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Vignettes of the Public Service –The Foreign Beat
by Gamini Seneviratne
My acquaintance with officers in the foreign service was part casual, that is to say to say, not related to our work, and, despite a hiccup or two, cordial as well.
I knew of my namesake while I was busy through each school interval seeking, as we all were, championship honours at French Cricket. Actually there were four of us Gamini Seneviratnes at the time in school, including one who took to medicine and Aetaya who opened batting, the senior-most who is wrapped around or within these lines was better known as Gadaya, a nickname he had inherited from his brother who retired as the IGP, G A D E A Seneviratne, (better known as Ana). I do not know whether the same nom de guerre had been conferred on brother Nalin, who retired as the Army Commander.
I was in one of the lower Forms when Gadaya or Gudson was inducted into our cricket team for, of all matches, the Royal-Thomian. He opened the bowling and, as was to become apparent in his later life, put everything he had into it. He swung his arm over with commitment and passion and before he had gone through half his spell, i.e., in the first over, we saw his shirt flying loose behind him. As far as I can recall it was a match that St. Thomas’s won by an innings, but there could be no besmirching Gadaya’s name in that connection: he batted at the bottom of the order as he had bowled at the top, and was the only batsman who remained ‘not out’ in both innings.
It did not matter that he made no score; after all, our Captain got a pair of ducks, OUT each time.
Gadaya served in senior positions including those of Ambassador and I have, when asked by chance acquaintances, whether I had just returned from Bangkok or wherever he had last been required to lie for our country, out of my respect for matters of ‘fact’, disclaimed any part in such goings on. He too had been embarrassed by the receipt of congratulations (not by academics in our Departments of English!) on some poem of mine.
In the business of ‘overseas administration’, conscientious as he was, he seemed to be on the same wave-length as the old Treasury-wallahs who knew what the AR and FR could do, though the rules may have been mis-formulated in terms of what they were meant to do. For the old hands at the Treasury, the wave-length wavered; for the unsuspecting Gadaya it did not.
Also, at school, we had Charlie Mahendran, who competed with Sappie Pieris, (later, the Director of Census & Statistics and the first head of department to be incarcerated – by J R – for carrying out his duties as mandated), in the matter of putting us to sleep in class. Between them it was a close call and Ceylon History sank into an ageless slumber. He suffered a hiccup in Africa that he may not have got over yet and a major – well, ‘faux pas’ might not be the right term, – in New York in the line of duty or out of it. He went on and down into politics.
Rodney Vandergert was the self-effacing ‘big’ brother of my classmate, Beverly. Actually they were both small-made by the standards that then prevailed, especially among the Burgher boys in school. Ludekens, for example, was tall, Vandendriesen both tall and broad, Bartholemeusz had a paunch as well and Muller possessed biceps that he could flaunt and did – regularly at the Royal-Thomian (and, on a memorable occasion, under the tamarind tree where he took on Viswa Weerasooria in a battle for a ‘lady love’ in a lower class).
Many of our lot dispersed all across the globe and when some years ago a hulk, armed with a moustache and a seven o’clock shadow or whatever, had appeared at one of our ‘get-togethers’ and been presented as ‘Beverly’, there had been an eruption of disbelief, more or less polite. I wasn’t among those present but, as I said when I heard about it, they should have asked ‘Beverly’ to give them Gene Autry’s ‘Lonely River’: it was the song he sang at scout camps, perhaps the only song he knew.
My classmate, Jungle Dissanayake, came in from outside the Service as Ambassador to Indonesia where, good, committed, conservative though he is, he revealed a revolutionary streak towards the business of running a Mission. He moved on to Brussels, a key to our relations with Europe; what has given him greater satisfaction, though, is his avocation as a recorder of and commentator on politics in this country and the personalities who were/are engaged in such shameful games.
Another schoolmate, Mahen Vaithianathan, too joined the Overseas Service via a novel route (mentioned below).
From campus days I knew or knew of John Gooneratne (who made the typically ‘Thomian’ gadol joke (“Banda shot today – in the morning!”), Karunakaran Breckenridge, Chandra Monarawela, Jayantha Dhanapala, Nihal Rodrigo, Wilhelm Woutersz, K Wijesiri and Janaka Nakkavita.
John, I believe, was our Ambassador in Iraq when what the US oil companies refer to as ‘the Gulf War’ was conducted for them by Bush Senior; our Mission had a rough time evacuating Lankans from those parts, especially from the Iraqi province of Kuwait. He graduated into Strategic Studies and headed the Institute since named after Lakshman Kadiragamar, the only Leader this country has had since Sir Baron Jayatilake. By all reports, that Institute is now being trashed: what a unique tribute, and to such a man!
Breck was a man apart (when I discovered that his younger brother, Ranji, Professor of Zoology in Peradeniya and, in his retirement, Principal of their old school, Trinity, was also known as ‘Breck’, I was annoyed). Despite his rugby and his theatre, Breck was not a typical product of that school (he’d have learnt a great deal more at, say, Royal or at St. John’s Jaffna). He built up his knowledge by other means, mostly through his sensitivity to the lives of other people. He ‘knew’ the people he met.
But he was no know-all. A large gap in his knowledge of how this world runs had to do with wheels. I know that he could ride a bicycle, and I believe that he and Nimal fell in love while commuting by car between New York and Washington. Breck’s handling of a vehicle with four wheels, however, was infected by his insouciance. On his way to work he had driven his brand new car into the signal post at Bambalapitiya junction, and been forced to borrow a colleague’s brand new car to get home – and managed to rip its side on the axle of a bullock cart.
No, he said, he was thinking of lunch, not of a Guinness record. I borrowed his brand new car, not the same one, this was a Volkswagen, for a rush trip to Kurunegala and ripping past Pasyala, discovered a whisker away from a major, a murderous, accident that it had no horn. My knees shook the rest of the way. Looking it over before the return journey I found, yes, that it had no spare wheel.
Breck was not given to ‘constructing a career’, and it is everybody’s good fortune that Shirley Amerasinghe spotted his gifts and brought him in to assist at the consultations that led to the adoption of the Law of the Sea; it would seem to be the only major piece of legislation that remains enforceable across the world.
It was the practice for recruitment to the Overseas Service to be made through the Civil Service examination. Those who topped the list could opt to join the COS; salaries etc being such, few did. (The Overseas Service was renamed the Foreign Service under a new Minute about 10 years ago). In the late 1950s, however, that practice was overlooked, just the once, because it was time to bring in ‘more mature’ people into the service.
As it happened, it was just about the right time for S W R D’s Permanent Secretary’s son and for the daughter of his ‘class’ mate, Dr. Naganathan, as well as a few others who had matured beyond the age limit prescribed for the exam to come help the country.
Mahen Vaithianathan, life-long a ‘maverick’, as such terms are applied to those one does not know at all or not well enough, was not interested in taking a job courtesy of his father. Despite a year in London at the School of Asian Studies immersed down to his shoulders in the Chinese language, he did not stay long in the COS. A few others, like Nimalasiri Silva, went for more abundant pastures that suited his tastes. Tissa Jayakody remained on duty till the end of his service-life and beyond.
Tissa, like Breck, was ‘different’. With a First in Economics and all, he had initially joined the Central Bank which sent him to the London School of Economics for his Masters (on capital accumulation in Ceylon in the 19th century). His was a very generous but unforgiving nature and he didn’t seem conscious of the difference. Like Breck and some others I knew, ‘not too many’, he was a professional diplomat. He did his homework, much of it, in the traditional manner, on the cocktail circuit, and entertained well with decorum and spirit. I recall his getting down a load of orchids from here for a farewell party for the Dean of the Diplomatic Corps in Geneva; the food was Lankan, delivered from Austria. Being single he had to obtain the assistance of the widow of a diplomat to function as hostess.
Being single had its ‘compensations’ too. The evening before I visited him in New Delhi for an extended break there had been a ‘Singles Party’ at his residence. I cannot vouch for the statistics; I repeat the figures I was given by the Editor of the Times of India who chortled through his story. There had been food to feed an army, he said, two cases of whiskey, a case of brandy, four cases of beer and eight cases of f…ing in the garden.
While I was there, the late Naina Marikkar (Deputy Finance Minister) came by; he had a programme with the Indian Planning Commission, and my holiday ended. It included a visit to Tamilnadu to view the State apparatus. S Gautamadasa was our Deputy High Commissioner in Madras/Chennai (Tissa had another spell there at a crucial time) and took us to meet the Chief Minister, M G Ramachandran.
I had not quite forgotten my Tamil then and sat up when MGR said, “They should divide the country straight across through Kandy.” I looked across at Gauths but his thoughts were far away and Naina Marikkar asked, ‘How do you manage in this little room?’ Naina was not thinking of Tolstoy and his ‘How Much Land Does a Man Require?’ – (I related that story to him on our way back); he was bewildered by the CM’s Office being a cubicle with a desk, chair, telephone and a couple of benches for visitors. MGR had been born in Kandy district and estate workers had portraits of him and Sivaji Ganesan alongside those of Gandhi and Nehru on the ‘line-room’ walls.
Tissa was inducted into the management of the Provincial Council system, and several key figures from Jaffna, including Uma Maheswaran and Vartharaja Perumal kept in close touch with him. Uma was gunned down in Wellawatte; Police inquiries, no doubt assiduous, came up with ‘no suspects’. I met Perumal, a cagey figure not too sure of himself, shortly before he came up with his UDI.
Jayanath Rajepakse was the most super-conscientious member of that service I have encountered. I had to sit an Efficiency Bar examination at our embassy in Rome (a provision initially made for British public servants who were on ‘Home Leave’). It turned out that Jayanath was sitting the same exam in ‘Accounts’. I found a Harbajan Singh look-alike prowling around: Jayanath had brought in an officer from the Indian Embassy to invigilate – as he and I sat at either end of the room accounting, in my case, for my lack of preparation and the bit of, um, dicey, palm-reading I had done in Paris to support a few friends who’d ‘given their all’ in the Pigalle on day one of our holiday.
Stanley Jayaweera and Joseph displayed conscientiousness of a belligerent kind at a seminar on Public Service Ethics. Ethical conduct, in chorus they declared, begins with keeping to time (they weren’t thinking of symphonies, concertos and things of that sort). Public servants should do their clock-watching at home and get to work well in time. I was chairing the morning session the following day but they weren’t there. When they came in half an hour late it was occasion for a “Good Afternoon!” They went missing after the tea break.
Jayantha Dhanapala and Maureen were with us in campus and have remained in touch, though not enough. Courtesy comes naturally to Jayantha, and coupled with Maureen’s charm and down-to-earth good sense, it was a great comfort to us that when they were in Washington and in New York, they were within easy reach of our daughter who has settled down in that part of the world.
I have not followed the mechanics of the discussions that Jayantha presided over, and which led to the adoption of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty with its major skew, but I gathered that countries like India that had ‘nuclear ambitions’ had chosen to go along with it on the back of a long-term horse deal.
When I got to Canberra for an FAO conference, Nihal Rodrigo was holding the fort in Canberra as Neville Jansz had been ‘retired’ as High Commissioner. We had between us A$36 and Pounds 25 for ‘entertainment’. That wouldn’t have paid for a round of orange juice for the delegates but entertaining was done of key delegates, Chitra providing ‘a good string-hopper feed’ with Maname to enliven and mati-laampu to enlighten the scene. Years later we spent some contented hours walking around Broadway, talking of many things.
When I came into the Ministry of Industries, I found H M G S Palihakkara to be the brightest of the Staff Officers there. Some of his colleagues, ‘dealing with’ big businessmen in the course of work, have undergone a sea-change and are in ‘business’ themselves. Am glad for him that the UN itself has asked for his services.
Encounters with people in our Foreign Service, including Sarala Fernando, Wilhelm, Nesaratnam and others as with non-career diplomats like Sarachchandra would take some telling some other time.
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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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