In the year 1992, a subcommittee, perhaps, of the Bar Association of Sri Lanka (BASL), devoted to ‘human rights’ undertook to file a fundamental rights application on behalf of a group of activists, mostly undergraduates and young graduates as well as a couple of ‘old’ activists, 50 and 60 years of age.
There were 14 in total. They
had been arrested while having a political discussion in a temple.
Another individual who had once been a monk in the same temple was
arrested two days later on suspicion of involvement in the political
project of the group which the Attorney General of the time submitted to
the Panadura High Court amounted to a conspiracy to overthrow the
government through means other than those enshrined in the constitution
(or words to that effect).
They were initially detained (without
a detention order) at the Wadduwa Police Station. Four days later they
were separated into three groups and moved to other locations. They were
all harassed verbally and physically, both at the Wadduwa Police
Station and in the facilities they were moved to later.
Three
weeks after the arrests, they were enlarged on bail. The activists,
clearly lacking the financial resources necessary for litigation,
approached the BASL. They agreed to file FR applications (it was called
‘The Ratawesi Peramuna Case:’ SC Applications No 146/92 to 154/92 and
155/92). Later, the Attorney General would initiate legal action in the
Panadura High Court, alleging sedition. Both cases were heard. The FR
applications were upheld (on February 17, 1994) and the state ordered to
pay compensation. The High Court case was dismissed.
That
judgement has been cited in many FR applications since and has been
considered important enough to warrant multiple mention in Justice Dr A R
B Amarasinghe’s book on fundamental right sin Sri Lanka.
Students
of the law and those interested in litigation pertaining to human
rights violations might find it interesting reading, but this is about
processes and peculiarities in the justice system. It’s about
affidavits.
Senior lawyer Santha Jayatilleka was tasked to
prepare the affidavits of all the petitioners. That was how I learned
the word ‘affidavit’. And that’s how I learned the basics of
interviewing people. I was his de-facto research assistant and was asked
to talk to and take down the political and personal histories of all
the petitioners. In detail.
And so I did. I listened to them
relating the life stories of all my fellow-detainees and now
fellow-petitioners. I took notes. And I realised that all lives are not
just unique but epic in their own ways. Even the lives of the relatively
younger petitioners. Of course the stories of Sunny Dayananda (at the
time 50 years old) and M D Daniel (60) were the most colourful of the
lot. They had, simply, lived longer.
There were no mobile phones
back then and I didn’t have a recorder either. I just wrote down what
they said as faithfully as I could. I probably asked a few questions to
clarify things that seemed unclear or confusing, but by and large I took
their word. It didn’t occur to me that they may have privileged certain
things and downplayed or suppressed that which they may have believed
to be inconvenient, but looking back I still feel they were all quite
honest about what their lives had been.
The point? Nothing to
do with law. Nothing to do with politics. It’s about how we learn
certain skills not knowing whether or not they would become useful in a
different context.
Almost 10 years later, i.e. in 2001, I was
arm-twisted by the Editor of the Sunday Island, Manik De Silva, to
interview Lalith Kotelawala. Apparently the advertising people of Upali
Newspapers Ltd., wanted the English and Sinhala newspapers to carry a
feature on the man, considering the fact that the Ceylinco Group were
among the more prominent suppliers of advertising revenue to the
company.
‘Lalith Kotelawala bears his heart,’ is the title that
Manik gave to the piece I wrote. Then he said, ‘maybe you could
interview someone from that generation every week.’ And so I interviewed
(I forget the order) M S Themis, H I K Fernando, Pundit Amaradeva,
Nanda Malini, Victor Ratnayake, Fr Vito Perniola, Dr Wimala De Silva,
Swarna Mallawaarachchi, Dr Gunadasa Amarasekera, Dr P R Anthonis, A Y S
Gnanam, A N S Kulasinghe, Dr A T Ariyaratne, General Denis Perera and
probably a few others.
At the time I didn’t realise it but now I
do know that all that I did was to repeat that ‘affidavit-exercise.’
‘Tell me your story,’ was what I said essentially. They told their
stories. I wrote it all down and then crafted it into a more readable
feature for the 'Sunday Island.' Sanath Jayatilleka wrote the affidavits
based on what I had jotted down; Manik De Silva crafted my pieces to
make them more readable.
Thirty one years ago I was one of 15
people arrested, beaten up, abused and illegally detained. It was a
university of sorts, that experience. It was a school for journalism
too, come to think of it!
Other articles in this series:
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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