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One of the better American Presidents – Jimmy Carter



Worldwide attention is riveted on the incomprehensible tantrums of tricky, tentacular, truculent, tenacious, tweeting Trump. Only one reason for his staying on in the White House and not attempting civility and even a reluctant handing over of the presidency can be adduced: not being right in the head. But remember he got the highest number of votes of any defeated presidential contender. He is also backed by hordes of white Americans and Republican Senators. He is such a contrast to Biden. Obama is a diamond to this clump of coal while John Kennedy and Bill Clinton glisten in spite of their minor flaws. To me the greatest of our times, barring Obama, is Jimmy Carter. He was no outstanding president, but his humanity shone forth. Of the five living U.S. presidents, Carter is the longest-lived president, the longest-retired president, the first to live 40 years after his inauguration, and the first to live beyond the age of 95. He and Rosalyn celebrated their 74 years of devoted marriage on July 7, 2020. 

He was not known very well beyond the State of Georgia when he came forward as Democratic contender against Gerald Ford, but served well as 39th Prez from 1977-81. He was the man with most heart and continued after retirement to work in social projects. His greatest achievement is co-founding the Carter Center advocating human rights for which he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002.


Sites in Atlanta

I have a son living in Atlanta, Georgia, so would spend holidays with him. While he worked I went around, spending hours in the Carter Center, libraries and the small museum in the ground floor of the house down Peach Tree Street where in the basement, Margaret Mitchell wrote her one and only novel, a best seller for all time no sooner it was out. My son’s flat is bang opposite Fox Theatre but the film of Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind was first screened in another cinema. However the hotel where Clarke Gable and other stars stayed for the grand opening night is adjacent.


Seeing the 39th President

Imagine the wonder of what my son did during one of my holidays with him.

“Would you like to go to Plains and see and hear Jimmy Carter in the Baptist church there?”

Wouldn’t I just love it! It was a weekend when the Prez and wife were to be in Plains and one had to reserve seats in the Maranatha Baptist church on-line. So on a Sunday in September 2008, we attended Sunday School conducted by the President (even ex-presidents of the US are addressed as president).

A friend of the Carters first laid out detailed do-s and don’t-s in a friendly manner; following specified protocols was important. The main section in the church was reserved for visitors while the pews on either side were occupied by neighbourhood congregation; the well groomed women ‘Steel Magnolias’ in their elegant hats. Carter and wife walked in and he took his place below the simple alter. He said he and Rosalyn had returned from building houses in Africa. Then he got down to the business of the day, first asking those out of State to indicate themselves. Egged on by persons seated near us, I did so and said, “Out of country – Sri Lanka.”

His welcome was warm and he added, “We are saddened by the fighting over there in your island home. We pray for your country.” More surprising was when we were allowed to take photographs with the First Couple. We had been instructed not to speak to either, not to thank him, not to wish him, but just get the picture taken (which a person did) and move aside since so many wanted to do this. When my son and I went beside the couple, Carter spoke to me: (Surprise! Surprise!) “You are from Sri Lanka. Beautiful island. We wish you well and the country.” I had to thank him didn’t I, notwithstanding strictures? I wasn’t wearing sari. Maybe my brown skin was the telltale clue for recognition.

James Earl Carter Jr. was born on October 1, 1924 to peanut farmer Earl Carter and Lillian of Peace Corps to India fame. He graduated from the United States Naval Academy in 1946 with a BSc degree and joined the US Navy, where he served in submarines. His father died in 1953 and Carter left his naval career and returned home to take up the reins of his family’s peanut-growing business. Carter inherited comparatively little due to his father’s forgiveness of debts and the division of the estate among the children. His sister took him on a blind date and he fell in love with his partner of the foursome, Rosalyn Smith and married her in 1946 and had three sons and Amy. They were 21 and 18 years of age when they married.

He joined the Democratic Party and rose to serve as a Georgia State Senator from 1963 to 1967 and as the 76th Governor from 1971 to 75. He opposed the political climate of racial segregation and supported the growing civil rights movement. An interesting tale resides here. When his mother was nogt around, the child Jimmy was cared for by a black sharecropper’s wife – Mrs Rachel Clarke. Carter admits she was one of the strongest influences in his life.


Preserved sites in Plains, Carter’s home included

The high school which he and Rosalyn attended; the farm in which he grew up; the hospital where his mother was a nurse and the small railway station that was the headquarters of his presidential campaign are now preserved sites under the aegis of the American National Park Service. The high school is a Jimmy Carter museum.

After the Sunday School service, my son drove me to Carter’s family farm. Pictures and voice presentations (Carter’s voice describing rooms in the house and the adjoining store) give the visitor a very clear picture of the life he led in his father’s 350 acre farm — extremely tough and necessitating long hours working behind a plough or gathering produce. They ran a store and invariably people wanting oil, sugar, flour or whatever would arrive during the time the Carters were at lunch. It was Jimmy who interrupted his meal to attend to the sale.

The impression that comes across is that of the closely knit family of two boys and two girls; very religious and almost uptight in upbringing. His father bought a radio when radios were luxuries and thus often, the house verandah would be full of neighbours come over to listen to some important news or speech. (All Southern houses have these open verandahs to beat the summer heat, with rockers and a swing). The toilet was converted to a water closet when Jimmy was a teenager, and still to be seen was a suspended bucket with holes in its bottom and a tap above which made do for their shower.

Plains had only one eatery naming itself Mother’s Diner. The Carters are supposed to be frequent visitors, though the food is limited in scope. Cheap though. They have built a far from sumptuous house close to the farm, where they live with guards around when they visit Plains. We peeped in as we passed the closed gate.

We stayed the weekend in The Plains Historic Inn and Antiques, exquisitely quaint, capturing in full measure the spirit, tone and atmosphere of this tiny Southern American city which incredibly threw up a president of the United States. The inn has seven theme rooms above the hall which displays and sells antiques, local crafts and books by and of the Carters. Each room was furnished in the style of a decade of Carter’s life, from the 1920s through the 1980s. For instance, the ’60s room has its bed, sofa, writing table and even bathroom fixtures in the 1960s style, posh though. LIFE magazines of the decade are on the bedside table and two books of the 60’s era. Prominently placed on the double bed was a wooden tray with two packets of peanuts, the major product of Plains. The breakfast area, where cereal, fruit juice, cookies and fruit are available for guests to help themselves to when they please, leads to a large verandah with rockers. It was sheer magic sitting out with a brilliant half moon above, or even in the afternoon, overlooking a lovely garden and the railway line and its quaint station which is now of historic interest, having been the headquarters of Carter’s presidential bid. The headquarters of Habitat for Humanity International is close by, so also the Andersonville Civil War Village, which too is a national historic site.


Carter quotes

Jimmy Carter has thirty books authored by him, apart from articles et al. Here are a couple of what he has said, pertinent to now; maybe said before the latest disgraceful calamity.

“I’ll never tell a lie. I’ll never make a misleading statement. I’ll never betray the confidence that any of you had in me. And I’ll never avoid a controversial issue.”

“Republicans are men of narrow vision, who are afraid of the future.”

“We’ve become now an oligarchy instead of a democracy. I think that’s done the worst damage to the basic moral and ethical standards of the American political system ever seen in my life.”

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Investigative Journalism?



I usually end up totally exhausted when I finish reading the local newspapers from the Pearl. There are so many burning questions and so much is written about them but there are no conclusions and definitely no answers. For example, we seem to have three burning issues right now and this is not in order of importance.

We have a lengthy report that has been published on the Easter Sunday carnage. Everybody knows what I am talking about. However, no one, be it an editor, a paid journalist or a single one of the many amateurs who write to the papers, has reached a conclusion or even expressed an opinion as to who was responsible. At least not a believable one! Surely there are energetic and committed young people in the field of journalism today who, if asked, or directed properly will go out and find a source that would give them at least a credible hypothesis? Or do conclusions exist and has no one the courage to publish them?

At least interview the authors or should I use the word perpetrators of that report. If they refuse to be interviewed ask them why and publish an item every day asking them why! Once you get a hold of them, cross-examine them, trap them into admissions and have no mercy. It is usually geriatrics who write these reports in the Pearl and surely a bright young journalist can catch them out with a smart question or two, or at least show us that they tried? The future of the country depends on it!

We have allegations of contaminated coconut oil been imported. These are very serious allegations and could lead to much harm to the general populace. Do you really believe that no one can find out who the importers are and what brands they sell their products under? In this the Pearl, where everyone has a price, you mean to say that if a keen young journalist was given the correct ammunition (and I don’t mean 45 calibres) and sent out on a specific message, he or she couldn’t get the information required?

We are told that a massive amount of money has been printed over the last few months. There is only speculation as to the sums involved and even more speculation as to what this means to the people of the Pearl. Surely, there are records, probably guarded by extremely lowly paid government servants. I am not condoning bribery but there is nothing left to condone, is there? There are peons in government ministries who will gladly slip you the details if you are committed enough and if you are sent there to get it by a boss who will stand by you and refuse to disclose his sources.

I put it to you, dear readers, that we do not have enough professional, committed and adequately funded news organisations in the country. We can straightaway discount the government-owned joints. We can also largely discount those being run by magnates for personal gain and on personal agendas. As far as the Internet goes, we can forget about those that specialise in speculative and sensationalist untruths, what are we left with O denizens of the Pearl? Are there enough sources of news that you would consider willing to investigate a matter and risk of life and limb and expose the culprits for the greater good of society? Can they be counted even on the fingers of one hand?

In this era when we have useless political leaders, when law and order are non-existent when the police force is a joke, it is time the fourth estate stepped up to the mark! I am sure we have the personnel; it is the commitment from the top and by this, I mean funding and the willingness to risk life and limb, that we lack. Governments over the last few decades have done their best to intimidate the press and systematically destroy any news outlet that tried to buck the usual sycophantic behaviour that is expected from them by those holding absolute power.

Do you think Richard Nixon would ever have been impeached if not for the Watergate reporting? Donald Trump partially owes his defeat to the unrelenting campaign carried out against him by the “fake news” outlets that he tried to denigrate. Trump took on too much. The fourth estate of America is too strong and too powerful to destroy in a head-to-head battle and even the most powerful man in the world, lost. Let’s not go into the merits and demerits of the victor as this is open to debate.

Now, do we have anything like that in the Pearl? Surely, with 20 million-plus “literate” people, we should? We should have over 70 years of independence built up the Fourth Estate to be proud of. One that would, if it stood strong and didn’t waver and collapse under pressure from the rulers, have ensured a better situation for our land. Here is Aotearoa with just five million people, we have journalists who keep holding the government to account. They are well-funded by newspapers and TV networks with audiences that are only a fraction of what is available in the Pearl. Some of the matters they highlight often bring a smirk of derision to my face for such matters wouldn’t even warrant one single line of newsprint, should they happen in the Pearl.

Talking of intimidation from the rulers, most of us are familiar with the nationalisation of the press, the murder and torture of journalists, the burning of presses to insidious laws been passed to curtail the activities of Journalism. These things have happened in other countries, too, but the people and press have been stronger, and they have prevailed. We are at a watershed, an absolutely crucial time. It is now that our last few credible news sources should lift their game. Give us carefully researched and accurate reports with specific conclusions, not generalisations. Refuse to disclose your sources as is your right, especially now that the myopic eye of the UNHCR is turned in our direction.

All other ways and means of saving our beloved motherland, be it government, religion, sources of law and order and even civil society leadership seems to have lapsed into the realm of theory and rhetoric. Our last chance lies with the Fourth Esate and all it stands for. I call for, nay BEG for, a favourable reaction from those decision-makers in that field, who have enough credibility left in society, DON’T LET US DOWN NOW!



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The world sees ugly side of our beauty pageants



Yes, it’s still the talk-of-the-town…not only here, but the world over – the fracas that took place at a recently held beauty pageant, in Colombo.

It’s not surprising that the local beauty scene has hit a new low because, in the past, there have been many unpleasant happenings taking place at these so-called beauty pageants.

On several occasions I have, in my articles, mentioned that the state, or some responsible authority, should step in and monitor these events – lay down rules and guidelines, and make sure that everything is above board.

My suggestions, obviously, have fallen on deaf ears, and this is the end result – our beauty pageants have become the laughing stock the world over; talk show hosts are creating scenes, connected with the recent incidents, to amuse their audience.

Australians had the opportunity of enjoying this scenario, so did folks in Canada – via talk show hosts, discussing our issue, and bringing a lot of fun, and laughter, into their discussions!

Many believe that some of these pageants are put together, by individuals…solely to project their image, or to make money, or to have fun with the participants.

And, there are also pageants, I’m told, where the winner is picked in advance…for various reasons, and the finals are just a camouflage. Yes, and rigging, too, takes place.

I was witnessed to one such incident where I was invited to be a judge for the Talent section of a beauty contest.

There were three judges, including me, and while we were engrossed in what we were assigned to do, I suddenly realised that one of the contestants was known to me…as a good dancer.

But, here’s the catch! Her number didn’t tally with the name on the scoresheet, given to the judges.

When I brought this to the notice of the organiser, her sheepish reply was that these contestants would have switched numbers in the dressing room.

Come on, they are no babes!

On another occasion, an organiser collected money from the mother of a contestant, promising to send her daughter for the finals, in the Philippines.

It never happened and she had lots of excuses not to return the money, until a police entry was made.

Still another episode occurred, at one of these so-called pageants, where the organiser promised to make a certain contestant the winner…for obvious reasons.

The judges smelt something fishy and made certain that their scoresheets were not tampered with, and their choice was crowned the winner.

The contestant, who was promised the crown, went onto a frenzy, with the organiser being manhandled.

I’m also told there are organisers who promise contestants the crown if they could part with a very high fee (Rs.500,000 and above!), and also pay for their air ticket.

Some even ask would-be contestants to check out sponsors, on behalf of the organisers. One wonders what that would entail!

Right now, in spite of the pandemic, that is crippling the whole world, we are going ahead with beauty pageants…for whose benefit!

Are the organisers adhering to the Covid-19 health guidelines? No way. Every rule is disregarded.

The recently-held contest saw the contestants, on the move, for workshops, etc., with no face masks, and no social distancing.

They were even seen in an open double-decker bus, checking out the city of Colombo…with NO FACE MASKS.

Perhaps, the instructions given by Police Spokesman DIG Ajith Rohana, and Army Commander, General Shavendra Silva, mean nothing to the organisers of these beauty pageants…in this pandemic setting.

My sincere advice to those who are keen to participate in such events is to check, and double check. Or else, you will end up being deceived…wasting your money, time, and energy.

For the record, when it comes to international beauty pageants for women, Miss World, Miss Universe, Miss Earth and Miss International are the four titles which reign supreme.

In pageantry, these competitions are referred to as the ‘Big Four.’

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Better use of vanity projects; Cass apologises, and New Year graciousness



A wise one, with the interests of the country at heart, calling himself ‘A Member of the Silent Majority’, wrote in The Island of Friday, April 9, offering an excellent solution for the better and genuine use of the Mattala Mahinda Rajapaksa International Airport which was built at a stupendous cost to both the Treasury, and wildlife abundant in the area, to satisfy an ego and sycophants’ cries of Hail to the King. Even sans Covid and lockdowns and shut downs of airports, the Mattala Airport was a white elephant, endangering and displacing the black elephants, roaming along their familiar corridors; receiving such few airplanes. Thus, as the writer Cass mentions says, convert the airport to a super hotel with excellent and sure-fire access to wildlife watching, like referred to hotels in Kenya and elsewhere. Yes, it will definitely be a bigger money earner than an airport waiting for a plane to land. Expensive equipment going rusty could be transferred to smaller airports being developed all over the island. There was such a hue and cry when storerooms, within the deserted airport, were used for paddy storage, but not even a whimper of concerted protest when the vanity projects were being built. We also heard that on the rare occasions a plane was to land/take off, peacocks in the area were shot at to prevent them flying into the planes. Aney, what a sin, just to have a name on a nameboard! Use the Suriyawewa Cricket Stadium too for a better purpose and less costly to water and maintain green in near desert climate conditions. What about a residential training institute for youth, perhaps in small industries? If the king-sized ego demands the name be present, OK, leave it. What’s in a name?

Any matter, financial or economic, with benefit to country buttressing it – refer to Dr Harsha de Silva and Eran Wickremaratne. Likewise, anything pertaining to fauna, flora and preservation of natural habitats ask Devani Jayathilake. Cassandra would give two years of her life (she does not have 10 left, she suspects) to know what the answers of the three wise and sincere ones mentioned would be to the proposal to convert the Mattala Airport, oops sorry – Mattala Mahinda Rajapaksa International Airport – to a 7 star hotel for wildlife watching and then tourists proceeding to Yala and other places that were touted to be reached easier if planes brimful of tourists, landed in Mattala. Pipe dream even sans Covid-19.

The thought of the millions, nay billions, our country was indebted to China to construct these vanity projects aka white elephants of the Rajapaksa fiefdom sends Cass’s blood racing in her contracting veins. And now another hair-brained scheme is being exposed, not new but re-exposed: that of the stupendous amount sent direct from the Central Bank with no nod, as reported, from the then Cabinet or Parliament, to an American-resident con-man to improve our appearance on the world stage or at least American stage. My word!! Cosmetics of creams and colours and such like can improve the face of an already beautiful woman. But a country that was once beautiful, glorified, accepted internationally and then politician-spoilt, cannot be redeemed by PR work, however expensively. Nivard Cabraal was the then Govenor of the CB. Of course, as every Banda, Singho and their women say, nothing will come of this. Powerful political sweeping under the carpet in the presence of cardboard administrators and sycophantic hosanna singers, makes the matter disappear and not merely hides it. Unless of course there are enough intrepid outers-of-truths and persistent protestors, brave and national minded enough to continuously tease the matter like a cat its caught rat. Ranjan is locked away in hard labour for four solid years, losing his Parliamentary seat for misusing the gift of his gab, while convicted murderers of the right colour attend Parliament, escorted and all.

Cass apologises

To the reigning Mrs World, Mrs Caroline Jurie, for crowning, uncrowning and recrowning of the winner of the recent Mrs Sri Lanka contest. Caroline Jurie took this stride because the winning contestant was four years on the way to being a divorcee, which status forbids a woman from attempting to wear the crown of Mrs…. (country) with a view to becoming Mrs World. This title and honour is bestowed on a woman who promotes, holds sacred the institution of marriage and is a married woman. Cass castigated Caroline Jurie without knowing then the fact that Jurie had protested about this candidate being considered due to her impending divorce; and allowed to contest. She said she withdrew from the panel of judges since her point was not taken by the others. WHY is the Q. Easy to answer. The new beauty queen of shaky married status was a loud speaker in favour of Presidential Candidate Gotabaya R in Polonnaruwa (captured on social media) and probably spoke on stages for SLPP Parliamentary candidates. So of course she was slated to win; vision impaired over rules and future probabilities, She has her height – one advantage. Beauty can always be dexterously rubbed and painted in. But honesty is important and cannot be cloned or grafted in.

Cass now definitely faults the new Mrs Sri Lanka. She should not have contested, having her papers sent in for divorce and not retracted. What happens when she wins the divorce (or her husband wins it, however the divorce was first mooted). Another local contest? And if the divorce was still pending and she went overseas at great expense and won THE crown or a lesser one. To be returned forthwith when she has to remove the present gold band from her third finger, which probably she has already removed but hastily wore for the contest and when preparing for it? This is why Cass avows that many young women particularly, are so very selfish and forward and uppity and even dishonest now. In Cass’ time and even a decade or two later, a girl would never do what this new beauty has done, flipped aside a core rule and necessity of the contest, just to win by honest means or foul. Way the country’s going, my friend.

Post – Aluth Avurudhu

Cassandra is stuffed gill-high with kavun, aluwa and crunchy kokis, preceded by kiributh and lunumiris. She is fending for herself because a dip in Covid numbers and having had the jab, her domestic wished to enjoy a family new year having missed the last one, locked down as we were. Cass made her own kiributh – tasting somewhat like it should, but the sweets were all gifted her. So, also the offers of help, sleep-ins at others’ homes and solicitous frequent inquiries of ‘how are you?’ Kind and gracious relatives and friends, acquaintances too are thanked; and the most appreciated being neighbouring kitchen helps and care givers. Three-wheeler drivers who spin Cass around on errands too make enquiries. And thus her thoughts when resuming work at the nekath time and word processing this article. Sri Lankans are such good people: kind, caring, willing to share and genuine. And then specters themselves on this very sunny landscape: the dishonest, selfish, revengeful and disgraceful. Shrug them off, clear the mental picture and pronounce thank goodness for goodness around.

May all of us (decent people) have a very good year to follow today –Subha Aluth Avuruddhak!

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