04 September 2020

On Rasika Jayakody’s roadmap for the Opposition


What do Oppositions do? They oppose. Why do they 'oppose' in the first place? Well, they are supposed to keep governments on their toes, help keep things in line, point out flaws etc. In a nutshell, offer constructive criticism and, in the event that parliamentary majority and executive authority is abused, mobilize the people to mitigate.

In an ideal world, that is.

What happens, typically, is that the Opposition or rather the major player(S) in the Opposition allow the intention to capture power governs word and deed. Mountains are made of molehills, sand is thrown in the wheels, typically. Such has been the bread and butter of oppositional politics. Such has evolved into being the crux of oppositional culture.

It could be different of course but this would call for a complete rethink on the part of the Opposition. The Leader of the Opposition and the party he/she represents are ideally positioned to engineer a change in the culture of engagement but we haven’t seen anything of the sort from parties and politicians who have been in the opposition. Not in a very long time.

This is why a proposal by Rasika Jayakody warrants comment. Now Rasika is not an MP. He is a young and fresh entrant into the rough and tumble of party politics. He is affiliated with the youth wing of the Samagi Jana Balavegaya (SJB). He is, then, on the fringe. Therefore it wouldn’t be surprising if the so-called ‘seasoned’ seniors of the party pay little or no attention to what he has to say. Of course this is not a situation that’s uncommon and neither is it the preserve of political parties.

Juniors are expected to say little and listen more. They have to wait their turn. They have to work their way up the ranks before they are taken notice of. They have to put in the yards, so to speak. I would strongly urge the big boys and girls not just in the SJB but in the rest of the Opposition and the Government (who knows when one finds him/herself in the Opposition?) To take note.

Rasika Jayakody believes there are some non-negotiable tasks that need to be accomplished for the general betterment of the country and in particular the transformation of overall political culture. He calls the effort or rather the drivers of the effort ‘Sammuthiya Janatha Vyaparaya’ (The Covenant People’s Movement?).

There are six broad areas that he has identified in a recent Facebook post. First, he believes (as many others do) that the massive expenses that have to be incurred in running any election campaign is the root of the seemingly limitless corruption that has pervaded politics. The Movement advocates full disclosure of money spent on election campaigns.


The second element is related. A declaration of assets prior to the launch of any election campaign should be mandatory, they believe. Makes sense. Such declarations should take the form of an open document accessible by anyone and everyone. A political culture which has space for anyone to question the particular politician on such declarations should be created, they add. An end-of-term  declaration of assets could also be made mandatory.


Thirdly, the Movement calls for an absolute stop to attaching anything that enhances a politician’s public profile to any development project publicly funded. This cannot be just a call from an enlightened party leader, President or Prime Minister. Such moves help, but insistence on the part of the public can cement the issue. Laws can also be passed.

The fourth article in this document refers to a change in the way politics is done. The Movement envisages a future where intervention originates in and is driven by social movements instead of a system where party machinery that essentially serves big money and the ‘need’ to profit. It would be a tall order to revolutionize a party machinery to mainstream such an idea. Rasika correctly calls on civil society activists and professionals to take the lead. One hopes he is not thinking of the NGO racketeers dressed up as activists but are really just members of fronts designed to back certain political parties or agendas that have little to do with the national interest or the betterment of the entire population.
 
The fifth is about honorable citizenship. It’s a take from Gotabaya Rajapaksa’s recent call for ‘inclusive nationalism.’ That’s not very ‘UNP’ or ‘I/NGO’ but it is certainly an idea that doesn’t jar with the kinds of positions that the SJB has taken. The priority, Rasika says, should be marginalized groups. A ‘class frame’ is often neglected in such analysis. Let’s hope it is not marginalized.  

The final one is about decent, civilized engagement with political opponents. Nice words. Hard to enforce. However, a people’s movement could help create such an environment.

Rasika is a ‘marginal’ as of now. The ‘Movement’ is certainly not ‘mainstream.’ The power he wields and the movement he speaks for is modest. For now. 

That’s how things begin. Great things too. A fillip could come in the form of mainstreaming these ideas by the Opposition. The SJB can do it. The Sri Lanka Podujana Peramuna could do it. In fact if the party in power takes the lead, it could add to the massive edge it already enjoys. Obviously the compulsion would be less from that quarter but that again is something that could be seen as a lack that is best rectified.

In the end, it’s the people who have to underwrite such moves. This, then, is a small contribution. All power to Rasika Jayakody and his friends.

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You have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable

Kisara Freeman, speaking her heart and mind. Pic by Hasadri Freeman

Some speeches have afterlives. They live, nourish and inspire people long after the speech-writer or speech-maker is gone. They are found in books with titles such as ‘The Greatest Speeches Ever Made.’ Typically such collections feature people who are already well known. The speeches of the unknown don’t even make it to the footnotes. Much like the stories of insult and humiliation suffered by people at the wrong end of skewed systems.

And that’s why a couple of speeches made by two 17 year olds are that much more precious.

Here’s the backstory in brief. People all over the USA took to the streets protesting racism and police brutality following the murder of George Floyd on May 25, 2020. Three months later they are still protesting, demanding systemic change.

Among the protestors in Philadelphia were some students attending Lower Merion High School. They were out there in the streets with banners and placards. They screamed their slogans. They were tear gassed. They didn’t let up. They went out, day after day.

At one point they decided that protest is a necessary ‘first step’ and as such must be followed by on-the-ground efforts to change. They didn’t wait for parents, school, city, state or Washington DC. So they organized a march (‘Public School Solidarity’) from Cynwyd Station Park to Tustin Playground. This was what it was about: ‘Lower Merion students stand with fellow students at Overbrook High School to address racial injustice in public school funding.’

The why of it was explained beautifully by 17 year old Kisara Freeman: ‘You can't own a cause from your armchair. You have to get out into the streets and become just another person adding your strength to fight. You have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.’

Kids from Lower Merion make it to the Ivy League universities. Those in Overbrook rarely do. ‘How did we become so wildly talented?’ Kisara asked and answered her own question.

‘We have round-the-lock access to school counselors, college counselors, mental health specialists, psychologists and social workers, and when the SAT gets canceled because of COVID, we hold our own. Lower Merion High School has clean air and ventilation, Overbrook High School has 62 reports of asbestos. Lower Merion offers electives ranging from ceramics all the way to oceanography, Overbrook offers 5 electives. We pride ourselves on our high athletic achievements. But it's easy to excel with our 4 fields, two basketball courts, an olympic size swimming pool and a regulation track. How can Overbrook even begin to compete? 


‘Our accomplishments which measure us as being "better than" others can only be proved if they are earned on a level playing field. And the field is tilted entirely in our favor. 




‘Today we students at Lower Merion demand that our parents, teachers, and administrators, PRACTICE the equality that they preach in our homes and in our classrooms.’

She got what others don’t get or are uncomfortable about getting.

‘Don't ignore the work and daily activism and courage of the youth in this country then tell us that the only thing that will change anything is the vote. We’ve technically had the vote for 55 YEARS and voted many different people into office but George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, John Crawford, John Africa, Michael Brown, Dante Parker, Tanisha Anderson and thousands of others are still dead. Their lives did not matter, because we did not do the work to dismantle a system that insists that black lives do not matter. A system that teaches us in a hundred different ways how very little black lives matter.’

Her friend and fellow protestor, Caitlin ‘Catie’ McGinty, was as eloquent and demonstrated exemplary understanding of ‘systems.’
Catie McGinty

‘Every level of our country, beginning with our educational system, is built to profit off and exploit us, particularly historically marginalized people.  The SAT [Scholastic Aptitude Test] is the most significant and perfect example because it is the capstone achievement of a deeply racist system that all of us have permitted to stand. Today marks the beginning of a long overdue commitment to no longer support this.’ 
 
And so she stated that the protest was actually the launch of a nationwide petition to abolish the SAT from every school ‘not because you want to be "progressive" not because you want to make "allowances for COVID issues and test cancellations," but because it is shameful to normalize standardized tests before we’ve normalized standard education to all students.’

And they were out there for reasons they’ve obviously put a lot of thought into:

‘WE are here today because we recognize that a select type of student is offered more from the get go. WE are here because we are committed to no longer blaming the student for their shortcomings. WE are here because we refuse to participate in  a system that favors us and neglects our friends across the street. WE are here because for too long we knowingly and unknowingly reinforced a socio-political system that divides urban and suburban schools. WE are here today because we are committing ourselves to putting an end to this once and for all.’

She spoke for all who were there, those people who had decided to be comfortable with discomfort, who realized that tokenism is a cop-out and that a sign, an instagram post, a like, a share, a tattoo etc., means nothing if they do not see what’s happening on the uncomfortable side of the street. And for those who were uncomfortable about being, well, uncomfortable.

Catie had a clear message to parents, teachers and administrators: ‘stand with us or move out of the way because this is just the beginning.’

These young people are on the move. Agitation has tempered them. Steeled them. Made them so much tender and for this reason alone so much more formidable than they were and others are.

The speeches are all recorded. The media, as Kisara’s older sister Hasadri observed in a sharp critique of a particular report, will either not get it or will twist it.

Some words are lost in translation. Some are made to be lost in translation. Some will light fires, move the immovable, squeeze out water from pebbles. When that happens it will not matter what the word was or who spoke it.

I listened to a recording of Kisara’s speech. I read the transcript of Catie’s speech. The world got just a little bit safer, I feel.
 

 Pics by Hasadri Freeman

Other articles in the series 'In Passing...':  [published in the 'Daily News']   
 
Eyes that watch the world and cannot be forgotten   Let's start with the credits, shall we? 
The 'We' that 'I' forgot 
'Duwapang Askey,' screamed a legend, almost 40 years ago
Dances with daughters
Reflections on shameless writing
Is the old house still standing?
 Magic doesn't make its way into the classifieds

Small is beautiful and is a consolation  
Distance is a product of the will
Akalanka Athukorala, at 13+ already a hurricane hunter
Did the mountain move, and if so why?
Ever been out of Colombo?
Anya Raux educated me about Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis (JIA)
Wicky's Story You can always go to GOAT Mountain
Let's learn the art of embracing damage
Kandy Lake is lined with poetry
There's never a 'right moment' for love
A love note to an unknown address in Los Ange
les
A dusk song for Rasika Jayakody
How about creating some history?
How far away are the faraway places?
There ARE good people!
Re-placing people in the story of schooldays  
When we stop, we can begin to learn
Routine and pattern can checkmate poetry

Janani Amanda Umandi threw a b'day party for her father 
Sriyani and her serendipity shop
Forget constellations and the names of oceans
Where's your 'One, Galle Face'?

Maps as wrapping paper, roads as ribbons
Yasaratne, the gentle giant of Divulgane  
Katharagama and Athara Maga
Victories are made by assists
Lost and found between weaver and weave
The Dhammapada and word-intricacies
S.A. Dissanayake taught children to walk in the clouds
White is a color we forget too often  
The most beautiful road is yet to meet a cartographer




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31 August 2020

A story of books, boots and men


This is the story of two boys, one a self-confessed bookworm and the other indubitably a sportsman, having won colors for basketball and rugby in his school and leading the rugby team to multiple trophies that year.

 

The bookworm, now a lawyer, decided upon entering Colombo University, to play ‘a game of men.’ An ardent rugby fan, it was natural for him to try out that sport.

 

At the time Colombo University played in the B Division and regularly got thrashed by what was referred to as cricketing scores. Our man’s schoolmates weren’t surprised since even their ‘pothe gura’ had made it into the team.

 

One day, the bookman went to see the sportsman, who he remembered as being warm and unpretentious. He would late recall their first encounter in the eighth grade as follows:

 

‘He was a Colombo man and I was a humble bugger from the outback of the country. His first words were ‘Hello Machan,’ and the one of cordiality usually reserved for long standing friends. It was apparent later that this was his true nature. Everyone around him was a friend. His warm hellos and friendly conversation even extended to his real opponents in the field of rugby.’

 

The skipper handed his friend a pair of old rugby boots along with a pair of stockings in their school colors, ‘as a gesture of initiation into the sport.’ It was, he recalled, a solid pair of used ADIDAS boots that he used carefully for a considerable period, thereby sparing his parents and himself additional financial burdens.

 

A couple of years later, the two friends would find themselves playing against each other. It was in 1987. A B Division encounter. Colombo University vs CR&FC Bees. It was a cricket score at the end, but one that’s at the beginning of an innings: 0-0.

  

‘After the match, I was sitting on the steps of the CR & FC pavilion and trying to remove my muddy boots. He came to me, shook my hand, sat beside me and said “Machan ubala ohoma gehuwanam college gahandath thibuna (if you had played like this, you could have represented the school as well)." I was stunned and almost moved to tears. Slowly I pointed to my pair of boots that once belonged to him. He patted my shoulders and went towards his teammates.’

 

No one knew this story until the bookworm, Parashakthi Senanayake, posted in on Facebook upon hearing of the untimely death of his friend, Sampath Agalawatta. Two years ago, almost to the day.

 

Almost everyone in that batch, now called ‘Royal College Class of 1983,’ has an ‘Agale Story.’ Not all of them are about rugby of course, but it’s the same man, consistent in his warmth, generosity, and humility. He was the sporting star of that batch of course but he was more than that. This is why the group is also known as ‘Agale’s Batch.’ He was known to those much older and even those who hadn’t entered school at the time he left knew him.

 

Such stories are hard to forget. Harder to remember would be what Agale with no intention whatsoever ingrained in those who associated him. He would recall that for him rugby was about fourteen players working hard and together to ensure that the fifteenth would score. That is how he saw life. That’s how he lived his life.

 

With grace. Utmost grace. In and out of a pair of boots. 



Other articles in the series 'In Passing...':  [published in the 'Daily News']   
 
Eyes that watch the world and cannot be forgotten   Let's start with the credits, shall we? 
The 'We' that 'I' forgot 
'Duwapang Askey,' screamed a legend, almost 40 years ago
Dances with daughters
Reflections on shameless writing
Is the old house still standing?
 Magic doesn't make its way into the classifieds

Small is beautiful and is a consolation  
Distance is a product of the will
Akalanka Athukorala, at 13+ already a hurricane hunter
Did the mountain move, and if so why?
Ever been out of Colombo?
Anya Raux educated me about Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis (JIA)
Wicky's Story You can always go to GOAT Mountain
Let's learn the art of embracing damage
Kandy Lake is lined with poetry
There's never a 'right moment' for love
A love note to an unknown address in Los Ange
les
A dusk song for Rasika Jayakody
How about creating some history?
How far away are the faraway places?
There ARE good people!
Re-placing people in the story of schooldays  
When we stop, we can begin to learn
Routine and pattern can checkmate poetry

Janani Amanda Umandi threw a b'day party for her father 
Sriyani and her serendipity shop
Forget constellations and the names of oceans
Where's your 'One, Galle Face'?

Maps as wrapping paper, roads as ribbons
Yasaratne, the gentle giant of Divulgane  
Katharagama and Athara Maga
Victories are made by assists
Lost and found between weaver and weave
The Dhammapada and word-intricacies
S.A. Dissanayake taught children to walk in the clouds
White is a color we forget too often  
The most beautiful road is yet to meet a cartographer


malindasenevi@gmail.com