From a US comic documenting their hysteria
Speaking more French than Sinhala, I have no particular interest in this Sinhala Buddhist thing. I am Buddhist (try to be practicing), but I’ve never found a country more difficult to meditate in. I honestly don’t identify with the Sinhala as much as ‘Sri Lankan’. There is still a rarefied cosmopolitan existence if you can eke it out, in certain houses now, cause reality is creeping into the bars. That’s why it’s strange upon meeting a metrosexual friend to hear that he’d spent the day in jail – for being Tamil. I mean, he’s Tamil like I’m Sinhala. It’s on his ID, but he’s English speaking and dresses and talks like it. But he spends the day in jail, explaining why he’s not a terrorist, and hearing that his race is ‘poison in the milk’. Of his nation. I should say that’s not right at all. There were some flies in the milk and we tried to kill them with poison. Now everybody’s sick.
People talk about terrorism like it’s fucking Skeletor or something. Like, you obviously fight Skeletor, he’s evil. The fact that George Bush uses terms like ‘evil-doer’ in official discourse emboldens idiots the world over. If you’re going to claim to fight evil you should have to wear a cape so everyone can see how ridiculous that proposition is.
The case is especially ridiculous in Sri Lanka because we’re not even fighting distant A-Rabs, we’re fighting our own people. As in, those people in the North and East are citizens like you and me. And the people in Colombo getting searched and seized and disappeared, they’re Sri Lankan. It’s easy to fight evil in the abstract, but how do you wage war against your own family? And why would you want to?
I just want to have lunch with my friends or know that the people at my office can travel home without knowing that they can get arrested or disappear based on what race they are. I don’t know think that’s too much to ask. Terrorism!