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Rookies at the Police Training School, Katukurunda
Excerpted from A Challenge to the Police, a memoir from Snr. DIG (Rtd.) Kingsley Wickramasuriya
(Continued from last week)
The training started soon after appointment as a Probationary ASP at the Police Training School (PTS), Katukurunda, Kalutara. May 1, 1963, was a Wednesday. I reported at 10.30 am at the office of the Director PTS’. It is a large training complex consisting of several facilities located on a 30-acre block of land.
As you enter the school you see the Co-operative Stores, the hairdressing saloon, Director’s office, the administration block on one side, and the school Charge Room on the opposite side. Trainee barracks of the recruit constables called Police Stations are spread over the premises. Some of them are named after a few retired Inspectors-General and others after some of the kings of yore. They were called Jenkins, Campbell, Dowbiggin, Rajasinghe, Elara, Gemunu, Tissa, and Vijaya.
The men are provisioned through the Junior Staff Mess (JSM). Senior Staff Mess (SSM) housed some of the lecturers, trainees coming for the Inspectors’ Promotion Class, and probationary sub-inspectors. The training and administrative staff from the Director Training downward is provided with housing on the premises.
It has its own medical facility and recreational ground called Brindley Grounds and a large parade ground called Aluvihare Grounds and a large assembly hall called the Magul Maduwa. It also has a small-arm firing range and (now) a full-fledged firing range for rifle shooting etc. It is also equipped with tennis courts, stables and riding school, and (now) a swimming pool. It also has a dairy farm maintained under the Farm Development Fund. Curd, one of the products of this farm is available to the trainees and the training staff at the School through the Cooperative Stores at a competitive price. The dagoba which is a new addition was constructed later during the period of Mr. K.D.C. Ekanayake when he was the Director of the PTS.
The School was administered by a Director Training (DT) of the rank of a Superintendent of Police and was assisted by an Assistant Director. Our first (Acting) Director of Training was Mr. K.D.C. Ekanayake. Being a senior ASP near promotion he was acting in the rank of a Superintendent and was a strict disciplinarian. Each Police Station had an Officer in Charge of the rank of at least a Sub-inspector assisted by a Police Sergeant and other staff In addition, there were Drill Instructors, and lecturing staff headed by a Chief Lecturer.
I was the first out of the three probationers to report to PTS. Inspector Boyagoda was there to receive me. He took me to a prefabricated house situated close to the SSM. This was to be the quarters for the three of us for some time until we were shifted to the SSM. Messrs Shanmugam and Gunawardena, the other two colleagues joined me in the prefab later in the day.
Besides the three of us, there were some 20-odd probationary sub-inspectors and 200-odd recruit constables in the batch who reported that day. They were quartered separately: the probationary sub-inspectors in the SSM and the Recruit Constables in eight different single men’s barracks attached to Police Stations.
We were also later attached to three different Police Stations. I was attached to ‘Jenkins’, Mr. Shanmugam to ‘Elara’, and Mr. Gunawardena to ‘Rajasinghe’ Police Stations. In addition, two Probationary Sub-Inspectors (P/SII) were also attached to each of the Police Stations. P/SII Seevaratnam and Wimalasena were attached to my Station, ‘Jenkins’.
We were to be addressed by the Acting Director later in the evening at assembly but this was postponed for the next day. The next day we assembled at Magul Maduwa at 0700 hours to listen to the address by the Acting Director, ASP K.D.C. Ekanayake. He was the ASP Training School and the most senior ASP attached to the Police Training School (PTS) at the time. He was acting until a permanent Director was posted to the School.
In his address, he explained the duties of a police officer, the service expected, and how we should conduct ourselves. This was later followed by another lecture by Inspector Boyagoda giving a general picture of what to be expected in the next few days. The next day we were taken round to the administration block, stores, library, and the Charge Room. We were issued the reference books, notebooks, and the Constables’ Manual.
We soon settled down to a pattern that was to be our daily routine for the next six to seven months at the Training School. It was six months of continuous, strenuous training. We had no access to the outside world during this period except for an occasional visit to places of professional interest such as the CID (Technical Branch), the JMO’s Office in Colombo, the Government Analysts’ Department, and IG’s Stores to order our uniforms and accouterments.
Apart from this, our Drill Instructor (Sub-Inspector Somapala) and the Assistant Director (ASP A.M.E. Jayasena) helped provide us with some limited social space. That was some solace in a cloistered environment.
The day started at 0630 hrs with the parade, riot drill, Physical Training (PT), or horse riding and was followed by lectures and sometimes motorcycle riding. The subjects were law, police orders and first-aid, and general knowledge. Classes were held both in the forenoon and the afternoon. In addition, we also had to be engaged in land development work, gardening, and recreational activities like tennis, rugger, cricket, and films. For 303 firing practice, the whole batch of recruits was taken to the Army Firing Range at Panagoda having booked the range well ahead of time.
From the first week itself, we had to keep a weekly diary in terms of Departmental Order (DO) E 214. They are official documents that ought to reflect a complete and comprehensive record of the daily activities of the officer concerned consisting of his comments and remarks on what he found during his duty. Usually, it is the ASPs and SPs in charge of territorial Districts and Divisions that are expected to keep these diaries.
The ASPs have to submit their diaries to the SP Division by Tuesday and by Wednesday they along with the diary of the SP should be in the hands of the DIG. It is through this diary that the SP Division and the DIG Range will know what is happening in their Divisions and Ranges. Since Weekly Diaries are official documents that could be called in evidence at any time the officers are expected to retain them for a specified period.
The weekly report was submitted through Inspector Boyagoda to ASP Training and Director Training (DT). The diaries would be read -and returned to us with comments and remarks by ASP Training and DT. I used to be very critical about many things in my comments in the weekly diaries. Several shortcomings in the facilities, methods of training, and even behavior of senior residents in the SSM who were there for the Inspector’s Course and even some of the training staff came under my critical comments.
Those who read my diaries took the comments in the correct spirit. In certain instances, they offered explanations and at times they took action to find solutions to what was pointed out and at yet other times I got a knock or two for what they apparently thought were my hasty remarks.
As early as the first week I suggested to the OIC of my station that we arrange a Vesak Carol as we did at Peradeniya University under Dr. Sarachchandra’s leadership. It was a religious cum cultural event. Enthused by this experience I thought it a good thing to start a new tradition since the training school provided the atmosphere of a University Campus. The OIC promised to consult the acting DT, Mr. Ekanayake. Later he told me that the suggestion was not received favorably.
I commented on this in my weekly diary and regretted that the suggestion was not accepted. The Acting DT promptly responded asking: “Is there a place for carol with music in the Buddhist religion?
If the ‘Seela, Samadhi, and Panna’ are the crux’ of the religion I do not think that carols have any place in it.” I was quite deflated and my ego was badly hurt. I did it with all good intentions thinking that it would add color to the drab training routine. Besides, I wanted to give the place a little bit of Sarachchandra flavour being an ardent follower of the Sarachchandra tradition.
Many years later when I heard that a dagoba was constructed in the training school under the aegis of Director Training K.D.C. Ekanayake, I thought what hypocrisy it was to have turned down my suggestion about carols reflecting on his comments about Seela, Samadhi, and Panna. However, I did not know about the correctness of his comments at that time until recently because I had no deep knowledge or understanding of Seela, Samadhi, or Panna and how irrelevant carols and music were to the issue.
Perhaps I had confused these three foundations with Sardha. Mr. Ekanayake had a point. I was just a trainee. Who was I to tell him what he should do? I was hurt because I had an inflated ego and thought I could introduce new traditions in a territory where I was a total stranger and a rookie novice. I think this episode had somewhat of a dampening effect on my assertive spirit. Yet I did not give up making those critical comments when they caught my eye.
In addition to classes, parade, horse riding (for the Probationary ASPs), etc. we also had other duties to attend to. We had to take the night Roll Call or supervise it being done by the Probationary SIs. In addition, we also had to do one night round per week. We had to check patrols and mention times and places visited during the night rounds in the diary. According to the requirement of the Departmental Order, we had to perform an early, middle, and late-night round respectively each week.
Night rounds on Saturday were not looked upon with favor as this would encourage one to get into the habit of postponing the performance of the night round till the last moment. Once I had done a night round on a Saturday and the remark of the DT was ‘avoid Saturday night rounds’. I was to face this remark several times from other officers as well during my career.
Once closer to passing out of the Training School we were exempted from night rounds on a couple of occasions. On one of these occasions we were in Colombo at the Transport Division for the Traffic Course but still attached to the PTS. The weekly diary went to the DIG Central Range in charge of the Transport Division. It came back with his remark about the exemption of the Night Rounds – ‘Should never have been allowed. The hard way at the start is the best’.
We followed classes with the Probationary SIs. Constables had their classes conducted at their respective Police Stations by the OIC and the Drill Instructors. Inspector Boyagoda was in-charge of our class. He appointed a class monitor as we started the classes. IP Boyagoda was like the proverbial village schoolmaster, stern and very strict. The only thing missing was the cane in hand. I felt like a schoolboy myself. He was so strict and relentless that everybody in the class hated him.
Perhaps he knew it but never cared or showed that he cared. I frequently came under his vigilant eye as I used to doze off often in class, particularly in the afternoon. I was tired after the riding classes in the morning. Besides, it was difficult to sit long hours on the benches in the class with injuries on my thighs and buttocks from horse riding. Further, lectures in law were technical and boring to me.
Under those circumstances, it was extremely difficult to keep my head up. So, I had to endure many a frown from him from the head of the class. However, occasionally there would be a crime playlet to liven up the `boring’ classes. I am not quite sure I enjoyed those playlets. If I had I would have commented on that in my weekly diary as I have done on many occasions on many subjects. But I cannot find any such comments in the diaries.
Sub-inspector Somapala who was in charge of our Drill and PT Squads was a very amiable and affable person. He generally had a friendly attitude towards us, the Probationery ASPs in particular, and the Probationary SIs in general. Consequently, he was liked by all in the class. He had a Morris Minor car. Whenever we wanted to visit Kalutara town on our Sundays off, he was always available and would take us in his car.
In addition to classes on law and parade we Probationers as we were called, had to learn horse riding and horsemanship and pass a test before confirmation. This was a departmental requirement set for the Probationers, a distinguishing feature of the Officer Class of those days, a relic of British Colonial Rule. Like Gazetted Officers using cars for their official travel now, in those days of British rule used a horse for their official traveling being the mode of transport at that time.
Difficult situations in the training program
As we started classes, we had no uniforms to wear. As such we were allowed to wear civilian clothes for some time until the uniforms were ready. In the second week after reporting, we were sent along with the Probationary SIs in the police bus to the IG’s Stores at Police Headquarters to collect our accouterments. The journey on the bus created some bonhomie among us as a group as we had an opportunity for informal communication.
This was an early opportunity to find out the talents of the group that we were mixing with. Quite a few showed their talent at singing and some others about their talents at mimicry and yarning. Probationary SIs Jagath Jayawardena and Henry Perera stood out among the singers. They were later to play important roles in the edited version of “Maname’, the mini-drama we organized for our passing-out concert.
Gunasena de Silva was the loudest heard in the crowd. He soon earned a name for his vociferousness amongst his friends to his discomfiture at a later date. We also joined in the singing and generally had a good time. Inspector Boyagoda came in charge of us. By nature, he was a shy character. He was a silent observer during the journey and gave us some leeway although he played an assertive role at other times at the school. We collected whatever was available in the IG’s Stores. We also collected the official issue of our weapon, a .380 revolver, and returned with the issues.
A couple of days later we went once again to Colombo, this time with Sub-Inspector Somapala, to order uniforms. Before we went, we were issued a cheque for Rs.1,000.00 each, the Uniform Allowance we were entitled to. We had to buy all our uniforms with this amount. This included two sets of shorts and shirts, two sets of longs and tunics, one set of ceremonial uniform, a mess dress, jodhpurs and breeches for horse riding, riding boots, two caps with braiding, and a raincoat.
In addition, we also had to buy our Sam Browne and the shoulder chords for the ceremonial dress. These had been earlier ordered at Army & Navy Stores and Millers, Cargills, or Apothecaries. The caps and other paraphernalia were bought from the Army & Navy Stores, a shop owned by a retired soldier named Wanigasekera who was well known to generations of probationers who went to him for their supplies.
However, to our disappointment, we found that none of these establishments undertook the orders anymore. Ultimately, we found that K.D. Jayaratne was willing to accept the order. Except for jodhpurs and breeches for which the material was not available, we ordered the rest and returned somewhat late in the evening. Sometime later we went again to Colombo for the fit-on.
On one occasion when we were visiting the JMO’s office, an interesting episode that we would recall time and later in our careers took place. Among the probationary SIs there was an officer who was boisterous in his behavior, showing off as someone who was fearless of any situation. At the JMO’s office, we were watching a post-mortem examination of a dead body crowding around the table when we suddenly heard a ‘thud’ sound as though a tree was felled. There was our ‘hero’ on the ground having fainted at the scene of the body being cut up. That was the last day of his boisterous behavior as his colleagues made fun of him over this incident at every possible turn. Since then he kept a low profile for the rest of his training period.
Perahera duty was another rare experience we raw recruits were treated to. The whole batch of recruits was deployed on special duty to perform Perahera duty in Kandy during the annual pageant. We traveled by train to Kandy and were there for the whole period of the perehera deployed on street and traffic duty.
Training in motorcycle riding was another phase of our training given at the PTS with the probationary ASPs and Sis being trained.. Initially, the training was done at the Aluvihare Grounds and after a couple of days, the whole batch was taken out on the public road through Kalutara Town up to Moratuwa and back accompanied by our drill instructors. It was a fun trip with each trainee taking a pillion rider on their motorcycles. At the end of the training, we received our motorcycle riding license after being examined by a Motorcar Examiner at the PTS itself.
Another memorable event during the training period was the term-end concert. After the final examinations were over, we had to participate in a concert and each group had to present an item. The probtionary ASPs and SIs had to present one item. After a few rounds of discussions among ourselves, I suggested that we re-enact the play `MANAME NADAGAMA’ by Dr. Sarachchandra and undertook the responsibility of organizing the play.
Having been an active member of the ‘Drama Circle’ of Peradeniya University and a student of Dr. Sarachchandra I was on familiar grounds. The idea being accepted I got on to the task immediately. Auditions were held, the cast was selected and we went into regular rehearsals. It was an all-male cast all coming from the batch of probationary ASPs and SIs. Costumes were borrowed and on the day of the concert I did the make-up. We somehow managed the musical instruments as well. Finally, the play was staged and the audience went into raptures. It was a great success and was the talking point of the PTS for a long time to come. It was said to be the first-ever quality production by a trainee batch. It was a cooperative effort that ultimately bloomed.
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Odds and Ends: Horse racing and the business of sports betting – IV
by Prof. C. A. Saliya
(The fourth instalment in a five-part series on
the business of gambling, legal and illegal)
Here’s a puzzle worth thinking about. For well over a century, Sri Lankan law has treated a village card game as a criminal offence, punishable by fine or imprisonment. In that same period, it has treated betting on horse racing as a perfectly legitimate, taxable business, one the state has actively collected revenue from for generations, under a Horse Racing Betting Ordinance older than most of the country’s other gambling law. Same basic activity, risking money on an uncertain outcome, one version illegal since 1889, the other legal the entire time.
Why? Follow the money, and the class lines, back to the colonial era. Horse racing arrived in Ceylon as a pastime of the British administrative and planter class, a “sport,” played and watched at clubs and racecourses, with betting bolted on as a respectable, even sophisticated, accompaniment. Card games played by ordinary people in villages, on the other hand, were exactly the kind of activity the same colonial authorities were eager to label a vice and criminalise. It’s the same pattern we saw with casinos in Part 2: gambling done by the wealthy tends to get called a sport, a tradition, or an investment. Gambling done by everyone else tends to get called a crime.
That history matters, but the economics of horse racing betting matter just as much, because once you understand how a bookmaker actually prices a race, you understand something that applies to almost every form of sports betting on Earth, from a Colombo racecourse to a global football sportsbook.
How a bookmaker guarantees a profit
Imagine a simple race with only two horses running, and imagine, just for the sake of the maths, that both horses genuinely have an exactly 50-50 chance of winning. A perfectly fair bookmaker, offering perfectly fair odds, would price both horses at even money: bet 100 rupees, win 100 rupees plus your stake back, on either horse.
No real bookmaker does this. Instead, they’ll price both horses slightly below their true odds, say, offering odds that imply each horse has a 55 percent chance of winning, even though the true chance is only 50 percent. Add those two implied percentages together and you get 110 percent, not 100. That extra 10 percent is called the “overround,” or sometimes the “vig” (short for vigorish), and it is the bookmaker’s guaranteed margin, built directly into the prices on the board before a single horse leaves the starting gate. It doesn’t matter which horse wins. The bookmaker’s overround wins regardless, on every single race, all day, every day.
There’s a second, subtler effect that decades of studying racing data has confirmed again and again, all over the world: bettors as a group are slightly too generous to favourites and slightly too generous to long-shots. Favourites tend to win a bit more often than their odds suggest they should, meaning betting on the favourite loses you money slightly more slowly than average over the long run, while betting on the rank outsider, the 50-to-1 shot that everyone secretly dreams will come in, loses you money considerably faster than average, because the public consistently overpays for that lottery-ticket dream. Bookmakers know this. It’s baked into their pricing, and it has a name: the favourite-longshot bias.

It’s not just horses anymore
Horse racing used to be the flagship product of the entire betting industry. It still matters enormously, including here in Sri Lanka, where it remains one of the very few genuinely legal betting products, but globally, its share of the total betting market has shrunk as sports betting on football, cricket, tennis and everything else has exploded, especially since a landmark 2018 United States Supreme Court ruling opened the door to state-by-state legal sports betting across America.
The newest and, frankly, most dangerous evolution of all this is “in-play” or “live” betting, placing bets not before a match starts, but continuously, in real time, on what happens in the next five minutes: the next corner, the next wicket, the next point. Regulators studying gambling harm consistently find that in-play betting produces worse outcomes fo bettors than traditional pre-match betting, precisely because there are so many more moments to place a bet, so much less time to think between decisions, and so much more opportunity to chase a loss five minutes after you made it.
Where the skill actually is, and isn’t
Now, a confession from this column, which has spent plenty of ink over the years analysing racecards: professional handicapping, studying trainer and jockey form, course and distance records, the draw, the going, the weight a horse is carrying, is a genuinely real skill, and it can meaningfully improve your chances of picking a winner compared to a random guess. That’s not a myth. Good handicapping works, in the narrow sense that it improves your odds of identifying the horse most likely to win any given race.
But “improving your odds of picking a winner” and “beating the house edge” are two completely different things, and this is the single most important distinction in this entire series. Even the sharpest, most statistically literate handicapper in the country is still betting into odds that already have the bookmaker’s overround baked in. Skill can narrow the gap. It essentially never closes it completely over the long run, for the simple reason that the house built the gap on purpose, and prices every race to make sure it stays open.
When the “form” is fake: Virtual meetings
One genuinely strange wrinkle worth flagging here: some betting products dress themselves up in the full costume of horse racing, trainer names, jockey silks, past form lines, even fake race commentary, while actually being nothing more than a random number generator behind the scenes, deciding the winner with no horses, no trainers, and no real race involved at all; just a computer simulation.
These “virtual racing” products exist specifically to borrow the credibility that real handicapping has earned over more than a century, and apply it to something that has no skill element whatsoever, chance and chance alone. It’s worth knowing the difference, because the two products look almost identical on a betting slip, and only one of them rewards the kind of analysis this column has always tried to teach.
Are manipulations possible?
Bookmakers don’t secretly insert horses into races to beat favorites instead they simply publish odds based on form and betting demand. The real risk comes from insiders with knowledge, such as trainers or syndicates, who can exploit undervalued horses to stage betting coups. These events are rare but welldocumented, leaving a lasting mark on regulation. In the past, bookmakers were reactive, allowing coups to succeed before odds adjusted. Today, they are far more proactive, using AI systems and integrity units to detect anomalies quickly. Even so, insider coups still occur, though they are rarer and swiftly investigated. The balance has shifted: bookmakers now lose less often, but punters continue to chase “value” in overlooked horses, keeping the contest alive between house margins and human ingenuity.
Betting Coups: When the Odds Tilt
Horse racing has always carried a mystique of glamour and risk, but behind the silks and starting gates lies a business model designed to ensure bookmakers never lose. As explained earlier, the “overround”, that invisible margin built into every price, guarantees profit before the first horse even breaks stride. Yet history shows that punters, syndicates, and insiders have occasionally turned the tables, staging coups that shook the industry and exposed its vulnerabilities. Timeline of such incidents are shown in the Table.
These stories remind us that while bookmakers build their margins into every race, the human element, ambition, deception, or sheer audacity, can still disrupt the system. Today’s safeguards, from AIdriven monitoring to integrity units, make coups rarer, but not impossible. And that tension between certainty and surprise is precisely what keeps the public fascinated. Horse racing is not just about speed and stamina; it is about the eternal contest between the house edge and human ingenuity.
The road ahead for racing in Sri Lanka
Horse racing’s legal status in Sri Lanka looks set to remain intact under the new Gambling Regulatory Authority, folded alongside casinos and licensed online sports betting operators. What’s new is that offshore online platforms, which have long taken bets from Sri Lankan customers without local approval, are now—at least on paper—being brought under the same regulatory umbrella as the racecourse. Whether this shift results in genuine oversight or simply adds a licence requirement that foreign operators quietly ignore remains an open question, one to be explored in the final instalment of this series as we assess what fair, joinedup gambling regulation would truly require.
Next week:
Part 5, the final instalment, Closing the Book, on what real gambling reform would look like, and whether Sri Lanka’s new law gets us there.
(Prof. C. A. Saliya, is a charted accountant, academic, researcher and former banker. He is the author of SAMAJA GAVESHAKAYA and Springer Publication DOING SOCIAL RESEARCH. He can be contacted at saliya.ca@gmail.com. The views expressed in this article are his own and do not necessarily represent those of the organisations with which he is affiliated.)
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When slogans meet scrutiny
An unhealthy politics still rents the finished war — and that is why society stays divided
by Mahil Dole
Senior Superintendent of
Police (Retd.)
True national stability requires a transition this country has postponed for seventeen years: from a military victory to civic reforms that penalise divisive actors and build a unified identity. Last week showed, with unusual clarity, why that transition keeps failing. It was not a failure of slogans. It was a failure of consistency. Democracy, in the narrow sense of ballots and benches, is still standing. What is unhealthy is the use to which those ballots and benches are put. An unhealthy politics does not close a war. It rents it.
Three scenes, one week
In Chavakachcheri, President Anura Kumara Dissanayake told a housing gathering that racism would not be tolerated in any form, against Sinhalese, Tamils or Muslims, in the North, South or East. He named the old kindling: heritage sites and religious places still used to ignite tension. He spoke of houses for the displaced and a stadium for children in Jaffna. Those are the right words for a head of State. A country that meant them would be doing the unglamorous work of peace: making the next generation less useful to anyone who needs a quarrel.
In Anuradhapura, on an SLPP stage, a different performance was under way. Jaffna Member of Parliament Archchuna Ramanathan referred to himself as a “Tiger” and to the elected President as a “fox”. The name of a proscribed organisation was spoken in a town that carries the memory of the sacred-city attack. Party figures who have spent years treating any mention of the LTTE as contamination were reported to have cheered. By Monday a civil-society group styling itself the “Joint Opposition” had taken a complaint to the CID. The Police confirmed receipt. Opposition voices had already raised the alarm on Sunday.
Let the record be exact, because the rumour was not. The complaint now on the CID file is that remarks on an SLPP stage, and the cheer that met them, crossed from political insult toward promotion of a banned group. The government, for its part, has said there is no room for LTTE promotion and that remembrance of the dead is another matter. Those are two different files. Mixing them is itself a kind of politics.
A third voice belonged to the same week. Professor Savitri Goonesekere spoke with the clarity that public law, when it is still a discipline and not a campaign colour, can still produce: thoughtful, articulate, addressed to the country rather than to a faction. The speech deserves the praise it has received. The caution it invites is as important as the praise. Worthy slogans, unity, an end to racism, one law for all, are easily hijacked. They are most easily hijacked by those whose own conduct is under scrutiny, and who need the language of virtue more than they need the discipline of it. A speech of that quality raises the standard. It does not lower the duty to watch who picks the slogan up next.
What an unhealthy democracy does
People vote. Governments change. Parliament sits. That is not a failed democracy in the textbook sense. It is also not a healthy one. A healthy system converts a military victory into civic rules that bind the winners as well as the defeated, and that make division expensive. An unhealthy system keeps the war useful. It farms fear. It treats identity as a turnout machine. It issues a guarantee against racism in one district and applauds a banned name in another. That practice is not a lapse of taste. It is a structural reason society remains split.
Duplicity is the method. The same platform that built a career on the defeat of terrorism can, when the arithmetic of a rally requires it, tolerate the self-description of a Tiger. The same voices that demand a ban on LTTE propaganda can discover, the following week, that a rival’s meeting is the real offence. The same guarantee against racism can be issued in the North on one day and left unenforced in the South on the next. Two standards, again — not between Colombo and an overseas capital this time, but between the microphone and the statute book.
The LTTE remains a proscribed organisation. That is law, not a mood. Remembrance of the dead is a human act and must be protected as such. Glorification of the organisation that killed them is not remembrance. A serious State draws that line once, publishes it, and applies it without regard to who is speaking and which party owns the stage. Selective outrage is not law enforcement. It is campaigning.
The same is true of the word “racism”. No President can abolish it by declaring that he will not tolerate it. The declaration is necessary. It is not sufficient. Racism in this country has rarely been only a private vice. It has been a public business model: a way to harvest fear, postpone reform, and keep a constituency enlisted after the guns fell silent. Heritage sites and religious places become kindling because someone lights them. Universities become martyr theatres because someone books the hall. A Member of Parliament can call himself a Tiger on a southern stage because someone calculated that the cheer would be louder than the cost.
Why this divides a people
Division is not produced only by the last war and not only by those who live outside the island. It is produced, week by week, by a politics that cannot address a crowd except through Sinhala, Tamil or Muslim injury. A politics of that kind is not representing a community. It is farming one. The young, who have no memory of the last bunker, inherit the quarrel instead of a country. Serving officers watch the treatment of their predecessors and the theatre of their politicians and draw a rational conclusion about what the country values. Families who lost their own to the LTTE hear “Tiger” cheered and conclude that their dead have been repriced. Families who lost their own to the State hear a pledge against racism and wait to see whether the pledge runs south as well as north.
That is how an interval is mistaken for peace. The guns are silent. The inventory is not. “Tiger” and “traitor”, “racist” and “patriot”, remain stock in trade. So long as those words pay, in applause, in airtime, in a complaint that wounds an opponent, someone will keep them in circulation. Professor Goonesekere’s warning sits exactly there. Leadership means going beyond rhetoric. The law is not written for those who already respect it. It is written for those who violate it. When violation carries no cost, the slogan itself becomes a form of impunity.
What civic reform would actually look like
The work is unglamorous, which is why it is avoided. First, equal enforcement. If the organisation is proscribed, the prohibition travels with the speaker. An SLPP stage in Anuradhapura and a commemoration in the North are not two legal systems. The CID complaint now on the file should be treated as a test of that rule, not as a trophy for whoever lodged it.
Second, an end to ethnic first-identity as an electoral method. A civic identity, Sri Lankan first, faith and language held without being turned into a passport, will not appear by exhortation. It appears when the dividend for division falls and the dividend for competence rises.
Third, a cost for lighting kindling. Heritage sites and religious places are not campaign props. Universities are not martyr calendars. Media that carry a charge must carry the correction. Records that hold an untested allegation must not shadow a working life after the allegation has failed.
Fourth, one standard for those who served the State and those who fought it. Wrongdoers on every side belong in a court, not in a diplomatic weather system and not in a rally chant. Collective punishment of a profession is not accountability. A cheer for a banned name is not unity. A slogan against racism is not a policy until it binds the speaker’s own side.
None of this requires a new brand of commission. It requires a State that stops allowing division to be a career. South Africa’s imperfect bargain at least tried to bind both sides inside one process. Colombia wrote one jurisdiction for guerrillas, paramilitaries and State forces. We have preferred two international ledgers and a third, domestic one on which the war is rented out by the evening. Last week’s scenes, a guarantee in Chavakachcheri, a cheer in Anuradhapura, a serious speech that must not be stolen, are not opposites. They are the same unfinished settlement, spoken in three registers.
The President’s sentence should be kept, and then made expensive to break. Professor Goonesekere’s standard should be kept, and then applied to those who clap for it. Racism will not be defeated by a rally, and a proscribed organisation will not be dissolved by a complaint. They will be reduced only when the State, and the parties that live off the State, stop treating the finished war as inventory. True national stability is not the memory of a victory. It is the construction of a civic order that no longer needs that victory to be refought, in Anuradhapura or in Geneva, in order for someone to remain relevant.
The writer is a retired Senior Superintendent of Police who served in intelligence and counter-terrorism. He is the author of Security Beyond Enforcement: Practical Approaches for a Safer Nation. This column is a stand-alone extension of an earlier argument on two standards in one conflict. Views expressed are his own.
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Defend civic space upon which peace is built
by Jehan Perera
International Peace Day was observed on 21 September. It finds Sri Lanka with a genuine achievement to record and a demanding test to meet. The UN’s theme this year was “Invest in Peace: For Everyone, Everywhere, Every Day.” It also honoured the “everyday architects of peace”—people driving local action and building a lasting peace from the ground up. In the 2026 Global Peace Index, Sri Lanka rose 30 places, from 97th to 67th among 163 countries. Over the same period, global peacefulness declined for the twelfth consecutive year to its lowest level since the index began, and South Asia suffered the sharpest regional deterioration. The test is whether the government will protect the civic space in which those architects of peace work.
Sri Lanka’s improvement is real and deserves acknowledgement. In this year’s review, issued a few weeks ago, the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights acknowledged progress in the form of action against corruption, arrests and investigations linked to political killings, enforced disappearances and the 2019 Easter Sunday attacks, and continued official denunciation of racism. A ranking, however, records conditions at a particular moment. It does not guarantee that they will last. Sustainable peace will depend on three factors. These are whether the government addresses the unresolved causes of conflict, whether it strengthens accountability for past and present abuses, and whether it protects the civic space in which peace is built from below. On the first two the record is incomplete. On the third, the draft NGO law threatens to weaken the very organisations that press for the other two.
What holds Sri Lanka back from a higher place are the same things that fed the war at home and also feed international conflict that rages elsewhere in the world. These are racism or ethnic nationalism that is narrow-focused, corruption and lawlessness. Equality, accountability and the rule of law are their remedies. The present government has committed itself to these, and is a significant improvement over governments of the recent past. But these pillars are not held up by governments alone. Peace is made in villages, workplaces and university campuses. It is made by families who insist on the truth about their disappeared, by journalists and lawyers who expose abuse, and by community organisations that bring Tamils, Muslims and Sinhalese into practical cooperation.
Unfinished Work
The UN High Commissioner’s report to the current Human Rights Council session, covering October 2025 to July 2026, shows how much remains to be done. The Prevention of Terrorism Act is still being applied, producing arbitrary arrests and long detention without charge. The report calls for a moratorium pending repeal and for the release of long-term detainees. Military-occupied land has not been released, memorialisation lacks support, and tensions over land and religious sites persist. The Batticaloa district illustrates how such problems endure. In the past three years, two Presidents, Ranil Wickremesinghe and Anura Kumara Dissanayake, have visited and instructed that the dispute over grazing land in Mailaththamadu and Mathavanai be resolved. It is a dispute between Tamil cattle farmers and outside Sinhala cultivators, and it has not been resolved. When two Presidents issue instructions and nothing changes, the fault lies in the machinery of State. An unresolved dispute does not stand still. It hardens into the next grievance.
Accountability shows the same pattern. The report documents torture and deaths in custody, and surveillance and intimidation of activists, journalists and civil society. Serious cases remain stalled for years, among them the killing of seventeen aid workers of Action Contre la Faim in Muttur two decades ago. Sharper still is the case of the Eastern University refugee camp at Vantharamoolai, where in 1990 the army took away 158 persons in a single day. They were never seen again. The camp’s officer-in-charge, Dr T. Jayasingam, later Vice Chancellor of the university, identified the officers responsible. More than three decades on, those officers have not been questioned. These cases are still remembered because families, survivors and independent witnesses have refused to let them be forgotten. Meanwhile several commissions of inquiry have completed their investigations but nothing further has happened.
What South Africa, Argentina and other post-conflict societies have found indispensable are four pillars of what is called “Transitional Justice” which are truth, accountability, reparations and non-recurrence. In Sri Lanka’s circumstances, truth means credible, independent investigation of what happened to the disappeared, and support for memorialisation. Accountability means prosecuting Muttur, Vantharamoolai and comparable cases, and removing credibly accused persons from senior office. Reparations mean compensation for victims and the return of military-held land. Non-recurrence means repealing the Prevention of Terrorism Act, releasing those held under it in the meantime, and resolving local disputes such as Mailaththamadu before delay hardens them. A country that buries its past does not escape it. The past returns in the next generation.
Civil Society
It is against this background that the draft NGO law is most troubling. The proposed legislation contains sweeping provisions for State oversight and control of civil society organisations. Among these are enforcing a licensing requirement on NGOs, which is to be renewed every three years, and severe penalties for not submitting reports on time, or for spending on emergency flood relief (for instance) when the NGOs mandate is peacebuilding (as an example) with possible sanctions including deregistration and having to shut down. Civil society groups have warned that it would confer excessive discretion over their registration and operations. Officials in Sri Lanka have abused such powers in the past. Additional power without effective checks invites further abuse. Sound regulation would have clear criteria for registration, an independent registrar and a right of appeal to the courts. What cannot be justified is a regime in which registration becomes a licence to be withheld from organisations that scrutinise policy, expose abuses or advocate for the rights of citizens.
Democracy is based on checks and balances. Those who press for accountability are part of those checks. The contradiction is plain. A government that has pledged accountability, equality and the rule of law ought not to be preparing to weaken the very organisations that press for their fulfilment. The organisations most exposed are those working on disappearances, land, memorialisation and reconciliation in the North and East, where the State’s record is weakest and the need for independent witnesses greatest. Silencing them would not remove the grievances they document. It would remove the channel through which those grievances are addressed peacefully. The government appears to be relenting, which is welcome, but a pause is not a withdrawal. The bill should be withdrawn and any replacement drafted in genuine consultation with those it would govern.
Investment in peace as called for by the UN in its International Peace Day theme implies commitment over time, with returns that come slowly. Sri Lanka’s 30-place rise on the Global Peace Index is a first dividend and nothing more. It can be built upon only if the government matches its commitments with action: withdrawing or fundamentally redrafting the NGO law, repealing or suspending the Prevention of Terrorism Act, and bringing Muttur, Vantharamoolai and Mailaththamadu to resolution. A higher place in a global index is not a certificate of success. Sri Lanka’s higher ranking is an encouraging start, but it will endure only if the space in which citizens speak, question and organise is protected. Peace is built from below, and a government that is serious about it will treat civil society as a partner rather than a threat.
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