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The Year of Darkness
BY SUMI MOONESINGHE
narrated to Savitri Rodrigo
July 1983 was one of the darkest months this country has ever experienced. It was then that I saw my countrymen turn on each other and where barbarism outweighed every Buddhist precept upon which the country had built its foundations. Black July is what it came to be known as – or Kalu Juliya –the anti-Tamil pogrom that was triggered by a deadly ambush in Jaffna by the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE), which resulted in the deaths of 13 army soldiers. Believed to have been orchestrated by some members of the UNP, by July 24, anti-Tamil rioting had spread across the city of Colombo and quickly to other parts of the country.
The day the riots began, Susil and I had been on holiday in Nuwara Eliya and were driving back. Going past the junction of Kanatte, the main cemetery in Colombo, we noticed a large crowd gathered but didn’t take too much notice of it. When we got home, we heard that the bodies of the 13 soldiers killed by the LTTE had been brought to Colombo for interment. The Government made a colossal mistake with that decision.
The LTTE had been founded way back in 1976 with the aim of securing an independent Tamil Eelam, or separate in north-eastern Sri Lanka as a response to what was was widely considered successive governments being discriminatory towards the minority Tamils. There had been anti-Tamil pogroms in 1956 and 1958, carried out by the majority Sinhalese, and oppressive action which caused the eventual genesis of the LTTE leading to yet another anti-Tamil pogrom in 1977. The subsequent burning of the Jaffna Public Library in 1981 added to the woes and was widely believed to be sanctioned by the incumbent government.
But it was with the deaths of these 13 soldiers and the anti-Tamil pogrom carried out by Sinhalese mobs in July 1983 that fuelled a full-scale escalation of violence that would ruin the country for nearly three decades.
When Susil heard about the mass funeral being held in Kanatte, he predicted problems for the country. There were rumbles of impending riots and on hearing these, we phoned some of our friends and told them to be vigilant as trouble may be brewing. In fact, I remember Susil asking them not to stay in their homes but to move to safe places.
We were too worried to go to sleep and for good reason. Because by 4 am, the whole of Colombo seemed to be burning. My bosses, Maha and Killi were Tamil, and I knew they were at risk. By 12 noon, the mobs had already attacked and burned most of the Maharaja properties starting with Berec, our battery factory, our Group Head Office, Maha’s home at Coniston Place and every factory the Maharajas owned.
Before the attackers had made it to Maha’s home however, we quickly transported Maha and Ruki as well as our friends Thanchi and Vasanta Coomaraswamy into our home.
Transporting Tamils to safe places also became hazardous. The mobs were uncontrollable and were fanned out across all the main roads. They had lists bearing the addresses of the Tamils and were strategically searching for those homes, to loot, bum and kill. I remember the beautiful house belonging to K. Gunaratnam down Bullers Road where mobs pulled down massive crystal chandeliers from their sockets, brought these onto the road and dashed them into smithereens. Vasanta’s mother’s house was also burned. I remember walking into the smouldering house looking for his niece who was pregnant.
She was nowhere to be found and I prayed nothing had happened to her. I was near to tears by this time because I was imagining the worst and was quite relieved to hear that she had jumped over the wall and managed to save herself. My astrologer Mr. Arulpragasam’s house was set on fire and Susil and I brought him to our home and kept him with us.
Until his immigration papers to Australia were approved, we rented out an annexe for him to stay. We also brought the Food Commissioner Mr Pullendian and his wife to stay with us. Their home in Wellawatte had also been razed to the ground.
Then there was Potato Shanmugam, named thus because he was the biggest potato importer in Pettah, in addition to being the biggest sugar buyer from Jones Overseas. Over the years, I had forged a strong bond of friendship with him and his Finance Director Mr. Sangarasivam. This bond was so strong that each morning, Mr. Sangarasivam would come to our home after going to the kovil and place a vibhuti on three-year-old Aushi’s forehead before he made his way to work in the Pettah. Such was their closeness to us.
When the riots began I remembered Potato Shanmugam having taken out a number of bank loans to finance a huge stock of sugar in his go-downs. Susil anticipated problems for the man, and pulled some strings to place a quick board at Shanmugam’s stores stating ‘Property of the Food Department’. This was to ensure the mobs won’t attack the property assuming it was government property.
In the week of the riots with anti-Tamil sentiments fully fueled into unimaginable proportions, Mr. Sangarasivam had bravely visited the banks to assure them that their collateral was safe_ He called me from there saying, “Madam, don’t worry. We are fine. The stock will not fall into the hands of the mobs nor will we get burnt because you put up that board. Nobody touched the place.”
I spoke to the Bank Manager as well, assuring them that the stock and as a result their money was safe.
That was the last time I spoke with Mr. Sangarasivam. He was driving back from the bank that morning when he was stopped by the mobs at the Pettah Clock Tower, pulled out of his car, shoved into the boot, the car doused with petrol and set on fire.
The insane killing of Mr. Sangarasivam was the turning point for me. I completely collapsed. This was the man who came to our house every morning and would bless my child before he left for work. How are human beings capable of such brutality? I was truly shattered.
When I heard of Mr. Sangarasivan’s death, I just bent over and cried. It seemed a never-ending nightmare and I was hoping against hope that I would wake up from this bad dream. I had come to that point when I wanted to pack up everything and leave. But how could 1, when our friends were feeling the deadly brunt of a racial riot that our country had never experienced before? I couldn’t possibly abandon them now!
Susil and I spent an inordinate amount of time on the road trying our best to get whomever we knew to safety. The country was seething and tempers were rife. I even took a policeman in the car with me to 4th Cross Street to bring the cash in the safe belonging to Potato Shanmugam. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes when I got to the Pettah. The whole area was burning.
The moment the news hit the international news wires, our foreign partners began calling me to find out how we were doing. I really didn’t know what to say. I was so ashamed of my countrymen, the majority Sinhalese who were now known all over the world as murderers. The images spread around the world showed the Sinhalese as brutal, cruel people carrying out barbaric actions that had never been seen in the civilised world in modern history.
By this time, our home was filled with Tamil friends taking refuge. There were so many cars parked outside that even the neighbours figured it was not a good sign and refused to let us park. Hema Premadasa, the wife of the Prime Minister Ranasinghe Premadasa, dropped in to see Maha; and I think word got around that we were sheltering Tamil people in our house, which also spelled danger for us.
My Tamil staff including my Finance Director had been taken to an Internally Displaced Camp came because they had lost everything they owned. I wanted to do whatever I could to make their pain go away. We visited the camps, took food and other necessities for them, but this -just didn’t seem sufficient for the pain and indignity they suffered.
The riots began. on a Monday early morning and went on unabated until Friday. As Susil and I watched helplessly, one aspect became very clear. Our good friend J R had all the power in the world to stop the riots and reinstate sanity in the country, but he never did. In that week, Susil and I made multiple trips see J R, pleading with him to stop the massacre that was now totally out of hand.
I still remember Satyendra, Maha’s brother-in-law, calling J R during one of those visits, asking him to do something. Not once did J R come out publicly and ask the mobs to stop the attacks or express sympathy for those killed and displaced.
The riots however did simmer to an uneasy halt on the Friday of that week which was named ‘Kotiya Day’ – the day of the Tigers. And it was not the Government’s apathy that did it. The rumour mills had begun churning out unsubstantiated statements which fortunately, for once, worked as an advantage. The rumour that the Tigers were in Colombo and murdering people indiscriminately began spreading like wildfire and the rioting petered out.
But in those five days of the Government’s procrastination and indecisiveness, over 4,000 Tamils and some Muslims who were mistaken for Tamils had been killed, with even those injured and those in hospitals killed. Over 300,000 were displaced, homes, vehicles and over 2,500 businesses destroyed. Such was the blanket of hate that had descended on this country.
An uneasy calm descended over the city and gradually, those who yet had places to go to, moved out of our home. Maha moved to Guildford Crescent as did the other families at home. But we were still on tenterhooks. We were so attuned to unusual noises due to the fear that had enveloped us that one night when Susil heard what he thought was a strange noise, he said, “We can’t bring up our family this way. The children are living in fear and are traumatized. We have to leave.”
Susil called the Manager of Swiss Air whom we had met in Singapore and taken out to dinner on one of our trips, and requested four tickets to London. Apologizing profusely, the manager said there were only three seats left on the next flight and if we could keep Aushi on our laps, which was against IATA rules but since these were unusual circumstances, we could go. We left for London that night.
Even though I agreed to leave Sri Lanka on Susil’s incisive reasoning, I regret leaving Sri Lanka that day. It was the worst decision I made. I had so much confidence in Susil and would never question anything he did or said. But I left Killi and Maha, when they needed me the most. I was a Director of Jones Overseas, one of the biggest companies in The Maharaja Group, and it was my responsibility to stay and weather the storm with them. The factories had been burned to the ground and our people were in camps. While I mulled over this conundrum in my head and had many a misgiving, I knew in my heart that neither Killi nor Maha ever held my decision to leave against me.
We returned to Colombo after a month. There still remained that uneasy calm but on the surface, it seemed like it was ‘back to business’ in Colombo.’ While we adults have the ability to delete unsavoury details from our minds and carry on, the horrific scenes we had left behind had been ingrained in little Aushi’s mind. On the way back from the airport, Aushi, in all her innocence asked me, “Are those things still burning?” That was her last memory of Sri Lanka because when we left that fateful night, all she saw was fire everywhere. Anarkali however, was old enough to understand and didn’t quite express herself with that kind of innocence.
(Excerpted from Sumi Moonesinghe’s recently published Memoirs)
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The university bought AI, now it’s buying back the pencil
SERIES: THE GREAT DIGITAL RETHINK — PART IV OF V
Higher education spent 30 years going paperless. It digitised the lecture, the library, the exam hall and the staffroom. Then a student typed ‘write me an essay on Keynesian economics’ into a chatbot and handed it in. Now universities are doing something they have not done since the typewriter arrived: they are bringing back the pen.
The Most Digitised Place on Earth
If you wanted to find the institution most thoroughly transformed by digital technology, over the past three decades, the university is a strong candidate. The library card catalogue, once a tactile index of civilisation, is a database accessible from a phone in bed. Essays are submitted through portals, graded on screen, returned with tracked-change comments. Research is conducted on platforms, published in digital journals, cited by algorithms. Administrative life, timetabling, enrolment, fees, complaints, is almost entirely online. The university is, in the most literal sense, a paperless institution.
But the pen is coming back. And the reason is artificial intelligence, the very technology that was supposed to represent the final and irresistible triumph of digital over analogue in higher education.
Digital technology entered universities promising to make assessment smarter, faster and more flexible. It has instead produced a crisis of academic integrity so acute that the most sophisticated educational institutions in the world are responding by retreating to the oldest assessment technology available: a human being, a piece of paper, a pen, and a room with a clock on the wall.
Seven Thousand Caught. How Many Not?
In 2025, investigative reporting revealed that UK universities recorded nearly 7,000 confirmed cases of AI-assisted cheating in the 2023-24 academic year alone, roughly five cases per 1,000 students, five times the rate of the previous year. Experts quoted in the reporting were consistent in their view that confirmed cases represent a fraction of actual AI-assisted submissions. Nobody knows what the real number is. That, in itself, is the problem.
A student who prompts a language model to draft an essay on Keynesian economics, then edits the output to match their own voice and argumentation style, may produce something that no detection tool can reliably identify as machine-generated. The model writes fluently, cites credibly and argues coherently. The student submits with a clear conscience, having persuaded themselves that they were ‘using a tool’, in the same way they might use a calculator or a spell-checker.
Universities have responded with a spectrum of policies ranging from total prohibition of AI to the handwritten exam re-enters the story.
5,000 cases of AI cheating confirmed in a single year in UK universities. Experts say that’s the tip of the iceberg. The pen is suddenly looking very attractive again.
The Comeback of the Exam Hall
The move back is being driven not by a sudden rediscovery of pedagogical virtue but by the uncomfortable realisation that the alternatives, take-home essays, online submissions, project-based work submitted asynchronously, are now so vulnerable to AI assistance that they cannot reliably measure what the degree certificate claims to certify.
There is an additional irony, familiar to readers of this series, in the fact that AI-based exam has itself been in retreat since 2024, after mounting evidence of privacy violations, algorithmic bias and the fundamental absurdity of software that flags a student as a potential cheat for looking away from the screen to think. The technology brought in to protect digital assessment from human dishonesty has been replaced, in an increasing number of institutions, by a human invigilator. The wheel has turned.
The Open Laptop and Wandering Mind
The evidence is clear that open laptops in lectures serve, for a significant proportion of students, as gateways to everything except the lecture. Social media, news sites, messaging apps and casual browsing are the default destinations. The problem is not merely the student who disappears into their own digital world, research has documented a ‘second-hand distraction’ effect in which one student’s off-task screen use degrades the concentration of those seated nearby, whose peripheral vision catches the movement and brightness of the screen. A single open laptop in a lecture theatre affects not one student but several. The lecturer at the front of the room is competing, without knowing it, with whatever is trending on social media three rows back.
The note-taking research is more nuanced, as this series has noted previously. The finding that handwritten notes produce better conceptual understanding than typed notes is real but context-dependent, and the effect is attenuated when laptop users are trained to take generative rather than transcriptive notes. The practical takeaway for university teaching is not ‘ban laptops universally’ but something more specific: that the design of teaching environments, the explicit instruction given about how to take notes.
One student’s open laptop in a lecture degrades the concentration of every student seated nearby. The screen in your peripheral vision is not your problem. It’s everyone’s.
Critical Hybridity: What Comes After the Backlash
Universities are too large, too diverse and too committed to digital infrastructure to undergo the kind of clean reversal visible in Nordic primary schools. They are not going to remove learning management systems, abandon online submission portals or stop using video conferencing for international collaboration. The digital transformation of higher education is, in most respects, real, useful and irreversible. The question is not whether to be digital, but which parts of university life benefit from being analogue.
What is emerging, hesitantly and imperfectly, might be called critical hybridity: the deliberate combination of digital and analogue practices based on what each is genuinely good for, rather than on what is cheapest, most fashionable or most convenient for administrators. Digital tools are excellent for access to information, for collaboration across distance, for rapid feedback on low-stakes work, for accessibility accommodations. Analogue settings, the supervised exam, the handwritten essay, the seminar discussion, the laboratory session, are excellent for demonstrating individual capability under conditions that cannot be delegated, automated or faked.
And What About the Rest of the World?
The universities of Finland, Sweden, Australia, the UK and their peers in the wealthy world have the institutional capacity, the data, the legal frameworks, the staff development resources, the research culture, to navigate this transition with some sophistication.
Universities in lower-income systems face a different set of pressures. Many are still in the phase of building digital capacity, installing platforms, training staff to use them, extending online learning to students in geographically dispersed or underserved communities. For them, the digital transformation of higher education is still a project in progress, still a marker of institutional modernity, still a goal rather than a problem. The AI cheating crisis, visible and acute in well-resourced universities, is less immediately pressing in systems where AI tool access is still uneven and where examination culture has remained more traditional.
But the AI tools are coming, and they are coming fast, and they are not arriving with an instruction manual explaining how to use them honestly. The universities that are grappling with this are acquiring knowledge that should, in principle, be shared. Whether it will be is the question this series will address in its final instalment: who learns from whom in global education, and who is always left holding the bill for everyone else’s experiments.
SERIES ROADMAP Part I: From Ed-Tech Enthusiasm to De-Digitalisation | Part II: Phones, Pens & Early Literacy | Part III: Attention, Algorithms & Adolescents | Part IV: Universities, AI & the Handwritten Exam (this article) | Part V: A Critical Theory of Educational De-Digitalisation
(The writer, a senior Chartered Accountant and professional banker, is Professor at SLIIT, Malabe. The views and opinions expressed in this article are personal.)
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Lest we forget – 2
In 1944 Juan José Arévalo was democratically elected President of Guatemala. At the time a Boston-based banana company in Guatemala, called the United Fruit Company (UFC), had established and was running the country’s harbour, railways and electricity, to facilitate UFC’s fruit export business. It was a ‘state within a state’. The UFC received many concessions, yet corruption was rampant and local workers got a mere pittance as wages ($90 per year). Some 70% of the citizens, mostly of Mayan Indian origin, worked for 3% of the landowners who owned in excess of 550,000 acres. In fact, more than half of government employees were in the payroll of UFC. Needless to say, life under those tyrannical conditions was tough for ordinary Guatemalans who were illiterate and owed their souls to the UFC.
Those were the days of the ‘Cold War’, when a Communist was supposedly seen behind every bush – or a ‘Red under the bed’ – by US Senator Joseph McCarthy and all anti-Communists. A few years later, teachers in Guatemala, and other workers in general, demanded higher wages and were involved in strikes.
In 1951 there was another democratic election, and Jacobo Árbenz was appointed President with a promise to make the lives of Guatemala’s three million citizens better. He implemented a land reform act (No. 900) which forced UFC to sell back undeveloped land to the government, who in turn distributed it to the poor folk for farming sugar, coffee and bananas. It had been UFC’s practice not to develop all the land they owned, keeping some of it on ‘standby’ in case of hurricanes or plant disease. In fact, UFC had utilised only 15% of the land they owned. The new Guatemalan President himself contributed a sizable amount of his own land to the new scheme, while compensation paid to UFC, based on declared land value in the company’s own tax declarations, amounted to US$1.2 million.
However, it was USA’s Secretary of State, John Foster Dulles (after whom Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC is named), not UFC, who sent a letter to the Guatemalan government demanding the enormous sum of US$16 million in reparations. John Dulles and his brother, Allen W. Dulles, then head of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), had worked together as partners of the law firm Sullivan & Cromwell – which, not coincidentally, represented UFC. Allen Dulles was also a shareholder and board member of UFC.

Jacobo Árbenz
The Dulles brothers were staunch Calvinists by religious denomination, and to them everything had to be ‘black or white’. At a secret meeting with the UFC board the two brothers were sold a lie saying that President Árbenz was a Communist, which was in turn conveyed to US President Dwight Eisenhower, who allocated money for covert operations to be conducted in Guatemala. Correspondents of The New York Times and Time magazine, sent to Guatemala and paid for by the UFC, began fabricating stories, known today as ‘fake news’, which were duly published by those respected and widely read publications.
One day in Washington, DC, Allen Dulles met Kermit Roosevelt – son of the late US President Theodore Roosevelt – who was in the process of engineering an Iranian regime change, and Dulles offered Roosevelt the opportunity to do something similar in Guatemala. But Roosevelt refused, claiming that there were too many loose ends to contend with. Subsequently, John E. Peurifoy was appointed as US Ambassador to Guatemala to direct operations from within.
The first attempt to undermine the Guatemalan government, code-named ‘Operation PBFORTUNE’, failed due to information leaks. A second attempt, dubbed ‘PBSUCCESS’, was launched later. Using a CIA-established radio station in Miami, Florida, called ‘The Voice of Liberation’ and pretending to be a rebel radio station inside Guatemala, the incumbent President Árbenz was accused of being a Communist. But in reality he was not a Communist, and did not have a single member of the Communist Party in his government. All he had done was to legalise the Communist Party in Guatemala, saying that they were all citizens of the country and democracy demanded it. Yet disinformation was spread liberally by the CIA, by means of fake radio broadcasts and aerial leaflet drops from unmarked American airplanes flown by foreign pilots. The same aircraft were then used to bomb Guatemala.
These American antics were observed by a young Argentinian doctor who happened to be in Guatemala at the time. His name was Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, who despite his anti-imperialist revolutionary fervour, chose not to become involved. Later, however, ‘Che’ went to Mexico where he joined the Cuban Castro brothers, Fidel and Raul, in their ultimately successful revolution which culminated in the dethroning of Cuba’s pro-US President Fulgencio Batista, and establishment of a Communist government in the Caribbean’s largest island.
Meanwhile in Guatemala, demoralised by the flood of fake news, in 1954 President Jacobo Árbenz stepped down from office and sought refuge in the Mexican Embassy. He was replaced as President by a US-backed, exiled military man, Carlos Castillo Armas, who was described as “bold but incompetent”.
Carlos Castillo Armas

Carlos Castillo Armas
Guatemalan citizens loyal to the old regime were eliminated according to hit lists prepared by the CIA. Unmarked vans kidnapped people who were tortured and burnt to death. Ultimately, land was given back to the UFC.
It was a rule by terror that lasted for nearly 40 years, during which an estimated 200,000 people died. According to The Guardian, thousands of now declassified documents tell how the US initiated and sustained a murderous war conducted by Guatemalan security forces against civilians suspected of aiding left wing guerrilla movements, with the USA responsible for most of the human rights abuses.
This, I believe, became a template for destabilising and inducing regime change by the USA in other countries.
In the words of former US President Bill Clinton in 1999: “It is important that I state clearly that support for military forces or intelligence units which engaged in violent and widespread repression of the kind described in reports was wrong, and the United States must not repeat that mistake. We must and we will instead continue to support the peace and reconciliation process in Guatemala.”
God Bless America and no one else!
BY GUWAN SEEYA
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The Easter investigation must not become ethno-religious politics
Representatives of almost all the main opposition parties were in attendance at the recent book launch by Pivithuru Hela Urumaya leader Udaya Gammanpila. The book written by the PHU leader was his analysis of the Easter bombing of April 2019 that led to the mass killing of 279 persons, caused injuries to more than 500 others and caused panic and shock in the entire country. The Easter bombing was inexplicable for a number of reasons. First, it was perpetrated by suicide bombers who were Sri Lankan Muslims, a community not known for this practice. They targeted Christian churches in particular, which led to the largest number of casualties. The bombing of Sri Lankan Christian churches by Sri Lankan Muslims was also inexplicable in a country that had no history of any serious violence between the two religions.
There were two further inexplicable features of the bombing. The six suicide bombings took place almost simultaneously in different parts of the country. The logistical complexity of this operation exceeded any previously seen in Sri Lanka. Even during the three decade long civil war that pitted the Sri Lankan military against the LTTE, which had earned international notoriety for suicide attacks, Sri Lanka had rarely witnessed such a synchronised operation. The country’s former Attorney General, Dappula de Livera, who investigated the bombing at the time it took place, later stated, upon retirement, that there was a “grand conspiracy” behind the bombings. That phrase has remained central to public debate because it suggested that the visible perpetrators may not have been the only planners behind the attack.
The other inexplicable factor was that intelligence services based in India repeatedly warned their Sri Lankan counterparts that the bombings would take place and even gave specific targets. Later investigations confirmed that warnings were transmitted days before the attacks and repeated again shortly before the explosions, yet they were not acted upon. It was these several inexplicable factors that gave rise to the surmise of a mastermind behind the students and religious fanatics led by the extremist preacher Zahran Hashim from the east of the country, who also blew himself up in the attacks. Even at the time of the bombing there was doubt that such a complex and synchronised operation could have been planned and executed by the motley band who comprised the suicide bombers.
Determined Attempt
The book by PHU leader Gammanpila is a determined attempt to make explicable the inexplicable by marshalling logic and evidence that this complex and synchronised operation was planned and executed by Zahran himself. This is a possible line of argumentation in a democratic society. Competing interpretations of public tragedies are part of political discourse. However, the timing of the intervention makes it politically more significant. The launch of the PHU leader’s book comes at a critical time when the protracted investigation into the Easter bombing appears to be moving forward under the present government.
The performance of the three previous governments at investigating the bombing was desultory at best. The Supreme Court held former President Maithripala Sirisena and several senior officials responsible for failing to act on prior intelligence and ordered compensation to victims. This judicial finding gave legal recognition to what victims had long maintained, that there was a grave dereliction of duty at the highest levels of the state. In recent weeks the investigation has taken a dramatic turn with the arrest and court production of former State Intelligence Service chief Suresh Sallay on allegations linked directly to the attacks. Whether these allegations are ultimately proven or disproven, they indicate that the present phase of the investigation is moving beyond negligence into possible complicity.
This is why the present moment requires political sobriety. There is a danger that the line of political division regarding the investigation into the Easter bombing can take on an ethnic complexion. The insistence that the suicide bombers alone were the planners and executors of the dastardly crime makes the focus invariably one of Muslim extremism, as the suicide bombers were all Muslims. This may unintentionally narrow public attention away from the unanswered questions regarding intelligence failures, possible political manipulation, and the allegations of a broader conspiracy that remain under active investigation. The minority political parties representing ethnic and religious minorities appear to have realised this danger. Their absence from the book launch was politically significant. It suggests an unwillingness to be drawn into a narrative that could once again stigmatise an entire community for the crimes of a handful of extremists and their possible handlers.
Another Tragedy
It would be another tragedy comparable in political consequence to the havoc wreaked by the Easter bombing if moderate mainstream political parties, such as the SJB to which the Leader of the Opposition belongs, were to subscribe to positions merely to score political points against the present government. They need to guard against the promotion of anti-minority sentiment and the fuelling of majority prejudice against ethnic and religious minorities. Indeed, opposition leader Sajith Premadasa in his Easter message said that justice for the victims of the 2019 Sri Lanka Easter Sunday attacks remains a fundamental responsibility of the state and noted that seven years on, both past and present governments have failed to deliver accountability. He added that building a society grounded in trust and peace, uniting all ethnicities, religions and communities, is vital to ensure such tragedies do not occur again.
Sri Lanka’s post war history offers too many examples of how unresolved security crises become vehicles for majoritarian mobilisation. The Easter tragedy itself was followed by waves of anti-Muslim suspicion and violence in some parts of the country. Responsible political leadership should seek to prevent any return to that atmosphere. There are many other legitimate issues on which the moderate and mainstream opposition parties can take the government to task. These include the lack of decisive action against government members accused of corruption, the passing of the entire burden of rising fuel prices on consumers instead of the government sharing the burden, and the failure to hold provincial council elections within the promised timeframe. These are issues that touch the daily lives of citizens and the health of democratic governance. They offer the opposition ample ground on which to build credibility as a government in waiting.
The search for truth and justice over the Easter bombing needs to continue until all those responsible are identified, whether they were direct perpetrators, negligent officials, or political actors who may have exploited the tragedy. This is what the victim families want and the country needs. But this search must not be turned into a partisan and religiously divisive matter such as by claiming that there are more potential suicide bombers lurking in the country who had been followers of Zaharan. If it is, Sri Lanka risks replacing one national tragedy with another. coming together to discredit the ongoing investigations into the Easter bombing of 2019 is an unacceptable use of ethno-religious nationalism to politically challenge the government. The opposition needs to find legitimate issues on which to challenge the government if they are to gain the respect and support of the general public and not their opprobrium.
by Jehan Perera
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