['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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