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BURGHER LIGHTS OF SRI LANKA

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by ECB Wijeyesinghe

Those who think that all good Burghers, when they die, go to Holland, are sadly mistaken. The best of them, in life and death, have not only hitched their wagons to the fluctuating fortunes of this little island, but rendered such signal service to the land of their birth that they have amply qualified to be described as patriots.

One of them, R. L. de Boer Brohier, passed away the other day (1980). There was not an inch of this country he had not covered with his theodolite. He knew every village tank and anicut, every ancient ruin, every mountain, hill and valley, like the palm of his hand. There are many others of the same ilk like Andreas Nell, R. L. Spittel, E. Reimers, C. W. Nicholas, J. H. O. Paulusz and Sam Mottau who embraced their motherland with both arms and were proud of the soupcon of Ceylonese blood in their veins.

One of the saddest things that has happened to this island during the past two or three decades has been the exodus of this great group of law-abiding and cultured citizens to other climes. Globe trotters say that now you cannot throw a stone in Melbourne or Sydney without hitting one of this tribe.

Early in life it was my good fortune to have been associated with four or five of the most piquant personalities of that generation and they all happened to be Burghers. The rules of the Dutch Burgher Union formed the subject of much satirical comment at the time, and the best piece on the subject was a long amusing parody of a song entitled “Quite English”. The author was the incomparable Edmund de Livera who wrote under the nom-de-plume, “Adstans”, in the old “Independent” every Saturday, and helped to keep that newspaper alive.

I am indebted to my irrepressible friend, Eric La Brooy – himself a good Dutch Burgher, but with an infinite capacity for laughing at the foibles of chauvinists and charlatans – for this juicy morsel from his collection of Edmund de Livera’s verses which he regards as his own Golden Treasury:

O the things that they do and the things they indite

Are Burgher you know – Dutch Burgher you know

By the laws of the Union you’re given the right

To be Burgher, Dutch Burgher, you know

If your forefathers lived in the good old Dutch days

They’re Burgher you know – Dutch Burgher you know.

They may have come from far-off Japan

From Russia or Turkey or Afghanistan,

It matters not what was their nation or clan

You’re Burgher, Dutch Burgher, you know.

Eric La Brooy, as you probably know, is married to Coralie, daughter of Editor Hilaire Jansz. Hilaire Donald Jansz was one my earliest Burgher associates at Lake House. We came over together from Baillie Street, virtually arm-in-arm, and Herbert Hulugalle will tell you that a more sweet-tempered and helpful colleague it was difficult to find.

Lionel Wendt, whose ghost still haunts Chitrafoto, described Jansz as “a quaint, gaunt saint”. He was more. He was a literary genius. Another Burgher friend of my Lake House days was Pieter Keuneman whose ancestors hailed from that Southern home of culture, Matara. It was almost impossible to believe that this elegant, debonair youth, with neatly brushed hair exuding the aroma of an expensive pomade, was a Communist.

His clothes were cut in the latest Bond Street style. Or was it Saville Row? He had just come from Cambridge where he had been elected President of the Union. It was a rare honour, the last recipient being Sir James Peiris. With bated breath they whispered in the corridors of Lake House that this son ‘of a highly respected Supreme Court Judge and a true-blue Burgher had become a Red.

Here was a remarkable phenomenon, an ardent disciple of Lenin eating out of the hands of Ceylon’s arch-capitalist. But D. R. Wijewardene was not so naive as he pretended to be. He knew his onions and liked them even though they were red. D. R. W. had a nose for news, but he could also scent a good newspaperman a mile away and when he sent Pieter in to bat, a Mona Lisa smile would come over his countenance.

Pieter’s contributions had an exotic flavour, because no other writer in the premises could boast of his academic background or his achievements as a speaker in one of the world’s most famous debating societies. Very often one had to read between Pieter’s lines to get at what he was saying, and his discourses even on the gloomiest topics had a crimson lining.

After a couple of years of arduous duty in what the Marxists regard as the Citadel of Sin, Pieter packed up his kit-bag and plunged into the maelstrom of politics to sink or swim. He survived and has since then been in the front rank of the radicals. As for his literary abilities, some think it is a pity that he has given to the Communist Party what was meant for mankind.

Journalism is lucky in that it has been able to attract some of the best Burgher brains. Apart form old stalwarts like Lorenz, C. J. Staples and O. E. Martinus, there was at a later date, a brilliant young Trinitian and a pupil of W. S. Senior who made the grade. His name was Orion de Zylva. It was not for nothing that his parents christened him after a constellation, because for many years he was the bright, particular star of the Daily News staff.

Orion was often called upon by his Boss, DRW, to write the first leader. He would then retire to a quiet corner and let his fluent pen flow over specially selected glazed paper, He wrote without a single scratch or alteration. He would rather re-write a whole page than delete a word and spoil the beauty of the page. In short, he was an aesthete.

His gift for silence was amazing and he could spend hours in a crowded room without uttering a word. A man of moods, he wore a monocle and a black Homburg and had only a few friends. Once, he retired for three months and lived at Horagolla Walauwa and it was the common talk in the office that he had a lot to do with Sir Solomon Dias Bandaranaike’s “Remembered Yesterdays”.

There were other outstanding Burgher journalists during my time at Lake House such as Duke Wright, Stanley Morrison, S. P. Foenander, Mervyn Morgan and Frank Prins, to say nothing of P. C. A. Nelson and P. L. A. Deutrom who reinforced the business side.

Across the road the rival Times of Ceylon had an equally strong team with Dutch connections. Donovan Andree was perhaps the most picturesque of them all. A man with a large heart he abandoned the Press to become a Turf Accountant and an impresario. He made a fortune but what he earned with one hand he gave away with the other.

One of Donovan’s kinsmen was A. W. Lorenz-Andree, also popularly known as Sonny. Though he was attached to the Customs he was a prolific writer on any subject and a raconteur par excellence, gifts which he appeared to have inherited from his distinguished ancestor, Charles Ambrose Lorenz. As a freelance writer he was in great demand by the Press when centenaries and anniversaries. came round. He died a few years ago after having reached the ripe old age of 80. His birthday which falls on March 1 was usually an occasion for the convivial gathering of his old cronies, mostly from the Press.

It is not possible within the space of a brief article to give even a summary of the monumental contributions that Burghers have made in the spheres of Law, Medicine, Literature and Art. In Banking however, they have hit the jackpot. In this sphere the chief representative of the community is Christopher Anthonisz, the General Manager of the Bank of Ceylon.

The pink roses on his cheek assume a deeper red when the female members of the banking fraternity refer to him as the “Adonis of York Street”. He hails from Galle where the ashes of his ancestors rest in the yard of the Old Dutch Church, along with those of his relatives, the de Voses and Kales.

For those who have time to chew the cud of days that are dead, may I suggest the names of a few Burgher celebrities of a bygone age that may provide the fodder this week-end: Richard Morgan, Frederick Dornhorst, James Van Langenberg (pere et fill), F. J. Soertsz, G. A. Wille, Arthur Alvis, Evelyn Jansz, Durand Altendorf, Garvin Mack, Frank Grenier, Alan Drieberg, H. H. Bartholomeusz, Bede Beekmeyer and L. E. Blaze.

The list goes on: W. G. Van Dort, N. E. Ernst, Leonard Arndt, F. L. Beven, Lucian de Zilwa, Lucian Jansz, C. Horan, V. S. de Kretser, Edward Kelaart, H. G. Thomasz, O. L. de Kretser, J. R. Weinman, H. L. Wendt, Trixie Loos, Samuel Grenier, J. G. Vandersmagt, Eric Jansz, C. L. Ferdinands. L. M. Maartensz, A. J. R. Scharenguivel, J. Ludovici, Waldo Sansoni, Noel Gratiaen, G. S. Schneider, Clement de Jong, V. R. Schokman, Joseph Grenier, Hector Van Cuylenberg, F. Lourensz, Justin LaBrooy, Percy Cooke, E. H. Joseph, V. O. Wright, A. L. de Witt, A. E. Buultjens, Wace de Neise, Frank Markus, Claude Orr, Sam de Vos, Cyril A. Jansz, Aubrey Martensz and E. W. Foenander.

(Excerpted from The Good at Their Best first published in 1980)



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The Division Bell Mystery

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The murder, in a private dining room in the house, is of a financier with whom the government was negotiating a loan. When this seemed difficult the Minister of Home Affairs agreed to lead discussions, since he had known Mr Oissel the financier when they were young. Hence the private dinner, but when the Minister stepped out for a vote, Oissel was shot just as the Division Bell rang.

The Brahms and Simon detective novels, the first of which I wrote about last week, were amongst several books by the pair that Robert Scoble gave me when I was in Australia towards the end of last year. Amongst them was another thriller of a very different sort, though that too was written and set between the wars.

Called The Division Bell Mystery, it was set in the House of Commons, the first such book I believe, and was by Ellen Wilkinson, a Labour MP who became Minister of Education in Attlee’s government after the war, having served previously as Parliamentary Private Secretary to several ministers. Her hero Robert West is also a PPS, but a conservative, and his Minister, of Home Affairs, is an old style aristocrat, not much loved by the less orthodox Prime Minister, who nevertheless needs his support on many occasions.

The murder, in a private dining room in the house, is of a financier with whom the government was negotiating a loan. When this seemed difficult the Minister of Home Affairs agreed to lead discussions, since he had known Mr Oissel the financier when they were young. Hence the private dinner, but when the Minister stepped out for a vote, Oissel was shot just as the Division Bell rang.

West was just outside the door when the shot was heard, and when he opened it saw only the dead body with a revolver beside it. The assumption that this was suicide was however challenged by Oissel’s grand-daughter Annette, who was his heir, on the grounds that he would never have killed himself. But her view was given greater credence by the Inspector put in charge of the case who said there were no burn marks on the body which would have been the case had Oissel fired the pistol himself.

Matters are complicated by the fact that Oissel’s flat had been burgled while he was at dinner, and Jenks the policeman allocated to him, who had served the Home Secretary and seemed more acceptable to Oissel than someone from the Security Service, had been killed. Matters get even more complicated when Annette says her grand-father’s notebook in which he wrote his secrets in cipher was missing.

That was found in Jenks’ pocket, and then a photographer came to West to say he had been asked by Jenks to photograph this. More worryingly for West, he finds in the Home Secretary’s drawer a few pages from the notebook with what appears to be an interpretation of the cipher.

Ellen

Overwhelmed by all this he confides in a recently created peer who knows all about the business world, who insists that they leave the house party at which they had met over dinner and discuss the matter with the Prime Minister who promptly summons the Home Secretary.

But the Home Secretary had gone to Scotland to launch a ship over the weekend, so the meeting could take place only on the morning of the Monday, when difficult questions were expected on the adjournment motion. He admits at the meeting that he had got Jenks to take the notebook, and also that he knew the code since it had been created by him and Oissel when they were young.

He thought he should resign, and even contemplated suicide, but the Prime Minister told him that that would be even worse for the government, and that he should go home to bed. The Prime Minister said that he himself would handle the question, which he did with aplomb, insisting that confidentiality was needed until the inquest. What had happened would be made clear then, he declared, leaving West and Inspector Blackit and Lord Dalbeattie what seemed the impossible task of solving the murder.

Dalbeattie had suggested that West ask a female Labour MP who was very fond of him to get what information she could from the staff. That there was some involvement there had become clear when West, going back late one night to collect a briefcase he had left in a dining room, found someone lurking in the dark in the corridor outside the private rooms. Room J, where the murder had happened, was meant to be guarded throughout by a policeman, but he had left the room having felt dizzy, and it seemed that his coffee had been drugged. West’s sudden appearance however had prevented anyone else getting into the room.

Dalbeattie decides to recreate the scene of the murder and has a dinner party in Room J on the Tuesday night, inviting West and Annette and the society hostess at whose house he had met, and also Patrick Kinnaird, an MP who was engaged to Annette, as well as the Permanent Secretary to the Home Ministry.

After coffee Inspector Blackit comes in with Grace, the Labour MP who had got the confidence of the staff, and a journalist who had also been helpful, and just as they say they think they are on the track the division bell rings. Grace jumps up and tells the Inspector that that provides the solution and they get a ladder, and sure enough find the revolver in the space where the bell is. Directed at the place where Oissel had sat, it had been primed to go off with the ringing of the bell. The waiter who had helped to set things up made clear who the murderer had been.

The reason for the murder and the confused motives of all those involved made for a fascinatingly intricate mix. But also impressive in the book were the descriptions of the isolation possible in the crowded premises of the house, the forceful characterization of the members – Grace based on the writer, the society hostess based on Nancy Astor, the first female MP – and the laid back nature of senior politicians which West realized had to change in the brave new world of high finance.

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The challenge of keeping value-based politics alive

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Anti-migrant protests in Durban, South Africa. BBC

The current outbreak of anti-immigrant protests in Durban, South Africa is bound to have taken many a subscriber to value-based politics or political idealism quite by surprise. After all, this is evidence that despite the historic accomplishments of nation-builders of the stature of the late President Nelson Mandela it cannot be taken for granted that identity politics, including racism in its worst forms, is no more in South Africa.

At the time of this writing details are scarce on the substantive root causes of the protests but it could very well be that economic grievances, particularly on the part of the majority community in South Africa, are contributing considerably to the disaffection. Shrinking employment and material prospects are likely to figure majorly among the factors igniting the unrest.

Fortunately, the local authorities in Durban are losing no time in calling for peaceful co-existence among the relevant communities and are pointing to the vital importance of stepping-up national integration processes. Apparently, immigrants in sizable numbers from neighbouring countries are present in Durban. However, international TV footage of the protests quoted some local authorities as saying that the majority of the immigrants in some centres that housed them were not illegal migrants and had the documents that entitle them to be in Durban.

In the Durban protests the world has fresh proof of the socially divisive consequences of the gathering globe-wide economic disaffection, touched off particularly by the continuing crisis in West Asia. Going ahead, the world would need to brace for increasing identity-based unrest of the kind it is just witnessing in South Africa.

Considering that the material lot of ordinary people everywhere could only aggravate progressively, with the US and Iran showing no signs of negotiating an end to their confrontation any time soon, it will be left to the more democratic and progressive sections of the world community to initiate positive measures collectively to bring a measure of relief to the discontented.

The swiftness with which such relief will be provided would depend crucially on the importance those sections taking up these undertakings attach to value-based politics as opposed to Realpolitik of power politics.

Going by these yardsticks, Italy could be considered to be moving in the right direction. Recently Italy came to the fore in initiating the collective named, ‘Rome Coalition for Food Security and Access to Fertilizer’, which has as one of its aims the swift provision of fertilizer to economically weak African countries.

In a recent statement Italian Minister of Foreign Affairs and International Cooperation, Antonio Tajani, said that a principal aim of the project was to ensure that the farmers of Africa gained easy access to fertilizer, considering that food security is a growing concern among some of Africa’s economically vulnerable countries.

The statement went on to mention that some 30 countries hailing from the Mediterranean region, the Middle East, the Balkans as well as the FAO had been invited to join the coalition. The venture is far-seeing in that food security is main among the reasons for social discontent which in turn could degenerate into endemic political turmoil and bloodshed. Separatist violence and geographical fragmentation of countries wouldn’t be too far behind these developments, as Africa itself has often proved.

It is hoped that more G7 countries would take the cue from Italy and do what they could to ease the hardships of economically distressed countries, particularly of the global South. In these efforts they would need to break rank with the US, which is today brutally indifferent to the consequences of its policy of making ‘America First’, come what may.

Going by current developments, the Trump administration seems to be blithely oblivious to the wider, deleterious effects of its policy course in West Asia. Besides rendering Iran militarily and otherwise impotent nothing else seems to matter to Washington, as regards West Asia. This is policy short-sightedness of an extreme kind. After all, right now West Asia could be said to be sitting on the proverbial powder keg.

On the other hand, Iran is not giving the world the impression that it is doing anything constructive to get out of the policy straitjacket that it wove for itself decades ago. Rather than enter into a policy of ‘live and let live’ in relation to Israel in particular and initiate a process of reconciliation with the latter, it has chosen to operate within policy parameters that continue to damn Israel. This has put Israel always on the ‘defensive’ so to speak and prevented the opening up of space for meaningful dialogue.

That said, Israel is obliged to explore the possibilities of entering into a negotiatory process with the Arab-Islamic world that could lead to a de-escalation of tensions and bloodshed. It cannot continue to look at its neighbours through lenses that distort them as archetypal enemies who should be ‘wiped off completely from the face of the earth.’

In other words, the need is urgent for Realpolitik to give way to value-based politicks. Italy is beginning to prove that the latter approach could be pursued with some success. May be the EU and the UK could throw their weight behind these initiatives as well and establish that international politics could be refashioned on the basis of humane, civilized norms. The UN would need to be fully supportive of these moves and prove an organizational nucleus of the operations that follow.

In fact the time is ripe for people of conscience to collectively stand up on the side of peace and say ‘No’ to war and violence. Organizations such as the ICRC, the WHO and Medicines Sans Frontiers have already taken up this call. Referring to the widespread destruction of health facilities and their dehumanizing results these organizations have said, among other things, that ‘This is not a failure of the law. It is a failure of political will.’

True, ‘failure of political will’ among those powers that matter accounts for the runaway, uncontrollable nature of war and destruction in contemporary times, but more fundamentally it is a failure of the human conscience. It could very well be that the phenomenal levels to which violence and war have been unleashed today have had the effect of deadening consciences. This is a matter for urgent study and wide discussion.

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Vesak celebrations … with Cuteefly

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Perfect for celebrations, gifts, and meaningful occasions // Gift pack

I would describe Indunil Kaushalya Dissanayaka as innovative and creative, and she operates under the name of Cuteefly.

Indunil always comes up with something novel to celebrate special occasions, and she does it with candles … and that’s her profession.

She was in the spotlight when she created a happening scene, with candles, for Christmas, Sinhala and Tamil New Year, and Valentine’s Day.

As lanterns light up Sri Lanka for Vesak, the Colombo-based candle maker is quietly turning wax and wick into little pieces of the festival.

Candles reflecting Vesak themes

Her candles reflect Vesak themes – light, peace, remembrance, giving, etc., to enable you to fill your Vesak celebration with devotion and beauty.

Among her Vesak creations is a lotus-shaped soy candle, scented with sandalwood, lavender, etc., meant to burn during this Vesak Poya Day.

Indunil Kaushalya Dissanayaka: Customers
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These handcrafted Vesak candles are perfect for offering at the temple, she says.

What makes her creations so novel is that they come in different shapes, scents, themes, and all are handmade.

What’s more, her customers have heaped praise on her for her creativity.

According to Indunil, her creations are perfect as a thoughtful gift … to bring beauty, unity, and light into every moment.

Says Indunil: “Our beautifully handcrafted Unity candles are designed with premium detail and love, making them perfect for celebrations, gifts, and meaningful occasions.”

Cuteefly, says Indunil, is available online.

Readers could contact Indunil on 0778506066 for more details.

He Facebook Page is: Cuteefly.

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