Today Good Friday, I think of this small poignant memorial to journalists. We came across in Jaffna, with our recent visit to the north. I do not know how many journalists have been killed, or injured, but it is a reminder that only very recently, Sri Lanka was said to be the most dangerous country in the world in which to be a writer.
Many of us reflect today on the death of Christ, and how Jesus continued to speak truth under the threat of violence. Ultimately we witness that love wins through: may that give us the strength and courage to do the same. Thankfully Sri Lanka is nowadays a much more free and open country.
If you want one tragic example from Jaffna, look up the life of life of Dr. Rajani Thiranagama. a tireless campaigner for peace, understanding across the ethnic divide, human rights and feminism. In 1989 she co-authored a book The Broken Palmyra. A few days after its publication, she was shot dead in her home town of Jaffna, while cycling back from work.
Rajani, a Tamil Christian married to a Sinhalese man, was someone who supported and worked for the LTTE (Tamil Tigers) but ultimately became critical of their violent tactics.
In 1989, she wrote: “One day some gun will silence me and it will not be held by an outsider but by the son born in the womb of this very society, from a woman with whom my history is shared.” A few months later she was killed. Rajani did not know then that the violence would continue for another 20 years.
To explain the title of her book, the palmyra palm, Borassus flabellifer, is the traditional emblem of Sri Lanka’s Northern Province, and a symbol of many of the region’s challenges. Travel to the north and east used to be called “going behind the cadjan curtain”. Cadjan is a wicker-like material, made by weaving dried strips of palmyra together. Thus the palmyra palm is synonymous with the Jaffna peninsula. We have witness tens of thousands of palms being planted, a sign of confidence for the future.