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The Joys of writing
Vijaya Chandrasoma
I would like to apologize to my dwindling reading audience who opine that I waste valuable pages of the Sunday Island by writing mainly about American politics, a subject which interests very few readers. These critics include some of my closest friends. The other day, one of them called me and said, with more than a hint of annoyance: “Why the hell do you keep writing about bloody American politics? No one cares. You are a Sri Lankan. Why don’t you write about our country and our politics?”
That’s an easy question to answer. My aim is to die of natural causes, preferably in my sleep. Anyone who has read the essays I have written over the years for the Sunday Island will be aware of my hatred of former President Trump and the despicable Party of corruption and nepotism the Party of Lincoln has become.
I have similar contempt for Sri Lankan politicians and the massive corruption and nepotism that has impoverished a once vibrant, beautiful and economically stable island. I have not kept myself sufficiently informed of the nuances of local politics. Also, my style of aggressive criticism is such that my bookie wouldn’t give me any odds on enjoying a long and healthy life, had I publicly criticized the shameful acts of thievery and corruption of named local politicians, with their private armies of goons.
So I stick to American politics. America is my adopted country and my children’s home. And I can express my hatred towards Trump and his spineless cult to my complete satisfaction from 10,000 miles away in complete safety, especially as Sri Lanka is an insignificant, third world country. Most Americans are not even aware of its existence.
I have heard from a few Lankans resident in the USA and Australia who read my essays on-line. They retain a great love for the motherland. First generation Americans, however rich or famous they are, remain Sri Lankans by emotion, Americans by document, and perhaps by bank account. I am amazed that quite a few of these expatriates, including Sri Lankans, and even some misguided souls resident in Sri Lanka, support, even admire a vulgar crook like Trump. That brings me to my second reason for writing. I am certain that my violently anti-Trump articles will annoy the hell out of them. Though none of them has challenged my vituperation, and publicly explained the reasons for their continued support of a bigoted lunatic.
I doubt if any Jews would have endorsed the genocidal policies of Hitler during the 1930s. And Trump is a wannabe Hitler with an IQ of 60.Ever since my teens, I loved to read. Not just school books. My father was a voracious reader, and used to bring books home just about every week. I couldn’t wait until he finished so that I could get at them. I especially looked forward to a weekly magazine called Argosy, which I thought, in my early teens, had the finest stories. I hadn’t seen it in the bookshops in ages, so I looked it up on Wikipedia, which describes it as “a magazine made with inexpensive paper and printing, containing shocking or sensationalist text fiction by low-paid writers”. A kind of monthly English scandal rag like London’s News of the World. The magazine went out of business in the 1970s.
To my teenage mind, however, the prose in this rag was far superior to the authors we were forced to read at school, hacks like Shakespeare and Dickens.In my defence, I also thought that novels like Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged embodied an ideology that would save society. An ideology of “Objectivism”, describing “the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.” Yes, I was that stupid.
I grew up. But many, usually Republicans, even members of my own family, didn’t. They continue to believe in this ultimate ideology of selfishness, they don’t care “two hoots” about helping sections of society who, for whatever reason, have been driven to vulnerability. Amazingly, many continue to support a vile human being, a proven felon and traitor. And they still call themselves Buddhists and Christians.It is also interesting that Ayn Rand lived in poverty until her death in 1982, dependent on her social security checks, the very antithesis of her capitalist ideology.
My interest in reading continued while I was studying for entrance examinations to universities in England. By this time, my father and the exceptional teachers at my alma mater, Royal College, had imbued in me an abiding love of British and American literature. So, passing, even excelling at English A Levels, a basic requirement for acceptance to British universities, was not a tough assignment. As the late, lamented Lakshman Kadirgamar stated, the achievements of his, and those of many outstanding Sri Lankans in various spheres, represented the icing on the cake that was baked at home.
My yearning for reading never stopped. However, it was largely suspended at a time when it was of vital importance, when I gained admittance to Oxford. Life is full of choices and priorities, and, at the tender age of 19, reading and study were placed firmly on the back burner, while I was being introduced to the irresistible pleasures of the demon drink, slow horses and fast women. Those pleasures got me kicked out of Oxford, and I continued heaping disappointments on my parents after I returned in disgrace to Sri Lanka.
I continued reading the latest books and the old classics sporadically when I was living with my parents in Colombo. However, the most popular, and sought-after book in our house was a little black book named Timeform, which my father used to religiously buy every Monday. A book that gave comprehensive details of the breeding, temperament, form and latest performances, with ratings, of every racehorse running in Britain. The competition for the use of this book was fierce in my family. The love for this wonderful literature continued till the book stopped publishing after Covid 19, a revered gospel sorely missed by all aficionados of the Sport of Kings.
My few years working with Minister Gamini Dissanayake rekindled my interest in reading and writing. The Minister was also an avid reader and an anglophile, and had an enduring love of the English language. Which in those rude, pseudo-nationalist days was seen to be more of a drawback for a politician.
Because of the violence, both political and ethnic, rampant in our country, I was toying with the idea of emigrating to the USA in 1990, especially when Minister Dissanayake, a senior cabinet minister of the UNP, fell out of favour with the Premadasa government. He was stripped of his portfolios and reduced to the lowly level of a backbencher. In those bad old days, the method of eliminating political rivals was, well, eliminating them, but permanently. Minister Dissanayake decided to pursue higher studies at the University of Cambridge, and advised me to duck out of sight for a while. I was widely known as a loyalist of Minister Dissanayake.
The decision to leave Sri Lanka was clinched after my good friend, Richard de Zoysa’s tortured body was washed ashore on Moratuwa beach. Richard was a journalist, actor, TV anchor and anti-government political activist, who produced a drama criticizing the Premadasa regime. He was also one of the smartest, most charming men I have been privileged to meet.
So my love of reading was once again displaced by our desperate effort at survival, after the decision to emigrate to America. I really do not remember how I managed during the initial 10 months when I was alone in Los Angeles, without a permit to legally seek employment. I have some close friends to thank for my survival.
Things became better when the rest of my family joined me, also on a tourist visa. We were able to apply for permanent residence, which also came with a document authorizing employment.
After a hard struggle of nearly six years, involving working for minimum wage, the artful manipulation of credit cards and help from my mother, we were finally awarded the much-valued Green Card. We also finally achieved our premier ambition, which made the ten-year struggle completely worthwhile. All three of our children completed their education most successfully with degrees from three of the finest universities in the country. Achievements based on merit and hard work, which all the resources available to my family couldn’t buy.
I resumed single life after 30 years of marriage, and moved to Phoenix. The five years in Phoenix were desperately lonely, but Phoenix’s wonderful public library network enabled me to pander to my favorite habit, devouring both the classics and the latest bestsellers at no cost at all.
When the war ended in 2009, I decided to retire in Sri Lanka. The best damned decision I have ever made. I kept on reading, and writing long, boring letters to my children and friends, which were either ignored or replied with a few, curt comments. I also wrote, usually in my cups, lengthy epistles, insulting, hateful letters to people I perceived to have wronged me. I did not send them, though getting all that hatred off my chest was immensely satisfying. I was writing for my own benefit, a form of therapy. The struggle of an old man fighting loneliness.
I have always been interested in American politics, and was a registered Democrat after I became a citizen. In fact, I was a vital volunteer in the Obama campaign office in Phoenix in 2008, performing, couple of hours a day, essential tasks of licking stamps and answering phones in my thick Sri Lankan accent.
On my return, my reading habit was satisfied by the resurgence of e-books, and I was able to keep reading the old classics and new best sellers at little cost. Reading and working out the English horse racing form also continue to provide hours of pleasure daily. And the ability to meet on a regular basis, and call and receive calls from my old and new friends in Sri Lanka at any time, keeps loneliness at bay, a pleasure denied to even the richest friends of my generation living in foreign lands.
I started writing only when the monstrous Trump fraudulently won the election in 2016, with the help of his master, Putin. I sent one of these articles to my old friend and cousin several times removed, a senior newspaper editor in Sri Lanka for over half a century, who today is the editor of the Sunday Island. Much to my surprise, he ran the piece.
Seeing my name in print for the first time reminded me of a story related by Dr Sashi Tharoor, the brilliant Indian diplomat, politician, writer and orator, about the addiction to writing. Briefly, he says that every reader is a potential writer. And the more he/she reads the greater the potential for writing becomes. He started reading when he was 10 years old, and his first writings appeared in the print media when he was 11.
He talks of an addiction, a craving that he felt after seeing his name in print. He has since authored 18 books, mainly on India and the oppression of the British Empire. His books, and the thousands of essays he has written, many of which have been published by the New York Times, the London Times and the Washington Post, provide an insight into Indian culture and how India has evolved into the largest democracy in the world.
Plummeting from the brilliant to the mediocre, while Dr Tharoor had his articles published when he was 11 years old, my first essay was published by the Sunday Island when I was 75 years old, when The Donald was aspiring to, and cheated his way into the White House. When I saw my name in print for the first time, I was hooked. Examples of Trump’s vulgarity, his ignorance, his cruelty and his incredibly narcissistic incompetence provided me with ample fodder to write on a weekly basis. After about a year of submitting articles venting against Trump, I asked my friend, the editor, whether I should continue on this journey of hatred. He said, “Keep them coming. The hatred is shared.”
In summary, I keep writing. I take great personal pleasure and satisfaction in writing. I keep writing to express my opinions about the horror I feel that that a cultish sect of white supremacy, led by a vulgar traitor, is attempting to take control over the country which gave me and my family a second chance in our hour of need. I write to feed my addiction to seeing my name in print. I write to provide myself with a meaningful diversion as an antidote against loneliness. Most of all, I write to share with my grandchildren, already avid readers, a part of my life which will otherwise not be known to them.
They are the only reading audience for whom I write.
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Trump’s tariffs, AKD’s gazette and Sri Lanka’s diplomatic slumber
“We are rather respectable in Colombo. We go to bed fairly early, and we remain there till morning. “
According to Sri Lanka’s diplomatic folklore, the late S.W. R. D. Bandaranaike uttered these words while explaining the reasons for Sri Lanka’s abstention on the UN resolution condemning the Soviet invasion of Hungary. Apparently, SWRD’s foreign ministry officials were asleep at home when the diplomatic cable seeking instructions was received from New York. In those days, there were no cell phones, Internet, or even fax or telex machines. The diplomatic cables were sent through post offices. Decoding them was a slow and time-consuming process. Thus, the government could not provide appropriate instructions to our mission in New York in time, and the Sri Lankan delegation abstained on that sensitive UN vote.
Sri Lanka’s Absence from Section 301 Consultations
But then, how does one explain Sri Lanka’s absence from the crucial bilateral consultation held in Washington by the Office of the United States Trade Representative (USTR) during March-April on “Forced Labour” under the Section 301 of the US Trade Act of 1974? Didn’t our foreign and trade ministries send appropriate instructions to Washington in time? Even if the instructions from the foreign ministry were transmitted to our embassy in Washington by pigeon carriers, there was enough time for Sri Lanka to participate in those meetings.
In March, the USTR initiated these 301 investigations on 60 trading partners, and invited all of them for confidential consultations. Out of the 60, 46 participated in these consultations. Sri Lanka was not one of them. Other countries that didn’t participate in these consultations included China, Russia, and Venezuela! In addition to that, the Section 301 Committee conducted a public hearing with interested parties on April 28 and 29. Washington-based diplomats, representatives from few trade ministries as well as representatives from many foreign trade associations and chambers participated in these hearings. Sri Lanka was once again conspicuously absent.
As a result, when the USTR published the proposed forced labour tariffs on June 2nd, Sri Lanka ended up with a 12.5% duty. Pakistani and Indonesian diplomats participated in these consultations and took appropriate follow-up measures, and managed to enter the 10% duty category. As even a threat of a modest tariff hike could disrupt supply chains and reduce competitiveness, particularly in an industry such as garments, I discussed this issue on 15 June and underscored the importance of Sri Lanka’s participation at the next hearing, which was scheduled to be held from July 7th .
Awakening from Diplomatic Slumber and AKD’s Gazette
Fortunately, Sri Lanka finally awoke from weeks of diplomatic slumber, and Ambassador Mahinda Samarasinghe participated in the public hearing on 9 July, and promised, “…. · We have agreed to the text in our negotiations with the USTR on forced labour, …. The gazette as we speak is being printed and I’m getting the gazette tomorrow morning, and the gazette will be shared with USTR as I get it“.
As promised, President Anura Kumara Dissanayake issued a gazette on 10 July banning the imports of goods produced by forced labour. These new regulations are very similar to what Pakistan and Indonesia enacted in April, after their consultations with USTR in March. Why couldn’t we do it in April? Why did we wait till the very last minute?
Challenges ahead
“War is too important to be left to generals alone,” is a famous saying attributed to former French Premier Georges Clemenceau. Similarly, monitoring our main markets is too important to be left to diplomats alone. The United States is the largest single-country market for Sri Lanka. Therefore, Sri Lankan trade chambers and associations should become more proactive in these markets and participate in these events. For example, the chairman of the Pakistani apparel exporters association participated in the April hearings. Similarly, representatives from the Indian Agricultural and Processed Food Products Export Development Authority, the Federation of Indian Chambers of Commerce and Industry, the Confederation of Indian Industry, and Reliance Industries also participated in July hearings. At an event where each speaker is given only five minutes (strictly enforced), having a number of speakers from a country is an advantage. The presence of industry representatives in these kinds of events also help them understand the market dynamics and the future challenges. This is important, particularly because there will be many more challenges with Trump’s tariffs.
With the gazette issued on 10 July, Sri Lanka has imposed a prohibition on the importation of goods produced with forced labour. Now, the challenge will be to effectively enforce the prohibition. And what are the goods produced with forced labour? The USTR list only focuses on aluminum, cotton, electronics, lithium-ion batteries, rice, and tobacco. However, according to the U.S. Department of Labour, the list is much longer. Hence, this list may change continuously during the next two years and tariffs may fluctuate once again.
So, this is definitely not the time to slumber.
(The writer, a retired public servant, can be reached at senadhiragomi@gmail.com)
by Gomi Senadhira ✍️
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Tales of Mystery and Suspense 10 Casino for Sale
After the overwhelming grotesquerie of J K Rowling’s latest Cormoran Strike novel (written, I should have noted, as the others were, under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith), I thought I should return to the world of fun, and also a much shorter description since this thriller moves quickly without the layers of detail that Rowling engages in.
I then move to the second comic thriller by Caryl Brahms and S J Simon. This, their second story to feature Vladimir Stroganoff and Adam Quill, was Casino for Sale, as lunatic a romp as the first, though without the emphasis on the ballet that characterized A Bullet in the Ballet.
This one begins with the impresario Stroganoff buying a casino cheap from Baron Sam de Rabinovich, only to find that it was a rundown place, not the grand casino of La Bazouche, a resort on the Frenc+h Riviera, as he had initially thought. The grand one belonged to Lord Buttonhooke, and Stroganoff could not compete, until he thought of bringing the Ballet Stroganoff to the casino – which of course leads to Buttonhooke deciding to have ballet performances in his Casino too.
Stroganoff invites Quill to visit him, which Quill decides to do since he has left Scotland Yard, having come into a legacy. No one believes this, and he has to face questions as to what he did to have been sacked, with sympathy for having been found out.
The day he arrives in La Bazouche there is a murder, of a vitriolic critic called Citrolo, in Stroganoff’s office. He had been going to write a damning review of the opening night of the ballet and Stroganoff, when he realizes Citrolo cannot be swayed, drugs him and dictates the review himself to the papers. He leaves Citrolo sleeping and finds him shot the next morning, whereupon he decides to muddy the waters and leave a suicide note and lots of other murder weapons. So much overkill, as it were, of course ensures that he is arrested.
But the excitable French detective who makes the arrest follows up his suggestion that Buttonhooke was also involved, and so the two casino owners find themselves in cells next door to each other, with the detective Gustave quite happy to provide creature comforts for a fee.
Quill decides he must investigate, and finds Gustave most cooperative, since he has a laid back attitude to work. So it is Quill that finds a notebook which makes it clear Citrolo is an accomplished blackmailer, and that there are lots of possible murderers, including Stroganoff’s croupier, who was crooked, Rabinovich, who was now working for Buttonhooke, a confidence trickster called Kurt Kukumber, whose prospectus for a dud gold mine was found in the office and Prince Alexis Artishok who was engaged in a deal to buy diamonds from the ballerina Dyra Dyrakova.
Stroganoff had been trying to get Dyrakova to dance for him, but having done so previously she had refused. But then to Stroganoff’s chagrin she agreed to dance for Buttonhooke. The clearly crooked Artishok had told Buttonhooke’s mistress Sadie Souse, who was not very bright, that Dyrakova possessed diamonds she was willing to sell cheap, and Sadie was determined to have them.
Quill meanwhile finds out that there was a secret passage to Stroganoff’s office, the obvious solution to what had begun as a locked room mystery, and that this was known by almost everyone apart from Stroganoff himself. And then Rabinovich is murdered, just after Gustave had released his two original suspects, leading him to blame Quill for having insisted on that and thus allowing them to kill again.
Soon afterwards Dyrakova arrives, and the town is full of posters announcing that she will appear in the casinos, elaborate posters for either one, since Stroganoff is determined that she will dance for him, and if she does not come willingly, he has devised a scheme to make her do so unwillingly. So, though Buttonhooke has her taken off to his yacht immediately she arrives at the station, Quill along with Arenskaya gets her into a launch and to Stroganoff’s casino, where she performs to tumultuous applause, not knowing for whom she is dancing.
When Quill asked her about the diamonds, she said she had sold them long ago, and that gave Quill the solution to the mystery. Rabinovich had known about this, and Artishok had killed him to prevent Sadie learning it from him, he had killed Citrolo who had recognized him for an accomplished card sharper, not a Russian prince at all. But before he is arrested, he gets away in a boat, and the police launch that pursues him is on the point of catching him up when it runs out of petrol.
Again, lots of excitement, and entertaining references – Gustave grows marrows – and if not quite as brilliant as its predecessor, Casino was certainly a delightful read.
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The challenge of being positive about SAARC
It was a few years back that a former President of Sri Lanka took it on himself to pronounce SAARC ‘dead’. Since then there have been other sections of Sri Lankan opinion that have joined the critics of SAARC and taken the solemn stance that SAARC has indeed died what may be called a natural death.
Their fatalism is understandable. SAARC has failed to meet at heads of government or state level for the past several years to take the SAARC process notably forward. Regional cooperation has more or less been only an appealing idea. No substantive concrete projects have taken off to make the idea a hard reality. ‘Inner paralysis’ seems to be SAARC’s lot. Hence the fatalism in these circles.
However, being one of the worst cash-strapped regions of the world and a teemingly populated one with people virtually left to their devices, what choices do the ‘SAARC Eight’ have other than to try their best to band together and continue with their cooperation efforts, however small they may be?
There is no escaping the mounting debt trap for many of these countries and bankrupt Sri Lanka is a glaring example, but ‘throwing in the towel’ and abandoning themselves entirely to the diktats of the strongest economies and their agencies will prove a ‘living death’ for many countries in the SAARC fold.
The gains may be meagre but giving-up on SAARC cooperation in full would prove self-defeating for the organization and South Asia. Right now, the collective intention ought to be to salvage what the region could from the tenuous cooperative efforts. Moreover, such initiatives could go some distance to generate a degree of goodwill among the Eight and help in sustaining a dialogue process.
Given this backdrop it proved ‘a stich in time’ for the Regional Centre for Strategic Studies (RCSS), Colombo, to recently host the SAARC Secretary General Ambassador Md. Golam Sarwar to a round table discussion on the unifying potential of SAARC and its future possibilities, besides other related issue areas.
Held on June 24th and moderated by RCSS Executive Director and former ambassador Ravinatha Aryasinha, the forum brought together a vibrant, wide ranging audience comprising academicians, diplomats, senior public servants, civil society activists and many others. Following the presentation by Ambassador Golam Sarwar titled, ‘Reigniting SAARC: Achievements, Challenges and the Way Ahead’, a lively Q&A followed.
The above forum could be described as an act of lighting the proverbial ‘candle’ rather than ‘cursing the darkness.’ It surely is a ‘darkness’ that could be seen as daunting considering that the region’s pivotal powers, India and Pakistan, are failing to act in a spirit of accord but are engaged in bitter finger-pointing on a number of questions of vital importance to SAARC.
On the other hand, what is the rest of the region doing to bring the above sides together? It is disappointing that to date the rest of SAARC has failed to launch a major diplomatic drive to bring peace between the feuding regional heavyweights. It needs to act without delay and establish its earnestness and this effort would need to prove SAARC’s staying power in the unfolding months and even years.
In assessing SAARC’s seeming failure local opinion in particular has failed to factor in what could be described as weak leadership. Since Sheikh Mujibur Rahman of Bangladesh, the founding father of SAARC, the region has failed to produce a visionary leader who could advance the SAARC cause with charisma and drive.
Among other reasons, weak leadership accounts considerably for the faltering and stuttering status, as it were, of SAARC. Badly needed are leaders who could go the extra mile, think less of narrow national interests and work diligently towards the collective well being of the region but SAARC’s millions of ordinary people have been made to wait in vain for leaders of such stature. Instead, they have been burdened with politicians who seem to be relishing the apparently moribund state of SAARC.
Looking back, it could be said that it was the dynamic leadership factor that led to the launching of the Non-Aligned Movement and for its sustenance for a few decades. True, it could be seen in some quarters that NAM is no more, but as in the case of SAARC, the former too has been unfortunate to be burdened over the years with politicians who lack the vision and drive to unflaggingly advance the fortunes of the South. NAM and SAARC lack the dynamism and vision of leaders of the stature of Jawaharlal Nehru, for example, to give them the required guidance and intellectual depth.
The reasons are complex for there not being among us currently political leaders with the vision and the steadfast commitment to advance the legitimate interests of the South. However, it could be stated with conviction that the majority of Southern leaders have too easily caved in to the demands of the global North and its financial agencies.
These leaders have failed to see, for instance, that the largely market economy oriented Northern governments would not view with favour a centrist economic model that attaches priority to the interests of the dis-empowered publics of the South. This realization ought to have dawned on the current government in Sri Lanka, for instance, some while ago but it has no choice but to abide by IMF dictates since economic survival at present is unthinkable without the latter’s succour.
Accordingly for SAARC this should be the time for some soul-searching. Priority needs to be attached to ending the feuding between India and Pakistan since at present the material fortunes of the region hinge largely on these regional giants giving peaceful relations among them a try. This is no easy challenge to meet but some daring, visionary diplomacy needs to take hold among the rest of SAARC.
There is some sense in SAARC bringing the peoples of the region together through programs that address their best collective interests. A meeting of minds among SAARC nations could enable SAARC and its agencies to build a region-wide people’s movement for progressive political and economic change that could in turn lead to the region’s political leaders sensitizing themselves more to the neglected needs of their publics.
However, the time is ‘now’ for the initiation of these progressive changes and the voice of SAARC well wishers would need to drown out those of their critics.
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