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 รจ 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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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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