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My Decision to Leave Home, 1970 A fateful decision

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By Nimal Wikremanayeke
(Excerpted from A Life In The Law)

I will now turn to the events that made me leave my wonderful country, my beautiful home and my large practice at the Ceylon Bar in order to emigrate to Australia, a land where I knew no one. Today, looking back, I cannot understand what fit of insanity must have overtaken me to make such a stunning, life-changing decision.

It was May 27, 1970, the day when our prime minister, Dudley Senanayake, decided to fight an election against the combined might of Mrs Sirimavo Bandaranaike’s Sri Lanka Freedom Party, Dr Colvin R De Silva’s Trotskyite Lanka Sama Samaja Party, Mr Pieter Keuneman’s Communist Party and several other miscellaneous parties. We were all extremely confident that Mr Senanayake would triumph and we would have stability in our country for another five years.

My father decided to hold a card party on election night so that we could have an enjoyable night while listening to the election results. Dad was an extremely generous host and he was to provide dinner – a gourmet’s dinner – yellow rice with numerous curries washed down with large quantities of French wines.I woke early that morning, shaved, showered, had my breakfast and went off to vote. The polling booths were filled with supporters of the various parties loudly touting their wares. I took my place in the queue and when it came for my turn to vote, the electoral officer brushed the first joint of my right thumb with indelible ink to prevent me from voting again, took my particulars and gave me my ballot papers. I returned home after voting, confident that our party would be returned to power.

Shortly after 12 noon I left with my wife to go to my club the Twentieth Century Club in Dawson Road, Havelock Town, Colombo. This was a ritual we followed every Saturday morning. When we arrived there, a group of my friends had already commenced their usual Saturday afternoon drinking session. They were seated in a semi-circle outside on the club house lawn and my wife and I joined them.

Life in those days was gracious and we were attended to by solicitous, subservient attendants. After many rounds of fairly heavy drinking, we left for home. We arrived at our well-appointed air-conditioned three-bedroom apartment, with a sitting cum dining room which had French windows opening out onto a covered veranda, and an impressive courtyard. We had two servants, a female cook and a houseboy.

Shortly after three o’clock the cook warmed up our lunch which the houseboy laid out on the dining table. We had our lunch and retired to bed where we were joined by our German shepherd, Sweetheart.We got up later that afternoon, made ourselves ready and went to my parents’ home. My father was one of the leading Queen’s Counsel at the Ceylon Bar. He had a large and spacious home which was built on a quarter of an acre of land over 11,000 square feet together with a quarter-acre of garden.

In addition to his study, the house had five well-appointed bedrooms, with en suite bathrooms in four of them. The home had a large entrance hall, a sitting room, an open-air patio in the middle of the home, a fountain filled with goldfish, an exceptionally large dining room, and attached to it was the billiard room, with a full-sized billiard table and sufficient room to accommodate a large card table.By 7 pm all my father’s guests had arrived and we indulged ourselves in a rousing game of Down the River. This was seven-card stud poker, together with as many jokers as there were players -eleven of us. At about 8.30 pm we sat down to dinner, which we finished by 10 pm. We returned to the card room and sat down to resume playing cards when someone turned on the radio to listen to the election results.

It was customary in Ceylon for the election results to start flooding in at about 10 pm. We did not hear any election results for several hours; all we heard from the local radio station was music, and this went on till about 1 am. We were all extremely puzzled as to why no election results were being declared. Our suspicions should have been aroused by the fact that every half hour, the local radio station kept playing Roger Whittaker’s “New World in the Morning.”

This should have been a warning, a portent of things to come. The local radio station kept repeating this piece of music every half hour until around 1 am, when the election results started flooding in. It was not a defeat, it was not a rout – it was a massacre. As I recall, the Ceylon Parliament consisted of 160 seats in 1970 prior to the election, with the UNP (United National Party) holding 90 seats and the other parties 70 among them. This time, the UNP lost 65 seats and the other parties won 65 seats.The poker game came to an end by 1.30 am and all of us, save for my parents, left for our respective homes. We were shattered. We were completely unaware of the extent to which our lives would change dramatically in the next 12 months as a result of this election.

Astrology

An interesting feature of this election was that Mr Dudley Senanayake’s astrologer was horribly wrong when he predicted that the prime minister would win the election if it was held on May 27, 1970. As a result of the prediction, the prime minister held the election and lost. Some Westerners may scoff at such primitive superstitions, but then why are whole pages devoted in their daily newspapers to astrological predictions?

Regrettably, I too have had my fair share of astrological predictions. In 1960 when I returned to Ceylon and went to the Bar, things were extremely difficult for me. Although my father was chairman of the Associated Motorways Group and a large insurance company, he had sent the secretaries of these companies a directive that I should not be given work.

I knew the secretary, Salman, who told me that there was a brilliant astrologer working as a clerk in the Associated Motorways Group. Salman suggested that I go and see him to obtain an astrological prediction about my future. I went to see him wearing dishevelled clothes and a pair of slippers. I told him what my date and time of birth was and he told me to come a week later. I turned up a week later to see him with Salman. This man looked at me sadly and said, “You poor man. You have no future at all. You are poor and you will always be poor. You have a Kemathrama Yoga.” Salman looked at him and said, “You idiot. This is the chairman’s son!”

One day in the middle of 1964, I was in the Law Library where the advocates normally congregated when they were not in court. I was chatting with two friends of mine, Satyendra and Navaratnarajah, when Satyendra told us that he knew a brilliant astrologer in Jaffna who could read horoscopes and accurately predict the future.

A few days later Nava and I gave Satyendra our respective birth details etc. to pass on to the astrologer who would make up our horoscopes and predict our futures. A couple of weeks later Satyendra turned up with our horoscopes. Satyendra told Nava that the astrologer had predicted a brilliant future for him. Saty then looked at me sadly and said that my horoscope predicted that I had no future. Although it terrified me at the time, this story had both a sad and a happy ending. A month later Nava, contracted hepatitis and died. The happy ending was that I believe the astrologer mixed up our dates of birth, for Nava now had no future and I ended up with a good future.

In fairness to astrology, I must relate an incident that occurred during the middle of 1971. The die was cast and I had crossed the Rubicon. There was a venerable old gentleman at the Ceylon Bar, a Mr M. Somasunderam. He was a contemporary of Dad’s. Someone at the Bar told me that Soma was excellent at reading palms and was an exceptional palmist. I buttonholed him in the Law Library and asked him whether I could speak to him on a personal matter. I told him that I was going to live out my days in Australia so could he please read my palm and tell me what my future was.

He took my palm in his hand and studied it for quite some time. He smiled a gentle smile, then said, “Wikramanayake, you have nothing to worry about. You will have a brilliant future in Australia” I was flabbergasted. I told him that this was impossible as I knew no one in Australia. He patted me on the shoulder smiled, saying, “Remember me when you are famous.” So, Soma, I am having a glass of Blue Label Scotch whisky in remembrance of you while I type this memoir.

Post-election horror

Elections in Ceylon were gory events. As one of the leaders of the Gauls said, when addressing the Roman Senate well over 2,000 years ago, “Vae ago, ae victis – woe to the conquered” The supporters of the successful winning party always exacted their revenge on the supporters of the losing party. A large number of supporters of the losing party were usually viciously beaten up while the police watched on without interfering, and houses belonging to members of the United National Party were torched.

The country was quiet on Sunday, but on Monday, the assaults and beatings started. I remember what happened to a cousin of mine, Michael Wikramanayake. He was the manager of a large government cooperative store. Michael had been known for the fact being a UNP sympathiser. He was seated in his office on Monday morning when the workers stormed in. They tied him to his chair and poured blue and red paint over him. Blue paint symbolised the Sri Lankan Freedom Party (SLFP), the red paint the Communist Party. Michael was badly beaten and lost an eye. The poor man was devastated; he not only lost his job but received no help from the police.

Yet this was only the beginning. Mrs Bandaranaike had more than a two-thirds majority in Parliament, and she amended the constitution. She announced that Sinhalese was to be the national language, and that cases in the law courts would shortly be conducted in the Sinhalese language and not in English, as had been done for over 150 years. Court documents were also to be written in the Sinhalese language. Up to that time, the work in the courts was conducted in English. The government created a High Court, a new court midway between the District Court and the Supreme Court. The government appointed seventeen new judges from lawyers who were members of Mrs Bandaranaike’s party, the SLFP. Lawyers from her party who were competent in Sinhalese were tasked with translating the Civil Procedure Code and the laws of the country into Sinhalese.

My attempt at coping

I took on two extremely competent young Sinhalese-educated lawyers as my readers to help me cope with conducting my cases in Sinhalese. Regrettably, I must confess that although I could speak my mother tongue, I could scarcely read or write it. I would now have to learn to think in Sinhalese. How was I to do this? I was thirty-seven years old.

My father had been a classics scholar before he studied law. He had introduced me to The Iliad, The Odyssey, Sophocles, Aeschylus, Euripides and the like when I was ten years old. English was the language we spoke at home and Sinhalese was used only to speak to the servants. I am not proud of this fact. While I was growing up, the British were in power and my language was suppressed by the British, who called it “the vernacular” This continued until I was fifteen years old.

In school, we had one period a week in Sinhalese before Ceylon received independence. I excelled in all the other subjects, save for my mother tongue. In 1948, when we received our independence the scene changed dramatically. From this time, we had a period of two hours of Sinhalese every day and I just could not cope with it. I was slapped regularly by my Sinhalese master, Mr Jayasekere, for not knowing Sinhalese. I excelled in Latin but failed miserably in Sinhalese. I never received less than 190 marks out of 200 in Latin but no more than 40 out of 200 in Sinhalese. This went on for several years until I went off to England to study, to widen my repertoire and broaden my horizons.

My lack of knowledge of my mother tongue had now returned to haunt me. After the election in May 1970, I mentioned my displeasure at this new turn of events in the Law Library to a Sinhalese-educated advocate. He sniggered and said sarcastically, “The dogs bark, but the caravan moves on” Yes, the caravan was moving on and leaving me behind barking madly.

I thought to myself, how the hell am I going to think and address the court in Sinhalese? I was at my wits’ end wondering what to do. As the situation continued like this for a few months I was beginning to despair. The two new Sinhala-educated lawyers I had employed tried to help me cope with my lack of knowledge of the Sinhalese language but to no avail.

I happened to go to the Magistrates’ Court in Colombo South in August 1970 and met a friend of mine, Clarence Fernando. We were discussing our situation and pondering what we were to do. Clarence told me that all was not lost. A friend of his, Frank Pereira, had recently migrated to Australia. He told me that Frank was in the legal profession and was doing extremely well. Heartened by this little titbit, I decided to emigrate to Australia. Had I known the truth about Frank Pereira, I certainly would not have abandoned my large practice at the Ceylon Bar and migrated to Australia. I could still have conquered the Sinhalese language and have had a gracious life in Ceylon.

I returned home and asked my dear wife Anna Maria, “Shall we go to Australia?” Anna Maria, bless her, was always game for anything I wanted to do. It was only many years later that she told me she was terrified when I had asked her whether we should go to Australia.When I came to Australia I learned that Frank Pereira was a law clerk earning a relatively small income of $30 a week. In 1970, secretaries in Australia were earning $60 a week.

Napoleon Bonaparte

In desperation I turned for guidance to my Emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte. Napoleon had been a great source of inspiration to me ever since my school days. One of my classmates, Ralph Deraniyagala, was an avid disciple of Napoleon. He suffered from a bad case of Napoleonitis and was an eccentric young boy. When we were young lads in our early teens, he had selected most of us, in class, to be Napoleon’s marshals and I was fortunate to be chosen as Marshal Ney.

Ralph was not only eccentric but also extremely impulsive. He would disrupt our lessons in class by springing up from his seat and shouting out to one of his marshals to charge. He would seriously upset the equilibrium in the class but the masters tolerated his bizarre behaviour. As a result of Ralph, I started devouring whatever books I could read on the life of Napoleon Bonaparte, starting with Abbott’s magnificent treatise on the life of Napoleon. Napoleon was of the view that there was always a “Career open to talent” He proclaimed that he was “a Corsican by birth, a Frenchman by adoption and an Emperor by conquest”. It was his belief that if one had ability, one could succeed anywhere in the world. So I decided to take up the challenge and emigrate to Australia.

Ronnie de Kretser

One of my father’s readers, Ivor Misso, had left for Australia in the 1950s. Misso had a substantial practice in the District Court of Colombo but had left for what he thought would be greener pastures. Dad wrote to him to ask him whether he could help me in my new adventure. Ivor Misso wrote back, suggesting that Dad write to Ronnie de Kretser, a partner in the solicitors’ firm of Weigall & Crowther in Melbourne. Ronnie had qualified as a proctor of the Ceylon Supreme Court in 1948 and left for Australia at the same time as Ivor Misso in 1956. Dad then wrote to Ronnie who advised me to put in my application for immigration and send him a copy, as the Minister for Immigration, Mr Phillip Lynch, was a good friend of his.

We duly made our application for immigration in November and we were successful due to the efforts of Ronnie de Kretser. I received a warm letter from Phillip Lynch congratulating me on my application and wishing me all the best in my new country. We were passed for immigration in December and it was only then I began to have second thoughts about migrating to Australia.However, Melbourne, my intended destination, was not unfamiliar to me as Dad had brought us out to Australia on a one-month holiday in 1952.1 had liked it then.

Distribution of work

Late in 1970, all the government corporation work was given to friends of the SLFP, Mrs Bandaranaike’s party. This was nothing new. Each successive government in Ceylon repaid its loyal supporters by giving them government legal work. (I was to be unpleasantly surprised many years later to also find that some work in Australia is handed out on patronage and privilege.)

One of the privileged few was P Herat who did work on the “motion roll”, which consisted of the list of summary matter applications to be heard in the Motion Court. That was the extent of his practice. The five District Courts had an hour’s work on the motion roll every morning before the trials for the day were heard. These summary matters were determined by the judge. Herat had never conducted a trial prior to Mrs Bandaranaike coming to power in 1970, and did not know how a trial should be conducted.

As I mentioned earlier, I had a large and a lucrative commercial practice. I was briefed for the defendant in a “mortgage bond” case. In Ceylon, a mortgage under Roman-Dutch law could only be enforced by court proceedings, unlike in Australia, where proceedings for possession could be issued after the mortgage had been terminated by appropriate notice. I had no defence to the action as my client was seriously in default of his obligations under the mortgage.

Herat was briefed to appear for the plaintiff, the State Mortgage Bank, a government institution. When we went to court, he was gloating and told me that the days of the English-speaking advocates were over for it was now the turn of the Sinhala-educated lawyers.

The case was called on for hearing before Judge Vaitialingam. Herat opened his case with bravado and then led his evidence. He kept smirking as he knew my client had no defence. The evidence he led was short and sweet. He led evidence that the mortgage had not been paid, then sat down. He did not lead any evidence that my client was in default. He did not lead any evidence that a demand had been paid for the arrears. Nor did he lead any evidence that my client had failed to cure his default. He then closed his case.

I asked him whether he had finished. He said “yes” I asked him several times whether he had finished and he kept getting angrier and angrier. The judge then asked him whether he had finished and he again replied “yes” I then made a No Case submission upon which Herat sought to re-open his case. The judge refused his application, saying that I had asked him sever-at times whether he had finished to which Herat had replied “yes” The judge had also asked him the same question and got an answer in the affirmative. He refused Herat’s application and dismissed his case.

It cost the bank Rs 150,000 or the equivalent of $30,000, a substantial sum of money in 1970.1 gave Herat the two-finger salute which Henry V’s longbowman gave the French at the Battle of Agincourt and walked out of court.Suffice it to say that Herat did not get another government brief. This case was not included here for the purpose of skiting about my forensic ability, but for the purpose of illustrating that patronage can occasionally go wrong.



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Nepal’s Mirage of Change

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The election in Nepal last week was not merely a political exercise; it was an eruption of pentup fury, a rejection of the old guard that had throttled any semblance of progress for decades. But what now stares the country in the face is a stark question: have the people truly changed their future, or simply traded one set of illusions for another?

For years, Nepalis endured the same trio of power brokers — the Nepali Congress, the CPNUML, and the socalled Communist Party — as these entities pirouetted through government halls, recycled leadership, and maintained an endless cycle of impressive promises and microscopic delivery. Institutions decayed, corruption metastasized, unemployment worsened further. Youth unemployment stands north of 20 per cent — more than double the national average. Around 1,500 young Nepalis leave their homeland every single day seeking work abroad, a staggering exodus that undermines any future the country might hope to sculpt for itself.

So, when the uprising erupted, when Gen Z and youth frustration boiled over into the streets, it was not just rage — it was despair. For a generation raised on unfulfilled promises, the old guard simply had no authority left to persuade a battered population of its relevance. History remembers political decay, but seldom the emotional collapse that precedes a revolt.

Into this void surged Balendra Shah, the rapperturnedKathmandu mayor better known as Balen. He became the face of something many claimed they wanted: a break with the past. The Rastriya Swatantra Party (RSP), a party as new as its leader’s rise from outside the entrenched political class, swept to an unprecedented majority: 125 of the 165 firstpastthepost seats. A single party holding nearly twothirds control in Nepal is almost unheard of, a brutal indictment of the old establishment’s collapse.

Yet, beneath the celebrations, the mood of unrestrained optimism conceals something far darker: a population battered into radical decisionmaking by emotion, not strategy. It is a politics driven not by reflection, debate, or longterm planning, but by hatred — hatred of “corrupt leaders,” hatred of stagnation, hatred of a system that failed to deliver rice (dal bhat), work, dignity. This emotional current, once unleashed, is merciless. It propels movements forward with the force of steam but leaves them to sputter once the fire runs out.

Nepal’s new leadership inherited not opportunity but catastrophe. The economic foundation is weak and brittle. Public debt hovers around 40–45 per cent of GDP, but it is the quality of the economy that terrifies: a narrow tax base, enormous dependence on remittances accounting for roughly onequarter of GDP, and a private sector too fragile to absorb the burgeoning army of young jobseekers. Tourism, once thought a panacea, remains exquisitely sensitive to global disruptions. Agriculture remains archaic and unproductive. Power outages and distribution inefficiencies plague even the most basic enterprises. Crucially, the labour force — the very youth that marched in protests — has no obvious outlet for meaningful employment.

The RSP manifesto, the socalled “2082 Vision,” is nothing if not audacious: 1.2 million jobs in five years; GDP expansion to almost $100 billion; per capita income rising to $3,000; 15,000 megawatts of installed capacity; halving LPG imports; digital services exports of $30 billion in ten years; the construction or upgrade of 30,000 kilometres of national highways. These numbers are ambitious — some might say visionary — but independent observers see them as fantasy built on the emotional reservoir of hope, not on deeply rooted economic analysis. Nepal’s energy grid cannot reliably distribute current capacity; transportation infrastructure routinely buckles under seasonal rains; foreign direct investment remains underwhelming; and the digital economy is throttled by regulatory unpredictability and an underdeveloped legal regime for international payments.

These are the grim realities. A promise to reduce imports without addressing critical bottlenecks in trade policy or crossborder logistics is a promise destined for frustration. A pledge to build tens of thousands of kilometres of roads without sustained institutional capacity to manage land acquisition, competitive bidding, quality control, and anticorruption oversight offers little more than ritual groundbreaking and even more ceremonial delays.

This mismatch between aspirational rhetoric and structural capacity points to a far more troubling truth: Nepalis have been deceived not by individuals but by narratives. The uprising was not wrong in its desire for change. But it was driven by visceral emotion — a collective impulse to reject the old, often without a coherent alternative blueprint that could realistically transform the economy and provide stability. Angry protests and street fervour commandeered the engine of politics, and once that engine is running on emotion rather than evidence, it becomes dangerously unpredictable.

Look at Chile. Gabriel Boric was once lauded as a youthful saviour, riding a wave of antiestablishment fervour following mass protests. He came to power promising transformation, only to be bogged down by economic crises, political fragmentation, and opposition so ferocious that his capacity to govern was severely curtailed. Boric faced impeachment, suffered plummeting approval ratings, and struggled to balance reformist zeal with the weight of practical governance. If Nepal is honest with itself, it must question whether Balen may tread a similar path: overwhelmed by the emotional thunder that elevated him, yet unprepared to deliver the institutional and economic stability the nation desperately needs.

Here’s the painful truth: Gen Z politics, fuelled by emotion, creates momentum but not mechanisms. Momentum wins rallies; mechanisms build nations. The current administration’s inexperience — not merely in government, but in managing a modern economy under immense pressure — sets the stage for something grim: a crescendo of disappointed expectations. When job creation fails to materialize at the promised scale, when infrastructure projects lag, when remittances cool and capital flight accelerates, the emotional energy that once propelled this movement may transform into a bitter sense of betrayal. That betrayal has a name in political history: radicalization without deliverables.

Worse still, emotional politics is ripe for exploitation by external actors. Nepal is geostrategically hemmed in by its two giant neighbours. India — the largest source of trade, investment, energy supplies, and transit routes — watches with both interest and caution. China, shareholder in multiple infrastructure ventures and a central actor in Belt and Road projects, has its own expectations. Both have engaged with the RSP, seeking alignment with their own strategic interests. But emotion is a currency external powers love to leverage: where national confidence is high and institutional clarity is low, foreign influence finds entry points. A government fuelled by public passion — but lacking robust policy anchors — becomes pliable, attractive, and dangerous.

The question is: did the electorate truly choose a path to prosperity, or merely a dream of it? Emotional politics gave the people a mirror — a reflection of their hurt, their labour unrecognized, their aspirations denied. But mirrors do not map roads; they only reveal what is already before us.

Balenomics may become a lesson in hubris — not because the goals are unworthy, but because goals without disciplined implementation, institutional reform, and credible governance remain poetry when the country needs engineering. Nepal needs a systemic recalibration of labour markets, transparent rulemaking, competitive commerce, legal certainty for investments, and infrastructural credibility — not just slogans that rouse crowds.

When citizens see delays, when promised jobs fail to materialise, when inflation stubbornly erodes incomes, and when foreign capital does not flood in simply because of optimism, the inevitable question will surface: was this all just emotional theatre? If the answer is yes, Nepal risks entering a phase worse than the old guard’s mismanagement: disillusionment with revolt itself.

by Nilantha Ilangamuwa

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Sarath Silva googly gives CBK year less than expected, Helping Hambantota

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Trips to Washington for IMF and World Bank meetings, bargain book sales

We were in the beginning of the year 2005 and the next Presidential election was coming ever closer. CBK had taken Chief Justice Sarath Silva’s advice and had taken oaths as President for the second time soon after the assassination attempt in 2001 in the belief that the balance period of her first term would be added to the tail end of her current tenure. Imagine her consternation when it was held that her second term ended exactly five years after her second oath taking.

It was a double blow in that her faith in Sarath Silva was shattered and her plans to undertake a year of reforms and groom a successor were now stymied. Sarath’s decision was tailor-made for his friend Mahinda Rajapaksa for if CBK had another year she may not have selected him to be the standard bearer of the PA in the forthcoming Presidential election. At this stage with Lakshman Kadirgamar’s demise, the odds on favourite was Anura Bandaranaike. But he was getting deeper into the cups and was not as proactive as his erstwhile protege MR.

The MR camp was busy demoralizing Anura. At the SLFP convention held in Kurunegala there was a well orchestrated hooting when Anura arrived on stage. Day by day pressure was brought on CBK to turn to MR and she was not helped by Anura’s reputation for drinking and indolence. No one knew that he had developed a cancer in his liver which Tissa Vitarana – a superb doctor, told me was caused by excessive drinking. The UNP which worked hand in glove with Mahinda to embarrass CBK now discovered that their favourite SLFPer (MR) whom they had nurtured could become a formidable candidate.

They filed a case through Kabir Hashim challenging Mahinda’s conduct in setting up “Helping Hambantota”, as a fund to collect money for the rehabilitation, presumably, as its name indicates, of Hambantota District. If found guilty he could have been imprisoned for four years as Sarath Silva proclaimed in retirement many years later. The “Helping Hambantota” fund created a dilemma for the Finance Ministry. Only the Treasury is entitled to set up special funds and when I was questioned about it in Parliament I had to frankly admit that “Helping Hambantota” was not properly constituted.

However MR’s Secretary Lalith Weeratunga had managed to get a letter from the Treasury stating that they were aware of this fund which proved to be a sufficient handle to save Mahinda. Kabir Hashim not only lost his case but was reprimanded by the CJ. He narrowly escaped being thrown in jail instead of MR.

Alternate Governor

As a prelude to a budgetary exercise the Ministry of Finance undertakes many discussions about foreign financial contributions which help in formulating our “foreign exchange budget”. All such inflows are depicted in the national budget under the relevant subheads. These discussions are held with both multilateral and bilateral donors. Among multilateral donors we transact business mainly with the IMF, the World Bank group and the ADB. In all these cases the Minister of Finance is an Alternate Governor who attends the annual sessions of these institutions.

The IMF-World Bank meetings are held twice a year as spring and autumn sessions and ADB meetings are held once a year. All these institutions have a practice of having their meetings in Washington and Manila as the case may be. However on every third year meetings are held in a member state. I was the Alternate Governor of these institutions from 2004 to 2015 which adds up to a considerable amount of travelling to all parts of the world. While innumerable ‘pilgrimages’ were made to Washington and Manila during this time, I also travelled to Ankara, Nagoya, Tokyo, Astana, Hyderabad, Singapore, Bali, Shanghai, and Bangkok for these multilateral sessions. Since most Finance Ministers of the world tend to attend these meetings, we also had fruitful meetings with many of them on bilateral issues. It was a good opportunity to review existing projects as well as discuss new requests. Many Ministers were accompanied by heads of their organizations that funded development efforts in the Third World. For instance the heads of the Saudi Fund, Norad, CIDA, UNDP, the Gulf Fund and many others who were funding Sri Lankan projects were present for a review of our joint efforts.

The agenda for IMF meetings was not too complicated. It began with the address of the heads of the IMF and World Bank followed by an overview of the global/regional economy and projections for the future by its Chief Economist. During my time, the post of Chief Economist was held by Raghuram Rajan, the distinguished scholar of Indian origin from the Economics Department of the University of Chicago. He was the first economist to predict the impending economic crisis of the late 20th century beginning with the failing housing market in the US.

He later became the Governor of the Reserve Bank of India at the invitation of Finance Minister Chidambaram. However having fallen out with the Modi government he went back to Chicago. We then had a meeting of the G40 which was a grouping of the developing countries. Here the concerns of the “receivers of aid” were articulated in the presence of the MD of the IMF and the President of the WB. At these meetings I was invariably asked to intervene by our group. Accordingly I characterized our plight as those of “innocent bystanders” whose economies were hit by the financial crisis which enveloped the developed world.

It must be remembered that this was the time when the global financial architecture was shaken to its roots following the American financial debacle. It was aptly described as a system “too big to fail”. The G40 meeting was followed by a luncheon hosted by the Indian Finance Minister for the South Asia group. Our geographical group comprised India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan and Sri Lanka. In my time our hosts were P. Chidambaram and Pranab Mukherjee who were the relevant Finance Ministers of India.

Afterwards many bilateral meetings were held on the sidelines of the main meetings. We invariably had meetings with India, the Gulf States, US, Japan, China and the Nordic countries where we could discuss progress in the projects underway funded by those countries as well as future funding for projects which had been submitted by the External Resources Division of the Finance Ministry. The grand finale was the plenary session where member states could make their interventions. Usually only eight minutes were allocated for each country.

The meeting ended with the formal responses of the heads of the IMF and WB to the concerns raised by delegates and a “family photograph”. I also had short “one to one” meetings with the MD of the IMF and the head of the World Bank. When De Rato the MD of IMF retired I called on him and presented him with a few packages of Ceylon tea and thanked him for his support extended to us particularly during the Tsunami. He remarked ruefully that I was the only representative of the developing countries who came to bid him farewell.

Country meetings

Perhaps the most important of our meetings were the “country meetings” when the senior officials of the IMF and WB reviewed the status of our economy as well as country projects spanning all aspects of the aid programme. I began the meeting with an introduction which reviewed the economy of Sri Lanka since our previous meeting. This was followed by a statement by the Governor of our Central Bank Nivard Cabral or his representative. One of the senior most officials of the IMF – Dr Kato a Japanese national, would then respond and turn over the discussion to the divisional leaders who would take up specific issues in project implementation. For example the Director overlooking education projects would review their activities in Sri Lanka while the Director in charge of budgetary reform would present his divisions analysis of our current budget and their recommendations for the forthcoming one.

It was an interesting high level discussion since we had come to know each other over a period of time and could speak frankly about our concerns. At the end of these discussions I would host the participants for a lunch usually at a top class Chinese restaurant close to the IMF building. Since we had an officer of the Central Bank attached to the IMF in Washington he took care of all these arrangements. He took care to invite a few other senior officials attached to the Maaging Director’s secretariat for that meal.

These and other public relations operations, including arranging a tour of our tourist hotspots when they were on mission in Sri Lanka, helped in smoothing our conversations and we were able to create a sense of goodwill which was very useful when it came to gaining the assent of the governing board which depended heavily on staff recommendations.

IMF ideology

A constant refrain about the IMF is that it follows a neo-liberal economic agenda. Since the West led by the US are the main shareholders of the IMF its Board usually toes a line which is favourable to Western interests. These interests include the regulation of the banking system and careful management of the global currency and exchange system which depended on US money supply and interest rates. Since the US dollar was the reserve currency of the world it held all the cards in the global financial game.

Part of our discussions were with the US Secretary to the Treasury and the Chairman of the Federal Reserve. When I first participated in IMF meetings the head of the Fed was Alan Greenspan [1987-2006] the legendary economist who dominated US economic policy for decades. He was followed by Ben Bernanke and Janet Yellen. They all participated in IMF meetings and Yellen in particular had special meetings with Finance Ministers to warn them of the possible consequences for their economies due to changes in the monetary policies of the US. For instance when the US raises interest rates money invested in developing countries tend to flow back to the US. When the US Fed reduces its interest rates there is a reverse flow to the poorer economies which offer higher rates.

Discussion with IMF officials in Colombo

When it comes to developing countries facing economic crises the IMF helps “by offering loans, technical assistance and surveillance of economic policies”. Loans are conditional on the following of a mutually agreed recovery programme for which funds are released in tranches after staff reviews which are endorsed by the Governing Board of the IMF. Sri Lanka has had 16 such programmes but none of them have been completed because the Sri Lankan side has aborted them mid stream due to political considerations.

In countries which go to varying types of polls almost every year, leaders find it difficult to accept the bitter economic recommendations of the IMF and the Central Bank. This is particularly true of Rajapaksa regimes because an electoral loss meant that “their occupation is gone” to use Shakespearean language. Subsidies however deleterious to growth is sacrosanct in this country and governments of the day prefer to pass on the hard decisions to future generations even if it means the breaking of its understandings with the IMF.

However there are some critics who challenge the model of growth adopted by the IMF. ‘Ihey find an alternative in closed economies where consumption is curtailed through a regime of restrictions and production is more for a domestic market. The economic models of such closed economies (also called “fortress economies”) have failed in the last 50 years and with the fall of the Communist blocs and the new trade policies of China, such an alternative is now hardly credible as a viable economic solution. Russia, China and Vietnam are keen members of the IMF and they jealously guard their interests in a globalized economy.

Donor meetings

In 1978 Ronnie de Mel established the practice of holding an annual meeting with our donor community as a prelude to preparing the budget. Since the new administration under JRJ was popular with western countries there was no dearth of supporters from among non-Communist countries. This was best seen in the foreign financing of the giant Mahaweli scheme. A large amount of money was provided as grants while many of the loans were given on concessionary terms.

The funding of this “Jumbo”project – both bilateral and multilateral – was so extensive that it is unlikely that such funding would be repeated in the future. Germany, Canada, Sweden and the UK financed the building of dams in Randenigala, Rantembe, Kotmale and Victoria. Japan which wanted to join the bandwagon but could not be accommodated under Mahaweli, opted to donate a whole new TV system and a 1001 bed hospital in Jayawardenepura as outright grants. When Scandinavian countries and Canada drew up “short lists”of developing countries earmarked for foreign funding Sri Lanka ranked among the top three.

Donor meetings were held because it was difficult to manage foreign funding on a one to one basis. It was more feasible to bring our donors together with the External Resources Division of the Treasury for a three-day long meeting when project performance could be reviewed and new funds pledged for the coming year and sometimes even beyond on a three year cycle. The World Bank agreed to host such a meeting and its European office in Paris was selected as the venue.

Thus from 1978 Treasury officials and the Minister of Finance wended their way to Paris for this much anticipated donor conference. Pledges were wrapped up and the meeting concluded with a grand dinner at the Ritz hosted by Ronnie in which all heads of relevant financial institutions participated. This model was so successful that the World Bank prescribed such meetings for many countries which were on the “beggars list” for extensive foreign support. This procedure worked well under the JR regime but was reduced to a shambles by Premadasa who preferred private foreign investment particularly for his garment manufacturing enterprises.

Discussion with IMF officials in Colombo

It must be stated here that this strategy did not entail obtaining a range of loans which would come home to roost later. Funding was provided by private investors. Premadasa’s favourite official in the Treasury – the super efficient Civil Servant Paskaralingam and his handpicked Treasury officials managed to steer the foreign exchange budget to success as well as start many urban infrastructure projects which began to alter the Colombo skyline. But the raging war – LTTE in the North and East and the JVP in the South – put paid to Premadasa’s dream of making Sri Lanka economically resurgent like Singapore, South Korea and Germany – countries that he admired. He was no great fan, unlike JRJ, of the USA and UK.

When CBK took over the reins in 1994 she had to confront an ongoing northern war. Premadasa had by then physically eliminated the JVP and its top leadership. All CBK’s efforts to quickly solve the “national question” became a tragic failure which blighted her regime. It particularly affected her management of the economy which declined over time to zero growth. As Minister of Finance I managed to reverse this trend and achieve a five percent plus growth and a significant increase in per capita income.

Her presence at the Paris donor meetings enabled western countries and Japan to complain to her about the escalating war in the North and East. To add to the countries security concerns several senior ministers Kadirgamar, CV Goonaratne and Jeyaraj Fernandopulle were assassinated and she herself had a narrow shave – all highlighting the stresses in a war torn country which were noted by the donors. Her strategy of taking her deputies GL Peiris and SB Dissanayake to Paris backfired in that they were exposed to the details of our economic debacle and the persisting concerns of western donors.

As SB told the media later he and GL realized at these meetings that CBK could not meet the challenge of managing the economy and therefore decided to cross over to Ranil and the UNP. To add to the misery the Tsunami of 2004 derailed all her plans and called for a concerted effort to put our foreign funding on a sounder footing.

We in the Finance Ministry decided to take the bold step of holding the Development Forum in Kandy. Earlier an attempt was made by Japan to host the Forum in Tokyo. It was decided then to move the venue from Paris to Tokyo largely due to the initiative of Japan’s roving ambassador Akashi who was well known for formulating his “Akashi Doctrine”. According to this policy Japan pledged substantial funds for development if the countries’ domestic conflicts were ended. It had been tested and tried successfully in Cambodia. This approach had been welcomed by Ranil’s regime.

But the LTTE had pulled out at the last minute and the Tokyo meeting had to be canceled. Our decision to shift to Kandy was welcomed by the donor community. We invited Bill Clinton for this meeting and he responded positively by sending a recorded message through his “alter ego” Erskine Bowles, the son of Chester Bowles – the former US ambassador to India, who attended on his behalf. The Deputy Managing Director of the IMF Praful Patel and deputy MD of the ADB Li Jin (who later headed the China backed Asian Infrastructure Development Bank) also attended together with senior officials of the World Bank.

The Ceylon Observer newspaper reported “More than 150 representatives from over 50 countries and international donor agencies will participate at this meeting. According to sources, the Government aims to cut down the budget deficit for 2005 with the assistance from donor countries and agencies. Sri Lanka maintains a 5.6 percent economic growth rate even in the midst of its largest ever disaster”.

After the ensuing discussions in which attention was drawn to the need to increase funding for Tsunami relief and strengthening the peace process, more specifically P-TOMS (Post-Tsunami Opertionl Mnsgement Structure), the international community pledged three billion US dollars for reconciliation and reconstruction activity in Sri Lanka. The holding of the development Forum in Sri Lanka was welcomed by the donors and it was continued the next year in Galle. However with the change of management a few years later it was abandoned by MR and successive administrations. Those Finance Ministers preferred to have bilateral discussions by themselves with donors and their contractors which led to many accusations of corruption which became more strident by the day. Instead of donor meetings emphasis was placed by MR and Basil Rajapaksa on “unsolicited proposals”.

Sunday off

Sunday in Washington was a free day which we used to visit the bookshops in Washington and go to the theatre. There was a bargain bookshop near Dupont Circle close to our hotel which was patronized by our delegation. It had many rare books donated to it by publishers since the sales collection went to charities. It was manned by students from top universities who were only too happy to engage in discussions about new books. Another memorable event was the closing down sale of the famous Borders bookshop since the company had gone bankrupt.

All books in the shop were sold at one dollar apiece. Borders bookshops in downtown Washington and Georgetown were stormed by “egg heads” who bought up not only books at a dollar each but even the shelves and safes which were on offer in the fire sale. I also visited my Peradeniya friend and colleague Professor HL Seneviratne and his family in Charlottesville, Virginia. Once I visited Stanley Tambiah my old teacher at Peradeniya. He had retired from teaching at Harvard and was installed in an old folks home by his ungrateful family. That was my last encounter with our much loved teacher from the fifties since Tambiah died a few months later.

The practice then was to attach a senior Central Bank officer to the IMF for a two year stint. It began with AS Jayawardene who later became Governor of our Central Bank. He was followed by Karunaratne, Jayatissa, Herath, Nandalal Weerasinghe, Dheerasinghe and Ranasinghe (the last three of whom we referred to as the “The three Sinhas”- lions). They all entertained us to dinner in their homes in Maryland. There were a large number of IMF and World Bank professionals who lived close to each other in the district.

It was no surprise therefore to learn that the Democratic Senator representing Maryland was Christopher Van Hollen Jr., the son of Chris Van Hollen, a long serving US Ambassador in Colombo who was a good friend of mine. Senator Van Hollen had his early schooling in Colombo. He was a Sri Lanka supporter who was always available for meetings with us. I was happy to present a book edited by his father to mark the historic relations between Sri Lanka and the USA to mark the bicentennial.

Our Ambassadors in Washington also assisted us. They participated in our IMF-WB meetings and arranged receptions so that we could meet IMF-WB staffers socially and also meet important US politicians and officials. As they say, Washington “inside the beltway” is the happy hunting grounds of politicians and bureaucrats. I particularly remember an Ambassador joining me for a memorable concert by Ravi Shankar and his daughter Anoushka held at the Kennedy Centre. Though our work in Washington was arduous and we had to burn midnight oil, we also had a lot of fun during our visits to the US capitol.

(Excerpted from vol. 3 of the Sarath Amunugama autobiography) ✍️

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Societies are not made of sticks and stones, but of men whose individual characters by turning the scale one way or another determine the direction of the whole”

Plato (The Republic)

Gotabaya Rajapaksa inherited a lower-middle income country and bankrupted it in two years and five months.

Donald Trump is likely to upend the world in a much shorter time. If he doesn’t immediately – and unconditionally – end the unprovoked and illegal war he began against Iran.

When Gotabaya Rajapaksa won the Lankan presidency with the enthusiastic backing of 6.9 million voters (almost all of them Sinhalese, and the absolute majority of them Sinhala-Buddhist), Dr Steve Turley, a pro-Trump conservative radio talk show host, hailed Sri Lanka’s turn to ‘nationalist right’. “An increasing number of populations are turning away from globalism and re-embracing nation, culture, custom and tradition as the basis for a vibrant political and cultural renewal. Just so another nation embraced the nationalist right. Sri Lanka recently held its presidential election and as a result we can add another nation to the growing number of nationalist populist governments throughout the world” (Sri Lanka Turns to the Nationalist Right!!! – YouTube).

The Rajapaksas could have given Donald Trump lessons on ethno-religious- populism, on the art of weaponising race and religion for political purposes. That mastery, however, was of no use when their errors and misdeeds sent the economy into a tailspin. Gotabaya Rajapaksa was chased out, literally, and the Rajapaksas reduced to three percent electorally.

Now Donald Trump, with his Iran folly, is about to unleash unprecedented economic chaos on America and the world.

Gotabaya Rajapaksa believed that Lankan agriculture (after more than half a century of inundation in chemical fertiliser) could be turned organic in one season. Donald Trump seemed to have convinced that a short sharp war would bring Iran to its knees. According to a recent New York Times report, “On Feb 18, as President Trump weighted whether to launch military attacks on Iran, Chris Wright, the energy secretary, told an interviewer he was not concerned that the looming war might disrupt oil supplies in the Middle East and wreak havoc in energy markets. Some of Mr Trump other advisers shared similar views in private dismissing warnings that…Iran might wage economic warfare by closing shipping lanes carrying roughly 20 percent of the world’s oil supply.” With such blitheness did America begin its newest war.

Today, the world’s oil supply is facing an unprecedented crisis. Iran has closed down the Strait of Hormuz and the 20 million barrels of oil that go through it on a normal day is not moving. Donald Trump first promised to use the US navy to escort ships through the channel, then told the shipping industry to show ‘some guts’. No one is likely to heed his call, not after three vessels in the vicinity were hit by Iranian projectiles (In the meantime, Iran is exporting more oil through the Strait than before, according to the Wall Street Journal.). So oil prices are soaring, driving up energy bills in the US – and across the world – less than eight months before mid-term polls with all Congress seats and 33 of the Senate’s 100 seats up for grabs.

Not just oil. Over one-third of world’s fertilizer trade too move through the Strait of Hormuz. Already fertiliser prices are rising globally and experts are warning about falling harvests and increased food prices across the world.

Then there’s Liquefied Natural Gas (LNG). Qatar, second largest exporter of LNG gas (handling about 20% of world’s output), has stopped production due to Iranian attacks, leading to soaring prices. An attack by Israel-US on an Iranian bank has resulted in an Iranian threat to retaliate against US and Israeli banking interests. The consequences so far include Citi Group and Standard Chartered evacuating their Dubai offices and HSBC closing its Qatar branch.

If the disruption of energy markets, financial markets, trade routes, and supply chains continues, the world is likely to slip into stagflation – low growth and high inflation with predictable results, from increased poverty and unemployment to socio-political upheavals.

In America Unbound: The Bush Revolution in Foreign Policy Ivo Daalder and James Lindsay argue that with his war on Iraq, George W Bush set off a revolution not in “America’s goals abroad, but rather in how to achieve them.” Under Donald Trump, American foreign policy is undergoing an even more momentous transformation. America has gone into Iran without a clear notion of what it wants and how it plans to achieve whatever it wants. With Donald Trump, it is not America Unbound. It is America Unhinged.

Quagmire

“We won,” claimed Donald Trump at a recent rally in Kentucky. Perhaps he has – in some alternate reality.

In this reality, Iran has achieved an unexpected degree of success in using one-way attack drones to destroy several US radars across the Middle East, “degrading the ability of the US and its allies to track incoming missiles,” according to the Wall Street Journal. The Military Watch Magazine reports that American air defence systems worth $2.7billion were destroyed by Iran in the first week of the war. These include one AN/FPS-132 radar (a long-range ballistic missile early-warning system) and two AN/TPY-2 X-band mobile radars (from THAAD anti-ballistic missile systems located in US bases in Jordan and the UAE). As a result, the US is planning redeploy parts of or even the entirety of THAAD anti-missile system from South Korea to the Middle East.

The financial cost of the war to the US was $11.3billion for the first six days, according to the Pentagon.

The Trump administration has finally admitted that around 150 American soldiers have been injured in the war already. This is without any boots on the ground. Israel-American plan to use Iranian Kurds as substitutes doesn’t seem to be working. “This is not our war,” responded deputy prime minister of Iraqi Kurdistan Qubad Talabani when asked why Kurds didn’t want to get involved in the Iran war. His message to Iranian Kurdish groups was, he said, “Be cautious, be smart, be strategic. Understand the landscape. Understand what’s on the other side of this border. Don’t rush into anything that could cause you significant damage or cause Kurdish areas in Iran significant damage” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqeT68ukZYI&t=192s).

With the air war not going according to plan and Kurds unwilling to act as cat’s paws, Donald Trump is in a bind. Close to 60% of Americans oppose the war while an overwhelming 80% oppose any commitment of ground troops. According to a recent Drop Site/Zeteo/Data for Progress survey, 52% of likely American voters believe that in starting the war, President Trump was ‘at least partly motivated…to distract from the Jeffrey Epstein’ (40% say he wasn’t so motivated). 46% of the respondents said that Trump is more responsive to Israel than to American people while 47% said he was more responsive to American people.

The controversial Epstein file containing allegations about Donald Trump abusing a minor came out, but barely made a stir since all the oxygen is being sucked in by the war on Iran. Without the war, it would have been the NEWS, for several cycles. If distracting public and media attention from the Epstein files was a Trump-objective in starting the war, it is working, so far. As for Israel, there’s little doubt that Binyamin Netanyahu was the prime mover in the war against Iran, just as he was in the 2003 war against Iraq. In his address to the nation, Mr. Netanyahu said that attacking Iran with American assistance “allows us to do what I had yearned for 40 years: smite the terror regime hip and thigh. This is what I promised and this is what we shall do.”

In November 2003, at an event to mark the 20th anniversary of the National Endowment for Democracy, George W Bush assured his credulous nation that “A new regime in Iraq would serve as a dramatic and inspiring example of freedom for other nations in the region.” Knowingly or unknowingly, he was echoing Bibi Netanyahu’s blithe and misleading words to the US Congress during a hearing on Iraq, “A war on Iraq is a good choice, the right choice… A nuclear-armed Saddam would place the security of our entire world at risk… If you take out Saddam, Saddam’s regime, I guarantee you that it will have positive reverberations in the region” (https://www.vox.com/2015/2/26/8114221/netanyahu-iraq-2002).

Donald Trump is after a third term. A repeat of Iraq in Iran is not in his interests. According the Wall Street Journal, White House officials fear that Israel will continue to attack Iran even if the US tries to end the war. Bibi Netanyahu needs and wants a long war to stay on as PM and to evade a possible long prison sentence for corruption. The extremist parties who back him think that the road to Greater Israel lies through a Middle East engulfed in chaos and anarchy. Longer the war, the greater the chaos. As the deputy PM of Iraqi Kurdistan said, chaos in Iran is not good for Iraq, Kurdistan, the Gulf, or the global markets. The possible exception, he pointed out, is Israel. “They could live with chaos in Iran. They’ve been living with chaos in Syria. As long as threats to Israel are taken care of, distracted, weakened and disorganised…”

According to a report by France 24, Israel drones are spraying herbicides on crops and even fruit trees in the buffer zone between Israel and Syria, destroying them (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lyp9Xfess3Q). This is despite the pro-Israeli nature of Syria’s new regime. Clearly anarchy and chaos in the region is what Israel is after. A long war in Iran or – ideally – the fragmentation of Iran resulting in a series of civil wars would suit Israel’s purpose perfectly.

Blasts from the Past

Soon after the war began, a non-commissioned officer in a combat unit in the US army, a Christian by faith, wrote to the Military Religious Freedom Foundation on behalf of 15 comrades (at least 11 Christians, 1 Muslim, and 1 Jew). He said that his commander urged them to tell the troops that the war with Iran “is part of God’s Plan” and that Donald Trump was “anointed by Jesus to light the signal fire in Iran to cause Armageddon and mark his return to earth.” This complaint was repeated by at least 200 other officers across 50 installations encompassing every branch of the military. 30 Congressional Democrats are now asking the Defence Department to open an investigation into “invoking religious prophecy and apocalyptic theology to justify the United States’ actions in Iran” (https://www.militaryreligiousfreedom.org/2026/03/ms-nows-ali-velshi-covers-mrff-in-superb-segment-on-the-dangerous-infusion-of-religion-into-the-iran-war-by-commanders-pushing-end-times-prophecy/).).

This tendency within a section of the US army to justify the war on Iran using the Bible dovetails perfectly with Bibi Netanyahu’s own propaganda gimmick. In explaining the time of the attack on Iran, he invoked the Jewish holiday of Purim. “2500 years ago in ancient Persia, a tyrant rose against us with the very same goal, to utterly destroy our people.” The story of Purim is contained in the Book of Esther in the Old Testament (Torah in Judaism). Historians doubt the veracity of the tale. Be that as it may, the tale in the Book of Esther is not about Jews rising against Persian oppression; it is about Jews defeating a conspiracy against them by winning over the Persian king.

Haman, a minister of the Persian king Ahasuerus, angered by Jewish leader Mordecai to bow to him convinces the king to kill all Jews within the Persian empire. The king’s chief queen Esther is Jewish (she had married him at Mordecai’s suggestion hiding her Jewish lineage). She manages to convince the king not only to spare her people but also to allow them the right to worship. The historical truth is that Jews lived unharmed in the Persian Empire and often served as auxiliaries in the Persian army for centuries in the war against Christian Rome.

The first time Jewish people regained the right to occupy Jerusalem since the destruction of the Second Temple and their banishment by Roman emperor Titus in 70CE was after Persian emperor Khosrow conquered the Holy City around 610CE with the aid of Jewish auxiliaries. That ‘return’ did not go well either for Jerusalem or its Christian population. According to Pulitzer-winning historian David Levering Lewis, “The horrific sequel is so overlain by partisan hyperbole that little more can now be said other than that the holiest city in Christendom was left a charnel house of smouldering ruins after several days of rape, pillage, and massacre…” (God’s Crucible).

Trying to frame modern wars in the shape of ancient conflicts is a dangerous game. Some of George W Bush’s advisers depicted the war against Iraq as a new Crusade. As history shows, Crusades did the Crusaders no good. “If Richard Cœur – de – Lion and Philip Augustus had introduced Free Trade instead of getting mixed up in the Crusades we would have been spared 500 years of misery and stupidity” Fredrick Engles pointed out (letter to F Mehring – 14.7.1893). But misery is what happens when ignoramuses wear the crown. The misery we went through in 2022, the rest of the world is about to experience, soon.

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