Confronting the Complexity of Loss
truth memory justice_final- 11st sep 2015
truth memory justice_final- 11st sep 2015
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2.1 The 1983 Pogrom<br />
A participant now based in Colombo presented <strong>the</strong> following narrative, which is part <strong>of</strong><br />
his family’s shared recollections <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pogrom.<br />
My grandfa<strong>the</strong>r was a Fiscal Marshal in Bandarawela at that time. We were<br />
doing quite well—we owned some property in Bandarawela, Haputale and some<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r parts including Matale. We also had a money lending business. At that<br />
time, my fa<strong>the</strong>r worked in Colombo in a shipping company. He was not with us<br />
when <strong>the</strong> incident took place.<br />
The incident took place on <strong>the</strong> afternoon <strong>of</strong> 26 July. We were expecting<br />
something like this to happen because <strong>the</strong> LTTE had started its campaign and<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was a lot <strong>of</strong> tension in <strong>the</strong> country. But we never expected it to spread to<br />
Bandarawela. That day, mobs started to attack houses in Bandarawela and <strong>the</strong><br />
top Tamil businessmen were targeted. News travelled that <strong>the</strong> mobs wanted <strong>the</strong><br />
‘three heads’ <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> top businessmen including my grandfa<strong>the</strong>r. My grandfa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
had gone out when two people came to <strong>the</strong> house and wanted to speak to my<br />
uncle. The two men <strong>the</strong>n threw two petrol bombs into <strong>the</strong> premises, which<br />
destroyed <strong>the</strong> cars that were parked outside <strong>the</strong> house. When <strong>the</strong> attack was<br />
taking place, my grandmo<strong>the</strong>r bundled up her jewellery and hid it in a well<br />
located in <strong>the</strong> garden. My grandfa<strong>the</strong>r returned while <strong>the</strong> attack was taking place,<br />
and we began to make preparations to leave.<br />
My grandfa<strong>the</strong>r owned a gun and initially wanted to shoot <strong>the</strong> two men. But my<br />
uncle convinced him not to, because he had heard that a family in Colombo who<br />
had tried to fight back was killed by <strong>the</strong> mob <strong>the</strong>re. According to my uncle, <strong>the</strong><br />
daughter in that family was forced to set <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> her family on fire.<br />
The two men left and later returned with a larger mob. We had three dogs—two<br />
Pomeranians and one Labrador. They killed <strong>the</strong> dogs and cut <strong>the</strong>ir heads <strong>of</strong>f.<br />
They <strong>the</strong>n threw <strong>the</strong> bodies into <strong>the</strong> burning vehicles. Then <strong>the</strong>y began to douse<br />
kerosene on <strong>the</strong> house and garden. We left through <strong>the</strong> back door and hid in a<br />
house owned by a Sinhalese doctor in <strong>the</strong> area. We could see our home from this<br />
doctor’s house. The mob eventually burnt <strong>the</strong> house to <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
The mob later tried to enter <strong>the</strong> doctor’s house, but he refused to let <strong>the</strong>m in.<br />
They decided to move on, as he was a respected and reputed doctor in <strong>the</strong> area.<br />
But he didn’t want us to stay for long—he was afraid that <strong>the</strong> mob would return<br />
and attack his house as well. So he organised for us to be transported in an<br />
ambulance to a nearby camp. We were dropped <strong>of</strong>f at a camp where Tamil<br />
families were taking refuge. The o<strong>the</strong>rs in <strong>the</strong> camp began to say that if my<br />
grandfa<strong>the</strong>r—with all his political connections—was in <strong>the</strong> camp hiding, those<br />
without any connections had no hope at all.<br />
Then <strong>the</strong>re was a rumour that <strong>the</strong> camp would be attacked on <strong>the</strong> 27 th night. At<br />
around midnight, something large fell on <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> building and made a<br />
loud sound. Everyone thought <strong>the</strong> attack had begun and screamed for help. But it<br />
turned out to be a large fruit from a tree that hung over <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> building.<br />
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