
White phosphorus raining on Gaza 
['The
 Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News
 from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is the 246th article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below] 
There’s no one way to talk of horror, even a singular horror. Even 
in the midst of tragedy, there’s heroism, humanity and reasons for hope.
 Different eyes see things differently, but when a tragedy is of 
monumental proportion, the horror stands out and cries out for 
acknowledgment, whichever angle you may be looking from.  
I am thinking of Schindler’s List,
 the 1993 historical drama directed and produced by Steven Spielberg and
 written by Steven Zaillian based on Thomas Keneally’s 1982 novel by 
that name. I am also thinking of Life is Beautiful (La vita è bella) directed and co-written with Vincenzo Cerami by Roberto Benigni who played the lead role of Guido Orefice. 
The
 former is a story of how a single man helped more than a thousand 
people escape the horror of the Jewish Holocaust during which six 
million European Jews were murdered by Nazi Germany in the Second World 
War.  The latter is about a resourceful and determined Jewish barber who
 wanted his son to escape the very same horrors that he himself would 
have to suffer, shielding him at every turn by convincing the little boy
 that it was just a game they were all playing. 
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| Three million Jews killed by Nazi Germany, World War II | 
The audience, however, is not spared of the horror and rightly so. Perhaps this is why hundreds of films have been made about it, at least according to Rich Brownstein who lectures on the genre. He’s seen at least 440.
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| Second World War: 27 million citizens of the Soviet Union were killed | 
Things need to be said. Otherwise they are forgotten and that does a grave injustice to the victims and also emboldens would-be perpetrators of genocide. It is pertinent to recall something that Adolf Hitler is reported to have said at the conclusion of his Obersalzberg speech on August 22, 1939, just before Poland was invaded, ‘'Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians (Wer redet heute noch von der Vernichtung der Armenier?)?' Scholars still debate whether Hitler actually said it, but then again there’s no denying the truth in the assertion. Who recalls that between a million and 1.5 million ethnic Armenians were systematically murdered in the Ottoman Empire during the First World War, really?
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| Congo: 5-10 million died during the rule of Leopold II of Belgium (1885-1908) | 
Consider that in the very same period around 27 million citizens of the Soviet Union were killed, 8.7 military personnel and 19 million civilians. Consider that in a period of approximately just four months, between 500,000 and 2-3 million were killed by the Indonesian Army under Suharto, supported by the USA and the UK, in efforts to wipe out members of the Communist Party (PKI). Consider that 5-10 million people in the Congo from 1885-1908 died as a direct result of colonial exploitation when that country was ruled by Leopold II of Belgium as his personal domain.
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| Indonesia: 500,000 to 3 million 'Communists' killed, 1965-66 | 
Consider that British colonial policies in India alone claimed more lives than all famines in the Soviet Union, Maoist China and North Korea combined — the estimates range from 100-165 million, between 1880 and 1920 alone. Consider that according to David Micheal Smith, the 'Indigenous Holocaust' in the United States took around 13 million lives between 1492 and 1900.
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| Indigenous Holocaust in the USA took 13 million lives | 
Each and every death is a tragedy. Genocide makes things more visible. And yet, who after all speaks of the massacre of indigenous peoples in the Americas, the slaughter of Communists in Indonesia, the Congolese Holocaust, the annihilation of Armenians, the victims of the genocidal drives of Britain and other colonial powers or the citizens of the Soviet Union who paid with their lives to stop Hitler? There are no 'hundreds of films' about any of these massacres.
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| India: 165 million killed during British Colonial Rule | 
And yet, you can’t blame Jews or their sympathisers or those who are so horrified about what Nazi Germany did for wanting to exorcise some of it through art, especially films and nor can you shelve the following questions:
That, friends, would be a human shield. No, an inhuman shield, because it is the victims of genocide who are being used as a shield from behind which genocide can be and is being unleashed. I can think of nothing more pernicious when it comes to desecrating the memory of every single victim of mass killings, in particular the Jewish Holocaust (given that I am writing this on October 17, 2023).
Who bombed Frankfurter Buchmesse
Love's austere and lonely offices 
The mysteriously enjoined in the middle of nowhere 
Reflections on the unimaginable  
Jackson Anthony is a book and will be read  
A village called Narberth Bookshop 
'Irvin' and other one-word poems 
Earth pieces Kerala and Sri Lanka 
In the land of insomnial poets 
When you don't need an invitation, it's home 
When the Canadian House of Commons applauded a Nazi... 
The importance of not skipping steps 
No free passes to the Land of Integrity 
Hector Kobbekaduwa is not a building, statue, street or stamp 
Rajagala and the Parable of the Panner 
Let's show love to Starbucks employees! 
Octavio Paz and Arthur C Clarke in the stratosphere  
9/11 and the calm metal instrument of Salvador Allende's voice  
Whitman, Neruda and things that wait in all things 
Thilina Kaluthotage's eyes keep watch 
Profit: the peragamankaru of major wars 
In loving memory of Carrie Lee (1956-2020) 
Mobsters on and off the screen 
We're here because we're here because we're here 
Sha'Carri Richardson versus and with Sha'Carri Richardson   
A stroll with Pragg and Arjun along a boulevard in Baku 
Daya Sahabandu ran out of partners but must have smiled to the end 
 Sapan and voices that erase borders
Problem elephants and problem humans 
The 'inhuman' elephant in a human zoo 
Ivan Art: Ivanthi Fernando's efforts to align meaning 
Let's help Jagana Krishnakumar rebuild our ancestral home 
Do you have a friend in Pennsylvania (or anywhere?) 
A gateway to illumination in West Virginia 
Through strange fissures into magical orchards 
There's sea glass love few will see  
Re-residencing Lakdasa Wikkramasinha 
Poisoning poets and shredding books of verse 
The responsible will not be broken 
Ownership and tenuriality of the Wissahickon 
Did you notice the 'tiny, tiny wayside flowers'? 
Gifts, gifting and their rubbishing
Journalism inadvertently learned 
Reflections on the young poetic heart 
Wordaholic, trynasty and other portmanteaus
The 'Loku Aiya' of all 'Paththara Mallis' 
Subverting the indecency of the mind 
Character theft and the perennial question 'who am I?' 
Saji Coomaraswamy and rewards that matter 
Seeing, unseeing and seeing again 
Alex Carey and the (small) matter of legacy 
The insomnial dreams of Kapila Kumara Kalinga 
The clothes we wear and the clothes that wear us (down) 
Every mountain, every rock, is sacred 
Manufacturing passivity and obedience 
Sanjeew Lonliyes: rawness unplugged, unlimited 
In praise of courage, determination and insanity 
The relative values of life and death 
Poetry and poets will not be buried 
Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990) 
Sorrowing and delighting the world 
Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi 
Letters that cut and heal the heart 
A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya 
The soft rain of neighbourliness  
Reflections on waves and markings 
Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra 
The right time, the right person 
The silent equivalent of a thousand words 
Crazy cousins are besties for life 
The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis 
Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins 
Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness 
Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable  
Deveni: a priceless one-word koan 
Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation 
'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone 
On sweeping close to one's feet 
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
To be an island like the Roberts... 
Debts that can never be repaid in full
An island which no flood can overwhelm 
A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing 
Heart dances that cannot be choreographed 
Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember 
Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal 
It is good to be conscious of nudities  
Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday
There's a one in a million and a one in ten 
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California 
Hemantha Gunawardena's signature 
Architectures of the demolished 
The exotic lunacy of parting gifts 
Who the heck do you think I am? 
Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha' 
So how are things in Sri Lanka? 
The sweetest three-letter poem 
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership 
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked 
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna 
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other 
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles 
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth 
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara 
Some play music, others listen 
Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn 
I am at Jaga Food, where are you? 
On separating the missing from the disappeared 
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have) 
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller 
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya' 
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist 
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses 
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced 
Some stories are written on the covers themselves 
A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature 
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time  
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie 
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists? 
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords 
A song of terraced paddy fields 
Of ants, bridges and possibilities 
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva  
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse 
Who did not listen, who's not listening still? 
If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain 
The world is made for re-colouring 
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5 
Visual cartographers and cartography 
Ithaca from a long ago and right now 
Lessons written in invisible ink 
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness' 
The interchangeability of light and darkness 
Sisterhood: moments, just moments 
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging 
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha 
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows 
Fragrances that will not be bottled  
Colours and textures of living heritage 
Countries of the past, present and future 
Books launched and not-yet-launched 
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains 
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace 
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville 
Live and tell the tale as you will 
Between struggle and cooperation 
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions 
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers 
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills 
Serendipitous amber rules the world 






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