04 October 2023

When the Canadian House of Commons applauded a Nazi...


['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 229th article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below] 

Manik De Silva, the Editor of the Sunday edition of ‘The Island,’ would occasionally chide me. He was always kind and most times he accepted part of the blame. He called me into his office one day and told me that Prof G L Peiris had called to point out an error in an article I had written the previous week.

This happened in either 2002 or 2003. At the time, Prof Peiris had fallen out with the then President, Chandrika Kumaratunga and joined the United National Party. A coalition led by that party won the parliamentary election in 2001.  He was the Minister of Constitutional Affairs in the cabinet led by the then Prime Minister, Ranil Wickresinghe.  

I remember writing extensively about the 17th Amendment to the Constitution during this period. It was passed in 2001, during the brief parivasa (probationary) arrangement between President Kumaratunga and the Janatha Vimukthi Peramuna not long after the People’s Alliance led by her party, the Sri Lanka Freedom Party had lost its parliamentary majority following the defection of several MPs, including Peiris.  

There were two issues that I wrote about. First, the non-implementation of the 17th amendment. There were provisions for setting up independent commissions, but the appointments were simply not made. Secondly, I wrote about the flaws of the 17th Amendment. While applauding the 17th as a necessary and progressive intervention, my contention was that it could be improved. My arguments were in part informed by a perusal of similar legislation in other countries and the provisions therein.  

In the article in question, I had taken issue with Prof Peiris, ‘as the architect of the 17th Amendment’ for not noting the errors and correcting them.  

‘G L didn’t draft the 17th Amendment Malinda; the JVP did,’ Manik pointed out.  He added, ‘I should have noticed this.’  He was correct. I therefore began the weekly comment for the following Sunday with an unreserved apology to G L Peiris, begging forgiveness for any pain of mind my error may have caused. 

I was younger then and perhaps too harsh on occasion, so I added something to the following effect: ‘However, Prof Peiris voted for the 17th Amendment and therefore he is as culpable as those who drafted it.’  The amendment was unanimously passed in Parliament, note.

My thoughts went back to that exchange when I read about the Speaker of Canada's House of Commons, Anthony Rota tendering his resignation. Roth expressed regret for inviting to Parliament Yaroslav Hunka, a 98 year old Ukrainian man who fought for a Nazi unit and for praising him. He stated that he had not known about Hunka’s Nazi ties.

Canada’s Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, said on Monday (September 25) that it was ‘extremely upsetting that this happened.’ It is reported that members of Trudeau;s cabinet had joined cross-party calls for Rota’s resignation. Foreign Affairs Minister, Melanie Joly, stating that the mistake was completely unacceptable, insisted that the Speaker should listen to members of the house and step down.’

Well, he has.  

Roth’s comments in welcoming Hunka are interesting. Referring to his current status as a Canadian citizen, he said that Hunka was both a Canadian and Ukrainian hero. He stated the heroics as follows: ‘[he] fought for Ukrainian independence against the Russians and continues to support the troops today.’

Well, Roth clearly has a skewed understanding of World War II history and the respective roles of the Nazis and the Soviets. Be that as it may, he has acknowledged the error, apologised and stepped down.  

What of those who gave both Roth and Hunka a standing ovation, though? I don’t know if Prime Minister Trudeau was present at the time and if so whether or not he stoop and applauded with the rest of the house. The footage clearly shows that no one remained seated while Hunka was being cheered.  

Roth has paid for his ignorance. Others, at worst as ignorant as Roth, have got a free pass. How so? And why? Don’t any of them have a conscience? Has any of them reflected on the endorsement made by way of applause?  

Maybe they went along because they trusted Rota, but since then no one has said ‘sorry, I didn’t know.’ No one has said ‘I regret that I stood up and applauded.’  

Yaroslav Hunka may have lived an exemplary life after moving to Canada, I don’t know. That is not what was being celebrated here, though. Roth erred, regretted and resigned. Others have not.  

There’s something terribly wrong here, I feel. G L Peiris, to his credit, did not try to absolve himself from the negligence he showed when the 17th Amendment was tabled, debated and voted on. He’s played a part in subsequent amendments that scuttled the independent commissions, restored them, made them irrelevant and brought them back. Fundamental flaws remain though.  

I just wonder where Prime Minister Trudeau and Foreign Affairs Minister Melanie Joly were when Roth recognised and praised Hunka. I just wonder what they did at that moment.  

The complicit are also accountable. At some level. I think Manik would agree. 


Other articles in this series: 

Touching the touch-me-nots

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!

You've got mail?

Octavio Paz and Arthur C Clarke in the stratosphere 

Enduring solidarities 

Coco 'Quotes' Gauff!

9/11 and the calm metal instrument of Salvador Allende's voice 

What a memory-keeper foregoes 

Whitman, Neruda and things that wait in all things

Thilina Kaluthotage's eyes keep watch

Those made of love will fly

Profit: the peragamankaru of major wars

Helplessness and innocence

The parameters of entirety

In loving memory of Carrie Lee (1956-2020)

Mobsters on and off the screen

Transfixing and freeing dawns

We're here because we're here because we're here

Life signatures

Sha'Carri Richardson versus and with Sha'Carri Richardson  

A canvas for a mind-brush

Sybil Wettasinghe's shoes

Love is...

A stroll with Pragg and Arjun along a boulevard in Baku

Meditation on tree-art

Daya Sahabandu ran out of partners but must have smiled to the end

Gentle intrusions 

Sleeping well

The unleashing of inspiration

Write, for Pete's sake

Autumn Leaves Safeness

 Sapan and voices that erase borders

Problem elephants and problem humans

Songs from the vaekanda

The 'inhuman' elephant in a human zoo

Ivan Art: Ivanthi Fernando's efforts to align meaning

Arwa Turra, heart-stitcher

Let's help Jagana Krishnakumar rebuild our ancestral home

True national anthems

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

Home worlds

Ownership and tenuriality of the Wissahickon

Did you notice the 'tiny, tiny wayside flowers'?

Gifts, gifting and their rubbishing

History is new(s)

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?'


A degree in people

Faces dripping with time

Saji Coomaraswamy and rewards that matter

Revolutionary unburdening

Seeing, unseeing and seeing again

Alex Carey and the (small) matter of legacy

The Edelweiss of Mirissa 

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 

Precept and practice 

Sanjeew Lonliyes: rawness unplugged, unlimited 

In praise of courage, determination and insanity 

The relative values of life and death 

Feet that walk 

Sarinda's eyes 

Poetry and poets will not be buried 

Sunny Dayananda 

Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990) 

What makes Oxygen breathable?  

Sorrowing and delighting the world 

The greatest fallacy  

Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi 

Beyond praise and blame 

Letters that cut and heal the heart 

Vanished and vanishing trails 


A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya 

The soft rain of neighbourliness  

The Gold Medals of being 

Jaya Sri Ratna Sri 

All those we've loved before 

Reflections on waves and markings 

A chorus of National Anthems 

Saying what and how 

'Say when' 

Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra 

The loves of our lives 

The right time, the right person 

The silent equivalent of a thousand words 

Crazy cousins are besties for life 

Unities, free and endearing 

Free verse and the return key

"Sorry, Earth!" 

The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis 

The revolution is the song 

Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins 

The day I won a Pulitzer 


Ella Deloria's silences 

Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness 

Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable  


Deveni: a priceless one-word koan 

Enlightening geometries 

Let's meet at 'The Commons' 

It all begins with a dot 

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 

Who really wrote 'Mother'? 

A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing 

Heart dances that cannot be choreographed 

Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember 

On loving, always 

Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal 

When you turn 80... 

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 

Gunadasa Kapuge is calling 

Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California 

Hemantha Gunawardena's signature 

Pathways missed 

Architectures of the demolished 

The exotic lunacy of parting gifts 

Who the heck do you think I am? 

Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha' 

The Mangala Sabhava 

So how are things in Sri Lanka? 

The most beautiful father 

Palmam qui meruit ferat 

The sweetest three-letter poem 

Buddhangala Kamatahan 

An Irish and Sri Lankan Hello 

Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership 

The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked 

Pure-Rathna, a class act 

Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna 

Awaiting arrivals unlike any other 

Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles 

Matters of honor and dignity 

Yet another Mother's Day 

A cockroach named 'Don't' 

Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth 

The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara 

Sweeping the clutter away 

Some play music, others listen 

Completing unfinished texts 

Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn 

I am at Jaga Food, where are you? 

On separating the missing from the disappeared 

Moments without tenses 

And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have) 

The world is made of waves 


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 

The books of disquiet 

A song of terraced paddy fields 

Of ants, bridges and possibilities 

From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva  

World's End 

Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse 

Street corner stories 

Who did not listen, who's not listening still? 

The book of layering 

If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain 

The world is made for re-colouring 

The gift and yoke of bastardy 

The 'English Smile' 

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' 

A tea-maker story seldom told 

On academic activism 

The interchangeability of light and darkness 

Back to TRADITIONAL rice 

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 

Sirith, like pirith, persist 

Fragrances that will not be bottled  

Colours and textures of living heritage 

Countries of the past, present and future 

A degree in creative excuses

Books launched and not-yet-launched 

The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains 

The ways of the lotus 

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 

Of love and other intangibles 

Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions 

The universe of smallness 

Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers 

Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills 

Serendipitous amber rules the world 

Continents of the heart
The allegory of the slow road