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<strong>Lest</strong> we forget – Massacres of Tamils 1956 ­2002<br />

firing their guns. I was unable bear the pain of watching the army catch and hurt<br />

all the people that came their way. They set fire to the houses and pushed people<br />

into the fire two by two. Kulasegaram was with me at the time. They pushed me,<br />

Kulasegaram and another boy into a burning house. Even though we pleaded with<br />

our hands – they showed us no mercy. There were many sacks of rice in the house.<br />

Kulasegaram jumped on top of this and jumped over the fence. He said that he<br />

would rather jump and break his legs and die than be burned to death. <strong>We</strong> jumped<br />

over the fence and hid. Having decided there was no where else to run, he said he<br />

would rather die there. <strong>We</strong> were surrounded by firing and crying noises. <strong>We</strong> ran<br />

behind the house and hid with our eyes shut tightly under the tin sheet. <strong>We</strong> could<br />

not forget the fear we felt when they pushed us into the burning house.”<br />

Muthulingam Vimaladevi speaks of the horror and torture that happened that day:<br />

“My elder sister’s baby was 12 days old. My elder sister said we should close the<br />

door and all stay inside. I said we should take the little baby and go to the mill as<br />

that was the direction everyone else was running in. So we took the baby and ran<br />

there. The mill was full. People were sitting in the middle, front and back. To stop<br />

the babies from crying, mothers but them to their breasts. Next door, we could hear<br />

bomb blasts. Everyone started saying ‘arohara’ and praying to god. The men who<br />

came inside started rapidly firing. Heads, stomach and necks were all being shot. I<br />

too pretended that I had been shot, smeared blood on myself and lay flat without<br />

moving. They shot everyone inside the mill. Along with my elder sister, five of us<br />

escaped. Because of the amount of the blood splattered everywhere, it looked as if<br />

everyone had died and we were able to escape. A little while after the firing<br />

stopped, we heard the sound of one mother crying out for her child. <strong>We</strong> stood up,<br />

took my elder sister’s child and ran to our next door neighbour’s house. There we<br />

saw people whose hands had been cut off, head had been cut and eyes had been<br />

gorged out. There were dead bodies of mothers who were still feeding their child.<br />

There was a baby smeared on the wall. The owner of the Mill, Mr. Kumaranayagam<br />

and his wife Puveneswary and their four children were all shot.”<br />

78. Pullumalai massacre ­ 1983­1990<br />

Pullumalai in Batticaloa is a region<br />

immersed in natural beauty where Tamil<br />

people have lived for hundreds of years.<br />

Today, it lies barren and lifeless. The<br />

remains of the destroyed local school,<br />

temple and church have been left<br />

untouched as a symbol and memorial to<br />

the pain of those died and of those who<br />

survived.<br />

From 1983 to 1990 the SLA, together with Sinhalese mobs, tried over five times to<br />

destroy the village. Houses were burnt, wealth was robbed, and massacres were<br />

organized. There are unbelievable accounts of the rapes and systematic killings that<br />

took place. Over 400 families disappeared. No international or local body has<br />

enquired into the fate of these 400 families.<br />

Report by NESOHR,<br />

Information Collected by SNE<br />

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