Appreciations

 

Learning politics from a journalist
D. Sivaram -a.k.a. Taraki
Mark Whitaker, an associate professor of anthropology at the University of South Carolina, Aiken, U.S.A, is completing an intellectual biography of Dharmeratnam Sivaram's life and work in a book entitled "Learning Politics from Sivaram". Here Prof. Whitaker summarizes Sivaram's life and work.

Sivaram Dharmeratnam, the well-known and controversial political analyst and a senior editor for Tamilnet.com, was born on August 11, 1959 in Batticaloa, Sri Lanka to Puvirajkirtha Dharmeratnam and Mahesvariammal. His was a prominent family with significant land holdings near Akkaraipattu, though his immediate family later lost much of their inherited wealth. Nicknamed "Kunchie" as a child, Sivaram was educated at St. Michael's College in Batticaloa, and later at Pembroke and Aquinas Colleges in Colombo. He was accepted into the University of Peradeniya in 1982 but soon dropped out due to tensions associated with the first phases of Sri Lanka's civil war.

In 1982, Sivaram joined the Ghandian Movement, then a front organization for the People's Liberation Organization of Tamil Eelam (PLOTE). After Sri Lanka's ethnic conflict erupted into civil war in 1983, Sivaram, under the alias "SR", soon became a prominent PLOTE militant. Sivaram's role in PLOTE was unique because he played an important part in both the organization's military and political wings at a time when PLOTE kept those functions, to its eventual misfortune, completely separate from one another.

In 1988, a year after the Indo-Lankan accords were signed, Uma Maheswaran, PLOTE's leader, appointed Sivaram General Secretary of the Democratic People's Liberation Front (DPLF), the organization's registered political party. Sivaram left PLOTE in 1989, however, after arguing against Maheswaran's attempts to establish firmer relations with the JVP and due to his distaste for the group's involvement in an abortive coup in the Maldives.

On September 8, 1988 Sivaram married Herly Yogaranjini Poopalapillai of Batticaloa. They eventually had three children: Vaishnavi (16), Vaitheki (13), and Seralaathan (10).

In 1988 while still General Secretary of the DPLF, Sivaram met the newscaster, journalist and actor Richard De Zoysa. De Zoysa, impressed by Sivaram's ability to produce off-the-cuff political analysis, asked him to write articles for the UN-funded Inter Press Service (IPS), for whom De Zoysa was a correspondent. In 1989, when The Island newspaper found itself in need of a Tamil political analyst, De Zoysa suggested Sivaram. The Island editor, Gamini Weerakon, proposed tharaka (or star) as Sivaram's pen name but a sub-editor accidentally printed "Taraki" instead, giving birth to Sivaram's famous nom de plume.

Sivaram's Taraki articles were an immediate success. They combined a dispassionately, ironic style with accurate, inside information, and took care to explain in crystal clear prose the military, political, strategic and tactical assumptions of all sides in Sri Lanka's complex conflict. Moreover, Sivaram's wide reading in military science and political philosophy (especially in Marxism and post-structuralism) allowed him to bring intellectual tools to his articles that soon made them more powerful than mere punditry.

By the early 1990s, Sivaram's Taraki column had become a `must read' for anyone interested in Sri Lanka. In 1991 fans of his writing among the Tamil community in France published a collection of his work titled 'The Eluding Peace (An Insider's analysis of the Ethnic Conflict in Sri Lanka)'. As a freelance journalist, Sivaram, eventually wrote for many newspapers including The Island, The Sunday Times, The Tamil Times (London), The Daily Mirror, and Veerakesari. In 1997 Sivaram helped Tamilnet.com reorganize itself into a Tamil news agency with its own string of reporters, and remained a senior editor there until his death.

He filed his last story for Tamilnet.com at 7:30 p.m. on the night he was murdered. Sivaram's work was not limited to journalism. Sivaram's grasp of Tamil politics and literature and Sri Lanka's complex history made him a magnet for scholars. Hence, Sivaram collaborated and argued with historians, political scientists, anthropologists, policy experts, and geographers from many of Sri Lanka's universities and think tanks, as well as with foreign and foreign-based scholars.

As recently as April 2005, Sivaram provided a purely scholarly introduction to the Mattakkalappu Poorva Sariththiram (Ancient History of Batticaloa), a recently released definitive edition of an ancient Batticaloa palm leaf manuscript.

As opposition to his reporting mounted, and as death threats began to multiply, friends and colleagues from around the world frequently begged Sivaram to move himself and his family out of Sri Lanka. He always vehemently refused to leave. "Where else should I die but here?" he often declared. Yet in 2004 the police twice searched Sivaram's home, and various groups in Sri Lanka publicly threatened him. Given the uncompromising nature of his reporting, his death by violence was no surprise.

"He will be an irreplaceable loss to the academic and human rights community around the world," said Dr. Jude Fernando, of Clark University, a sentiment echoed by many.

I should add a personal note here. I am an associate professor of anthropology at the University of South Carolina, Aiken. I first got to know Sivaram in 1982 while I was conducting cultural anthropological research in Batticaloa. We became friends because we discovered a common interest in philosophy, and because we also shared some horrors during the 1983 riots. My own work in Sri Lanka initially focused on Batticaloa's local politics and religion, as can be seen in my 1999 book Amiable Incoherence: Manipulating Histories and Modernities in a Batticaloa Hindu Temple.

But as the conflict in Sri Lanka grew more complicated and intense, and as Sivaram's role as its primary chronicler and analyst loomed ever larger, I felt it my duty to try, in some way, to record his thoughts and efforts -- especially since I grew worried over the safety of his life almost since I first met him. In 1997, therefore, we decided to collaborate on an intellectual biography of his life and work. It should, we agreed, be entitled Learning Politics from Sivaram; and he insisted also that the book be as uncompromising as he was.

I hope to have this biography completed shortly; I only hope as a memorial it can even partly do him justice. I shall mourn for him, my lost best friend, for the rest of my life. I ask all of you who knew him well, friend or foe -- for he would talk with anyone -- to raise a glass and toast him. And may those that killed him look on in shame.

- Tamilnet.com


Strong- willed but always generous with ideas, contributions
Kusuma Gunawardena
Some Remembered Episodes which I just finished re-reading brought back many memories about the author of the afore-mentioned article which appeared in the Matara St. Thomas Girls High School 10th anniversary magazine of the P.P.A. Colombo Branch - 1991-2001.

Kusuma was my school mate at St. Thomas' Girls' High School, Matara. She later became my close friend after we established the Colombo Branch of the S.T.G.H.S. P.P.A. She was a great support, helping us with her ideas and with her generous contributions to execute several of our projects especially the Scholarship Fund to help bright, needy students of our school.

Kusuma was a truly loyal past pupil. On March 10, this year 22 of us old girls, including Kusuma set out to our Alma Mater in Matara armed with some requirements for students who were affected by the tsunami. Did that happy band of school mates ever dream they would be mourning the loss of one so precious, by a sudden tsunami of fate.

Kusuma had a strong will. She lived by herself. She was happiest, maintaining her privacy and independence, attending to her matters. But she never failed to fulfill her duties towards her siblings, family members, friends and students.

Her simple unassuming nature endeared her to all who got to know her. If we introduced her to someone as Professor, she would be embarrassed. But we her friends took pride in using that term.

Eileen Siriwardhana


As a friend, as a colleague he was always there
W.M.E. Uduwawela
Edmund Uduwawela, the gentleman surveyor, passed away recently. I knew Edmund as a young surveyor way back in the late sixties, when I served in the Divisional Survey office, Kandy. He was a jovial young man always helpful to his friends, be they in the field, office or wherever. I was saddened to hear of his recent demise. I had no opportunity to meet him after my leaving Kandy on transfer to the Head office of the Survey Department in Colombo where we lost contact.

A dedicated surveyor he had a good track record among his colleagues, even as he rose to the higher ranks of the department. His last station was Kegalle where he was Supdt. of Surveys, Kegalle, having joined the department in 1947.

Born at Kiribathkumbura, Edmund was an illustrious past pupil of Dharmarajah. Qualifying as a surveyor he was posted to Galewela. From here he was sent on a scholarship to India for a stint of training in Air Survey methods. His wife recalls still, how Edmund had nostalgic memories of the good old days he spent in the salubrious climes of Dehradin while on training and how he spent vacations at Kashmir with his training batch pals.

Back in the jungles of his native land, Edmund’s contribution in the construction work of Senanayake Samudraya project was a massive one. Thereafter he worked in prestigious projects like the accelerated Mahaweli project where he was popular with the foreign consultant staff too.

He married Padmini in 1956 and they had two sons and a daughter. He was devoted to his family. Confined to the jungles in the prime of his life, Edmund spent his retirement in leisure attending to his garden. A devout Buddhist, Edmund was involved in charity work as secretary of the Senkadagala Eksath Bauddha Mandalaya. He was involved in the building of the Maithree Salawa. Among other good deeds are his contributions to charitable organisations and medical institutions.

He leaves his wife, two sons, a daughter and four grandchildren.
May he attain the Supreme Bliss of Nirvana.

Lenard R. Mahaarachchi


We smile, we walk but our hearts still cry
Dilanjan Jayasekera
Memories flood the tears in our eyes
Do you think our loved one hears our cries?
And how the heart aches to no end
Even knowing that our loved ones peace will send.

So our days go by hour by hour
As we smile and carry on with all our power
We stay busy, sometimes too busy to see
And notice in God, we truly need you
Our nights are filled with restless sleep
Even knowing you are in God's keep
We wake from slumber in the early morning light
To weep for our loved one, now out of sight
We toss and turn and try to pray
Please Lord help us through another day!

And on the day where silence was once cherished
This too, has somehow perished
Alone we fight the pain, the loss, the sorrow
We try to understand words that feel so cold
We try to forgive, we try to be bold
We smile that smile
We walk that walk
But we know it doesn't matter how many days go by
Our hearts will always know how to cry

Ammi, Thathi, Akki and loved ones

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