['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. 
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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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