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.
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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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