in Parliament the Six-Year Programme of Investment. Soloman Bandaranaike established a National Planning Council and a Planning Department, with Princy Siriwardena as its Director. They wrote the Ten-Year Plan, better known for its readability than its depth of analysis or policy content. Ten years or so later Dudley Senanayake established a Ministry of Planning and Employment with Gamani Corea (later of high international repute) as its Permanent Secretary. The Ministry was responsible for some useful analytical work and the development of a bureaucracy responsible for plan implementation. The latter was the work of a brilliant member of the Ceylon Civil Service, Godfrey Gunatilleke, who also worked in the Ministry. The major pre-occupation of the Ministry turned out to be the annual government budget and the management of direly scarce foreign exchange, all short term considerations. They set up a bureaucratic mechanism to evaluate capital expenditure in the government budget. The Ministry won plaudits for its Foreign Exchange Budget, some analytical wok on the economy, including population projections as well as education, in both schools and universities. As the 1970s wore on, planning earned a bad press and the new government of 1971 disbanded most of that and created a Department of National Planning in the Ministry of Finance, which survives to date.

A part of the purpose of this narrative has been to bring out that, all along, government has had no outfit of economists and sociologists whose job was to study long term changes in our society and the economy and in the rest of the world and propose solutions for consideration by governments. (A brilliant exception was the work on education, that was directed by Jinapala Alles, who had graduated in chemistry and was a fast learner and was at great ease with numbers. He was also an effortless leader of a small team of self-selected competent and enthusiastic public servants.) The government depended on the Central Bank for advice on long term development of the economy. Princy Siriwardena was seconded for service in the Planning Secretariat; similarly, Gamani Corea was from the Bank. Later, he was replaced with H.A.de S. Gunasekera, likely the most brilliant economics teacher in the University of Ceylon. He taught monetary economics, essentially short term. (His favourite economist Keynes famously wrote, “In the long run we are all dead”.)

When the Ministry of Planning and Employment was established in 1965, government plundered the Central Bank to staff it: Gamani Corea, R. M. Seneviratne, N. Ramachandran, Nihal Kappagoda and G. Usvatte-aratchi. Later, W. M. Tillekeratne and A. S. Jayawardena both long term employees of the Central Bank, were appointed as the chief economist of government. Jayawardena still later became the Governor of the Bank. Several other employees of the Bank, including J. B. Kelegama, P. B. Karandawela, P. B. Jayasundera worked at high levels in successive governments and that practice continued when Mahinda Siriwardena became the Secretary to the Ministry of Finance when Anura Dissanayake became the Minister of Finance. It is mysterious that the government saw no need for specialist advisers who would identify long term economic and social problems and solutions therefor, look out for markets and technology and warn of impending pitfalls, in contrast to our mighty neighbour which had a Planning Commission that handled long term problems and a Central Bank which had learnt to handle masterly, monetary problems.

Pitambar Pant, Montek Singh Ahluwalia, Manmohan Singh, I. G. Patel and Raghu Ram Rajan were most distinguished economics policymakers and central bankers. Japan benefited greatly from the work of MITI. So did Korea from its counterpart. This is not to argue that had there been an outfit of that sort, Sri Lanka would now be rich but to warn that the Central Bank is neither equipped nor fit to fight those battles. If you scan the Central Bank Act of 2023, you will find stabilisation the most frequently recurring theme. Clause 6 reads ‘The primary object (objective?) of the Central Bank shall be to achieve and maintain domestic price stability.’ The most generous reading that the Bank may have anything to do with economic development is in Clause 6 (4) ‘In pursuing the primary object (objective?), the Central Bank shall take into account, inter alia, the stabilisation of output towards its potential level.’ Lawyers may have a field day with that and economists may beg for its meaning.

Amarananda Jayawardena was the last Governor of the Central Bank who had understood that the central bank was equipped to handle short term problems and that not always valiantly, and that it had neither the tools nor the resources to plan and engineer long term development. As Governor, he did not speak for the government on long term economic and social problems, although prior to assuming duties as Governor of the Bank, he had been the chief economist of the government. Jayawardena knew all too well the nature of the tools and the resources he had and how far he could confidently aim and shoot. It was simply silly to produce a Five-year Road Map (no matter how colourful the accompanying graphics), when a central bank mainly used transactions in the short-term financial assets market to move interest rates and the demand for money. The Bank of England, for most of the 20th century, used Commercial Paper with two ‘good names’ at its Discount Window. Short-term and long-term rates of interest, normally, behave in a predictable relationship, although occasionally, and in volatile times, that relationship may become inverted. (I am not well read on recent Fed and the Riks Bank market operations.)

The economists at the Central Bank are experts in monetary policy and are rarely knowledgeable about economic growth. An exception was S. B. D. de Silva and he found writing a half page note to the Centra Bank Bulletin (monthly) stultifying. He left the Bank quite young and continued studying economics until the very end of his life. As undergraduates they may have read on economic growth and development but as professionals in the central bank, it is unlikely that they kept working on problems in that area. They may also have learned, some time, that there has been no central bank credited with spearheading economic development in any country. Therefore, to pretend that they can advise the government on economic planning, is a hobby which they would be wise to desist from.

We did a splendid job of saving our new born children and their mothers as indicated in low infant mortality and maternal mortality rates. We scored an even more resounding victory in educating all our children. If we have any claim to any civilizing missions in the 20th century, these two stand out. Beside them, we have been mostly failures. The economy has advanced only laggardly. It has miserably failed to exploit excellent opportunities to sell in burgeoning markets, output employing a healthy and educated labour force. Japan, South Korea, China, Vietnam, south India, Ethiopia, Rwanda and several other countries, all (except Japan) late comers to the game compared to Sri Lanka, succeeded in doing just that. It is wrong to blame governments alone for poor economic growth, as many do. Most economic activity in this country is run by the private sector and leaders there have made poor use of opportunities.

When ministers of government and its employers collect bribes, private sector persons pay bribes. The markedly rapid economic growth in Andhra Pradesh, Telangana, Karnataka, Tamil Nadu and Keralam and poor growth in Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Bihar and many others in the north east are under the same central government dispensation, sharply pointing to differences in the quality of business leadership in the two groups. ‘Big business’ here run betting shops, supermarkets, hospitals, import and market household equipment, banks and insurance companies and, most ambitiously maintain construction companies. (In the widely watched IPL cricket matches 2026, Sri Lanka advertised regularly a Betting Centre!) Tourism in this country is the business of small-scale enterprises with low productivity. The ubiquitous kade with a stock-in-trade of less than one hundred thousand rupees, borrowed from a relative or a friend, is a sign of rampant unemployment and not of budding entrepreneurship. When you go to consult a doctor in a private hospital in Colombo and wait endless hours, count the number of men and women employees idling, supervised by a proportionately large number of idling supervisors. Where are the large-scale manufacturing and service companies, selling the world over, where economies of scale abound in the 21st century? So far as I recall, there has been no Initial Public Offering (IPO) of shares in the Colombo Stock Market during the last 7 years. Nor have multinational companies established here any large factories or offices.

Is the air we breathe deathly to enterprise?

by Usvatte-aratchi

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A Requiem for Keir Starmer rule

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By the time Sir Keir Rodney Starmer resigned, polls showed that he had become the least popular Labour Prime Minister in living memory. His fall was all the more striking because his political beginnings had once suggested a very different trajectory. As a teenager in the Labour Party Young Socialists, and later as editor of the Marxist journal Socialist Alternatives, he had stood firmly on the radical left. As a human rights lawyer he opposed the illegal invasion of Iraq, earning a reputation for principle and moral clarity.

It was this early radicalism that his supporters later weaponised, presenting him as a unifying leftwing figure in the aftermath of the coup against the Labour Party leader Jeremy Corbyn. The right-wing of Labour, having spent years undermining Corbyn (including through a coordinated campaign that framed him, falsely, as anti-Semitic) found in Starmer a vessel through which they could reclaim the party while reassuring the membership that continuity with the Corbyn surge remained intact.

In his resignation speech, Starmer claimed to have inherited a politically, morally and financially bankrupt Labour Party. Yet the record shows that Corbyn had revived the party’s grassroots, drawing tens of thousands of new members back to a party embodying the tradition of Keir Hardie. The oligarchy closed ranks against this leftist heavyweight, using Starmer and the Labour right wing as their weapon. Starmer’s “Changed Labour” was not a renewal but a repudiation, embracing the very Thatcherite revisionism that had hollowed Labour out in the first place.

A Britain battered by decades of neoliberal restructuring formed the backdrop to Starmer’s rise. The cumulative effects of Maggie “milk-snatcher” Thatcher’s programme, deepened by Blair, Cameron, May, and Johnson, combined with the convulsions of Brexit to produce a profound economic, social, and political crisis. The Conservative Party imploded under the weight of its own contradictions. Starmer, offering managerial calm, an a Corbyn-lite manifesto, rode the wave of Tory collapse to a landslide victory.

But once in office, he revealed himself as a Blairite in sombre tones: a Thatcherite in Labour clothing. Within weeks he slashed winter fuel payments for pensioners, inaugurating a harsh antiworkingclass agenda. He embraced the Israeli government even as it carried out genocide in Gaza. The former human rights lawyer now used antiterror legislation to suppress dissent, particularly protests against the genocide. His immigration rhetoric, invoking an “island of strangers,” echoed the poisonous cadences of Enoch Powell.

Throughout his premiership he remained pofaced, showing little emotion even when forced into humiliating Uturns by public outrage. He displayed no visible sorrow at the mass killing of children in Gaza. Only at the prospect of losing office did he appear moved. He was, in the words of Saki, a man with “the soul of a meringue,” a mediocrity whose obedience to the oligarchic class and to Zionist backers embodied what Hannah Arendt called the banality of evil. His legacy – and that of the Tories who preceded him – is a nation distrustful of politicians of whatever hue, open to the pseudo-anti-elite, deception of the billionaire-backed racist far-right

His resignation leaves Britain at a crossroads – will it follow the fascistic path of Nigel Farage’s Reform Party, or will it go down the green-red road of Zach Polanski and Corbyn? Even replacing Starmer with the newly-elected Andy Burnham will only provide more-of-the-same Tory policies – Burnham went on record saying his first foreign visit as Prime Minister would be to Israel. These are the same policies that created a visceral hatred of Starmer and opened the gates for Reform’s surge.

When news of his resignation broke, a friend told this writer that the one who had engineered the exit of Jeremy Corbyn had been unable to complete two years in office. He added, ‘Rajakam kalath kalakam palade”-– even if you reign, your deeds will bear consequences.

And, so ends the Starmer era, not with the dignity of a statesman, but with the hollow thud of a project built on betrayal, opportunism, and the abandonment of the very principles he once claimed to uphold.

by Vinod Moonesinghe

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