GUTSY RALLYING CALL
The President made some very clear statements
yesterday about his desire to keep Sri Lanka above the fray and
non-aligned, but also free to conduct her own foreign policy
with the assurance ‘that the tiniest bird in its nest would take
for granted.’ It was a call that said ‘hands-off’, while also
reaffirming the strength of this nation as a resurgent land
undaunted by obstacles.
It was a stirring but yet practical oration, devoid of
histrionics, and that was the need of the hour.
The worst is behind us. It is morning in Sri Lanka now.
Perhaps, the most enduring message however, of this year’s
Independence Day celebration was that Fort Fredrick was the
venue. Trincomalee has for long been coveted as the location of
this region’s most strategic natural harbour. Perhaps,
Trincomalee was the reason that alien vested interests aided and
abetted the destabilization of this country when the Tamil
Tigers were on the rampage.
Those who want to second guess this assumption should
consider that recently, a US senate committee recommended that
the Americans should re-engage Sri Lanka, and desist for
harassing its leadership. The reason given by the gentlemen
imparting this sage wisdom was that Sri Lanka’s natural harbours
were too strategically and otherwise important to be ignored.
It appears therefore that the best efforts to wrest
Trincomalee harbour away from Sri Lanka’s control through the
agency of the Tamil Tigers were thwarted, thanks to the
relentless campaign led by the Sri Lankan Armed Forces under the
leadership of the President and the Defence Secretary. Nothing
more needs to be added about the symbolism of Trincomalee as the
venue for yesterday’s Independence Day celebrations.
But, it was by no means forgotten that this was primarily a
people’s event. The people defied the pettifogging boycott calls
by the punditry, and the churlish appeals for lamentation on a
day of celebration, and participated in the Independence Day
proceedings with a gusto that is a sign of things to come.
Trilingualism, Trincomalee and a Tamil revival is the best
way to describe the hope that ensued from yesterday, and the
alliteration is only incidental. There is a Tamil resurgence
that is exciting and real, in this country, but what’s more
important is that the Tamil people are voting with their feet
for this sense of inclusion they feel -- an unprecedented sense
of belonging as part of the larger Sri Lankan entity.
That’s why it was heartening to see children of all races
singing Namo Namo Matha, the one and only national anthem, one
might add. There is an emerging consensus that any calls for
singing the national anthem in two languages are unnecessary and
a waste of time. No more proof is needed when one is witness
courtesy the national television channel, to the rendition of
the anthem by several young singers from schools in the
Trincomalee area. The scene brought tears to many a dry eye, and
this was for all the right reasons.
Almost all of the discordant notes that are being sounded are
emanating from overseas. If it’s the Canadians that are carping,
it is because they are thinking of voters in Toronto and
Vancouver. But if it is some others that are making discordant
noises in Colombo, it is because they are dollar-fed, and have
to do their donor’s bidding.
The first sign that the post war efforts to subvert this
process of an inclusive pluralistic Sri Lanka are failing, is
the fact that those who went with their tails wagging and asked
for foreign intervention in effecting regime change, are not
doing so any more.
They have as one rather eccentric academic observed in an
op-ed column in one of yesterday’s dailies, come to the
realization that a campaign for democracy and human rights has
to begin at home.
Curious that these ‘dissenters’ have come to this position
years after those who support the current direction in which the
country is going, said so quite openly and out loud long ago.
Better late than never they say, even though it’s hard to think
that some of these dissenting dupes are capable of any straight
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